|
Post by MS on Aug 26, 2017 19:51:30 GMT -5
Ivan Tsarevich
"Okay, if you insist. Where exactly are you staying anyways?"
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 19:53:29 GMT -5
Skyla Robinson
"I know a place."
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 22:27:03 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
"So wait... My dad was really a consultant for the MA?" Hera asked as she walked along the sandy shores beside Palaemon.
The young man beside her laughed heartily, "Whether they wanted him or not, he was always there to voice his opinion."
Hera joined in with the laughter, "Sure sounds like my dad. Why'd he leave?"
"Well..." Palaemon stopped in his tracks, his face cloaked in a thin veil of transparency that failed to fully cover up the look of pain and sorrow that now rested there. He violently shook his head back and forth as if to forcefully rid himself of unpleasant thoughts. "That's... not really my story to tell. However, I can assure you he has very good reasons for what he did."
Hera sighed and looked out onto the horizon. A clear blue sky surrounded a bright morning sun and gave the brilliant, sparkling blues of the waves below it a more vibrant look. It was... beautiful. And yet beautiful didn't quite do the scene justice. All the young woman knew was that the warm morning sun was lighting her way and warming her skin, and that the sounds of the breeze swaying the trees near them as well as the relaxing, ambient sounds of waves crashing on the sand made her feel more at ease than she had been in years.
"You know, you should learn one of the greek dialects."
Hera gave Palaemon a strange look, "What? Why?"
"Well, because of a certain line in the terms of your family crest," he replied matter-of-factly. "Ah, here we are."
Hera looked up at the building in front of them. It was covered in marble and glass tiles that portrayed different scenes from greek mythology and stood prominently upon the beach, even though it's height would probably be considered rather on the shorter side. Above the entranceway there was an intricate coat of arms consisting of a trident, a key, and a towering wave. Palaemon quickly ushered Hera inside before calling forth a group of nymphs to walk her through the customs of entering a greek house.
"I must bid you farewell for now, mihi flors. Sanctum is currently in a state of chaos and I can't be gone for long. However, these lovely river nymphs shall take the time to teach you some greek customs in my stead. We shall meet again to discuss the entirety of your family lineage." Palaemon grabbed Hera's hand, "Be careful back in the real world. The name Katsaros may mean nothing to you, but it means a lot to others around you. I encourage you to research the seven original mage families on your own. Goodbye, Hera, and for Zeus's sake be careful."
Hera stumbled over the hem of her toga once more and muttered a curse. "Stupid river nymphs," she mumbled as a shiver racked her frame. "I don't think I'll ever be able to feel my arms again." Hera wandered through the alleyways of London dressed in some strange ancient garb from Greece. She spotted a little thrift store across the street with a light on. "I really hope that store is open late."
((yeah I got rid of strange formatting for palaemon. also I kinda wrote this while mostly asleep so sorry.)
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 22:43:25 GMT -5
Morgiana
"...Alright." The red-nosed tomboy on the other side of the counter tilted her head and grinned at her. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but you've got yourself a deal."
"I got the job?!" Morgiana leaned forward, eyes large and round. "Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"Hey-hey-ow!" Her new employer broke away and shook out her wrist. "You've got one hell of a handshake for a girl your size."
"S-sorry! Hehe... I got a little carried away there."
"Don't get too excited, kid. Unless you've forgotten the last part of the contract."
"Oooohhh..." Morgiana narrowed her eyes.
"That's riiight!" she said with a huge smile. "Whoever first comes through that door, guy or girl, you've gotta serve them wearing what you're right now!"
"But that's so cruel!"
"Serves you right for waltzing into the store wearing it in the first place!"
"I literally had nothing else to wear!"
"And don't get sneaky here. Remember- sell a pair of pants, you get a pair of pants. Sell a shirt, you get a shirt. That's the deal."
"Yeah, and what are the chances someone's coming in here who needs a whole outfit at this hour?!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the shop's door. Her boss raised her eyebrows. Morgiana's face seemed to twitch.
"Uhhhh..." Morgiana began, opening the door with a face as red as a tomato. "...Welcome to Betty's Thrift Corner. Don't ask about the bikini."
