Apollo seemed to be spluttering for a retort towards the other voice, as offended as he had ever been the entire day, even with his "I am the superior one in this room you fiend" type attitude. Reggie would have usually found this day amusing, if he didn't have to deal with a voice in his head himself. This seemed like a fun plot out of a book or a movie, a television show, even. If it followed the usual, cliché story line, the voices in their heads were genuine deities, about to come to life to air in some epic mission or quest. They would manifest at the exact right moment, would have some ridiculous sort of power, and, of course, would be as arrogant as they were at the moment.

Probably would have to provide some demonstration of sorts of a romantic, angst-filled drama, as always. Such was the way of the usual entertainment type deal.

His musings were interrupted by two things that were also usually entertaining, except he had to be the one who dealed with the problems at the same time. A sigh was forming in his lungs as he let a grim sort of smile - that gave him the look of regretting even existing - onto his face.

The first thing being Brandon stuttering for some excuse about talking to the voice in his head. Something about being on the phone. In all honesty, he looked quite panicky, but Reggie didn't see anything so horrible about it. If anything, he personally felt it was interesting to actually be stuck with someone quite so annoying. Usually he would just, run. It didn't make it better when he had to leave to grab his drink for a moment. It just gave Apollo a reason to begin "speaking" louder, as if he had a genuine voice that needed to be magnified to reach the one named Sun Wukong.

I can just die in embarrassment later.

The second thing was, obviously, Apollo, who had taken it upon himself to give Reggie an absolutely splitting headache. "Shut up before I just commit Alt F4 you parasite."

Apollo just kept his torrent of whatever this form of ranting was. It consisted mainly of him boasting about how he was much better than Sun Wukong. How the Greeks were much better than whatever mythology the other came from. How no one even knew or cared about Sun Wukong and their mythology. Reggie felt that had been taken too far, but it was the best thing out of the day. That and the smoothie he had gotten.

The smoothie is quite good, isn't it?

Reggie groaned out loud. "Stay out of my head," he muttered. Apollo ignored him and then jumped right back into his loud speech of how he was the best god, over any other deity. Reggie refrained from sarcastically responding.

Brandon leaned close to hiss something, looking like quite the somber person. "Of course I can hear them. They're quite loud, no? I wouldn't be surprised if everyone could hear them and just decided to ignore their arrogant selves." Apollo didn't even respond. Figures. He was the type to sit on the sidelines as soon as conflict arose, considering Brandon leaning closer seemed like quite the threat. "Invading" Apollo's little bubble.

"Yes. And your friend. Sun Wukong?" Reggie raised an eyebrow at him.

(aha, I also forgot to reply to our other roleplay as well-)

Brandon was rambling at this point. Reggie was also struggling to stay sane, especially with the voice in his head. He didn't know why he was the one who was stuck here. It could have been anyone else, anywhere else. Just as long as it wasn't Reggie.

But no. He had to be stuck with a nuisance of a voice, and on top of that, had to deal with Brandon. It was absolutely turning out to be quite a wonderful day. Reggie was on the verge of panicking and going on and on like how Brandon was, but simply because the other was doing it, Reggie didn't. Merely out of childish spite. Brandon began going on about eating something out of the ordinary to cause whatever crisis the two were in, stammering and looking rather confused.

"I think they're desperate parasites looking to reincarnate as us and finsh some prophecy or quest they never got the chance to succeed in back in the days. Personally, I would just ignore them. They'll eventually have to get bored, right?"

I would like you to know I am not some pasty parasite. I am a dignified deity. And how do you think I feel, having to go so low as to choose to accompany a mortal such as yourself?

Reggie was offended, choosing to ignore Apollo instead of string him along and get a ramble of paragraphs out of the so-called god. From what he could tell, Apollo never faltered to hear himself talk about, well, himself. Reggie took a drink from his smoothie, eyeing Brandon with a new desperate light in his eyes as if the other held the answers to getting rid of, or taming, their irritating, tag-a-long companions.

"I know as much as you Brandon. For all we know, we really are hallucinating this whole ordeal. God, I hope that's true. It would be horrible if we had to be something like those old mythological heroes and slay some beast to get rid of these 'gods'."

Excuse you- You should be grateful to be accompanied by a god, even if it's one of these Sun Wukong like deities.

Reggie inhale and exhaled slowly, grasping at straws to gain back his sanity.

Apollo was amused that Reggie believed it could be some part of a hallucination he was sharing with Brandon, but it was entirely plausible. After all, a voice inside his head was claiming to be a Greek deity from who knows how many years ago. He doubted anyone even believed in the old Greek myths these days. Sure the stories were still spread about at campfires and for bedtime tales, but who actually thought they existed?

"Yes. We would prefer if we could get rid of you voices as soon as possible. Unless we're both senile." Reggie rubbed one of his eyes tiredly and took another drink out of his smoothie.

Sun Wukong compared this all to a game, a competition that would be entertaining. Reggie disagreed entirely. How was this fun?

It will be rather entertaining to see mortals such as yourselves run around to attempt these ordeals. But don't worry. We'll keep it as... possible for you two. We can't have you dying off now, can we? Hm, I'm thinking at least one of these games should be a tribute to the old days when gods and deities were revered, feared and blessed by the humans, yes?

Reggie didn't like where this was going. "As long as it doesn't take years or months to complete. I just want to get rid of you, no offense Apollo."

Apollo took offense.

More customers were filling the little smoothie shop, crowding the area and making Reggie feel uncomfortable. "Shall we take this outside?" His fingers fidgeted against each other, flicking out and rubbing together. He didn't enjoy the feeling of being crowded around by other beings. "We could discuss this easier outside without others thinking we're lunatics making conversation with oursleves."

He gestured towards the door for Brandon to go ahead. They were in this little game together, whether they liked it or not.