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[b][center][color=gray] SMOKEY REVELATIONS[/color]
[color=a187be]SMOKEY REVELATIONS[/color][/center][/b][/center][/h1][/sup]
[right][sub][b]Location:[/b] Random Seattle Bar
[b]Interactions:[/b] [color=54d8a7]Cliodhna[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=5A7B7B]Sekhmet[/color], [color=00CC99]Tlaz[/color], [color=DC143C]Hathor[/color], [color=ED1C24]Ares[/color], [color=40004D]Deimos[/color]
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[color=gray]Isa was hiding in some dark corner of a mediocre at best hole somewhere in the nightlife of Seattle. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the bar. She was scrolling quickly over her phone. The internet was an amazing source of information. In one search she learned more about her father than she had in the last decade. Pieces of the great puzzle began to fall in place. She also found Sekhmet. Her legend explained a lot. Of course, it also showed some potential weaknesses. As for her ‘relative’, there were far too many to be sure of any. Then there was her supposed ‘sister’? That didn’t really make much sense either. Most of his daughters took after their mother. They were kind. That psycho was just deranged.

A glass tapped her half-hidden table. She jolted up. Her right fist was hidden but ready to strike. With wide, dreading eyes she looked straight at the waiter putting down a pink, strawberry cocktail in front of her. Then he just walked away without a care. At least, he would’ve. Isabel took a quick sip from the drink and shook her hand. [color=a187be]“More vodka. Way more vodka.”[/color] She said as she wiggled the glass. The waiter turned around, rolled his eyes, took the glass, and returned to the bar. Isabel returned to scrolling through her phone.

[color=54d8a7]“You nearly knocked him out, didn’t you?”[/color]

Isabel looked up again. She had barely heard the one other chair on her table move. Was she getting this tired? A woman, a blonde, sat down at her table with a cheery smile. Clearly, she did not have the same shit day as Isabel. Or perhaps she was hiding it better. Why else would she be in a spilled-beer smelling hole like this at 3 am? Isabel didn’t particularly care. She just looked down again at her phone. People quickly took the hint generally.

[color=54d8a7]“You’re Markov’s kid, aren’t you?”[/color]

[color=a187be]“What do you know about my dad?”[/color] Isabel snapped the words in an instant. Anyone who knew him seemed to know more than she did. Why would she throw away an opportunity like this?

A faint smile crept over Clio’s lips. Words could so easily spin a spider’s trap for mortals these days. The more high-strung they were, the faster they’d run straight into them. [color=54d8a7]“I met him, a few times.”[/color] She said as she absent-mindedly circled a finger over her half-full beer. [color=54d8a7]“In the nineties… and the seventies… and earlier.”[/color] For a second she flashed a knowing smile at Isabel.

[color=a187be]“You… know who he really is?”[/color] Isabel leaned forward. She still felt guarded. Who was this random stranger that approached her like this? A friend of her father's? Family? A sibling? Something else. She tried to look at her eyes, to see if they had a resemblance to the crazy girl in the hotel room. But it was far too dark for that.

[color=54d8a7]“Do you?”[/color] Clio whispered back.

Isabel leaned back again, immediately realizing what she had walked into. She had seen – and sprung – her fair share of traps in a courtroom. This was exactly the kind of thing she’d use. Something to bait a victim into revealing their own information. Still, she couldn’t let the bait go completely. There was something here for sure.

[color=54d8a7]“You really are his kid. He used to be as guarded as you are. Wouldn’t even let his own heart in. At least, until recently I heard.”[/color] Again Clio shot another smirk at Isabel as she produced a carton of cigs. She pulled one out for herself, then offered Isabel one. The raven-haired girl waved her hand. A small flame lit up the woman’s face up for a second. Isabel squinted just a little bit. She could swear she recognized her from somewhere.

[color=a187be]“So which one are you?”[/color] Isabel asked brusquely as she leaned back in her chair. [color=a187be]“Why are you here? Talking to me?”[/color]

The woman just smiled for a second, before taking another drag from her cigarette. The crappy music playing in the background didn’t help the tension. Most of Isabel’s encounters with the divine ended with her getting wounded. She should get some sort of weapon to defend herself. It was clear that the gods were vengeful bastards. Perhaps this woman was one as well, just with a different kind of sadism. She loved toying with people. That much was obvious. Isabel refused to be her puppet though.

[color=54d8a7]“I need you to send your father a message.”[/color]

[color=a187be]“We’re not speaking terms.”[/color] Isabel snapped quickly.

[color=54d8a7]“Of course not.”[/color] The blonde scoffed as she exhaled the smoke. [color=54d8a7]“But you’re his child. You’ll talk to him, sooner than you think too.”[/color]

The way she said it was so confident that Isabel had a hard time doubting it. [color=a187be]“What’s in it for me?”[/color] She wasn’t about to do some random goddess any favors out of the good of her heart right now. If she was going to do something, she wanted something in return.

[color=54d8a7]“Clever.”[/color] The blonde remarked as she leaned in closer.[color=54d8a7] “What do you want to know?”[/color] She whispered with an almost seductive voice.

[color=a187be]“Who’s Lali.”[/color] Isabel immediately asked.

[color=54d8a7]“You want to know who you pissed off at the Jaguar?”[/color] The blonde gave Isabel a teasing yet dangerous smile. 

She knew what happened. It had only transpired a few hours ago. Even though Isabel felt like she had gone through a tough week, she still knew that factually not that much time had passed. Yet somehow this woman knew what happened at the bar at the start of the night.

[color=54d8a7]“Her full name is Tlazōlteōtl and I’ll save you a search as well. She’s the Aztec goddess of filth and sin.”[/color]

Isabel felt immediate frustration boiling her blood. This was the woman her father wanted to get together with!? A goddess of filth and sin? Someone who ruled over worms and excrement. She would never have it. It wouldn’t happen. Her father would be done with a woman like that so quickly.

[color=54d8a7]“And now for my message.”[/color]

The raven-haired girl let out a sigh as she calmed herself down. Then just waved her hand to let the woman continue.

[color=54d8a7]“Tell Ares that Clio hasn’t forgotten about the debt he owes her.”[/color] The blonde said with a vixen smile. [color=54d8a7]“He’ll know what that means.”[/color] Then she got up and grabbed her glass. A half-burned cigarette lay in the ashtray. The embers were still burning. A thin strand of smoke rose up. Her hand touched Isabel’s shoulder as she looked down at the girl. [color=54d8a7]“It was nice seeing you again, Isabel.”[/color] With those words said she walked away.

Leaving Isabel alone, and questioning when the hell she had met the woman before.[/color]