bragnificent | IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

uhh yeah thats cool
i just meant like in general im kinda seeing someone anyway

[ That's... barely true but not completely a lie, either. He's in what he sees as "courting stages," which is kind of a grey area?

Although her comment is a little ambiguous and he reads it maybe the opposite way as intended, so he has to add: ]

wait what exactly do u mean by wrong flavor
do u think i dont like girls or something

chill out mantle don't fall apart on me now i meant i'm not into dudes if i thought you were gay i would've called you out already

( not that she has the best gaydar BUT THAT HAIR IS A LITTLE BI. anyway she's also nosy af and he brought it up... )

so who's this someone and what's your eta i don't got all day

right i knew that

[ TOTALLY KNEW THAT, TOTALLY... but also, she ain't wrong. It's especially bi in person without a hat on, she'll see. ]

ok technically its not official yet so forget i said anything about it
anyway im omw be there in like 15

( listen he can't be straight if he wears his hat backwards thems the rules. )

why isn't it official yet you can't leave me hanging on these deets

( who cares if they barely know each other )

aight i'll meet you outside

[ Fair and true t b q h. ]

god does it even matter
something about commitment issues

[ Let him at least get drunk first before he has to admit he got rejected the first time, gOD?? ]

cool
ur just at dragnus's place right

typical

( she says, also having commitment issues. who needs it!! )

duh you need directions or something

shut up

[ So does he, except when he doesn't. And when he doesn't, it's always when the other person does. What the hell, right? ]

i wish but no
unfortunately i do know where that is

[ AND 15 MINUTES LATER, THERE HE'LL BE. ]

( the only people she'd ever fully commit to are a) dead and b) unavailable so fuck it. commitment is for losers and chumps!! )

i guess i should be glad whoever lured you here last left you alive

( OH LOOK WHO IT IS. welcome to plaid country, reggie. )

Hey, asshole. ( a good greeting never goes to waste. ) Catch. ( she throws fucking hard so think fast with that jock brain of yours because a bottle of something is headed his way. ) That's what I like to call Greek Fire. ( it's really just ouzo mixed with midori. ) Cheers.

( she has a bottle of her own that already looks about a quarter empty and she throws back another swig. she's only getting started. )

well he's a hippie so like, even if hed tried it wouldnt be that hard to kick his ass

[ ANYWAY.

Though startled, he still catches it reflexively, as if she'd just hurled a football at him. Good thing, because it'd be a waste if this bottle broke.

He opens it, taking a swig, then wipes his mouth off and sizes her up. He's just wearing a blue hoodie and tight jeans with holes at the knees, so nothing especially fancy, though perhaps a little too designer for him to be someone who regularly hangs out drinking in the woods. But that's him; a lowkey fancy boy. ]

Damn. [ He isn't used to ouzo. ] What the hell's even in this?

( dunking on magnus?? in this thread?? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK.

clarisse shrugs, swirling the liquid left in her bottle. she's barely starting to feel the effects, but there's a pleasant warmth crawling up her skin that she likes. it's almost enough to distract her from what's really going on in her head, which she won't be talking about. neither of them are here to get mushy. )

Ouzo, mostly, Chartreuse for the color and a little extra potency. We like to embrace our heritage around here. ( and also retcon ourselves. ) I hope you can hold your liquor, Mantle. You're drinking with the daughter of war.

( then, mostly for show, she downs the rest of the bottle and tosses it into the air, whipping out a revolver from seemingly nowhere, shooting the bottle to smithereens. she flashes reggie a dangerous, sharp-edged smirk. anywhere else, under different circumstances, this might be the beginning of a horror movie. but she just needs to let off some steam and he happens to be a willing participant. they'll have fun. promise. )

What am I, five? Of course I can hold my liquor.

[ Maybe not as well as a god or demi-god, but as far as your average teenage borderline alcoholics go, he certainly ranks up there. He's always good for a couple hours, a few rounds.

He ducks when Clarisse pulls out the gun, raising his arm to shield himself from flying glass. ]

What the hell-- watch it with that thing! [ He just stares at her, before taking a deeper swig from his bottle. ] Jeez. You weren't kidding about that "daughter of war" stuff.

