"Eros! Where is my armor!" Antiope bellowed as soon as the voice was finished. "Where are my weapons? Return them to me!" She stood naked and unbothered by that fact, her toga clenched in one hand. Around her throat, she could feel a band of leather - the 'collar' that Eros had referred to. The fact that the arrogant godling though he could collar her like an errant dog infuriated her - she and her sister led an uprising against the men of Greece for just this reason. She would not let any man attempt to control her again.
Her fist strangling the thin material, Antiope stood waiting for a response that didn't come. With that lack of response, her anger simmered down until she was ready to look around at the place where Eros had dropped both her and a group of other people. If there was a threat, she would face it - if there was anyone familiar, she would find them.
Network (video)
[A woman's face flickers into view, with a hint of a frown.]
They tell me that I may use this to speak to people who are not with me. To ask questions. I would ask that if there is a blacksmith on the island, or if someone knows of one, that they would contact me. I have a commission for her - for them.
[After two and a half thousand years, it's not easy for Antiope to stop thinking of female as default.,]
Solstice
Antiope has - grudgingly - come to accept living on the island for now. She's even made half an effort to dress for the occasion, in a clean linen tunic with only one dagger at her side.
The music is both strange and familiar. Antiope has no skill with an instrument herself - her passion has always been for combat - but she can appreciate the sound. It is the same with the food - some familiar, some strange, and all worth trying.
She steps absently over the legs of a couple who have rolled off their blanket into her path, and strides towards the fire breathers. She is fascinated by the skill, and wonders if there is a way it could be used in combat.
Antiope | DC Extended Universe
"Eros! Where is my armor!" Antiope bellowed as soon as the voice was finished. "Where are my weapons? Return them to me!" She stood naked and unbothered by that fact, her toga clenched in one hand. Around her throat, she could feel a band of leather - the 'collar' that Eros had referred to. The fact that the arrogant godling though he could collar her like an errant dog infuriated her - she and her sister led an uprising against the men of Greece for just this reason. She would not let any man attempt to control her again.
Her fist strangling the thin material, Antiope stood waiting for a response that didn't come. With that lack of response, her anger simmered down until she was ready to look around at the place where Eros had dropped both her and a group of other people. If there was a threat, she would face it - if there was anyone familiar, she would find them.
Network (video)
[A woman's face flickers into view, with a hint of a frown.]
They tell me that I may use this to speak to people who are not with me. To ask questions. I would ask that if there is a blacksmith on the island, or if someone knows of one, that they would contact me. I have a commission for her - for them.
[After two and a half thousand years, it's not easy for Antiope to stop thinking of female as default.,]
Solstice
Antiope has - grudgingly - come to accept living on the island for now. She's even made half an effort to dress for the occasion, in a clean linen tunic with only one dagger at her side.
The music is both strange and familiar. Antiope has no skill with an instrument herself - her passion has always been for combat - but she can appreciate the sound. It is the same with the food - some familiar, some strange, and all worth trying.
She steps absently over the legs of a couple who have rolled off their blanket into her path, and strides towards the fire breathers. She is fascinated by the skill, and wonders if there is a way it could be used in combat.