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[center]Child of Hecate	*	Bar
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When no one was looking at him in favor of their drinks, their next hookups for the night, or the floor after their last drink was a bit too much, Azariah slipped away from the bar. Out into the cold in a male form, he was ready stay in bed this time and get to know things better tomorrow. He’d gone light on the drinks, where everyone else would be strung out with a migraine that would give angels pause. That, or they’d sleep till the later half of the day from the trip here. By morning, Azariah would be wide awake and ready to do… Something. What, exactly, he wasn't sure. The rumors around this place were that the gods had designs for them, and that involved a gathering here in preparation.

Gods were fickle creatures.

Finding his way back to the cabin he chose, Azariah grabbed the Staff of Control by the front door and started putting things up for the day; He'd left here in a hurry after his little meeting with Chariselle. He liked to carry most of his magical bits and bobs and whatnots on his person. Small stones of strange colors, with fibers of something or another woven like nets around them with tokens hanging off of them. His Familiar Charms. Each one summoned some kind of creature that had their own tricks. Azariah didn't use them often, but they'd likely come in handy. He began laying them out, removing them from his neck and wrists.

A red stone with feathers knotted together, for a brusque harpy. A green stone with a perfectly preserved sprig of pine, to summon a clever dryad. An opalescent blue, for a siren. And then came all the other little trinkets he hoped to one day enchant into something truly magical. A ring from a boy back home who he robbed out of vindication years back, a marble he found in a ditch... A piece of bone from an animal he couldn't make heads or tails of. Around his neck was a silver chain, with various pendants from rich people he knotted to it with threads from the shirt of a woman's favorite shirt who called him ugly when he was a she.

And then he sat the staff across from it all. His arsenal of wicked witchery.

Then, he went to bed.

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[center]Child of Apollo	*	Bar
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[color=87E3FF]"So... This is new."[/color]

Four walls and a roof, and they hadn't even been ran off yet. 

Marlen came back when it started to get really dark around camp. There were lights here or there, but experience told them that darkness meant cold, and cold wasn’t good for living longer. It was a habit of theirs to bunk down by the time dusk hit, unless they were on the run from something or struggling to find a place for the night; They never slept in the same place twice, they risked a few things doing that in a country with so many guns.

They weren’t used to actually staying longer than a nap. And now they had a whole [i]cabin[/i] all to themselves. 

[color=87E3FF]”Pretty warm in here. Guess you weren’t kidding, old man…”[/color] Marlen stared up ay a blank ceiling, it was pitch black beyond the lights outside in the distance. There were no noised of a city, no wild animals in the corner of the room that Marlen had an unspoken truce with, no rain keeping then awake… It was [i]normal[/i] here. About as normal as was possible for a bunch of magic half-humans. Like the days back when Marlen wasn't [i]Marlen[/i] and they still actually had a family to live with. Now they'd have to actually stay in place, but at least they could take a damn shower without jumping into rivers or standing in the rain.

Marlen closed their eyes and held an arm out in front of them, sitting up and holding a guitar when they opened them again. Quietly, they started playing a [url=https://youtu.be/Wgf_Kyo96Lk?si=3BHSzVTydwWzFLf7]tune[/url] that fit the mood. They were wondering about a lot of things since Apollo first reared his head after all those years. If Marlen was a demigod, were either of their human parents demigods too? Why hadn't they ever crossed paths with a demigod of Poseidon whenever they were someplace coastal? Or the man himself?

Why hadn't Marlen been summoned sooner, if so many of their kind were here this long?

Why were they [i]here,[/i] in the middle of nowhere and not up on a mountain or something?

And what the hell did the gods even [i]want[/i] with them?

There was tomorrow, another day to figure it all out. Maybe the gods were going to come down from wherever they were personally, and start giving a speech. Did they even have real bodies, or were they just nebulous [i]things?[/i]

They weren't getting much sleep tonight at this rate.