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Unbeknownst to the citizens of Earth, chaos is brewing. So far, several successors of the Greek Gods have been Awakened, but there are still just a few more before their adventure can truly begin. Fortunately for these last few, they shall be aided by the already Awakened successors - a luxury (if one could call it that) that said successors did not get. At least they'll get a travelling companion as they make their way over to Central Park, NYC.


Lara Kairos

Successor of Persephone | Loc: Office | Tags: Open


    Friday, 2pm. The office was getting ready to leave, if they hadn't already snuck out extra early. Lara still had a bit of work to finish up. Well, an application for a wildlife reserve that she'd been trying to complete all day. Shocker that she was expected to do her job while she was at work. Mainly taking and transferring calls, or being lumped with photocopying or faxing documents. No one stuck by her desk long enough to see her computer screen, though she'd switch tabs, just in case. It was exhausting being nice to people that didn't quite seem to care, and her smile dropped as soon as the last person left the office. Security was still on site, elsewhere in the building, and the cleaners would be around soon, so she wasn't concerned with being locked in. She couldn't think of much worse than that happening.

    About half an hour must have passed when she heard a distant thud or a crash from elsewhere in the building. It caught Lara's attention, but she put it down to the building being old, or perhaps one of the elevators making a weird noise. She was not going to investigate, that's how people in horror movies got killed. She had just about finished anyway, so she submitted her application, and prepared to leave.
    She listened out for any other odd sounds. Silence. That was that, then. She would just leave and get home, and ignore the weird gut feeling she had that was practically screaming at her that it hadn't just been a regular 'old building' sound.

    Lara turned away from the door of the office entrance to pick up her bag. Typical that she heard someone entering the office as she did so, but she assumed it was the cleaners.
    "I was just leav-" Lara started, as she turned back around, but stopped short when the person before her was not someone she recognised. Someone holding a scythe of some sort. Definitely not the cleaners. Her professional tone dropped, as she asked, coldly, "Who are you?"
    "Who I am doesn't matter. All that matters is that you are eliminated." the young man responded, his voice weirdly echoy.
    Before Lara could ponder over how weird the phrasing was and the situation she was now apparently in, the young man lunged at her, swinging the scythe towards her. Lara moved backwards, the blade just catching her arm as she did so, to which she hissed in pain. Shit that hurt, but she wasn't going not fight back. Grabbing a nearby hefty binder, Lara threw it at the man, hitting him square in the chest so he stumbled back a little.

    Before anything else could happen, Lara blacked out. At least, it seemed like she did. Everything went dark, and a voice spoke to her. Gentle, but commanding.
    "Lara. Listen carefully. My name is Persephone, and you are my chosen Successor. This is not the most ideal circumstance for us to communicate for the first time. The Titans are determined to break out of Tartarus and reclaim the Earth. Use the lantern I grant you to get out of here and find the other successors. Trust your intuition."
    With that, her vision returned, and she was holding a bronze storm lantern, the light glowing brightly. She was still reeling from the experience. It felt like she was brimming with a renewed energy. She thrust the lantern towards the young man, the light shining brighter as the would-be attacker flinched, dazzled by the light.
    It was at this point someone else ran into the office. Another stranger that Lara was currently unsure as to whether they were another enemy, or somehow some form of aid.
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Tyler Hartley

Successor of Aphrodite | Loc: Tyler’s Room, Los Angeles, California USA | Tags: Open


Tyler Hartley had spent the last ten minutes staring at the mirror on his bed. It was pink and gold, very beautiful, and definitely not something he had owned before the incident happened. That was the problem. Well. One of the problems.

The other problems included the Sirens at the brand launch, the people who had walked toward them like they wanted to die, the voice of Aphrodite in his head, and the very casual announcement that the Titans were apparently trying to escape Tartarus.

Tyler sat on the edge of his bed in yesterday’s outfit, his blond hair a mess and his phone buzzing nonstop beside him. Missed calls. Texts. Notifications. People asking if he was okay. People asking what had happened. People tagging him in shaky videos from the event. He had not opened any of them. Instead, he stared at the mirror.

“Okay,” he said slowly, pointing at it. “So either I’m having the worst stress response anyone has ever had, or Greek mythology is real.”

The mirror, unhelpfully, reflected him back.

Tyler frowned. “Right. Great. Love that for me.”

Aphrodite’s words replayed in his head. “Find the others. Trust your intuition.”

Tyler scoffed. “Yeah, that’s really helpful… No offense,” he muttered, though he was not sure whether gods could hear offense from several miles away, “but that is terrible advice.”

For a few seconds, nothing happened. No voice from the heavens. No dramatic gust of wind. No goddess appearing in his bedroom to clarify the instructions. Which, honestly, would have been rude but at least useful.

Tyler waited anyway. The mirror remained a mirror. “Fantastic,” he said. “Love a vague queen.”

He leaned back on his hands and stared up at the ceiling. His room looked the same as it always did. Clothes he had meant to put away. Skincare lined up on his dresser. A pair of shoes near the closet. A half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. Completely normal, except for the magical hand mirror sitting on his bed and the fact that his entire understanding of reality had apparently been fake.

His phone buzzed again. Tyler glanced at it, saw another notification, and immediately looked away. He could not deal with people right now. Which was a strange thing for him to think, considering people were sort of his whole thing.

Then he felt it. Not a voice. Not a vision. Just a weird feeling. Tyler sat up slowly. It was faint at first, barely more than a thought that did not feel like his own. A vague sense of direction. Something was tugging at him.

He stared at the mirror. “No.”

The feeling did not go away.

“No,” he repeated, louder this time. “Absolutely not. I am not following mysterious magical vibes. That is how people die in horror movies, and I have excellent survival instincts when I’m not being attacked by evil mermaids.” Sirens. They had been Sirens. He hated that he knew that now.

Tyler pressed a hand to his forehead. “Oh my god.” Then he paused. “Sorry. Gods. Whatever.” He picked up the mirror carefully, like it might bite him. “I said no,” he told it.

The pull remained.

Tyler closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose. He had auditions he was supposed to follow up on. Messages to answer. Probably at least one brand contact wondering if he was alive in a way that was less about concern and more about whether the sponsored post was still going up. He had a life. A messy, stressful, deeply curated life, but it was his.

And yet. Somewhere out there, there were others. Other Successors. Other people who had apparently been dragged into this nightmare with equally terrible explanations.

Tyler opened his eyes. “Oh, I hate this. Ugh, fine!” He stood, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, then stopped and looked down at himself. Yesterday’s outfit was wrinkled, his hair was a disaster, and he looked like the before picture.

He turned toward the mirror on instinct. Then caught himself. “No,” he said sharply. “We are not fixing our hair before answering the call of destiny.”

He looked at his reflection. Who was he kidding? Of course he was. “Okay. Maybe just a little.”
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Maxwell Thomas

Location: Chicago, Millennium Park


It was a lovely spring day in Chicago, and as was his habit, Maxwell was up early to go running. He'd had a cup of coffee and a light breakfast, then walked the few blocks to the train station to take it out to Millennium Park. He didn't always go to the park to run, but he liked to when he had the chance. There were numerous paths through the park and the adjacent parks, enough that he could run for an hour or so while enjoying the scenery.

He was just settling into a good rhythm when a man with -- was that a spear?! -- charged at him. At first Max didn't realize the man was heading for him. But their gazes locked, and at that point there could be no mistaking it. "I think you've got the wrong person!" he cried, frantic and more than a little frightened. The other guy just bared his teeth in aggressive expression, and lunged spear-first at Max. It was all he could do to dodge. The second attack came just as quickly, but this time Max was more focused, and actually tried grabbing the haft of the spear to disarm his opponent.