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 22:49:59 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Hera released an obnoxiously loud sneeze as she rushed into the store in her very light linen toga coupled with knee high gladiator sandals. She turned toward the girl who had let her in. "I won't ask if you don't."
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 22:52:35 GMT -5
Morgiana
"Deal-"
"I will!" Betty, her boss, called from the counter. "Lemme guess- you're a Greek goddess who doesn't have any spare clothes and needs a job working at a thrift store before she can go out in public without being arrested for public indecency. Right? Tell me I'm right, this is way too hilarious."
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 23:03:53 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Hera glared at the annoying girl behind the counter, "More like an Greek goddess who has some friends with a very sick sense of humor who decided to abandon her out in the freezing cold and took her wallet."
Hera looked more closely at the short girl in front of her. Something about her felt... different. Whatever, first I need to regain feeling in my hands and feet. "I don't suppose I could sell you guys what I'm wearing now in order to get some decent clothing, could I?"
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 23:13:24 GMT -5
Morgiana
Betty responded, "Well I had thought that most people around here aren't into flirty togas or medieval lingerie, but after seeing the two of you I'm ready to believe anything. I can see it now-- suddenly, London is flooded by people from the ancient past! And they all need clothes to blend in!"
Hera and Morgiana exchanged glances.
"...Alright, I'll get serious. That looks like some high-quality linen. I doubt I'd get any buyers soon, but I figure that'll fetch quite a bit this Halloween season. I'm willing to make a long-term investment like that. Morgan, do me a solid and show her around the store. One of those fancy togas for a full outfit sounds like a fair deal!"
Morgiana shrugged and brought her to the aisles. "Thank god... So. What looks good?"
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 23:18:46 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Hera's teeth were still chattering from the cold as she responded, "Pretty much anything warm." Hera glanced up and down the aisles. "Jeans are always a safe bet."
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 23:28:22 GMT -5
Morgiana
"It's kinda funny," she began, as they continued to assemble an outfit for Hera. "That you're kinda stuck here for the same reason I am. Where I grew up, this outfit was perfect for the weather. That is to say, scorching hot. So, needless to say, I've had my fair share of the shivers today. I know you told me not to ask, and I'm sorry, but..." They made their way out of Betty's earshot. "...you've just got me curious. That chiton you were wearing reminds me of someone I knew a while back. Err... before coming here to London. And you even kinda remind me of him... You, uh, wouldn't happen to know of any man that went by Katsaros, would you? Maybe in your history textbooks?"
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 23:35:21 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Hera let out a small sigh before replying in a hushed voice, "I... uh... I think I'm related to him? Does this have anything to with you being a servant?"
|
|
|
Post by muhtheepic on Aug 26, 2017 23:37:38 GMT -5
Webster
A wide grin spread across Webster's face, looking more unhinged than joyful, like a crack in concrete.
"Very well, Caster. I'll follow you, so long as what you say is true."
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 23:43:38 GMT -5
Morgiana
"So you are a mage. Whew... I was worried there for a second. I basically have a permanent charm spell on me, which sounds great and all, but it spends my mana a bit faster than you'd at first think. I've gotta get a master, and fast. The thing is, I can't just go looking around town for mages while I'm still in this old dancer outfit! See my problem? So you really did me a favor here by walking in basically naked, weird as that may sound."
Dante
"Trust me. You'll be unveiling all the truth you could ever dream of, and a thousandfold more." He pressed one palm to Webster's heart, and the other to his own. "Repeat after me... Of two hearts, one circuit. Of two souls, one purpose."
|
|
|
Post by Doodlebug on Aug 26, 2017 23:49:28 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
"Have to admit that I never expected a sentence like that from a female, but I get what you mean," Hera responded. "I'm Hera Gregg by the way, and you are?"
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Aug 26, 2017 23:52:06 GMT -5
Morgiana
"Saber," she responded instinctively. "...Well, me and a few thousand other spirits right about now, so I guess that isn't very helpful. I was Morgiana, the slave girl you always hear about who served Ali Baba. That's where the outfit comes from, at least."
|
|