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Did our character just die?
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no, just building suspense. Think of this as the end of episode 1 and the next part the beginning of episode 2.
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Always Late
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[X] Elizabeth
Spectre
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The perspective switch was for a couple reasons:
1. it gives you a little taste of what Alexa can eventually become provided you play your cards right (to an extent at least.) Think of it as me giving you the keys to the Ferrari for a lap around the track before I stick you back in the Yugo.
2. To flesh out Catherine and Elizabeth a little.
As for the last part, you guys picked the best option of the three. So keep voting if you like this.
1. it gives you a little taste of what Alexa can eventually become provided you play your cards right (to an extent at least.) Think of it as me giving you the keys to the Ferrari for a lap around the track before I stick you back in the Yugo.
2. To flesh out Catherine and Elizabeth a little.
As for the last part, you guys picked the best option of the three. So keep voting if you like this.
Part 7: BDH
Spectre
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"I suppose that went about as well as you expected?" Alexa's dad resignedly asked Alastair and Elizabeth as the three waited for Alexa to return from her walk.
Elizabeth just shrugged. "This is a perfectly normal reaction for someone in her situation Curtiss. I had a similar response when I first discovered that I was the host of Sekhmet." She threw her dad a playful smirk. "Though the language I used might have been a bit more colorful."
"And what about Skittles up there?" Curtiss asks, using the nickname Nicole had used for Catherine, who's busy giving Alexa's room a once over after getting permission from her father. It was something she did with most new recruits as a way to understand why a deity would pick them.
"Catherine's childhood was very different from the one Henry and I experienced." Liz replied. "With us, Alastair and our mother still held the hope that we would get to live normal lives. When Catherine was born a hundred years later, they took the fact that both Henry and myself were hosts to mean that any child of theirs was destined to become so as well."
"Definitely explains her social skills." Curtiss remarked, referring to the rather blunt way she'd introduced Nichole to him all those years ago.
"Well," Elizabeth said. "When your closest friends are more focused on teaching you how to survive, and you've spent more time in warzones by the age of 25 than most career soldiers, learning to play well with others tends to take a back seat to combat skills. As my brother always joked, I was the perfect sister, and she was the perfect soldier. Though she's improved quite a bit since you last saw her."
"I'm sure my wife setting her up with a boyfriend had a part to play in that." Curtiss says with a smile.
"If by 'set up'," Liz said. "You mean when she got sick of Catherine getting cold feet every time she went to ask said boy out and decided to return the favor by dragging Catherine to him before planting her to the ground with tree roots, then yes."
"So are those two still together?"
"Yes." Catherine replies as she walks down the stairs to join the three sitting at the table. "We've been… seeing each other for five years now."
"Sounds about time for a ring." Curtiss replies with a chuckle, causing the normally stoic Catherine to become a blubbering fool as she tried to lie. "E-E-Eric and I feel te time isn't ri-we have more pressing dutie-SHUT UP!" Liz couldn't help but giggle, both at her sister's utter inability to lie and the fact that she knew what Eric was planning for her birthday.
"So, what do you think of our new recruit?" Liz asked, trying to help Catherine regain her composure.
"I can see why Lady Athena chose her." Catherine replies. "Valedictorian, as close to perfect marks as you can get. I have no doubt she would have excelled at UCLA. Nichole must have been so proud."
"She was." Curtiss replies. "I'm surprised she hasn't spent the last few months showing the photos she took at the graduation ceremony to everyone."
Both Catherine and Liz began to reply with a smirk that, yes, she has been bragging about her daughter nonstop for the past month when the radio scanner Curtiss has in the kitchen jumps to life with reports of a terrorist attack.
"That's the bookstore Lex likes to go to." Curtiss began, getting up from his chair and moving over to a desk in the hall way.
"Curtiss." Alastair said, putting a hand on the cop's shoulder. "If this attack is directed at your daughter, whatever is responsible will be well beyond the ability for you and any other responding officers to handle."
"But.." Curtiss tried to reply before realizing Allister was right.