That was a mistake. The moment he touched the weapon, pain swept through his body. It was overwhelming, like he was on fire. He fell to his knees, hard, and then blacked out -- or thought he did, at least. Certainly everything went dark.

"Maxwell." The voice was warm. Kind. Safe. "You must listen to me. I am Hestia, and you are my successor. I'm sorry to spring this upon you so suddenly, but I do not have a choice. The Titans seek to escape Tartarus and reclaim the earth. You must use the weapons I grant you to survive, and find the other successors. Trust your intuition."

And suddenly he was lying on the ground back in the park, only now he held a solid wooden staff. The pain was gone, at least for the moment, but his attacker was bearing down on him, spear leading. Maxwell had no time to figure out what exactly was happening. He rolled away and to his feet, and then took off running. The staff was only a hindrance at the moment, but some instinct triggered, and suddenly it was no longer in his hand -- but neither had it fallen to the ground. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?! Max didn't worry about it too much. The spear-wielding man was still on his tail, and showed no sign of giving up.
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Successor to Demeter | Loc: San Francisco, CA


The morning had dawned as normal as they came, Azalea got up and had her breakfast and coffee before heading to work at the greenhouse. Today was her day on the schedule to tend to the flowers there and cut any ready for sale, the people who worked at the flower shop she worked at were on a rotation for the greenhouse. Every worker spent one day in there a week, tending to the flowers and making sure everything was healthy and able to turn a profit. Azalea loved greenhouse day, because she loved being around flowers, anything green really. She had always loved nature and plants, had always felt an affinity for them. Flowers didn't stand you up or make fun of you in high school because you liked to talk to plants like they were people. They didn't call you a tree hugger for caring about nature, because they were nature, and they couldn't talk on behalf of being plants.

She had been tending to their many, many different types of roses when she heard it. There had been a crash outside, a loud one, and Azalea looked up with a curious expression on her face. There greenhouses, the three separate ones they had, were all kept on a private lot. There was a gate, and it had been closed, and locked as far as she knew. There was no way anyone could have gotten in, unless she'd accidentally left it unlocked. No, that couldn't be it. Hand tiller still in hand, Azalea walked around to the other side of the table she'd been at and exited the greenhouse.

Standing in the open space in the middle of the greenhouses was a large fountain, and it had been topped with a giant winged angel, all elegant looking. Azalea hand't chosen or designed it, but she had liked it all the same. The angel was currently lying smashed on the ground, Azalea saw as she took a few steps out of the house, eyebrows furrowing as she looked up at the water fountain. The water was acting weird, taking shape, and Azalea swore she saw a hooded person holding...was that an oar? What was a hooded figure carrying an oar doing here? Azalea's mind reeled as she stood there, really unsure how to react. Her jaw dropped slightly as the water began to take the shape of...an elf? What on earth was happening?

"Azalea Aster, successor of Demeter. I have chosen you because there is a grave plot, and the world needs you. The Titans plan to escape their prison, to escape Tartarus and reclaim the earth as their own. They send successors, this woman is planning to kill you. You must fight back, you must find the others, and you must save the earth. Trust your instincts, trust your fellow successors, and trust in yourself. Hurry, time is growing short. "

What the what what? Azalea looked down as she noticed a light surrounding her hand tiller, watched it morph into a hand-held sickle that looked gold in color with a wooden handle and feathers hanging off the handle. Demeter, apparently, was the cause of that. The Greek Goddess Demeter, Azalea was apparently her successor. The redhead couldn't bring herself to wrap her head around it, it seemed too far-fetched and yet there she stood with a weapon in her hands that had just appeared randomly while some woman with an oar in her hand's was planning to kill her with water elves. Shaking her head slightly, Azalea sighed.

"Well crap, here we go, I guess," She said and rushed forward without thinking, slashing the water and watching it explode into a bunch of tiny bubbles that rained down on her a second later. The woman with the oar in her hands thrust her hood back and gasped. Apparently, she wasn't planning on Azalea fighting back.

"You've awakened, I must inform the others," She said and then took off. Well, that was anticlimactic. Why hadn't she attacked? Azalea looked down at the weapon in her hands, the woman had said she must tell the others. So, she wasn't working alone. But then Azalea remembered what the voice in her head had said.

"Trust your instincts, trust your fellow successors, and trust in yourself," Right, Azalea was supposed to find the others. But where was she supposed to look? She could feel a sort of tugging in her mind, and she glanced down at the sickle in her hand again.

"A little more information would have been nice, but I've seen enough of these movies to know how this goes. So this weapon is like some homing device right?" She asked and then held the weapon out in front of her, expecting it to pulse or make a noise or do...something. But it did nothing, and Azalea sighed and dropped her hand back down to her side.

"Thanks for that, Demeter. Ya know, you could have asked first before completely destabilizing my life. Going on some grand quest wasn't on the schedule today. Next you're going to tell me I have super powers and girl, I did not sign up for that,"

Nothing, not a response, the wind was making more of an impact. Azalea ran her hand through her hair and rolled her eyes. Somehow, it was easier to talk and speak her mind when the voice didn't talk back. Azalea wasn't normally this snarky. But she also normally wasn't awoken by a Greek Goddess and told she was some hero with some grand quest to save the world. Azalea frowned, how much weirder was her life about to get?
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S T A T E N I S L A N D ◆ N E W Y O R K


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The apartment had long since fallen silent, with the exception of the soft rustle of paper and the occasional scratch of a fountain pen against the margin of a legal brief. Giovanni sat alone at his dining table, jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled precisely to his forearms as he worked through yet another inheritance dispute. Three siblings. One contested will. An inheritance large enough to inevitably start a war between kin.

He'd been reading the same paragraph for nearly ten minutes before realizing his attention had drifted elsewhere. His thumb brushed absentmindedly against the silver chain around his neck; it was only when his fingers found the familiar band that rested over the top of his shirt that he noticed what he was doing.

The ring had belonged to his late fiancée, and without fail, his hand sought it whenever the weight of the world began to weigh too heavily on his shoulders. Giovanni let go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in a deep sigh, closed the case file, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew the signs well enough. It was time to step away before he made any careless mistakes.

He slipped outside into the cool evening air, lighting a cigarette beneath the glow of a nearby streetlamp. Smoking indoors had always felt wrong to the spaces he lived in, so the ritual belonged to balconies, sidewalks, and quiet corners beneath open skies. The first drag settled his thoughts. The second, though, never came.

The shadows around Giovanni shifted. Not lengthening with the fading light, but moving as if they took on a life of their own.

From the darkness between parked cars emerged a gaunt figure with burning eyes and impossible speed; its presence alone seemed to carry a sense of certainty that it had come for him, and him alone. Giovanni barely had time to register the creature before it lunged. Instinct told him to move, but the world seemed to collapse inward instead.

Everything went black. The void was silent. Damn near deafening..

Not empty—never empty—but still in the way ancient places often were, as though even sound knew to tread carefully. Giovanni stood alone in the darkness until a figure emerged before him, draped in robes darker than the space surrounding them. His presence was intense, yet composed, carrying none of the malice mortals so often attributed to him.

“Hades,” Giovanni said quietly, the realization hitting him faster than the official introduction could be made.

“You know my name,” the god replied. “As I have always known yours.”

