IA: Arrival [To say that Apollo has taken his arrival poorly is... Well. An understatement. But as a god who is typically the one doing the kidnapping as opposed to the victim he's less than pleased. He isn't even sure how such a thing could have been possible, especially since something seems to be keeping him from just. Leaving.
That shouldn't even be plausible for anyone outside of two people, and yet those words can't leave his lips. And perhaps that is what's most concerning and difficult to accept.
Presently the god of the Sun is skulking around the city proper, floating a few inches of the ground even though the action that usually takes such little effort seems to be actually draining him. He's hopelessly lost but is far too proud to admit it- although between his copious amounts of gold jewelry, lose-fitting white clothes, and unnecessary amounts of hair he sticks out like a sore thumb.
He's in the midst of fuming when he bumps into someone, instantly rounding on the poor stranger like they just insulted his sister.]
Watch it!
IB: Rooming [By some miracle (or good samaritan) the redhead does finally manage to find his way to the apartments. But where one problem ends another begins, because Apollo has absolutely no idea how to figure out where his room is, let alone how to actually get inside. Thanks to his pride he's already running low on whatever Chroma he had upon arrival and the concept of electronics and things like "touchpads" are completely foreign, more or less stranding him in the halls of the building.
After much pacing, rattling doors, and attempting to just will them open he settles for stomping a foot, voice rising in frustration for whoever happens to be unlucky enough to be around.]
UGH! This place is the worst!
II: God Save Us from the Queen [The Groves are, if nothing else, something of welcome sight. Despite all the unfamiliar trappings of the world the bit of nature is more akin to the garden or the forests he used to spend time with Artemis in.
But of course this place seems bent on making everything as irritating as possible, because some attendants seem to be under the impression that Apollo wants to help out with the serving. Anyone nearby will be treated to raised voices, with one in particular full of unabashed disdain.]
What do I look like?! I might be stuck here for now but do you honestly think I'll run around at your beck and call like some insect? Don't make me laugh!
[And with that he tries to whirl around and stomp off dramatically... Only to run directly into a Swiffy Bot and topple over with an "oomf!". Graceful.]
III: Say Cheese [Of course Apollo is vaguely familiar with the concept of human festivals, but they're not something he's ever given a moment's consideration. In his eyes they're nothing more than a noisy collection of humans gathered into a smaller space than usual; ants collecting around something interesting one found and then led all the others to.
Given this avoidance he has no idea whether this... Whatever-it-is is anything like what humans back home do and really he doesn't care. When he's handed the treats and sparklers he just looks at them boredly, only sparing a moment to sniff at the Champagne Supernova before promptly trying to shove all of it at whoever happens to be walking nearby.]
You take this.
III: Wildcard (ooc: If there's anything else you'd like feel free to make a starter or hmu through PM or at trickeryesque. In Prompt III feel free to try and drag him into any of the festival games, but good luck.)
Apollo | Olympos
[To say that Apollo has taken his arrival poorly is... Well. An understatement. But as a god who is typically the one doing the kidnapping as opposed to the victim he's less than pleased. He isn't even sure how such a thing could have been possible, especially since something seems to be keeping him from just. Leaving.
That shouldn't even be plausible for anyone outside of two people, and yet those words can't leave his lips. And perhaps that is what's most concerning and difficult to accept.
Presently the god of the Sun is skulking around the city proper, floating a few inches of the ground even though the action that usually takes such little effort seems to be actually draining him. He's hopelessly lost but is far too proud to admit it- although between his copious amounts of gold jewelry, lose-fitting white clothes, and unnecessary amounts of hair he sticks out like a sore thumb.
He's in the midst of fuming when he bumps into someone, instantly rounding on the poor stranger like they just insulted his sister.]
Watch it!
IB: Rooming
[By some miracle (or good samaritan) the redhead does finally manage to find his way to the apartments. But where one problem ends another begins, because Apollo has absolutely no idea how to figure out where his room is, let alone how to actually get inside. Thanks to his pride he's already running low on whatever Chroma he had upon arrival and the concept of electronics and things like "touchpads" are completely foreign, more or less stranding him in the halls of the building.
After much pacing, rattling doors, and attempting to just will them open he settles for stomping a foot, voice rising in frustration for whoever happens to be unlucky enough to be around.]
UGH! This place is the worst!
II: God Save Us from the Queen
[The Groves are, if nothing else, something of welcome sight. Despite all the unfamiliar trappings of the world the bit of nature is more akin to the garden or the forests he used to spend time with Artemis in.
But of course this place seems bent on making everything as irritating as possible, because some attendants seem to be under the impression that Apollo wants to help out with the serving. Anyone nearby will be treated to raised voices, with one in particular full of unabashed disdain.]
What do I look like?! I might be stuck here for now but do you honestly think I'll run around at your beck and call like some insect? Don't make me laugh!
[And with that he tries to whirl around and stomp off dramatically... Only to run directly into a Swiffy Bot and topple over with an "oomf!". Graceful.]
III: Say Cheese
[Of course Apollo is vaguely familiar with the concept of human festivals, but they're not something he's ever given a moment's consideration. In his eyes they're nothing more than a noisy collection of humans gathered into a smaller space than usual; ants collecting around something interesting one found and then led all the others to.
Given this avoidance he has no idea whether this... Whatever-it-is is anything like what humans back home do and really he doesn't care. When he's handed the treats and sparklers he just looks at them boredly, only sparing a moment to sniff at the Champagne Supernova before promptly trying to shove all of it at whoever happens to be walking nearby.]
You take this.
III: Wildcard
(ooc: If there's anything else you'd like feel free to make a starter or hmu through PM or at