"Let Catherine and Elizabeth scout the area first." He adds, nodding to his two daughters as they retrieved their coats and made their way to the back door.
"Don't worry Curtiss. If Alexa's there, we will get her, out safe as houses." Catherine said before pulling a piece of black fabric over the bottom part of her face and jumping up off the deck onto the roof.
"I know your sister's trying to reassure me," Curtiss told Elizabeth as she walked out to the deck. "But I know enough about the dangers you face to know she can't make any guarantees."
"Then you also know that with how good my sister is at her job…" Elizabeth replied as she threw the hood of her crimson trench coat over her head and summoned her bow. "Her words are as close as you can get to one." With those words, she too disappeared onto the roof top.
Once there, she had no problem finding her sister, who ducking behind the peeks of a roof halfway down the block, even in the dim evening light. For all the troubles that came with being the host of Sekhmet, it also came with more than a few perks, night vision being one of the more useful ones.
"How many?" She whispered, kneeling next to her younger sibling.
"Eleven hostiles total." Came Catherine's hushed reply. "Ten on the ground surrounding Alexa with an archer prowling the roof lines."
"I'll take care of him then." Elizabeth said, notching an arrow in her bow only to have her sister grab her arm.
"No, you take the foot soldiers." Catherine said as loudly as she dared. "That archer's a host…"
"You sure?" Elizabeth asked, herself feeling a very dark, and eerily familiar presence on the other side of the series of backyards separating the three.
"Yes." Catherine replied, a worried look inhabiting the golden cats eyes that had replaced her normal blue human ones. "The foot soldiers are just minions of Hel, but there is something different about the archer. He's going to be difficult for either of us to take down quickly, and we both know you can't risk relying on Sekhmet's power for too long with losing control of her."
"Fine." Elizabeth grumbled. She didn't like the idea of her sister taking on another host solo, even if she had plenty of experience doing so. At the same time though, she knew Catherine was right about Sekhmet's unruliness in battle, which in this urban setting could be disastrous. "You go deal with the big shot and…" Elizabeth began, only realizing half way though that her sister had already vanished.
"I hate it when she does that…" Elizabeth growled as she peeked her head over the roofline. Down below she could see Alexa, clearly already injured, fighting for her life. She'd taken down one of the undead, but Elizabeth could tell her wounds were beginning to add up.
Not only does your sister deny us our blood… A voice roared inside her head. But she also puts this girl's life at risk. We should end this now.
My sister and Bast know what they're doing, Sekhmet. She mentally replied. You will get your fill soon enough. She still worried though, especially after Alexa went flying into the wall from an arrow strike.
"You want to know the truth?" The archer said, no longer seeing Alexa as a threat. "You weren't my intended target. No, I was hoping to bag much bigger prey than you. I mean, taking a godling out of play is always a good thing, but knocking off two of the Sinclairs…" You see him shake his head. "They would have been the greatest prey I had ever taken down."
Good, he's monologuing. Catherine will love that. Elizabeth thought, knowing her sisters pragmatic approach for dealing with enemy's stupid enough to spend more time talking rather than fighting. I wonder how smug he'd be if he knew how close his 'prey' actually was.
"Now I was hoping to keep you alive until they showed up to help you, but seeing as their no-shows…" the archer continued, one of his minions getting ready to finish the job. "I'm going to have to speed this up. Just wanted to say, it's nothing personal kid."
Unable to wait any longer, Elizabeth let her arrow loose. The minion fell to the earth dead, his sword burying itself in the ground next to the semi-conscious Alexa.
"I was wondering when you'd show up." The archer said.
"Well," Elizabeth replied, spotting Catherine approaching the archer from behind. "Unlike you kids I understand the value of patience and theatrics. Now surrender, and I'll consider sparing you."
"Funny…" The archer said. "Your friends in Cairo and Russia said the same thing."
Elizabeth had to stop herself from burying her entire quiver in the man as the words hit her, as they'd been looking the entire world over for the culprit of those attacks that had killed several of her friends.
