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Eris, not so confused raised her shield and her spear. You dematerialize intoyour pajamas. You call a servant over and have food delivered as well. Hermes flew down at your absolute disrespect to the tournament, not that you care. You place the food plate on the picnic blanket you materlialized.
“Hey… Little Pan- Arpanet? Hello? Are you listening?”
“Goddess Eris!” You say cheerfully. “I want to play a game.”
“A game?” Eris said. “Do you not know what his colosseum is?”
“I do, but why should you or I fight for them? Just fighting for them sounds boring. A goddess that started the Trojan can surely flex better with a game instead of fighting. Someone who could make the goddesses fight then cause a great war can certainly.”
You set out the monopoly board and offer Eris a materialized piece of the Trojan horse.
“A gift, Lady Eris.”
Eris held on to her weapon, once she was close she set her weapono n the side and took the Trojan horse piece. You made sure it was made of platinum with gold lines. You weren’t Haphaestus but you know your materials. Hermes floated over to see the game.
“Hm. And just what is this game?” Hermes said.
“Monopoly. A game that requires luck, wisdom, and cunning intellect.” You say. “And someone of your legend can play it. How about it Lady Eris?”
“I’m not a fool. If you want a game and you are suggest changing it, that means I will decide the game.” Eris said.
“And that is?”
“A game of words. We are goddesses, and as goddesses we are always expected to contain our bearing. We exchange insults.How about that? I'll let you go first.”
You turn around, and grin like a smug bitch. Relax relax.
>Accept (write-in insult)
>Don’t accept
