[ Ganymede isn't exactly happy about the circumstances, to say the least. By which we mean is that there's a long time in which he doesn't respond to the fae's attempts to appease him, because they make him angry.
No, they couldn't, not like this. He, quite frankly, doesn't give a rat's ass about them, or their stupid little "feelings", or their vague threat. What about him, hm? He didn't ask for this!
Other fellow kidnappees might actually witness the shout from him: ]
You know what?! You and this stupid little competition of yours can all just piss the hell off!
[ The blond begins to stomp away from the commotion. If he sticks around, he'll really make them regret they brought him here... ]
ii. preparations;
[ If one would like to presume that Ganymede was dragged kicking and screaming straight into a training area of some kind or whatever, they would be right!
Ganymede is unenthusiastic about the practice routines for many of the activities, and purposely ends up fumbling a lot of them, even with helpful additions to make him perform better. Though, once he is certain most fae aren't looking (as certain as he can be without it being an actual certainty), he does give an actual practice for dancing. For that, the blond's movements are actually not all that bad; graceful, light on air, practically perfect.
...It better be, it is one of the very few good things he's excellent at.
Dancing, that is. He was the best sword dancer to boot, before everything went to hell when Apollo showed up. When he finishes his routine, he sighs, tosses the ribbon to the ground angrily. ]
I can't wait until this stupidity is over!
[ Yeah, Ganymede is still angry. ]
iii. the moment (dance);
[ Ganymede still isn't happy about being made to participate in this stupid thing, even if he has indeed chosen one category out of them all; he doesn't greet the stage with a smile. But as he moves, feet gracefully sliding across the dance floor, sending a seething glare straight into the crowd, and probably not earning him friendly points. Still, he is playing along.
He is also wearing his robes for this dance, and well, Ganymede's footwork isn't an issue; fast-pace movements are easy for him to pull off. But, some feel like causing trouble, conjuring barriers like suddenly icing the floor at his feet. And, well, to be quite honest, he does end up slipping, falling forward—then, easily catching himself with both hands. He isn't able to propel himself frontwards, but instead its a roll, that allows him to spring back to his feet, and finish the dance off in a seamless movement that makes it all appear natural.
Even with applause, he swings his head away from the crowd before huffing, departing swiftly. It shouldn't be too hard to catch him regardless. ]
iv. audience;
[ Ganymede isn't participating in all the events for obvious reasons; only as a dancer, but he is keeping a close eye occasionally on others up to theirs.
Maybe he is here after they're done, but whatever the case, it isn't like people aren't allowed to be spectators.
For those running the marathon, when they're done he will ask: ]
...How did everything go?
[ For the duels, he will watch to see how that goes, because yeah. He has Concerns. These fae are just as bad as certain gods. ]
v. wildcard;
[ Feel free to throw me a wild prompt that is neither one of the above! ]
Ganymede | Olimpos | OTA
[ Ganymede isn't exactly happy about the circumstances, to say the least. By which we mean is that there's a long time in which he doesn't respond to the fae's attempts to appease him, because they make him angry.
No, they couldn't, not like this. He, quite frankly, doesn't give a rat's ass about them, or their stupid little "feelings", or their vague threat. What about him, hm? He didn't ask for this!
Other fellow kidnappees might actually witness the shout from him: ]
You know what?! You and this stupid little competition of yours can all just piss the hell off!
[ The blond begins to stomp away from the commotion. If he sticks around, he'll really make them regret they brought him here... ]
ii. preparations;
[ If one would like to presume that Ganymede was dragged kicking and screaming straight into a training area of some kind or whatever, they would be right!
Ganymede is unenthusiastic about the practice routines for many of the activities, and purposely ends up fumbling a lot of them, even with helpful additions to make him perform better. Though, once he is certain most fae aren't looking (as certain as he can be without it being an actual certainty), he does give an actual practice for dancing. For that, the blond's movements are actually not all that bad; graceful, light on air, practically perfect.
...It better be, it is one of the very few good things he's excellent at.
Dancing, that is. He was the best sword dancer to boot, before everything went to hell when Apollo showed up. When he finishes his routine, he sighs, tosses the ribbon to the ground angrily. ]
I can't wait until this stupidity is over!
[ Yeah, Ganymede is still angry. ]
iii. the moment (dance);
[ Ganymede still isn't happy about being made to participate in this stupid thing, even if he has indeed chosen one category out of them all; he doesn't greet the stage with a smile. But as he moves, feet gracefully sliding across the dance floor, sending a seething glare straight into the crowd, and probably not earning him friendly points. Still, he is playing along.
He is also wearing his robes for this dance, and well, Ganymede's footwork isn't an issue; fast-pace movements are easy for him to pull off. But, some feel like causing trouble, conjuring barriers like suddenly icing the floor at his feet. And, well, to be quite honest, he does end up slipping, falling forward—then, easily catching himself with both hands. He isn't able to propel himself frontwards, but instead its a roll, that allows him to spring back to his feet, and finish the dance off in a seamless movement that makes it all appear natural.
Even with applause, he swings his head away from the crowd before huffing, departing swiftly. It shouldn't be too hard to catch him regardless. ]
iv. audience;
[ Ganymede isn't participating in all the events for obvious reasons; only as a dancer, but he is keeping a close eye occasionally on others up to theirs.
Maybe he is here after they're done, but whatever the case, it isn't like people aren't allowed to be spectators.
For those running the marathon, when they're done he will ask: ]
...How did everything go?
[ For the duels, he will watch to see how that goes, because yeah. He has Concerns. These fae are just as bad as certain gods. ]
v. wildcard;
[ Feel free to throw me a wild prompt that is neither one of the above! ]