"Let me rephrase that then." She said as she watched Catherine leap into the air, intent on taking the man's head off with one clean blow. "Surrender now, and we'll grant you a quick death."
Maybe it was her shadow in the moonlight, or her target having superhuman senses, but either way the archer seemed to know she was coming. Turning around with inhuman speed, he let loose an arrow. While Catherine easily avoided it, her own attack was foiled by the need to dodge the arrow.
This fight wasn't Elizabeth's concern though. Quickly dropping three more of the minions from the roof top, she leapt from the roofline to the ground below killing an addition two with midair shots as she did so.
Putting herself between the three-remaining undead and the semi-conscious Alexa, Elizabeth slammed her bow into the first attacker, spinning him around before firing an arrow through his neck into a second assailant.
The last one, a chainmail-clad Viking wielding a pair of axes proves the hardest yet to kill. Deflecting the first two shots by Elizabeth, he hurled one of the axes at her, forcing her into close quarters combat as he follows the blade towards her. Elizabeth barely had time to dodge the axe, let alone the shoulder charge that knocked her back into the fence.
Elizabeth fought back with all her strength. She sent her elbow into the man's throat, driving him back with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground a dozen feet away. Before he could get up, over a dozen arrows sprouted from his chest in short order. Elizabeth's crimson eyes carefully watched his corpse as it sank back into the ground.
Glancing up at the rooftop just in time to see the archer fleeing the scene, a very infuriated Catherine in hot pursuit, Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to help chase him down and skin him alive for what he'd done. But she knew Alexa needed her even more.
"Don't worry lass," She said, her eyes slowly turning back to their natural blue hue as she picked the broken girl up in her arms. "You'll be right as rain soon."
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Alexa
It's weird waking up from a near death experience…
"Morning Alexa. How are you feeling?"
Especially when you wake up from it in a room that isn't yours, with a girl you just met last night acting as a nurse…
How do you respond? (write-in)
Elizabeth just shrugged. "This is a perfectly normal reaction for someone in her situation Curtiss. I had a similar response when I first discovered that I was the host of Sekhmet." She threw her dad a playful smirk. "Though the language I used might have been a bit more colorful."
"And what about Skittles up there?" Curtiss asks, using the nickname Nicole had used for Catherine, who's busy giving Alexa's room a once over after getting permission from her father. It was something she did with most new recruits as a way to understand why a deity would pick them.
"Catherine's childhood was very different from the one Henry and I experienced." Liz replied. "With us, Alastair and our mother still held the hope that we would get to live normal lives. When Catherine was born a hundred years later, they took the fact that both Henry and myself were hosts to mean that any child of theirs was destined to become so as well."
"Definitely explains her social skills." Curtiss remarked, referring to the rather blunt way she'd introduced Nichole to him all those years ago.
"Well," Elizabeth said. "When your closest friends are more focused on teaching you how to survive, and you've spent more time in warzones by the age of 25 than most career soldiers, learning to play well with others tends to take a back seat to combat skills. As my brother always joked, I was the perfect sister, and she was the perfect soldier. Though she's improved quite a bit since you last saw her."
"I'm sure my wife setting her up with a boyfriend had a part to play in that." Curtiss says with a smile.
"If by 'set up'," Liz said. "You mean when she got sick of Catherine getting cold feet every time she went to ask said boy out and decided to return the favor by dragging Catherine to him before planting her to the ground with tree roots, then yes."
"So are those two still together?"
"Yes." Catherine replies as she walks down the stairs to join the three sitting at the table. "We've been… seeing each other for five years now."
"Sounds about time for a ring." Curtiss replies with a chuckle, causing the normally stoic Catherine to become a blubbering fool as she tried to lie. "E-E-Eric and I feel te time isn't ri-we have more pressing dutie-SHUT UP!" Liz couldn't help but giggle, both at her sister's utter inability to lie and the fact that she knew what Eric was planning for her birthday.
"So, what do you think of our new recruit?" Liz asked, trying to help Catherine regain her composure.