The words should have unsettled him. Instead, they seemed to feel strangely inevitable.

“I’m dead, right?”

“No.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Because time has run short, and I can delay no longer.”

A black-and-silver bident appeared between them, suspended in the darkness.

“The Titans stir, and their prison weakens. Should I fall, or should my duties go unattended, the balance of the world falters with me. Long ago, successors were chosen to ensure that would never happen. You are mine.”

Giovanni stared at the weapon but made no move to claim it.

“…but why me?”

For the first time, the King of the Underworld regarded him with something that Giovanni could only describe as curiosity.

“You seek an explanation as though selection were a prize to be earned.”

“It should have a reason.”

“It does.”

“Then tell me.”

Hades took a step closer.

“You have spent your life among endings without becoming consumed by them. You understand that grief deserves dignity, that law exists to preserve order, and that power is a responsibility before it is a privilege. You have known loss, yet you do not curse death for existing. You listen before you judge. You carry burdens without announcing their weight.”

The god’s gaze settled on the ring hanging from the chain around Giovanni’s neck.

“And even now, you continue to love what has passed without demanding that it return to you.”

Silence stretched between them. A silence that lacked any discomfort Giovanni usually felt in drawn-out silences.

“That does not make me worthy.”

“No,” Hades agreed. “It makes you willing to accept what cannot be changed.”

Giovanni lowered his eyes, avoiding the gaze of the god before him.

“And if you are wrong about me?”

For the first time, there was the faintest suggestion of a smile.

“Then the fault will be mine.”

The bident drifted into Giovanni’s waiting hand. The weight of the weapon alone felt impossibly ancient yet perfectly balanced. Almost like it was a part of him, and always had been.

“But I do not believe I am wrong.”

The darkness around them began to fracture.

“One last thing... Before I depart,” Hades said as the void gave way to light. “You are now Awakened, but there are others who have yet to, and very well may need some assistance in their ascension.” He paused a moment before continuing, “Trust your judgement.”

The darkness vanished, and the world snapped back into focus.

Giovanni stood exactly where he had been just moments before, cigarette smoldering between two fingers, the evening air still cool against his face. Had anyone been standing there beside him, not even a heartbeat would have seemed to have elapsed.

Only now, a bident rested in his other hand, and the shadows at his feet moved when he did not. He glanced down at the glowing embers at the end of his cigarette, letting out a deep exhale.

You were supposed to fix my entire life, you little shit.
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@shylarah Location: Chicago, Millennium Park


Since the attack, which she told her family was simply a freak accident…there was no way they’d believe a story about her talking to a supposed Greek God, nearly getting stabbed by some asshole with a sword and that she can now apparently both control metal like some comic book character, and manifest a freaking hammer; things had been a bit of a blur. After clearing the mess she’d still finished her sister’s car, but the work had been made harder by this constant nagging sensation to go find others like her.

She wasn’t overly impulsive by nature and if she’d just dropped everything and bailed, her folks would’ve had a missing persons report out by nightfall and been worried sick. Instead she cobbled up a story about some American friends of hers in Wisconsin needing a mechanic suddenly and asking if she could help. She’d said yes and might be gone for a bit as they were in a race series and she might stay until it was done. Feeling terrible about lying, but unable to think of a better way to cover, she set off.

Now she found herself in Chicago, a city she’d only ever seen on TV or in passing, walking towards a place called ‘Millennium Park’, based solely on a feeling…as stupid things to do, this must rate fairly highly. As the feeling got stronger, she picked up her pace; the one big upside to ‘Awakening’ at least was that her prosthetic right leg moved much more like a real one than it had prior, no matter how much she’d gotten used to it.

Reaching the park, a sudden urgency took her and she broke into a run, letting instinct guide her. Rounding a corner she saw a fellow heading towards her. He was dressed for a run and carrying a large stick and was being chased by another man with a goddamned spear. ”Fucking Hell…” She muttered as she found her Hammer suddenly in her hand.

”MOVE!” She yelled at the runner. The upside of an encounter like this in an urban space was that there was metal all around, and by instinct (and a little practice before she’d left home), she knew that with Hammer in hand she could mould it like clay with a thought. A steel bench ripped free of its concrete mounting and hurled towards the spearman, forcing him to dodge; which he did, only to get slammed by a trashcan from behind. He went down, and Sam reached out with her powers once more.

The spear tip gave much the same impression as the sword that asshole that’d tried to murder her hand carried. Instinctively she knew, like the sword, she could crush it…she also knew they were like her Hammer and any damage she did would be temporary, but that’d work for now. In an instant the head of the spear crumpled like tinfoil and the spearman shouted in rage as he staggered to his feet, only to get hit by the bench again, this time she twisted and warped it, driving the ends of it into the concrete to pin the attacker.

Between the running and power usage, Sam felt herself getting a bit winded, but the adrenaline was still high. Looking at the runner, she gasped. ”We…we should go…somewhere...I…I don’t know this city…”
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The first thing Hermes stole from Sloane Mercer wasn’t her normal life- it was her certainty.

For twenty-two years, the world had made sense. Not fair, not good- just sense. People with money had easier lives. People without it learned how to survive. Trust was a liability, kindness came with strings attached. If you wanted something, you took it. If you wanted to keep something, you held on tight and hoped the world didn’t pry your fingers loose. Life was simple. Predicatable.

Then a Greek god froze time in the middle of Manhattan and ruined everything.

Sloane sat on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the harbor, one boot hanging over open air as she watched the city below. New York stretched endlessly around her, alive with movement and noise. Headlights streamed through the streets like rivers of light. The distant sound of sirens blended with ferry horns and the constant hum of millions of lives intersecting below.

Where most people looked at New York and saw opportunity, the girl saw survival. Every alleyway, subway station, rooftop- she knew them better than most people knew their own neighborhoods. The city had raised her; the city had nearly killed her. And somehow, despite everything, she’d grown to love it.

A silver coin rolled across her knuckles. Back and forth. Back and forth. The motion was automatic, a habit she had picked up years ago. One of many. The coin disappeared between her fingers before once more reappearing, then vanishing within the blink of an eye. A small smile tugged at her lips at the realization that some things still made sense.

Her gaze drifted toward the dark silhouette of Staten Island in the distance. It was the home of the nearest lead, her first lead. Her first headache. A month ago, if someone had told her she’d be hunting Titans- or whatever the hell they were calling themselves these days- she would’ve assumed they were either drunk or trying to sell her something. Now? Now she carried a divine staff and could outrun traffic.

The awakening replayed itself in fragments whenever she let her mind wander: rain suspended in midair, the city frozen between heartbeats, the sensation of moving faster than reality could process. And then Hermes. God of thieves, messengers...Looking at her like she’d finally arrived somewhere she’d been heading her entire life.

”You’ve been borrowing my rhythm for years... Now it’s time to put your new skills to some good use. Find the others.”

The memory still made her uncomfortable. Not because it scared her, but because it explained too much: the stealing, the running. The inability to stay still. The way she’d spent years drifting from place to place without ever feeling anchored anywhere. The way movement itself felt natural, almost like breathing. For the first time in her life, she had an explanation. And somehow that was more unsettling than not having one.

The coin disappeared into her pocket, a folded piece of paper replacing it. On the paper was a name, one of the wealthiest in New York. It was the kind of name newspapers wrote about. The kind of people Sloane had spent years taking wallets from.

