Corinna Erastos-2,187 Yrs-Spartan Ruins
This man, speaks like none I have ever met before. He truly is unique among mortals. I let a soft smile crease across my face but let it fade just as quickly. "Not many speak as you do, perhaps you have the essence of a Spartan within you already. It still must be molded however, a man of your age would have been trained in the ways of warfare since he were but a boy. As you know our history, battle and glory in war was our culture. All were soldiers and the women were expected to be athletes strong enough to be the envy of Greece." I then grew more serious in my tone. As I could feel Ares appear once more. "Corinna, what are you doing with this mortal. You have commands from your god to carry out. Have you forgotten our accord?" I then communicated with him via thought, as an attempt to hide the conversation from Max.
I have forgotten nothing. Do not tell me this man does not interest you. I have heard awe inspiring things of him, would you not desire to see how your last Spartan fares against this man? Possibly the greatest champion humanity can produce? He then seemed to relent with some frustration. "Very well, you will have three days reprieve to do as you wish. On the condition, that once the time comes. The Kingdom of Ur is the first to feel the wrath of the God of War. Am I understood?"
Perfectly.I then relayed the offer to the King of Ur. Hiding nothing as I told him everything. Ares now gone, he would not know I am betraying his trust to keep the order secret. He may be a God, but he is a
weakened God and he cannot be omnipresent. Aside from that, I have feelings that he is behind the absence of Artemis, my true Patron God.
"I will train you, for three days to learn the ways of the Spartan warrior. But, I have been commanded by Ares that once that training cycle is done, that Ur be the stage which feels his wrath." I then let the words sink in. "By my hands." But as I took a step closer it was my turn to show a sign of friendship. So, I removed my helmet and spoke once more.
"I have thought about what you have said, that a man or woman must forge their own purpose. Well, for as long as I could remember I have resigned that role to the Gods, Artemis and Ares. But Artemis has long passed and Ares is desiring a War Path. So, I will take my first step into choosing my own purpose. And I dont know what it is yet, but I have a feeling that it is connected with you." A look f some concern crossed my face.
"But, once Ares learns I have chosen a new course. One that he has not set before me, he will retaliate. I am not his only weapon. So, I will train you, and you will lead me. And maybe, we can find a way to restore my mortality." It was then that we were approached by a woman who also seemed to be dressed as if she was from a similar time as me. With weapons and armor adorning her. As she introduced herself as Valka of Asgard, I returned the pleasure.
"I know not of Asgard. My...abilities" I am hesitant to call them gifts anymore. "Come from my people's patron Gods, Ares the God of War and Artemis Goddess of the Hunt. Only Ares still lives though." I then motioned to Max indicating to Valka who I am referring to. "I was just inclining myself to train this one in the ways of Spartan Warfare. But first tell me, where is Asgard? I have lived a long time and it is no place upon this earth." I said, as this started to become quite the gathering.
Rebecca Phillips/The Jester-20 Yrs-Gotham City
As I allowed Queen to speak to me with my eyes closed I listened to the words. Gently humming as we bonded. The more I considered it, the more I realized that she was a person in which I could connect with. More than simply understand, but actually feel connected to. My eyes opening, we locked gazes for a minute before a whim entered my mind. I leaned myself up to where our faces were only inches apart and I used my cane to pull her neck in for a kiss, my other hand starting at her shoulder. Then moving to explore the rest of her figure. Invading her mouth with my tongue my heartbeat began to move faster and I grew rapidly more excited. Feeling quite electrified at the moment, the only thing better would be to...well, actually be electrified.
Moving my hand from her shoulder, to her side and then circling her chest I became more aggressive as I continued to meld myself to her. Finally, I parted my face from hers and exhaled. "Better than a good punch line." I breathed. I was just about to go for a second round bringing my lips back up to hers as my stomach began to growl loudly. I then mused seductively. "Looks like it's time for a bite to eat." Then, pressing my lips to her ear I whispered a hint for later. "Lets savor each other later, shall we?" I tempted as I finally pulled myself away from her and dusted myself off. Then turned and offered a hand.
"Why my lady, we dont want to be late to supper now do we? I am feeling like....something far more expensive then we can afford." Leading her by the hand we exited the carnival and made our way down the various sidewalks until we came upon a fine dining establishment. A wide grin spread across my face.
"Now, that looks like something I can sink my teeth into." I said, pulling her towards the door. "C'mon, I am sure they have cheesecake that is to
die for." Barging into the door I had begun to spin the cane around in my hand like a someone from dance line or something.
The man behind the counter almost turned his nose to us when we were spotted. Before I could even speak he tried to turn us away.
"Madams, I am afraid your....
attire, is unsuitable for this establishment." I then stuck out my tongue.
"How rude, we have come all this way to eat and I am sure we can compensate you." The man continued to protest.
"It is not a question of money-" However, the stopped after noticing the blood on my cane. I then raised it slowly.
"Oh, whoever said
anything about money? Queensy,
compensate the gentleman for me doll." I said with a insidious dark tone just as the man realized just how much trouble he was in.
Hector Gage/Dragoon-28 Yrs-Gotham City
The work day passed slowly, every hour it seemed I would check the clock, only to lower my head once I learned that only fifteen minutes had passed. I finally got a break when hell froze over and spent it in a back room with a small television on a designated channel as I popped open a Pepsi. Turning the television on. As I leaned into a chair, I saw a news program about some charity organization started by Wayne Enterprises. At first I was uninterested, but the content quickly ensnared me, as Wayne Enterprises, Bruce himself in particular had promised the city of Gotham that his company would fund a program to put paroled citizens back to work and even education. As he said, part of the vicious cycle in Gotham, is criminals being released and then being forced to return to the same actions to sustain themselves that landed them in prison in the first place. Needless to say, I was interested. I took careful mention to take the information down and follow up on this the next chance I get. But a quick buzzer later, and I am reminded of how my break is over. And with that I left the television and returned to my work.