"I can see why Lady Athena chose her." Catherine replies. "Valedictorian, as close to perfect marks as you can get. I have no doubt she would have excelled at UCLA. Nichole must have been so proud."
"She was." Curtiss replies. "I'm surprised she hasn't spent the last few months showing the photos she took at the graduation ceremony to everyone."
Both Catherine and Liz began to reply with a smirk that, yes, she has been bragging about her daughter nonstop for the past month when the radio scanner Curtiss has in the kitchen jumps to life with reports of a terrorist attack.
"That's the bookstore Lex likes to go to." Curtiss began, getting up from his chair and moving over to a desk in the hall way.
"Curtiss." Alastair said, putting a hand on the cop's shoulder. "If this attack is directed at your daughter, whatever is responsible will be well beyond the ability for you and any other responding officers to handle."
"But.." Curtiss tried to reply before realizing Allister was right.
"Let Catherine and Elizabeth scout the area first." He adds, nodding to his two daughters as they retrieved their coats and made their way to the back door.
"Don't worry Curtiss. If Alexa's there, we will get her, out safe as houses." Catherine said before pulling a piece of black fabric over the bottom part of her face and jumping up off the deck onto the roof.
"I know your sister's trying to reassure me," Curtiss told Elizabeth as she walked out to the deck. "But I know enough about the dangers you face to know she can't make any guarantees."
"Then you also know that with how good my sister is at her job…" Elizabeth replied as she threw the hood of her crimson trench coat over her head and summoned her bow. "Her words are as close as you can get to one." With those words, she too disappeared onto the roof top.
Once there, she had no problem finding her sister, who ducking behind the peeks of a roof halfway down the block, even in the dim evening light. For all the troubles that came with being the host of Sekhmet, it also came with more than a few perks, night vision being one of the more useful ones.
"How many?" She whispered, kneeling next to her younger sibling.
"Eleven hostiles total." Came Catherine's hushed reply. "Ten on the ground surrounding Alexa with an archer prowling the roof lines."
"I'll take care of him then." Elizabeth said, notching an arrow in her bow only to have her sister grab her arm.
"No, you take the foot soldiers." Catherine said as loudly as she dared. "That archer's a host…"
"You sure?" Elizabeth asked, herself feeling a very dark, and eerily familiar presence on the other side of the series of backyards separating the three.
"Yes." Catherine replied, a worried look inhabiting the golden cats eyes that had replaced her normal blue human ones. "The foot soldiers are just minions of Hel, but there is something different about the archer. He's going to be difficult for either of us to take down quickly, and we both know you can't risk relying on Sekhmet's power for too long with losing control of her."
"Fine." Elizabeth grumbled. She didn't like the idea of her sister taking on another host solo, even if she had plenty of experience doing so. At the same time though, she knew Catherine was right about Sekhmet's unruliness in battle, which in this urban setting could be disastrous. "You go deal with the big shot and…" Elizabeth began, only realizing half way though that her sister had already vanished.
"I hate it when she does that…" Elizabeth growled as she peeked her head over the roofline. Down below she could see Alexa, clearly already injured, fighting for her life. She'd taken down one of the undead, but Elizabeth could tell her wounds were beginning to add up.
Not only does your sister deny us our blood… A voice roared inside her head. But she also puts this girl's life at risk. We should end this now.
My sister and Bast know what they're doing, Sekhmet. She mentally replied. You will get your fill soon enough. She still worried though, especially after Alexa went flying into the wall from an arrow strike.
"You want to know the truth?" The archer said, no longer seeing Alexa as a threat. "You weren't my intended target. No, I was hoping to bag much bigger prey than you. I mean, taking a godling out of play is always a good thing, but knocking off two of the Sinclairs…" You see him shake his head. "They would have been the greatest prey I had ever taken down."
Good, he's monologuing. Catherine will love that. Elizabeth thought, knowing her sisters pragmatic approach for dealing with enemy's stupid enough to spend more time talking rather than fighting. I wonder how smug he'd be if he knew how close his 'prey' actually was.