Her snort echoed softly into the night. Of all the successors Hermes could’ve pointed her towards first, it had to be someone like that. Someone who never had to count every dollar in their pocket, never having to sleep on a rooftop because there wasn’t anywhere else to go. A wealthy heir carrying the mantle of Hades. She was sure there was a joke in there somewhere- she just hadn’t found it yet.

She didn’t even know why she was doing this; Hermes hadn’t exactly left her a detailed instruction manual. Before he had disappeared entirely, he had left her with suggestions and one infuriating sentence- ”You won’t be alone.” At first she had taken that a reassurance. Then, she realized it was probably an assignment, because apparently being chosen by a god wasn’t enough. Now she had responsibilities.

The word alone felt ridiculous. Sloane had spent her entire life looking out for exactly one person: herself. It wasn’t selfishness, it was practicality. Nobody else had been there, nobody else had made sure she ate. Nobody else had made sure she survived. So, she’d done it herself. She’d gotten pretty good at it. And now suddenly, there were others. Other people waking up to impossible abilities and impossible truths. People who might be scared, confused, lost...The thought made her grimace. She understood their feelings all too well. For a moment, sh wondered what would have happened if she’d met someone like herself after the awakening. Would she have listened? Probably not. Trusted them? Definitely not. Stollen their wallet? Almost certainly.

The laugh that escaped her this time was genuine. ”Yeah,” she muttered to herself. “This is going to go great.”

The wind pulled at her jacket. Below, the Staten Island Ferry continued its journey across dark water. The Caduceus hummed softly against the concrete beside her, almost amused. Sloane stood. The skyline glittered behind her, the harbor stretched before her. And somewhere on Staten Island was a successor carrying the weight of a dead god’s legacy.

Lucky him.

The city was always moving, always changing, around her. Maybe that was why Hermes had chosen her: not because she was brave, noble, or wanted to help people. She moved. She kept going. No matter how many times life knocked her down, she found another road. Another shortcut. A thief in the middle of a crossroads, now a messenger. The realization made her roll her eyes. ”Still hate that.”

Stepping onto the ledge, she balanced there between the sky and city for a heartbeat. Between the life she’d known and whatever came next. Then, a grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she stared out into the night. ”Hope you’re less annoying than your reputation.”

She jumped. Gravity reached for her and missed. Blink vanished into the New York night, leaving only the wind behind.


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R O M E ☀ I T A L Y

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Perhaps that was why Sasha liked it so much.

Civilizations had risen and fallen here. Empires had stretched across continents and collapsed into dust. Kings, saints, artists, tyrants. They had all left their mark upon the Eternal City, layer upon layer, until history itself seemed to seep from the stone beneath your feet.

And yet people still hurried through it with coffees in hand and phones pressed to their ears.

Life went on.

Sasha sat near the gate with his violin case resting beside him and a backpack hooked around one foot. The departure board overhead flickered with updates in half a dozen languages. Around him, travelers occupied themselves in the universal rituals of airports, checking tickets, chasing children, complaining quietly about delays.

A woman in a tailored suit typed furiously on her laptop, an elderly couple shared a newspaper, a young man across from him was trying and failing to conceal how terrified he was of flying.

Sasha smiled faintly, people were fascinating. Every face held a story. Every hurried conversation offered a glimpse into a life he would never fully know. That was why he had spent so many years wandering, not for the destinations, for the people.

His fingers absently turned the golden ring on his right hand as sunlight spilled through the enormous terminal windows. The warmth settled comfortably across his shoulders.

New York.

The thought still felt strange. But not as absurd as what had happened to him in Venice.

Titans, successors, ancient gods, monsters. If someone else had told him the story, Sasha would have laughed and suggested they sleep for a few hours. Instead, he had heard the voice himself, had seen the impossible, and felt sunlight gather in his hands and take shape as a bow crafted from living radiance.

No amount of skepticism survived that.

His fingers brushed against the pendant hanging beneath his shirt. The metal felt warm against his skin, though whether from the Roman sun or something else entirely, he couldn't say.

New York.

That was where the others were gathering.

Others.

The idea remained strangely comforting.

Somewhere out there was another poor soul who had woken up one morning as a normal human being and ended the day carrying the weight of a god's legacy.

Perhaps they were just as confused, or maybe they were terrified, though he hoped they were handling it far better than he was.

The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal.

Passengers began to form a line. Sasha needed a moment to himself, to make sure he was actually about to turn his back on everything he had in Europe. The plane felt final, like all decisions were over.

The airport bathroom was quiet, mercilessly so. The constant drone of announcements, conversations, rolling suitcases, and crying children faded the moment Sasha stepped through the door. For the first time in nearly an hour, he found himself alone, or close enough.

A businessman occupied one of the sinks near the entrance, washing his hands before quickly leaving. The door swung shut behind him. Silence returned, and Sasha exhaled. The flight would be long, he might as well take advantage of a moment's peace while he still had it. He set the violin case against the counter and splashed cold water against his face.

The reflection staring back at him looked tired, not physically, something deeper, like someone who aged years in the span of a week. A successor, which still felt ridiculous. He ran a hand through his hair and a small laugh escaped him. Then the lights flickered. Once, twice, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood upright, instinct telling him he was in danger. Suddenly his new sense, that strange divine intuition that had guided him since his Awakening screamed at him. Danger.

Sasha slowly lifted his head, and the reflection in the mirror wasn't alone, someone stood behind him. It was a young man, quite beautiful and attractive, tall and confident. A sword rested casually against one shoulder as though carrying weapons through an International Airport was the most natural thing in the entire world. Golden light bled from the blade's edges. It wasn't sunlight, it was something harsher, something wrong.

Sasha turned and immediately the young man smiled. "Ah, found you." The voice was melodic, and it landed with unsettling familiarity, not in the sense that Sasha knew the young man but because he felt a similar power inside him. It wasn't identical to his, but it was related in a strange way as if two notes from the same song played in different keys and yet still managed to create harmony instead of dissonance.

"You're one of them," Sasha said quietly.

The stranger's grin widened. "Took you long enough."

The bathroom door burst open and a young woman stepped through, golden wings unfolded from her back in a shower of metallic feathers, stretching nearly wall-to-wall before folding slightly inward. Beautiful, terrifying, and impossible, yet somehow no less impossible than the strangely glowing sword or the bow that had manifested in Sasha's hands previously.

"No monsters?" she asked.

"Didn't need them," the swordsman replied. "Tracking him was easy."

Sasha's eyes narrowed as he took in the two of them. "Who are you?"

The woman tilted her head almost sympathetically. "Wrong question."

The swordsman planted the sword's tip against the tile floor, where golden cracks of light spread outward. "The question is whether you're going to come quietly."

The answer arrived before Sasha could think, the intuition again, louder this time. It was a simple warning and yet so loud in his mind. Run.

Suddenly light exploded through the bathroom, coming from Sasha, brilliant blinding light as if the sun had just flared. Sounds of painful screaming reached his ears and Sasha was aware of the feeling of the bow from before now in his hands, having materialized in a burst of solar radiance.

Ryan's expression darkened even as he unshielded his eyes, his companion not so lucky as she was on her knees in pain. "So it's true." His sword blazed brighter. "You really are Apollo's."

The first swing came without warning golden light screamed through the air.

