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Medusa is a monster. Monsters are often hungry. Monsters have no issue with eating people based solely on sapience. Medusa, however, has been raised to be polite and listen to rules and it would be against said rules to eat anyone here, even if she's really hungry, which she rarely is because she doesn't want to be that tempted.

All of which is why Medusa is walking down the stairs into the Bar at an odd hour, to get food from the Bar without her stomach directing her to the live prey.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
Her lack of predatory interest would probably be appreciated if it were known. And understood if it were absent. But either way, it's hard to take note of a creature's stance (and through it to determine whether or not they are hunting) when your head and the majority of your torso are currently hidden in the soothing darkness under the couch.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
This is true. It wouldn't necessarily stop some of the others though.

There is a long pause. And finally a quiet, strained voice answers.

"'lo, Meda." Says the couch.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"....I think I'm dieing."

Date: 2008-08-07 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
There is a long pause as this is mulled over. And Partly because talking hurts. Everything hurts. Tartarus, his teeth hurt and he didn't think that was possible.


"Oh."

Beat.

"I wish it would make up its mind then."

Date: 2008-08-07 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
That actually gets a wince. Though it might be hard to tell. Again, what with most of him obscured.

"I'm sorry."

Who this is directed to is unclear.

"I don't know what I did to deserve it."

Which he undoubtedly does.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"...She's done it to you as well?"

Date: 2008-08-07 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"The lady Demeter." The title is carefully placed. Not the Lady but a lady none the less.


"I think there it might have been because I'm not good at dancing."

Date: 2008-08-07 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
Cerberus discreetly scoots backwards another few inches under the couch. He's seen angry Gorgons before.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
Not good.

Very, very not good.

"Well..."

Last night he would have agreed whole heartedly. Today, not so much, at least not aloud. Sobriety's funny like that.

"Well, I... um."

Date: 2008-08-07 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
It's a shame his head was already ringing. It makes the alarm bells all the more unwelcome.

"You know?... Actually I think I'm fine. Yes. Really, Meda. Let's go... do something else?"

He has not extracted himself from his hiding place. His legs have gone terribley tense though.

Date: 2008-08-07 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
He can hear her smile, even if he can't see it.Progress.

"Um, thank you?"

Beat.

"I think."

Date: 2008-08-07 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"Meda..."

"You can't say things like that."

"the lady Demeter is.... I must have done something."

Date: 2008-08-07 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"Oh."



"Alright."

If she says so.

Date: 2008-08-07 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
....

He shudders.

"No, thank you."

Date: 2008-08-07 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"Ohhhhhh."


"Um, then yes. Please." He slowly begins extracting himself from his hiding place. To say he looks horrible would be something of an understatement.

Date: 2008-08-25 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"Thank you, Meda."

It is a rare day that Cerberus manages a tone quite as dry as this. He blinks in the artificial light through bloodshot eyes.

Date: 2008-10-07 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
There is the ghost of a smile, praise is always nice.

"Yes, please."

Date: 2008-10-11 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
"'nk you."

And whith that, Cerberus attempts to shake himself. This, as most can probably predict, is a mistake.

He gingerly raises a hand to his forehead.

"Ow."

Date: 2008-10-11 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
Cerberus offers no resistance as he's led to the back of the bar. It's not as bright there, which is appreciated. He sets himself at a corner table with a groan.

Date: 2008-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
He sits quietly, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. His eyes close at her hair ruffling and that faint smile plays across his features again. He will sit here until she returns, thank you.

Date: 2008-10-11 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com
It is with some trepidation that Cerberus laps at the bowl.

"Thank you, Meda."

It's a much more familiar tone this time; utterly sincere.

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