AEGAEUS.

❝ I'll dance in the wreckage. — *

This is why he doesn't fuck with the Olympians.

/ layout credits to my jaan, #ʜᴇʀø ! 💜

-- we'll definitely need a full team,” he concedes thoughtfully. “Do you have any friends you would want to bring along for the ride?”

-- destruction. I'm a huge fan. You have access to a hiding place for this cricket that he doesn't know about?” The god inquires, genuinely impressed with the prospect. “Nice and slow sounds perfect. I'll ring up the Anti-Olympian Council and set a few sleepers in motion, --

Nodding in agreement with her comments and concerns, Aegaeus crosses his arms, looking down in concentration as Dysnomia finished her proposal. A ghost of an amused smile making an appearance, he returned his gaze to her, nodding more emphatically. “Psychological --

He can help with that.

— *

/ big same

-- satisfaction slapped across his smile. “Something grand like that.”

-- imagining somewhere along the lines of a major uprising. Eliminating close advisors and friends. Collapsing the entire throne room on him, then sticking him in Tartarus in the dead of the night. Mm,” he continues, nearly lost in his fantasy with a glimmer in his eyes and --

Hiding his amusement behind his palm under the pretense of stroking his beard in thought, Aegaeus nods along. “I think you had it riiiiight up until you mentioned noodles. Wet ones, too. Have you found them to be particularly useful torture devices or...? I was --

-- we can go from there.”

Putting up a hand as he notices the sizeable stack coming his way, he flashes her a lopsided smile. “Think I've heard more than enough. Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were signing up for. Now, then. What are your ideas? Start with the cruelest, and --

-- Zeus’ wrath?”

He's perusing, taking his time to comb through the items as he nods in appreciation. A superior list of accomplishments if he's ever seen one. Impressive, entirely impressive. He just has one final question, as he hands it back to her. “Ever been on the receiving end of --

No, no. This is strictly a Fuck /With/ Zeus campaign. Bastard doesn't deserve good things. And she's in, if she can provide a resume.

Kicks up his feet and yawns. Slow day today. Might look to start up another, more overt Fuck Zeus campaign.

Good. Then yes, he'll answer truthfully. He Knows.

How much of an arse would she think he is if he said yes, he knows?

Know what?