Sasha dove sideways, his heart fluttering as the blade hit the sink behind him. The mirror shattered and glass erupted across the room. The two chosen of Sun and Light went back and forth, bow deflecting sword with shields of sun fire and Sasha's own agility and survival instincts. As the fight reached its climax, Sasha managed to duck under the sword strike and bring the bow around, an arrow manifesting in the string before Sasha fired and hit the young man in the shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

All of his muscles burned, and the smell of blood reached his nose. A grimace of pain was on the young man's face though his eyes shone with anger. The woman was still on the ground clutching her eyes and shrieking in pain and Sasha rushed out of the bathroom, snatching up his violin case as the bow disappeared.

And for the first time since his Awakening, Sasha understood exactly how serious the war between Gods and Titans truly was. Two persons had looked at him and decided he needed to die. Had come to stop him, to kill him.

He hurried to his flight still shaking from adrenaline and had to try and fight down his adrenaline to tell the attendants that he was fire, just nervous about flying for the first time. The reassuring smiles helped in more ways than they realized and soon enough he was tucked into his seat, face pressed into the glass, trying not to hyperventilate or show his seat-mate he was crying.
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Successor of Dionysus | Location: NYC Bar | Tags: Open

Another successful day of shows down, another evening spent at the bar drinking, be it in celebration, or to forget the student loan debt that loomed above him. It was hardly a wise idea for him to be spending his money in such a way, but he wouldn't be stopped from indulging in one of life's luxuries. The run of the show he was currently performing in was nearly over, though while most people would think it a shame and maybe even a concern for their finances, Rhett knew he could just go to any audition, use his seemingly natural talent to land any role he wanted, and get right back in it. Perhaps this was unfair to his competition, but he hardly cared. After all, they should just simply learn to do any and every voice like he could. For now, though, he would simply order another drink. Was it be his last for the night? Not if he could help it, though for some reason, the bartenders would always stop him from ordering as many as he wanted. Still, when they weren't being "unreasonable", they were very nice, perhaps due to his... habits.
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With a long term leave of absence finally approved, her classes handed over and only one other run-in with a titan successor, Gabriella could get back to what might be the most pressing issue. Or the biggest prank her mind had played on her. With her mental break being diagnosed as acute psychosis, there were more moments than she was willing to admit where she wondered if this was all real or if she really was just delusional. Yet in moments like those her eyes would flit to the shield in the corner of her room. It seemed to argue there was no other option than it being reality. She hoped she was right.

Gabriella didn't understand the whole intuition thing she was meant to have. She didn't feel anything or have anything pop into her head or anything like such. Maybe she was actively ignoring it all too well. She did what she did best instead and devised a plan. She wanted to give every possible chance for this intuition to strike her. A large world map lay on her desk, the sides spilling over the edges and drooping toward the floor. Her eyes scanned it as she waited for something to reveal itself and for the first time it did. She felt a strong pull toward Europe,the United Kingdom specifically, her eyes barely able to move from looking at it. An audible groan left her lips. She hoped whatever the gods wanted from her involved her staying in the United States- at least for while she was alone.

She pulls out a map of the United Kingdom and places it on top of the other. A large part of her hoped she was wrong and this would prove it. Unfortunately, it did the opposite and instead she felt an even stronger pull from London. While London did make a semblance of sense, there were still crowds and throngs of tourists to blend in with, it was a significant distance from her.

Regardless, she had a location. Now she just needed a way to get there. Any form of long term public transportation didn't feel like a great idea. If a titan successor could play an attending psychiatrist they could easily play a passenger. While there were many more people and that may force them to play nice Gabriella didn't know what they were capable of yet. Maybe they could pause time or erase the memories of what the crowds saw. Alas, Gabriella didn't have thousands of dollars lying around to do a bunch of short flights or to take a boat.

"You gonna help me out here?" she asks out loud to- well she guessed to Athena. Yet silence was the respondant. She gave a sigh. Maybe she was crazy after all. It seemed she'd have to work it out herself.

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Gabriella had been in London about a week moving between dodgy budget hotel rooms and wandering the streets as she waited for a sign. There was nothing. No intuition, no words from Athena. Each evening she begged Athena to respond and tell her what she was doing here but was met with silence. If she was being totally honest she was starting to be convinced she was indeed delusional yet something in her begged for one more day. It had been begging for 'one more day' the whole trip.

The answer finally came at just before 3pm on a Friday as she passed a random office building. There her mind seemed to scream. She looked at the building suspeciously. "What do you mean there?" she muttered to herself. No response just another reminder of where to go. With a groan she tried to peer into the office through one of the half-covered windows. To her surprise there seemed to be some kurfuffle- was her intuition right after all?

She gives a gentle pull on the door, not locked. Good. She slowly steps into the room and quickly hides behind a desk and slows her breathing. It didn't stop the fact her heart was racing 100 miles an hour. She takes a occasional glances to try and figure what was going on. A looming figure attacking another woman who held a lantern in her hand. Before she even had to rifle through her mental Greek mythology knowledge she instantly identified the lantern as a token of Persephone. Did she even know that before? Was that subconscious knowledge or Athena's wisdom being given to her?

Gabriella didn't have time to ponder though. She had to make a plan and the other woman and her light just gave her the perfect one. As the titan was mesmerised by the lantern's light Gabriella ran out from under the desk and ran at the titan from behind as she summoned her shield. Thunk. The sound rung out as she hit him on the back of the head.

The titan fell to his knees appearing dazed but Gabriella had encountered enough in the past 6 weeks to know they were a lot more durable than the average human. They didn't have long before he was up and going for them again.

"Persephone. Right?" she asks gruffly, her eyes moving between the woman and the titan. "We need to go. Now."
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Successor of Hera | Loc: Manhattan -> Staten Island Bar | Tags: Open


    It had been perhaps ten minutes since her car was damaged in the recent event of her... Awakening? Was that what Hera had called it? She couldn't quite believe that she was a successor of one of the Greek Gods. The Queen of the Greek Gods, at that. It certainly made a few things in her life make sense. Was that why her marriage counsellor career was successful? Speaking of, what was she meant to do with that now? She had clients booked in and other sessions to attend to. She supposed she could use the evidence of her car to claim she was in an accident and would have to take some time off work. How much time? She had no idea. This quest that she was supposed to be set on going on didn't seem to have a timeframe.

    Calista took several photos of her car. Something in the back of her mind assured her that things would be taken care of, she just had to initiate. She wondered if her suggestion power that she seemed to have would work over text. She didn't really understand how it had worked in the first place, nor the telekinetic power. One thing at a time. In the morning, she would cancel appointments for the next few weeks, and arrange a leave of absence with the company she worked for.

    She didn't want to go home just yet. What if there were more of those creatures and they followed her back home? Or if any of those... Titan successors, was it? If any of them were nearby and tracking her. She didn't want them to know where she lived as well as worked. Perhaps a hotel...

    Or...

    Calista suddenly had a thought. Like she should go somewhere else. Intuition like a dowsing rod slowly started to guide her. She first retrieved her purse and coat from her car, before locking it up and leaving.
    Public transit it would be.

    About an hour later, Calista touched down in Staten Island. At least it wasn't too far from home. Her intuition was telling her that there had to be at least one other successor here. Somewhere.

    She walked until she found herself at a bar. It was crowded, to no surprise, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Why here..? She thought, with a slight frown. Calista wasn't much of a drinker, but she went over to the bar to sit, and see if she could figure out who she was here for.

