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Zagreus burns into Elysium like a scorch mark. ━━ hot iron on soft tender grass, turning it dark before it turns itself back. nothing allowed to die, a rule he knows better than anyone. nothing allowed to die and stay dead.

He feels like a burning mark too, this time. Olympian boons buzz in his collarbone like heavy radiant things, and he feels sharp with a bloodlust not his own; one that scared him, sometimes, one that fills the muscle movements in his veins. Makes him move before he thinks to, makes him want to keep moving, makes him tireless & exhausted & cruel & something else entirely, the War God and the Swift God tumbled together in a unique kind of hell that he chose nigh entirely. ━ his breath hot enough that even here in the pleasantly cool; pleasantly warm air it turns to fog, and he's so dead-set on continuing after a predatory flick of eyes for warriors over shades that knew better than to meander over; or perhaps simply weren't more interested in him than they were of their eternities here; he almost doesn't notice the girl.

Almost. Zagreus is lucky, he'll realize a little later, that he's fast. the approach triggers something in his muscles that wants to lash out, thinks her fiend instead of friend, doesn't care to think of her at all, but he cages it quick; masks the blade of his spear shuddering in her direction as only him stabbing it into the earth, like holstering a weapon, even if it might come across as slightly irritated at the speed and violence of which he does so ━ but the spear stands like a pole, upright, and he forces himself to let go of it, just in time for her to greet him. ( maybe he looks a little off-guard at that, too )

the first thing that comes out of his mouth, still too quick for his liking ( give it a moment, turn off the engine ), is by no means a human language. it's something chthonic, the tongue he uses at home or in the depths of Chaos' realm, and he realizes that there is absolutely no chance that she's going to know what he said almost as quickly as he says it. Zagreus almost winces at himself, and forces himself to calm down. ━ she's one of the newer era, right…? she sounds it, anyway. take a moment, ground yourself, echo it back.

" Hi, " Zagreus can't help the surprise at the sincerity of the question; child-like. she seems familiar, too, or maybe not her; just whats in her. " I'm just passing through. Sorry if I'm distracting, I don't mean to interrupt- " he pauses, abruptly a little uncertain on the realization that he never really bothered to learn; or be taught; what exactly shades do in Elysium, before making a small open hand gesture to the groups of other spirits with a subtle unknowing nonchalance to it. " Well, whatever it is you all do here to pass the time outside of combat…? "

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Despite the beauty of the Elysium Fields, many of the days there were the same. The souls within spent much time laughing and playing, even as Calliope focused on her flute. Sometimes she accompanied the dances, joining other musicians to create lovely music, but there was part of her that wondered what it might be like to have a bit more variety in day-to-day life.

She'd just been settling in for another day when this time, there was something different. A young man, likely a godling, simply based on the power he radiated, made his way through Elysium…..only to vanish.

But he reappeared the next day, only for the same thing to happen.

By the third day, Calliope had decided that, if he appeared again, she was going to go talk to him.

And sure enough, the next day, he appeared once more. The moment she saw him, Calliope hurried over, not wanting to miss him again.

"Hello!" she greeted him, gazing up at the being before her. He was tall, with messy hair and mismatched eyes, and he seemed…..familiar, somehow, though she couldn't put her finger on it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eyes bright and curious. After all, most people wanted to stay in Elysium when they got here, but he'd left twice, so far.