[center][h2][color=lightsteelblue]Altera
Shinto Town[/color][/h2]
[@Paradox Witch][@ReallyDumb][/center]

Altera was displeased to say the least. An emotion she is unfamiliar with, like all emotions. To be denied her opportunity to destroy Rome, to destroy that accursed civilization. It was infuriating. Not that it showed on her face, her expression was as blank as ever. She needed something to destroy so she could satisfy that impulse, she needed something to destroy. Altera was a machine made to kill, the idea of doing anything but killing to satisfy the impulse to destroy never even crossed her mind, it couldn't.

All she could do was destroy, thus she had come here in search of something to destroy. At least that was what she had come to do initially. Something had caught her attention, something that she felt was important but did not know why. A flyer on a wall, advertising a bar. Somewhere where people would go to drink alcohol and become intoxicated. The men of the Hun army had done it many times, but she had never indulged in the practice. She only ate what was necessary to stay alive, the most basic of foods and drinks. Flavor and enjoyment had never mattered to her, so why would she consume a drink that's only purpose was to make people feel happy? However the words on the flyer were what mattered, not the bar itself. "White Titan." The best drinks since the White Titan descended on the misbegotten work of the gods. Those words, they felt so important. White Titan. It was like something at the back of her mind, something long forgotten that clawed at the surface and struggled to break free.

Before she had even realized it, she was there. She had walked to the bar without even thinking about it, it was important. Altera stood in front of Pelion's Pub and stared at the door with yet another emotion she hadn't felt before. Anxiety. These emotions, she had never felt them in life, so why did she feel them now? It was uncomfortable in a way she could not deal with, she wished she could simply shunt them to the side and call upon Mars's wrath to wipe this civilization off of the face of the earth. Yet she could not. So she walked up to the door and reached for the handle. But something told her not to open the door quite yet. She stopped as she noted the things around the door. Alcohol and a warning sign.

It was quite strange that the establishment would give out free alcohol before you even stepped foot inside. She picked up a bottle and quickly downed it, wondering if she was now intoxicated enough to enter. She was not sure, perhaps she should wait for further instruction. No, hesitation was the enemy. Hesitation is bad civilization, she needed to go in now. A stern look was on her face now, she clenched the flyer in her hand and the bottle of alcohol in her other and went inside. The first thing she noticed was the miserable looking man with no hands. A Servant, drinking his sorrows away. Bad civilization, it would get him absolutely nowhere. The next thing she noticed was the bartender, serving the miserable man drinks.

Altera stepped up to the bar and sat down, looking around the bar further in hopes of finding the one known as Chiron. [color=lightsteelblue]"I'm looking for the one who wrote this flyer."[/color] She mumbled quietly, staring at the words White Titan with intensity. A few seconds later she realized nobody had heard her, so she spoke up a bit louder. [color=lightsteelblue][b]"I'M LOOKING FOR THE ONE WHO WROTE THIS FLYER!"[/b][/color] She shouted as she slammed a fist on the bar counter, rattling Jack's drink as he attempted to drown his sorrows.

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[center][h2][color=royalblue][b][u]Archer of Lightning[/u][/b][/color][color=2e2c2c]?[/color][/h2]
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Tesla frowned as the young girl delivered her Master's message. He felt bad for her really, he could only imagine how poorly Carly-Beth must treat her to not only send her to a meeting of legends and monsters with no protection, but to have her deliver such a callous message. While he had no doubt that Xerxes wouldn't do anything untoward, if more things like that were said to less rational people, the girl would not live to see the next sunset. Yet another thing was written down in his notepad, before she came in.

Tesla's eyes widened, all of his focus on Shuten as she stumbled in a drunk stupor. The thing that constituted his heart skipped a beat, saddened by how quickly she could forget about him. Not that he could blame her, he had lied to her about who he was. There was no way someone as powerful and beautiful as Shuten could possibly be impressed with plain old Tesla, not when compared to the mighty god of lightning Zeus. It still hurt though, it would likely hurt for a long time. 

Ana spoke for a bit, putting on an impressive show as he impaled himself and drew a mighty spear. Tesla would begrudgingly admit that it was better than the one he had made, his hand withdrawing from his pocket and pulling out a stick the size of a marker. Ana faded away and Tesla smiled, the boy looked quite happy. It's too bad he wouldn't last with Shuten for a week. Regardless, he was happy for her, even if he himself was quite sad. [color=royalblue]"It seems love blossoms in many places today. If you're looking for somewhere to honeymoon, I would suggest Korea. Plenty of Leylines to sustain yourself off of, just until you figure out something more permanent."[/color] Why did he know that? No reason in particular.

[color=royalblue]"Well then, I feel like now would be the best time to get this out of the way since we have reached a suitable break in the conversation."[/color] Tesla held the marker sized rod in between his fingers up to next to Ana's spear of heroes, clicking a small button near the bottom. Suddenly it extended, the blade piercing the ground as lightning arced around it. It was somewhat longer than Ana's, about 8 feet in total, but it was quite clear that Ana's was still better regardless of size. It only made sense, you used the best materials to make the best weapons.

Tesla's was still a work of art to be fair, a beautiful spear of silver with channels of energy randomly appearing and then slowly fading along the shaft like flashes of lightning. The tip of the spear sparked with raw electricity, glowing a bright blue as all energy was concentrated into the polished metal. [color=royalblue]"I wanted to apologize for my part in you losing your spear, thus I spent a night making you this."[/color] He looked at Achilles as he said this, his expression seeming to say "My bad, hope you can forgive me." After that Tesla stepped back next to Xerxes, waiting for the meeting to continue.