"Now I was hoping to keep you alive until they showed up to help you, but seeing as their no-shows…" the archer continued, one of his minions getting ready to finish the job. "I'm going to have to speed this up. Just wanted to say, it's nothing personal kid."
Unable to wait any longer, Elizabeth let her arrow loose. The minion fell to the earth dead, his sword burying itself in the ground next to the semi-conscious Alexa.
"I was wondering when you'd show up." The archer said.
"Well," Elizabeth replied, spotting Catherine approaching the archer from behind. "Unlike you kids I understand the value of patience and theatrics. Now surrender, and I'll consider sparing you."
"Funny…" The archer said. "Your friends in Cairo and Russia said the same thing."
Elizabeth had to stop herself from burying her entire quiver in the man as the words hit her, as they'd been looking the entire world over for the culprit of those attacks that had killed several of her friends.
"Let me rephrase that then." She said as she watched Catherine leap into the air, intent on taking the man's head off with one clean blow. "Surrender now, and we'll grant you a quick death."
Maybe it was her shadow in the moonlight, or her target having superhuman senses, but either way the archer seemed to know she was coming. Turning around with inhuman speed, he let loose an arrow. While Catherine easily avoided it, her own attack was foiled by the need to dodge the arrow.
This fight wasn't Elizabeth's concern though. Quickly dropping three more of the minions from the roof top, she leapt from the roofline to the ground below killing an addition two with midair shots as she did so.
Putting herself between the three-remaining undead and the semi-conscious Alexa, Elizabeth slammed her bow into the first attacker, spinning him around before firing an arrow through his neck into a second assailant.
The last one, a chainmail-clad Viking wielding a pair of axes proves the hardest yet to kill. Deflecting the first two shots by Elizabeth, he hurled one of the axes at her, forcing her into close quarters combat as he follows the blade towards her. Elizabeth barely had time to dodge the axe, let alone the shoulder charge that knocked her back into the fence.
Elizabeth fought back with all her strength. She sent her elbow into the man's throat, driving him back with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground a dozen feet away. Before he could get up, over a dozen arrows sprouted from his chest in short order. Elizabeth's crimson eyes carefully watched his corpse as it sank back into the ground.
Glancing up at the rooftop just in time to see the archer fleeing the scene, a very infuriated Catherine in hot pursuit, Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to help chase him down and skin him alive for what he'd done. But she knew Alexa needed her even more.
"Don't worry lass," She said, her eyes slowly turning back to their natural blue hue as she picked the broken girl up in her arms. "You'll be right as rain soon."
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Alexa
It's weird waking up from a near death experience…
"Morning Alexa. How are you feeling?"
Especially when you wake up from it in a room that isn't yours, with a girl you just met last night acting as a nurse…
How do you respond? (write-in)
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X]Like I got punched in the everything by a very angry Minnesota Vikings fan.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
honestly going to have to veto this as funny as it sounds. Alexa's in pretty good shape right now. Remember that Sekhmet's also the Egyptian goddess of healing as well as killing.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
A few typos here and there, but this one had me giggle.
[x] Is this how life is going to be from now on?
-[x] I want to see dad.
Cue Alexa waking up with Sinclair for a nurse.
[x] Is this how life is going to be from now on?
-[x] I want to see dad.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[x] Is this how life is going to be from now on?
-[x] I want to see dad.
-[x] I want to see dad.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Elizabeth: "I prefer the term combat medic, thank you very much."
ConfusedPotato
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[X] Well this sucks.
-[X] No, not the you healing me and me being alive thing, but the randomly get attacked on the street thing.
--[X] Is this how life is going to be from now on?
---[X] I want to see dad.
-[X] No, not the you healing me and me being alive thing, but the randomly get attacked on the street thing.
--[X] Is this how life is going to be from now on?
---[X] I want to see dad.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
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- NY
Just to make things clear, I'm going to be counting these two options together since ones just building of the other.
so any guess on the mystery archer?
so any guess on the mystery archer?
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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Apollo, Artemis, Agilaz/Egil, Skaði, or Ullr.
