Wanderer's Steps | Dion/Open

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: For timeline's sake, this is after Mitsuki meets with le Dragons but still temporarily "resides" within Dragon Territory.

Was she even allowed to be on these grounds? Mitsuki had wandered into Mount Olympus territory for the sake of - and hoping - to run into Dion. He was one she considered to be a friend, but their last meeting ended a bit on a sour note, and since then she had not seen him. She had taken the assumption that he would be somewhere in the area, considering his name, but she could've been totally off- to which, then, she would hope the items she bore (belongings from Hera [earrings], Poseidon [boots], Athena [battle glasses], and Zeus [thunder gloves]) would grant her peaceful leave.

...or, it could do just the opposite. She just hoped no one would recognize her as 'Princess'. Who knew what trouble that would bring...?

Gas mask was off. She was out in the open for all to see.

[Leon]

Something Mitsuki may want to take note of was how everything seemed newly reconstructed, the people here in clothes resembling the people to whom they preyed, some wore egyption esque clothing, others white robes and even others in furs and hides.

People looked happy and content, trade was on the rise and even portioned turned farm like.

Mitsuki was approached by a few traders trying to peddle off their wares. One specifically though spotted something familiar. He was a large nordic man wearing soft padded tunic and pants. Hide boots and a wolf pelt cape.

"Excuse me miss, but... You seem to be adorned in some interesting treasures..."

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki was slightly taken aback. Mount Olympus was so different compared to what she had ever seen...ever. There was no sadness; people were content, looking as if they were living fairly well. Not that she was confused- people always seemed to find ways to make a better standard of living.

Mitsuki's cold exterior was enough to ward off some traders, but others approached to which she explicitly turned down by acknowledging them, then walking away. One in particular stopped her with his words; he seemed to be familiar with the items she bore. She looked at him, briefly, before going on her way. If he was stopping her just to point out her items...

One item in particular that was in her possession...was Dion's ring, hidden beneath her gloves.

[Leon]

"Well I'm not one to judge, but if your looking for someone I may be able to help."

"That should be quite alright."

A voice from a little ways further down the road would belong to non-other than Dionysus. Wearing his old dark green armor and the cane with the holster for the wine he usually drank from. His dark red almost brown hair held in place by the dark green circlet on his head as well.

The large man nodded and went about his business. Dion however would approach with the usual charming smile.

"Well... I hadn't expected to see you again."

[Mitsuki Park]

She stopped. What was the catch? She turned to look at him, her lips parting to speak, yet hesitation: Does she address him as how she knows him? Dion? Or as his formal title...?

Unnecessary thoughts, because before she spoke, a familiar voice rang nearby and a small smile crossed her face.

Green.

The thought immediately crossing her mind as soon as she heard his voice. The last time she had seen him, he was wearing green- and before that, green again. When she finally saw him, charming smile and all, she returned a smile of her own...for he had a characteristic she highly valued in others though not many had it: consistency.

Also something she lacked.

"Dion," she spoke warmly; definitely a change from how he had previously viewed her. Her cold exterior dropped and she stepped forward towards him, as if to give him a hug but...

Stopped herself. Might be inappropriate- he was a god to these people, after all.

She lowered her eyes and gave a courteous bow, not exactly knowing how to act. What was proper? What wasn't?

[Leon]

Dionysus would return the bow, and hold a hand out.

"Lets go somewhere to talk."

Should she take his hand or not doesn't matter to him, it would just his habits as of now. He would lead her in the direction of the place he was staying with Aphrodite and her nymphs. Playing to the persona of Dionysus.

Once at the building which was once a gym with an indoor pool now turned hotel with a giant indoor hot tub Dion would lead her to his room where he'd place the gryphon feathered cape on the stand and his circlet on his desk.

"I figure we had the same idea, much easier to just be us here than me continue playing a god out there."

[Mitsuki Park]

Her cold hand slipped into his; she figured rejecting him would be an offense, perhaps not to Dion but from his followers.

Such luxury, she mused. She did not particularly enjoy being in this setting, mostly because she felt like she didn't belong. And she didn't. She was an outsider to them, and although she was adorned in items that were familiar to the gods and goddesses, it wasn't something to be proud of. The items were acquired through battle.

