Apollo

*The lead elder raises a hand for silence* Prove it then. The wild boar in the eastern forest has killed three of our best hunters. You have until sunset.

*Karprus's voice roars*ENOUGH!

*all three of us freeze*

You disappoint me ALL! *stomps to the pit edge* Pallas acting like a child, Lonnie fighting like a beast, Barton still breathing!

oh, I'm Apollo, and I play music all the time. I'm so busy for spending time with meetings

*Apollo scoffs, his tone becoming more irritated.* "You're one to talk. I've seen how you waste your time. Always flirting with those mortal women and causing trouble. You could be doing so much more."

no it's zeus that

*eyes narrow, a flicker of silver light dancing in the gaze* The difference between a teacher and a chef is minimal. One feeds the mind, the other feeds the stomach. *fingers trace the lyre strings, voice softening* But both must have compassion. *sighs* And a good meal.

me: heh, just don't call me hera.

*Apollo laughs.* "I wouldn't dream of it. But you know what they say about you. You're the god of wine and parties, but you're also the god of madness and chaos."

me: wine, madness. parties, chaos. same things