Part 8: Rise and Shine
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
"Well this sucks." You grumble while sitting up… Something you're damn well sure you shouldn't be able to do. You know you at least separated your shoulder when that archer first attacked you, and you're willing to put money on a few cracked ribs, lacerations, and other wounds in the ensuing battle. By all accounts, you should be bedridden if not worse, yet you the best you've been in days.
"You're welcome." Elizabeth says as you notice your current state of well being.
"How did you…" You ask, knowing the answer probably revolves around magical bullshit.
"Sekhmet, aside from her role as an Egyptian goddess of war, was also the Egyptian goddess of healing." Yesterday, you would have called bullshit to her explanation of 'ancient gods', but after last night's attack…
"Thanks." You reply. "And when I said this sucks, I didn't mean you healing me. I meant having my entire world turned upside down, finding out gods exist, getting attacked and nearly killed, and waking up here… Where exactly is here, by the way?"
"Upstate New York." Elizabeth replies. "The Adirondack mountains. We couldn't bring you to a Buffalo Hospital as your wounds would bring about unwanted questions. It was far easier to bring you to our house here and have me heal your wounds."
"So is this going to be my life from now on?" You ask her.
"Yes, unfortunately." Elizabeth says. "Though hopefully we can train you to a point where you fair better in combat."
"And if I say screw it and want to head back home to a normal life?"
"Than you're dooming both yourself and your father to grisly deaths." Elizabeth responds. "I don't mean this as a threat, but just because you want no part of this war doesn't mean the forces of chaos will stop hunting you. You barely survived with the help of myself and my sister, what chance do you give yourself of surviving the next time they show up and we're not around?"
You know she's right, a fact that Athena takes great pride in while adding her own remarks about duty, family, and other high-minded stuff. "Speaking of my dad. What are the chances of me seeing him?"
"Not very good right now I'm afraid." Elizabeth replies, causing your shoulders to slump. "When I stopped by your house to grab the bag he had packed for you, he was just heading out the door himself. It seems that attack last night has brought the usual federal circus to your home town, and the BPD called just about everyone in. Not that they're going to catch anyone or anything." She adds with a smirk. "He said he'd call you later, and we'll need to stop back there at some point this week to pick up the rest of your things.
"Now why don't I give you a minute to change." She says as she heads to the door. "I highly doubt you want to go to breakfast in one of my old night gowns…"
"Yeah," You admit getting out of the bed. "I take it my clothes from last night are toast?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Between the blood, damage from the battle, and my need to actually see your wounds to treat them, there's not much left." With that she leaves the room, giving you some privacy while you change.
Looking over your body, you really had to hand it to Elizabeth. There's only the faintest of bruises to denote the fact that you were launched through a plate glass window and fought a horde of undead swordsmen. You make a mental note to get her something when you stop by your house as a thank-you gift.
Emerging from the room a few minutes later, dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, you see Elizabeth waiting just outside your door.
"I have to make a quick detour to the training center to pick up my sister. Do you want to come with me or would you rather just have me give you directions to the dinning room?"
[] I think I'll stick with you.
[] Which way to the dining room?
"You're welcome." Elizabeth says as you notice your current state of well being.
"How did you…" You ask, knowing the answer probably revolves around magical bullshit.
"Sekhmet, aside from her role as an Egyptian goddess of war, was also the Egyptian goddess of healing." Yesterday, you would have called bullshit to her explanation of 'ancient gods', but after last night's attack…
"Thanks." You reply. "And when I said this sucks, I didn't mean you healing me. I meant having my entire world turned upside down, finding out gods exist, getting attacked and nearly killed, and waking up here… Where exactly is here, by the way?"
"Upstate New York." Elizabeth replies. "The Adirondack mountains. We couldn't bring you to a Buffalo Hospital as your wounds would bring about unwanted questions. It was far easier to bring you to our house here and have me heal your wounds."
"So is this going to be my life from now on?" You ask her.
"Yes, unfortunately." Elizabeth says. "Though hopefully we can train you to a point where you fair better in combat."