She then realized that coming here alone was probably an unsafe decision. Avid followers of Hera, Zeus, Poseidon, and Athena could have potentially attacked her if they noticed her items.

What an extravagant building.

She arched a brow at his words; playing a god. Well, at least he still had his head on straight.

"Suppose I didn't bow...what would've happened?"

She was curious. Regardless of his answer, she would go up to him and give him a hug. A sign of affection not easily given.

"... you aren't going to use your dazzling powers on me, are you?" her brows furrowed, remembering high school and their first encounter.

[Leon]

Dion would return the hug musing at her question.

"Suppose I was a God."

Was his simple answer, yet he knew she was smart enough to figure it out.

"Though for me, it would probably be normal with woman and those powers of mine."

Dion would tilt his head chuckling a bit at her question though took it serious since she had that look on her face.

"Even if I did they wouldn't work on you. Guess you'd have to fall for me the old fashioned way. Especially since you have my ring."

[Mitsuki Park]

Good point.

Her shoulders relaxed at his chuckle, eyebrow slightly arching at his response. Falling for him the old fashioned way? She wasn't so sure about that. From what she knew, he was pretty popular with the female population...if she wanted her head on her shoulders, she would probably have to be more wary of her actions toward him.

His ring. She pulled off the glove on her right hand, slipping it into her back pocket. She hadn't taken it off since he had given it to her; the ring rested lightly on her thumb, and even then was still a little big.

"...mm, this ring?" she allowed a sly grin to slip across her face. "It looks nice on my hand, don't you think?"

[Leon]

Dionysus eyes watched carefully as she revealed it, he seemingly flinched yet kept his smile, though his eyes showed the lust for that power back. He however would not succumb to such a need, or else why did he give the ring to her anyways.

"It does look good on you. Much better than it did on me."

Dion would chuckle as he moved to his ice box and pulled out a couple bottles of water.

"Would you like one? Or maybe a pillow?"

Dion said referencing when she asked for one when he was trying to comfort her after being captured.

[Mitsuki Park]

His flinch did not go unnoticed despite the smile he kept on his face. She saw the lust; she understood very well what kind of power the ring held and how it would benefit Dion greatly. It was his to begin with- so it was only natural that the ring would be tailored for him.

She wasn't so sure that it looked good on her. It was too big, for one; part of the reason why she wore her gloves over it, to prevent it from falling off. She didn't want to lose it; it was a gift to her, from him, after all. She had only received a couple gifts in her lifetime: her dog, Skye, this ring, and...one other treasured item.

"Mm, a pillow would be nice."

A smile. Reliving old times.

"The god of wine, pulling out water?" she chuckled, glad that he remembered she wasn't one to drink.

[Leon]

Dionysus would laugh at her comment about him pulling out water. He'd throw one to her as he went into a separate room and came back with the same less girly, less frilly pillow he had gotten her the very first time, and also tossed that to her.

"Thought you'd say that."

Dion would finally get to commenting about her wine god comment.

"What kind of host would I be if I didn't remember my guests preferences."

[Mitsuki Park]

She caught the bottle of water and broke open the cap to take a drink. Likewise, she caught the pillow thrown at her, surprised to find it was the same pillow from years back.

"You either don't have very many guests, or have great memory."

Since he was the god of wine and had to play his part, she assumed the latter.

"How have you been?"

She would finally ask. It had been years since she's seen him.

[Leon]

"It seems some things are worth remembering."

Dion would move to sit at a small card table and folding chair. There where many things strewn about for sitting. Stools, couches, chairs, fold out chairs.

"I've been better. Though since the bombs fell I've retakin my name as Dionysus, put my armor back on and decided to help best I can. Not much else I can do except try to be the god everyone wants us to be to give them hope."

[Mitsuki Park]

"Glad to know I'm worth remembering," Mitsuki remarked.

She sat on the opposite end of the table, pillow held to her chest. Mm. She missed the comforts of home, which she was...very far away from.

His reason for joining the gods again wasn't exactly important to Mitsuki. It didn't change her perspective on him, except maybe put him in a better light because his reason was to help others. Though, with there being so many gods already, she wondered if one more made that much of an impact.

"Mm...are you content?" she asked.

She noted that he said being the god that everyone wanted him to be, rather than him being someone he wanted to be. Living for the eyes of another...a difficult task, and probably not a very fulfilling one.