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Successor of Persephone | Loc: Office, London | Tags: Gabriella


    It happened fast. Lara had refocused on her attacker, figuring she could deal with the second person in a moment. While he was dazzled, she'd started to reach out, something telling her that part of her newfound power involved making contact with the exposed skin. She grabbed his wrist, unsure what to expect, but the effect was quick. It was as if energy was slowly being drained from the young man. Her lantern glowed brighter as she did so, until she let go after a few seconds, the attacker visibly somewhat weaker. Then, she started to feel reinvigorated, her wound healing itself before her eyes and the light in the lantern dimmed.
    As she stared, not quite able to believe what had just happened, the other person, a young woman ran out from under a desk, hitting the man on the head with a shield. Not unconscious, but certainly rendered unable to move for the time being. Lara withdrew her hand, but was ready to take a swing with her lantern, in case the intended target had actually meant to be herself.

    "Persephone. Right? We need to go. Now."

    While it was the logical thing to do, and Lara had certainly intended to leave as soon as the opportunity had presented itself, she did not take kindly to being told what to do. She prickled. The thought that it was a ruse to get her to trust the other woman crossed Lara's mind. She couldn't be quite sure of anything right now.
    "I had that." Lara grumbled, looking at the shield the other woman had used. It was impressive, honestly. More so than the lantern she had, she thought, bitterly.

    She walked, leaving the office, but kept her guard up. She had to be ready to fight in case she was attacked again. "So who are you? Why should I trust you?" Lara asked, challenging, making it clear that she was not going to easily accept any explanation and was more being difficult than anything else.

    In the back of Lara's mind, however, now that the excitement of the fight was over, it was clearer that she was another of the Godly successors. Someone that could, in fact, be trusted, if Lara could swallow her pride.
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Max didn't question the sudden voice telling him to move. He sidestepped, and then watched, partially in awe, partially in horror, as the woman who'd called to him sent the metal around them flying towards the spear-wielder, ending up with him pinned to the concrete by a bench. Ordinarily he wouldn't trust a random stranger, but something told him that this was an ally, not another threat. "R-right. Uh, c'mon, the train station's this way." Max waved the woman in the direction he'd already been heading, setting a rather brisk pace. He did not want to be there when spear man got loose.

Now that he wasn't fleeing for his life, he had a chance to actually look at his rescuer. She had a round face with freckles on her cheeks and nose, and brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. "My name's Maxwell." He eyed the hammer she held. "I got something like that too -- a staff," he said. "Did...uh...." He trailed off, not really sure how to ask the question of did you get spoken to by a Greek god as well without sounding like a nutcase.
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Now that their life wasn't in immediate danger Gabriella was able to look at the scene before her properly. The man before her look drained, beyond what a concussion would do. She glanced briefly at the wavy haired woman- catching the final glow of the lantern's light. Must have been Persephone's necromancy stealing the titan's lifeforce. Correct something within her assured.

Her eye return back to the man, a scythe at his fingertips. A chill went down the young woman's spine as that gave her enough information to know who they were dealing with. Kronos. King of the titans himself.

"I had that."

Gabriella looked at the woman blankly for a moment. "Definitely seemed that way when he sliced your arm." She takes a step to the side of the woman's attacker and takes advantage of him being dazed and weak to get a good view of his face before pulling out her phone and taking a picture. Divine knowledge gave her everything she needed to know about the titans but not so much their human self and she didn't feel like brushing death enough to risk him waking up while she studied him. While doing so she continues speaking. She didn't look up at the woman from what she was doing but her tone was markedly less cold. "Did your life transfer heal it up ok?"

Gabriella accompanied the woman out of the office, letting her shield disappear into the air. She studied the way the woman gripped tightly onto the lantern, seemingly still ready to attack.

"So who are you? Why should I trust you?"

She was untrusting. Very much so. Not to worst thing, Gabriella figured. That meant being weary and in a situation like this being wary kept you alive. That was as long as you could trust the people you needed to. She wasn't sure if the woman in front of her was open to that.

"I'm Gabriella Hernandez, successor of Athena. I could say all words about how or why you should trust me but there's no need. When you got claimed, or whatever you want to call it, you received a divine intuition. You don't have to trust me- although it'd better your chances at staying alive- but you should trust your gut. I'm gonna hazard a guess that it's saying I'm no threat." she watches the woman as she speaks, studying her body language. Although the wariness didn't show on her face she did mentally prepare herself to get hit by a lantern.
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Successor of Aphrodite | Loc: Tyler’s Room, Los Angeles, > San Francisco California USA | Tags: Azalea @ShankySpice


Tyler fixed himself up before answering the call of destiny.

He knew there were monsters, gods, Titans, and whatever else waiting for him apparently, and he had enough self-awareness to know that spending forty minutes getting ready would be a little much.

So, he spent twenty-five. For him, that was restraint.

By the time he left his apartment, Tyler had changed out of yesterday’s outfit, shoved a few things into an overnight bag, and sent a text to one of his friends who had called him the most.

Alive. Not ready to talk. Don’t be dramatic.


Then, because he knew that message would only make them more dramatic, he turned his phone on silent and dropped it into the cupholder.

The mirror sat on the passenger seat. Pink. Gold. Ornate. Fabulous. A lot like himself, actually… Tyler glanced at it as he pulled onto the road. “For the record, I still think this is terrible advice.”

The mirror said nothing. Of course it didn’t.

“Right. Great. Love the communication.”

He had considered flying. Briefly. But then figured he’d have to get through TSA, and that would be a pain in the ass.

So that was how Tyler Hartley ended up making the choice to take a road trip. He had no clue where he was going. Not a voice. Not a vision. Just a pull.

He hated it. He hated it more around hour two, when the traffic thinned and there was nothing to distract him except music, road signs, and the increasingly horrifying realization that he was actually doing this. Following divine intuition. Trusting his gut. Taking a goddess at her word. He laughed at the absurdity of it.

The pull sharpened the closer he got to San Francisco.

By the time he reached the city, Tyler was tired, irritated, and running on Starbucks. The streets felt unfamiliar, but the direction didn’t. Every turn seemed to happen before he had time to question it. Left here. Keep going. Not that street. This one. It was deeply annoying.

Eventually, the feeling led him to a flower shop.

Tyler sat in the car for a long moment, staring through the windshield.

“A flower shop,” he said flatly. He looked at the mirror. “Of course. You couldn’t have taken me to a boutique, or a gay bar, or something fun? Divine intuition drags me to a random flower shop.” The pull did not fade. If anything, it grew stronger.

Tyler got out of the car, mirror in hand, and immediately noticed that something was wrong. For one thing, there was water where water probably should not have been. For another, the remains of what looked like a very expensive fountain statue were smashed across the ground. And standing nearby was a red-haired woman holding a sickle like she was still deciding whether the day could possibly get worse.

Tyler stopped. He looked at the broken fountain. Then at the sickle. Then at the woman. “Okay,” he said slowly, raising one hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture. “I’m going to guess you’re either one of the people I’m supposed to find, or San Francisco florists are much more intense than I was led to believe.” He glanced at the sickle again. “For everyone’s comfort, I’m really hoping it’s the first one.”

Then because Tyler is Tyler, and he cares about his outer appearance, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, and fixed up his hair with a comb he kept in his pocket. Priorities.
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Azalea had done a lot of research over the years, and as she stood there gathering herself and trying to breathe, she racked her brain for some of it. Greek mythology, Demeter, goddess of agriculture and the harvest...mother of Persephone and sibling to the more known gods and goddesses like Zeus and Poseidon, that was what she knew. She really didn't know much more, having not done much in depth research but knowing enough to look down at the sickle and have it kind of start making sense. So the Titans, or their successors really, were trying to break free from Tartarus and it was up to a bunch of random people like herself to stop them. She wondered if there was some sort of blood relation she knew nothing about, or if she had really just been randomly chosen. It would explain the familiarity she had always felt with nature and the earth.

