[u]Rhett Payne[/u]

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.