MAILBOX

[solastial]

Will Solace lives at #1434.
mailbox . phone calls . text . etc .

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[romanus]

[ There's a casual shrug. ]

Enough to get around, doesn't everyone know that shit?

[solastial]

i'm pretty sure it's fairly common knowledge.

[ There ought to be a manual for this. 'How to explain to people that all the myths and legends are true without saying that and therefore sounding totally cheesy.' ]

none of that is fictional.

[romanus]

Okay.

[ Watch him not respond with shock and awe, sorry, Will. Petulance? Yes. Shock? No. ]

So what, you're supposed to be some god or something like that?

[solastial]

[ Petulance is way better, honestly. ]

demigod. half-god. on my dad's side.

[romanus]

You know that's still vague as hell, right? Names.

[ Don't call him stupid, Roman, he's at least giving you what you want. ]

[solastial]

apollo.

[ He looks aside. ]

[romanus]

Wow, you didn't even get a good one.

[ Harsh. ]

[solastial]

[ He actually looks offended by that. ]

what's bad about apollo? that's my dad you're talking about you know.

[romanus]

[ Wow, a reaction! He can't help that faint smirk that passes over his lips. ]

He's not top of the top, you know? Powerful?

[solastial]

just because he's not one of the flashier ones doesn't mean he's not important. he's the god of medicine you know. that's pretty important.

[romanus]

[ He can't even really argue that, without medicine...

Still, he manages an indignant shrug. ]

Someone would have figured out the medicine shit eventually, but you have to admit he kind of got a lot of the shitty stuff, right?

[solastial]

i guess it depends on your perspective.

[ He gestures with his phone. ]

i don't think my abilities are useless.

[romanus]

[ That did make him perk up a little bit, leaning forward in his seat to stare at Will a little more intently. ]

...yeah, like what?