She shook her head as if to free herself from her thoughts and deny them at the same time.

The Greek Gods and Goddesses weren't real, this all couldn't be real. They were just stories, legends, fairy tales to tell the children and teach them how to be decent people...right? She looked back down at the weapon in her hands.

If it was real, what else could she do? Her eyes turned to the greenhouses around her, she wondered...nature meant plants.

No way...it couldn't be possible, but if it was, she was about to be kind of excited. But that could wait, should wait. She was supposed to go find the others, but where to look?

Then, as if her thought had summoned one, she heard a voice. It was a male voice, and Azalea looked up to see a tall blonde man standing in front of her. He was...the best word was pretty. He looked like a male model off of you-name-it magazine with his perfectly styled blonde hair and chiseled face as if the gods themselves had sculpted him.

The irony. Azalea almost snorted at her inner monologue.

"I'm not the most knowledgeable about Greek mythology but I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say...Aphrodite?" Azalea said in a half-teasing tone, a small smile appearing on her face and then she sighed softly and ran her free hand through her hair.

"Demeter, I think, if all of this can be believed. Wait, how did you find me?" Azalea guetered to herself when saying her lineage and then shifted her expression to half-curious, half-suspicious. How did he find her? And why was he fixing his hair? The mirror he was holding was ornate, ostentatious really, and Azalea found herself wondering if that was his weapon. She was kind of grateful for the sickle now, at least it was sharp, if nothing else.

Azalea placed her hands on her hips, sickle facing outward as she looked down at the destroyed parts of the fountain.

"Well, if you are on the same side as I apparently now am, any clue where we need to go next?"
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Falling in alongside her new…companion…yeah, that worked for now, she had to move briskly as he waved in the direction they were going; as she did she took stock. Tall, obviously ran a lot given both his build and by how fast he was walking. God damn it, I’m not built for this… The thought came unbidden to her. Last time I ran… It was amazing what thoughts came to mind when you were stressed.

"My name's Maxwell. I got something like that too -- staff," The runner said. "Did...uh...."

”I have my life all fucked over by a supposed Greek God in my head?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh as the park rapidly dwindled behind them. ”Yeah…sorry, I’m Sam…” The hammer disappeared from her hand. ”Had something similar happen to me a few days ago.” She went on. "Some fuck with a sword dropped a parts shelf on me and tried to stab with a goddamn sword! Said I was ‘In the way’." She could hear the rattling of the trains not too far ahead. "Don’t suppose you have any idea what the fuck is going on?"
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Now what..?

Giovanni took another slow drag of his cigarette as he stared down at the black bident in his hand. A faint hum seemed to reverb off of the bident in his hand, a sound he could barely hear over the ever-constant noise pollution that is known as New York. Part of him wanted to go back upstairs to his apartment and simply slip into a deep slumber, hoping that this was all some sort of crazy pipe dream.

Speaking of pipe dream...

Giovanni pulled the cigarette from his mouth and looked it over suspiciously, suddenly questioning the possibility that maybe they'd been laced with something. With a dismissive shake of his head, the young man stomped out the glowing cherry on the curb and turned to head back inside to his flat.

One thing was for certain. Someone was near. How close? Were they watching him? If all of what had just been said to him was true, and he truly was the successor to the Underworld...

The unsettling feeling only continued to gnaw at the back of his mind with each step he took. With a quick glance over his shoulder down the hall, Giovanni let himself into his flat, a burdened sigh escaped him that seemed to drain the tension from his body. Only it didn't last for very long.

Just as he'd grasped some sense of safety within his own space, he realized he wasn't alone. Sprawled out across the length of his couch as if she'd outright owned the furniture was a young woman, clothes as dark as her hair and the type of confidence of someone who never asked permission to be comfortable. An expression that seemed to read equal parts boredom and amusement spread across her face as she looked over a glass in her hand. Which wasn't just any glass... it was hers.

Not only was this woman intruding, she just so happened to be grasping one of the few items Giovanni kept of his fiancé's that he could stand to keep in the empty shell of their once shared home. Without so much as a second thought, the young man raised the head of the bident to point it balefully at her.. a certain fire burning behind his dark eyes.

"I'm going to give you exactly one chance.." The bident in his hand lowered just enough to make the threat feel more deliberate and less impulsive. Where Giovanni would hold a very composed demeanor normally, all bets were off when it came to his Lauren.

"Put. It. Down." Each word sharper than the next. "Now."

She'd expected security. She hadn't expected...grief. It lingered in the rooms like dust that never settled: photographs left in place, a jacket draped over the back of a chair. It was a home that look occupied by someone who hadn't quite figured out how to live in it anymore. That was why the glass had caught her attention- it wasn't expensive. Hell, compared to everything else in the apartment, it was almost painfully ordinary. Which meant it mattered.

Sloane had been turning it slowly between her fingers, studying the faint fingertips left in the old crystal, when the front door opened. His footsteps were heavier than she expected. They weren't careless; a heavy burden seemed to weigh them down. The click of the lock echoed through the apartment, soon followed by silence. She looked up just in time to find herself staring down the wicked black points of a bident.

"...Well." A slow smiled pulled at the corner of her mouth. "I was wondering how long it'd take." The smile lingered on her face until she looked at his eyes. They weren't angry- not entirely. She instantly recognized the hurt. When his gaze flicked to the glass in her hand, everything clicked into place. Idiot. It wasn't the apartment nor the trespassing- it was the very object in her hand.

Without another word, she leaned forward and placed it gently onto the coffee table. Then she leaned back into the couch, raising both hands shoulder-high in an exaggerated display of surrender. "There. Happy?" Her brown eyes drifted from the bident back to his face. "...Didn't know." For someone else, the apology might have been longer. For Sloane, those two words carried more weight than a speech ever could.

She studied him openly now: the expensive clothes, the exhaustion sitting beneath his eyes. The bident. The way he held it like someone who wasn't entirely sure whether it belonged in his hand. Yeah. That checks out.

"So..." she said, breaking the silence with the same casual tone she'd use discussing tomorrow's weather. "You see a dead guy with a helmet recently?" The corner of her mouth twitched. "I'm trying to figure out if we're having the same psychotic break...or if the Greek gods collectively decided to ruin both of our lives." She tipped her head towards the weapon. "I'm guessing option two."

Her gaze dropped briefly to the black bident before returning to him. "Name's Sloane. Most people call me Blink. I'd offer to shake your hand..." Her eyes flickered deliberately toward the sharpened points aimed squarely at her chest. "...but you seem busy."

Despite the joke, she never once reached for the Caduceus hidden beneath her jacket. She never shifted her posture, never made a move towards the exits she'd already catalogued the second she had walked in. She simply watched him- waiting, curious for his next move. Trying to decide whether the successor of Hades was going to lower the weapon...or prove she had been right about rich kids all along.

Giovanni stood there quietly holding his ground while she offered up an explanation, his demeanor immediately relaxing as soon as the cup was out of her hand. She seemed apologetic enough, for what it was worth. And not that he owed her the courtesy of allowing her the time to explain herself, but something seemed familiar about her. Eerily so..

Then it hit him. She'd been the pick-pocketer who'd caught him slacking on the subway on his way home from a long day at the office. She'd made off with his watch and the few stray dollar bills from his wallet, though he'd noted back then she never stole the wallet itself. Somehow she'd managed to thieve the wallet and store it back in its rightful place in his jacket pocket that had been hanging from his hand, while the other had held his phone tightly pressed to his ear for a very serious phone call with his father about a case the firm had just lost.