"And if I say screw it and want to head back home to a normal life?"
"Than you're dooming both yourself and your father to grisly deaths." Elizabeth responds. "I don't mean this as a threat, but just because you want no part of this war doesn't mean the forces of chaos will stop hunting you. You barely survived with the help of myself and my sister, what chance do you give yourself of surviving the next time they show up and we're not around?"
You know she's right, a fact that Athena takes great pride in while adding her own remarks about duty, family, and other high-minded stuff. "Speaking of my dad. What are the chances of me seeing him?"
"Not very good right now I'm afraid." Elizabeth replies, causing your shoulders to slump. "When I stopped by your house to grab the bag he had packed for you, he was just heading out the door himself. It seems that attack last night has brought the usual federal circus to your home town, and the BPD called just about everyone in. Not that they're going to catch anyone or anything." She adds with a smirk. "He said he'd call you later, and we'll need to stop back there at some point this week to pick up the rest of your things.
"Now why don't I give you a minute to change." She says as she heads to the door. "I highly doubt you want to go to breakfast in one of my old night gowns…"
"Yeah," You admit getting out of the bed. "I take it my clothes from last night are toast?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Between the blood, damage from the battle, and my need to actually see your wounds to treat them, there's not much left." With that she leaves the room, giving you some privacy while you change.
Looking over your body, you really had to hand it to Elizabeth. There's only the faintest of bruises to denote the fact that you were launched through a plate glass window and fought a horde of undead swordsmen. You make a mental note to get her something when you stop by your house as a thank-you gift.
Emerging from the room a few minutes later, dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, you see Elizabeth waiting just outside your door.
"I have to make a quick detour to the training center to pick up my sister. Do you want to come with me or would you rather just have me give you directions to the dinning room?"
[] I think I'll stick with you.
[] Which way to the dining room?
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Jeboboid
Draconic GM
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- United Kingdom
[X] Which way to the dining room?
I think at this point, I would have a few choice words to say to Athena, because if I were thrown against my will into a life I honestly didn't want, I'd definitely make the one responsible suffer at least a little verbal abuse for it.
I think at this point, I would have a few choice words to say to Athena, because if I were thrown against my will into a life I honestly didn't want, I'd definitely make the one responsible suffer at least a little verbal abuse for it.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Alexa probably will too, its more the last parts of her sanity waiting until she's completely alone to do so...
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Part 9
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Your stomach growls, happily reminding you that you haven't eaten anything in the last... You don't even know how many hours.
Fifteen. Athena replies, apparently reading your thoughts. It's a little after nine o'clock AM Eastern Standard Time.
You're not going to make a habit of that are you? You ask her. Or is this getting added to my list?
"What list?
The list of things you've done to piss me off. You reply. You know... choosing to ruin my life by dropping me into some endless war...
That determines the fate of the world...
Placing me into mortal danger...
Had you decided to stay with the Sinclairs, you would have been fine.
Your mental argument is interrupted by Elizabeth giggling. "Setting some ground rules, are we?"
"'How did you-" You gape.
"I did the same thing when Sekhmet first contacted me. You'll get use to this in time." She says. "Well most of it at least."
"So, which way to the dining room?" You ask.
"Take the stairs at the end of the hall." Elizabeth replies. "The dining hall should be the first doorway when you get to the bottom of them. I'll join you in a few minutes after I have a brief..." She bites her lip as if trying to find the right words. "Discussion with my sister about last nights events."
"Thanks." You say making your way to some much needed sustenance.
You make it half way down the stairs when you're confronted by one of your new friends. Right off the bat you can tell he's a real cowboy. Not in the 'screw the rules' kind but rather the 'taken straight from a John Wayne film' kind, right down to the brown Stetson on his head and twin revolvers on his hips.
"Mornin' little lady." He says. "Good to see you're up and walking."
"As much as I don't want to be." You mutter.
"Rough couple of hours, right." He says with a smirk. "Could be worse though."
"What could be worse than being attacked by some super powered archer after finding out a Greek goddess is inhabiting your mind?" You reply, walking down the stairs.