[ Logic would dictate it's probably wiser to stay sober in this situation, but Reggie and logic don't always see eye-to-eye; he taps the side of his bottle, making the drink stronger, and takes another drink. ]

I never kid about daughter of war stuff.

( but, sadly, the alcohol is already starting to burn through her system. an unfortunate side effect of being the daughter of a god. there's nothing quite as strong as godly wine on the mortal plane, except maybe everclear, but at that point you may as well drink gasoline. and half the fun of drinking is when a drink tastes good enough you can't even tell you're drinking. if only mr. d were here and could actually be useful (a thought doesn't have often, or ever).

she waves the gun in her hand, which might look like a drunken motion to anyone else, but it's deliberate. ) Don't worry, I'm not gonna shoot you. At least, not with anything fatal.

( the gun suddenly shifts shape, turning bright orange and plastic in the blink of an eye. she pulls the trigger, aiming for reggie's head. water spurts from the barrel. was she aiming to mess up that stupid hair of his? yes, definitely. )

[ If Reggie knew about that... well, he might still not offer to spike her drink to make it stronger yet, given that they've just met and she's brandishing a gun, but he'd certainly at least consider offering. It doesn't usually take much.

For now, though, he just takes another swig from his and then ducks again when the spray of water comes toward him-- he wants to be annoyed, but laughs instead. ]

How are you doing that?! You can-- what, just like make that into whatever you want? [ He gestures to the water pistol, beginning to move closer, but then hesitating a few steps away. ] But don't mess up my hair. That isn't cool.

( she laughs with him, or maybe at him (it's always hard to tell with her), spinning the water gun around her finger by the trigger handle. it morphs into the hilt of a sword, the muzzle lengthening to the shape of the blade. she twists her wrist so the metal of the blade catches the light as it swings. )

Perks of being a superhero. I never had these powers back home, but my dad did. You know, being Ares and all.

( on her next upswing, the blade shortens, clarisse now brandishing a pair of scissors. she offers reggie her finest shit-eating grin. )

You sure you don't need a trim? ( she opens and closes the blades. snip snip. she's just fucking with him, though, so he really shouldn't worry. then again, if he starts to feel a little more agitated than he might normally, that's just another side effect of being around her. when she's looking for a fight (even a playfight), she usually gets it. she doesn't always need to use her powers. )

[ Ares is probably one of the few God-figures Reggie has actually heard of and knows a thing or two about, because while he's no mythology geek, of course he'd know about the badass war gods. A guy's gotta know who his role models should be, who his people™ are, both for himself and for branding purposes. The same thing applies to history.

Anyway, that obviously works in Clarisse's favor; there isn't a lot she could do right now Reggie wouldn't find more cool than obnoxious. Impressive, even. Like that sword, for however briefly it exists for. ]

That. Is awesome. Can you turn it back? [ He wants to hold it. ] I didn't have any powers back home either, so I'm just glad I wound up with a good one. Seems like that can be a real crapshoot for most people.

( clarisse shrugs and the scissors turn back into a sword. she's starting to feel a little headachey, a dull throb behind her temples; this happens sometimes when she makes things change shape too often. it's not necessarily the best showing off power, but it's definitely the coolest. aside from the zombies, of course. but that's for another time. )

You want it? You can have it. ( she gestures the hilt in reggie's direction. she has way, way too many random swords lying around. she never thought having too many weapons would be a problem, but when there aren't any monsters to kill, they just pile up uselessly, especially when you can just conjure a new one whenever you want, wherever you want. )

What are you powers, anyway? Impersonating Elvis?

What?

[ Reggie looks at her blankly for a second, like is that a joke?, before he takes the sword from her and uses the reflection on it to fix his hair. He doesn't really know how to use a sword, like, for real, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't love to keep it just in case-- the only weapons he's got at home otherwise are a second-hand switchblade and things like his baseball bat or tire irons, and while he's no weirdo weapons-hoarder, a guy should still be prepared.

He holds the sword up, admiring himself in the reflection for a few more seconds before he moves it around a little just to get a feel for the weight, running his fingers along the flat of the blade. ]

Thanks. [ Then he takes another drink, casually. ] I can make any drink alcoholic. Or like, stronger. It's pretty sweet. Comes in handy a lot, that's for sure.

[ Or less strong, or non-alcoholic if it is already, but no one cares about that. ]

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