Survey Says :: Cerberus vs Inferno vs The World [Blitz]

( C E R B E R U S D A N T E G R I M M )

It began the way most things do: in a fit of Cerberus Grimm's egotism.

"— not to mention my hair." Fact: Cerberus Grimm's swag is insured for triple the value of the Grimm family mansion, which by his obviously modest estimations, is selling himself short. "You might be ripped like Jesus, but my hair could defeat your abs in a sex-match any day of the week." There is a pause, during which any other person in the world would probably contemplate the words that just spilled out of his mouth and... find themselves uncertain if they feel slightly uncomfortable or just shamelessly curious about the more literal interpretations of that proposal, but not Cerberus. He has been rattling off a list of his pheromone-gilded attributes of perfection for at least ten minutes now and perhaps the only thing more questionable than his descriptions of his own flawless elbows or why the ever-fluxing rainbow of his candy-colored hair wasn't mentioned sooner, is why his best friend has yet to interrupt this tirade of narcissism.

Pointing at the other Olympians and games staff milling up and down the sidewalks of the Village, his finger darts around as if drawing their faces into constellations of hormones dedicated to himself. "Her. Her. Him. Her. Him. I bet all of them would pick this face over yours," as the words slip past his lips, meant more as an arrogant joke of idiot sincerity than a belittling of Inferno, his palm reaches out lazily to plant itself on top of his friend's face, playfully shoving him out of some kind of imaginary limelight shining within his head. Fingers smashed against nose and eyelids and cheekbones, his mouth is hitched up into what might just be a new record for World's Cockiest Smirk. "Don't worry, nobody's looking at how messed up your face is right now." Insistently, yet oh-so-casually continuing his assault, the Grimm boy winks at a girl walking down the other side of the street. "Everyone is too busy fainting over the way the sun is hitting the side of my neck to bother with you. Seriously. You know I wouldn't lie to you."

The real question, however, is whether or not Cerberus Grimm and his own ego are lying to himself.