<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://ultraimg.com/images/b9d395e89161.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><ol style="list-style-type: lower-alpha"><ol style="list-style-type: lower-alpha"><ol style="list-style-type: lower-alpha"><div style="text-align: justify;">Bia never was one for Erebus and Nike's boxing matches, but it was common for the gods to stay together. Besides, she was less fond of the whole prohibition thing that those silly humans had going on, and the two <span style="font-style: italic">always</span> made sure to have the best drinks out of all of the speakeasies around. It's not her fault she likes to have a good drink with her cigarette, and it's not her fault that this is the only place she can go for both and not have men assume she's just some whore.<br/><br/>She heaves out a sigh, smoke pouring from her mouth, cigarette balanced delicately between her fingers. <span style="color: #F587AD">"Look, Aster,"</span> she says to Asteria. <span style="color: #F587AD">"The boys are showing off how tough they are by beating eachother up again. How cute."</span> She tries not to be rude about the things the other gods like - some of them are so <span style="font-style: italic">sensitive</span>, and they don't need to fight among themselves no matter how fun it is. They're here to enlighten the lives of humans in the span of two years, to inspire the arts and cultivate culture as best they can, and then die. It's truly charming.<br/><br/>Asteria only replies in a heaving sigh, and Bia can just tell she's going to reply with one of her weird, poetic responses. Damned titan of "nighttime oracles," as if those are so different from the oracles Apollo dealt with. She remembers him from a few recurrences back. He was nice, if not a bit pretentious and stuck up with the whole sun business going on.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFFF">"Oh, Bia,"</span> Asteria sighs, voice all high and mighty. <span style="color: #80BFFF">"Are they truly showing off? Or are they just trying to prove themselves?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #F587AD">"You're infuriating,"</span> she says with a huff, pushing herself up out of her seat, <span style="color: #F587AD">"and I'm going to go find Artemis or Anaideia. they make sense."</span> She huffs off to the back room, the one reserved just for the pantheon and Ananke, if she's around. She isn't always.<br/><br/>Opaque and prophetic musings aside, Bia generally does enjoy Asteria. She generally enjoys all of the pantheon, but everyone has their faults and quirks. Some of them fight, some of them ramble, sometimes they forget to chew with their mouth closed - little things, really, but sometimes the whole <span style="font-style: italic">impending death</span> and <span style="font-style: italic">dying at twenty six</span> things get to her, and she gets fed up with their quirks quicker than usual. There are others who have it worse than her, others who die as teens, but those others aren't still married to a mortal spouse with three children. She still hasn't been home, hasn't been back since Ananke confronted her with the whole, <span style="font-style: italic">"You will be loved, you will be hated,"</span> thing one day on her way home from the market. How do you explain to a child that their mother is dying in two years? They'd had enough tragedy when her father died in the war, and they didn't need that. Better to just disappear all together than put them through that.</div></ol></ol></ol>