"How about having a group of bank robbers ride into town the same day a Greek god inhabits the minds of both yourself and your twin sister, and only finding out about the last part after they've shot the place to hell." Comes the reply. "Colin McCoy, host of Apollo. Originally from Northfield, Minnesota."
"Alexa Myers." You say shaking his hand. "And that does sound like a bad day."
"Was a worse one for the James-Younger Gang." He replies. You stare at him for a second, dumb founded. Surely he can't be over a hundred and fifty years old.... "You probably want some grub now, right?"
You nod before entering the dining room, where you immediately stop in your tracks upon laying eyes to the buffet spread across the table. Without missing a beat, you grab a plate and begin piling as much food as you can fit on it.
"Quite the appetite you have there." A voice says, causing to look up at the girl sitting across the table from you. The first words that enter your mind when you see her are 'Ice Queen', followed by 'Elsa cosplayer', given her porcelain skin, snow white hair, and light blue eyes that stare at you like she's figuring out how big of a threat you are to her. "Christina Collins," She says in a thick Irish brogue. "Host of Cailleach Bheur."
[] So how did you two get roped into this crazy train?
[]I don't suppose you can tell me what the hell happened last night?
[] Write-in.
Fifteen. Athena replies, apparently reading your thoughts. It's a little after nine o'clock AM Eastern Standard Time.
You're not going to make a habit of that are you? You ask her. Or is this getting added to my list?
"What list?
The list of things you've done to piss me off. You reply. You know... choosing to ruin my life by dropping me into some endless war...
That determines the fate of the world...
Placing me into mortal danger...
Had you decided to stay with the Sinclairs, you would have been fine.
Your mental argument is interrupted by Elizabeth giggling. "Setting some ground rules, are we?"
"'How did you-" You gape.
"I did the same thing when Sekhmet first contacted me. You'll get use to this in time." She says. "Well most of it at least."
"So, which way to the dining room?" You ask.
"Take the stairs at the end of the hall." Elizabeth replies. "The dining hall should be the first doorway when you get to the bottom of them. I'll join you in a few minutes after I have a brief..." She bites her lip as if trying to find the right words. "Discussion with my sister about last nights events."
"Thanks." You say making your way to some much needed sustenance.
You make it half way down the stairs when you're confronted by one of your new friends. Right off the bat you can tell he's a real cowboy. Not in the 'screw the rules' kind but rather the 'taken straight from a John Wayne film' kind, right down to the brown Stetson on his head and twin revolvers on his hips.
"Mornin' little lady." He says. "Good to see you're up and walking."
"As much as I don't want to be." You mutter.
"Rough couple of hours, right." He says with a smirk. "Could be worse though."
"What could be worse than being attacked by some super powered archer after finding out a Greek goddess is inhabiting your mind?" You reply, walking down the stairs.
"How about having a group of bank robbers ride into town the same day a Greek god inhabits the minds of both yourself and your twin sister, and only finding out about the last part after they've shot the place to hell." Comes the reply. "Colin McCoy, host of Apollo. Originally from Northfield, Minnesota."
"Alexa Myers." You say shaking his hand. "And that does sound like a bad day."
"Was a worse one for the James-Younger Gang." He replies. You stare at him for a second, dumb founded. Surely he can't be over a hundred and fifty years old.... "You probably want some grub now, right?"
You nod before entering the dining room, where you immediately stop in your tracks upon laying eyes to the buffet spread across the table. Without missing a beat, you grab a plate and begin piling as much food as you can fit on it.
"Quite the appetite you have there." A voice says, causing to look up at the girl sitting across the table from you. The first words that enter your mind when you see her are 'Ice Queen', followed by 'Elsa cosplayer', given her porcelain skin, snow white hair, and light blue eyes that stare at you like she's figuring out how big of a threat you are to her. "Christina Collins," She says in a thick Irish brogue. "Host of Cailleach Bheur."
[] So how did you two get roped into this crazy train?
[]I don't suppose you can tell me what the hell happened last night?
[] Write-in.