It had been his father's loss, but somehow it always came back to Giovanni as some sort of lesson, though the stern talking to always felt less like a lesson and more like a reprimanding as if Gio had made the offense himself.

The young man brought his eyes up to meet hers once more, the fire behind his own had since died down, looking her over.

"I know you. We've met before..." It was then that he'd taken a deep breath, letting out with a hefty sigh as he raised the bident back up to use as a post to lean on while he stood there facing off with the young woman before him.

Personally, I'm still betting on a psychotic break. Or rather, praying for it.

A crooked grin spread across Sloane's face the moment recognition dawned on his. "There it is." She pointed at him with an accusatory finger, as though he'd finally solved a puzzle she'd been waiting on. "I was starting to think that subway ride didn't leave much of an impression." She leaned back into the couch again, one arm draped lazily across the back as if they weren't discussing divine awakenings and breaking-and-entering in the same conversation. "You had your phone glued to your ear. Expensive watch. Designer jacket." She shrugged. "Honestly, you were practically asking for it."

A moment passed as she continued to study him before she made her next statement. "...I left the wallet." It didn't hold pride nor regret, was just simply a fact. "I needed cash. You needed your ID more than I did."

Biting the inside of her cheek, she took in his posture against the bident. It wasn't necessarily surrender, but it was progress. She'd take it. Though, even through his stance, she could tell he wasn't all too familiar with the weapon. Sloane took a breath. "I tried disproving it." Her voice softened- not vulnerable, just honest. "Sleep deprivation. Hallucinations. Stress. Hell, I even stole a psychology textbook from the library." A faint smirk returned to her mouth. "Turns out mental illness doesn't usually come with complimentary magical artifacts."

She pushed herself off the couch, stretching as though she'd merely stopped in to borrow a cup of sugar instead of trespassing into the home of one of New York's wealthiest families. "So. I've got one god telling me I'm," she paused to make air quotes, "supposed to find the others. As if I've spent my life looking after anyone besides myself." Her expression flattened into one of mild annoyance. "I don't do teams. I don't mentor people. I don't even like people. No offense."

Sighing, she shook her head. "Yet somehow..." Sloane gestured vaguely between them with one hand. "...here I am. Standing in your apartment. Talking to the successor of Hades instead of minding my own business like a perfectly rational person." She shrugged her shoulders before giving a dramatic sigh. "I blame Hermes."

Her brown eyes met Giovanni's again, this time without the joking edge. "I don't know what we're supposed to do next. I just know that if a god went through the trouble of finding both of us, it's probably because something bigger than either of us is coming." Then, just as quickly as the seriousness appeared, it vanished beneath another crooked smile. "But if it makes you feel any better, I'm still fifty bucks richer from the last time we met." Her grin widened. "And honestly? I'd call that fate."

Fate, hm?

Giovanni stood there, moments of silence passing between them while he digested everything she said. What had happened earlier.. meeting Hades, being chosen as his successor... And why? Why her? HOW was this... thie- well. She had mentioned Hermes.. Hermes was the "god of thieves", wasn't he? He couldn't help the literal eyeroll that came from the thought alone. Good lord.

Once again, Giovanni gave a hesitating glance over to his dining room table with the case file still sitting in wait for him, bringing his eyes back to meet with hers. There was a heavy divide forming within him over the duties he had to uphold with his job.. his family... while there was a new pull, deep within his chest that he hadn't been able to shake since the bident had been thrust into his hands.

He wasn't sure if he trusted this girl, this Sloane character. Knowing she was another chosen successor didn't much help her case. He still didn't trust her. Not by a long shot... he knew he had no other choice, at least not right now. Hades had told him he needed to 'find the others'. One down.. however many more to go.

Giovanni shook his head as he headed off towards his bedroom to change out of his suit, leaving her standing in his living room as he grumbled under his breath.

"I'm gonna need another cigarette before we bounce outta here."
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Rhett Payne

Successor of Dionysus | Location: Outside Staten Island Bar | Tags: Calista

Rhett had only just ordered his second drink when he felt a strange feeling... As though there was someone here who was... important? But whom and why? He stands up and his gaze drifts across the bar, locking onto Calista for a couple of moments... Who was she? He quickly shakes his head and averts his gaze, it would hardly do him any good to stare. And then, another feeling, though one of more unease. He glances out the window, and he notices the shadow of something approaching the bar menacingly. He couldn't tell who or what, but he felt obligated to stop this being from doing whatever it intended to do. He leaves the bar hastily and approaches the shadow, which he now saw was a minotaur. A normal, sober person would have run away, terrified. But Rhett feared no man, or rather, no monster.

"Begone foul beast! You shall not harm anyone in that bar!"

The minotaur laughs at him. A low, gruff laugh. And then, it charged at him. Rhett found he was frozen in fear, and put his hands up in front of him, as if that would help. As it got ever closer, he felt himself black out. Though, it was more like... a dream? A voice speaks to him, which he can only listen to.

"Hey, Rhett! You're doing good, being the successor of me, Dionysus, and all! Would be unfortunate for you to meet your end here, right, man? I know you don't have much time so... here! Don't worry, you'll get filled in on all the details soon..."

And with that, he comes back to, a gold and purple, perhaps amethyst thyrsus, held in front of him in his hands. Without thinking, he just barely redirects the minotaur's path with it. As it slows down from having run past him, he turns to face it, breathing heavily.

"What... What on earth? How did I... Nevermind! It is time for you to be struck down, foul beast!"

He prepares himself as the minotaur snorts angrily, ready to charge at him again, though this time he was ready.
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Calista Perry

Successor of Hera | Loc: Staten Island Bar | Tags: Rhett


    "I'm still deciding, sorry." Calista said to the bartender, when asked what she wanted to order. The bartender moved on to the next customer. She had no intentions to order anything, she was just trying to figure out why she'd been guided here.
    Then, she sensed it. She looked across the bar, a young man that was finishing up a drink and was ordering a second one. Careless and unaware of what he was destined for. And he looked over at her, so Calista glanced away, but that pretty much confirmed things for her. There was just the question of what was going to happen. The bar was busy, even regular humans would have the perception to notice if something attacked the bar.

    She looked at the young man again, and saw that he seemed to have spotted something outside. She followed his gaze out the window, catching sight of a moving shadow that no doubt would have trouble attached. Calista got up from her seat and went outside too. If this was the moment she was anticipating, then she had better ensure she was there to lend a helping hand.

    Once outside, Calista summons her sceptre, still not quite able to believe that she was granted possession of such a beautiful weapon. She assessed the situation. The charging minotaur, and suddenly, a blink and the young man was holding quite an interesting object, managing to redirect the minotaur before he was impaled.
    She looked around, trying to find something she could use to deter the minotaur. She wasn't sure about the limitations of her powers. Ah - how about that traffic cone?
    So it wasn't necessarily the greatest of objects, but with her telekinesis, she hit the minotaur on the head with it. The minotaur huffed, sharply turning its attention towards her.

    "Calista Perry. Let's see if we can't figure this out together, alright?" She introduced herself to the young man. Then, she held her sceptre against the ground, tilting it towards the minotaur as she attempted to telepathically suggest to it to leave. The minotaur, however, seemed able to resist it this time, so Calista looked around for something else to throw at the minotaur.
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