"Is it not good that they are so friendly?"
"That's a little complicated." We emerge into Erebos and I take the lead as we fly towards Lord Hades' palace. "I want them to learn to leave the island. If they can get what they want -which includes stunningly attractive alien warrior-women- by staying at home, they get disincentivised."
I mean, the rest of humanity isn't generally
unattractive, but having Kori around makes it just a
bit harder...
"You..? Think I am stunning?"
I glance at her with a frown. "Yes, you.. are? Especially to a warrior culture that holds physically capable women in high regard. Themyscira has been in voluntary isolation for most of the past two thousand years, so anything new gets a lot of attention… What?"
And there aren't exactly a lot of visitors, after all. So female guests get a lot of attention in particular. Yay.
"Stunning?"
"Seriously?"
"I grew to womanhood on Okaara, and the people of Okaara have standards of beauty that are not the same as those of Tamaran."
For reference, Okaaran females tend to be over six feet tall, and built like
male bodybuilders. Imagine the classic 'buff female orc' meme. By those standards, Tamaraneans like Kori would look like skinny children.
"Okay, yes, but surely there were other students?"
"The Warlords preferred to teach only small groups, and their lessons left little time for other matters. I was there to learn so that I could lead my people, not to entertain myself. And… Since I was betrothed, I did not want to risk becoming too attached to someone I would have to leave. I have never been experienced romantic love, and my only experience of sex is being raped by Citadelian soldiers."
Ooof. yeah, I think most of us forgot
that little detail of her history...
"Oh." Ah. I know that tamaraneans process trauma differently to humans, but… I don't.. really… "Are you..? Alright?"
"Yes?" She blinks. "Should I not be?"
There's no little twitch in here eyebrow, is there? No trace of repressed anger? Because that sort of thing tends to come out at just the wrong moment, according to Narrative Causality...
"I… No, I'm glad that you are, but perhaps we should make time to discuss the life goals you have that aren't related to public service? It's a poor sort of Orange Lantern who doesn't get at least something for themselves, and Vega is hardly in the same sort of state it used to be in."
She smiles. "Do you wish to 'set me up' with someone? Did Rikane telling you that you were a betrothal-breaking villain make you so concerned?"
Well... There
is Robin. I know, he's all of fifteen, but she's only about seventeen. Not that squicky...
"I… Suppose that I'd like you to be happy..?"
"Perhaps with Alan?"
I actually fall slightly in the air.
Good thing they're in a tunnel, that kind of thing might have ended up with him face-first in a building anywhere else.
"Um."
"You do not approve?"
Uh... Do Tamaraneans have the 'Half Plus Seven' rule back home?
"Alan.. is… Fairly old for a human. Um."
"But his body is fuelled by the light of hope."
Dang, he must be looking good by now. Mid forties?
"That's certainly true. But… Have you talked about his late wife? Because him… Being involved with someone… I certainly don't hate the idea, but I think it's something that you should think about carefully? With perhaps a greater understanding with human cultural norms that you currently have?"
And if her empathic sight is even half as good as his, she'd pick up on the
Love. Even without it, you'd be hard pressed not to notice how much he loved Rose...
She nods as we come in for a landing.
"That may be more wise."
Starfire and… Alan Scott? I wouldn't have even considered…
Because it's just... No. Just
no. I don't think
anyone ever considered that idea. Except maybe some particularly pervy folks.
"Ho, Lanterns." A young-looking man with tanned skin and dark grey hair and wearing.. safari gear that's so stereotypical that it makes me blink, raises his right hand in greeting as he strolls out of the shadows of a pillar. "I was wondering how long I'd be here until I met you."
I bow, and Koriand'r follows suit. "Lord Zagreus. I wasn't expecting you."
Zagreus, greek god of the Hunt. Quite a confused and varied background there.
"I'd be a poor hunt-god if my prey expected me." I-. "Oh, not like that. You simply managed to make me curious. What brings you back to the underworld?" He looks pointedly at Koriand'r and then back at me. "Not planning on parading her in front of my sister, I hope?"
"No, no. I simply wanted to ask her help is deciphering some dreams."
The Dreams of the Star Mother, eh? He's still plugging away at that one, I see.
He smirks. "And you could hardly ask an oracle. But I'm hardly ignorant on the subject myself, even if you do prefer my sister's company."
"I meant no offence, my lord. I simply haven't had the pleasure of meeting you until today."
And looking at your outfit, you've been occupied with other matters.
"But why not Hypnos? He lives not far from here. And general interpretation is more his bailiwick."
"Because I know Melinoë."
And I honestly can't remember whether Hypnos and Morpheus are distinct beings and I'd rather avoid things like the Endless if at all possible.
Eh, Morpheus
was called the Oneiromancer. But given the ever-shifting nature of myth, who knows how it mutated?
"Do you know what my sister spends her time doing?"
"No?"
Her business is her business. I doubt she'd enjoy prying.
"Custom mail order nightmares. People like them. I think people are even praying to her. A man called… Jonathan Crane?"
"Doctor Jonathan Crane, and that doesn't surprise me. He's insane and obsessed with fear but chemically incapable of feeling it without Melinoë's help."
He probably finds them quite enjoyable indeed.
"At least he's happy. Listen, I've got some… Bad news."
"What's that?"
"Your visits are setting off our mother's protective instincts. She's… Not cutting you off, exactly… But I'm supposed to chaperone you."
Really? I would have expected
Hades to be the overprotective one.
"Did she call you back from… Wherever you were, because-"
"Nairobi."
"-she thinks I'm going to abduct Melinoë? Because Melinoë could lock me in a never-ending series of horrifying nightmares."
The lady is hardly unprotected. Even if she didn't protect herself, the spirits and shades dwelling in Erebos would overhear any shenanigans.
He glances awkwardly away.
"Our.. mother is concerned that.. perhaps she wouldn't want to."
...How ironic, indeed.
"So… What exactly is Queen Persephone's opposition to relevance in the modern world?"
"It's not the hobby. It's the man. And I don't think that having me along is really all that burdensome."
"Alright. I suppose you aren't really a problem. Where is Melinoë now?"
Hells, he may even have some interesting input. After all, they weren't called 'Star Hunters' for nothing.