Cosmos Of Terror Episode 2 (Urban Fantasy RP) (IC)

[Flarbinia]

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Albany, New York
"Sounds like three Wizards got in a fight with the Jersey Devil. Odd that is happening on this side of the Hudson River, but when you're a part of a world that must be kept secret, you encounter strange stuff every day. You are wondering why I took you all the way to the city limits. There is an abandoned insane asylum northeast of the city. Psychic Energies have been detected at that location, but Typhon Corporation helicopters have been seen in the area and my superiors have decided that it would be too risky for Division 16 to send an Agent in there to investigate. That is where you come in. You will sneak in, use your clairvoyance to find the source of the Psychic Energies, get out, and report back to me at my safehouse in Downtown. Avoid detection or they will go into lockdown and you will die. Their private army has a 'shoot on sight' policy for dealing with any civilian who witnesses their covert operations. Who am I? I'm Agent Maxwell, Division 16 Black Ops. What is Division 16? It's the only organization with the training and ability to combat Psychic threats. You've read about it on a couple of the forums you browsed. Why is it so secretive? The world simply isn't ready to know that Psychics exist. Who are my superiors? I am not at liberty to reveal such information. What's in it for you? I detected you using your powers to win a shell game and reported it to my superiors. They are willing to get your parents US citizenship, provided that they like what they hear during my debriefings." Agent Maxwell said to Richard Chavez as he drove his 2001 Honda Civic north, handing him a sheet of paper with an address on it.

[Observation Post 13]

Richard nabbed the sheet of paper from Agent Maxwell, the reluctant psychic's face fresh with signs of confusion and fear. "I- alright, I'll do it man... but you better keep your word once I find out whatever it is that you are looking for in that dump. Also, do you usually ask and answer your own questions? It's freaking me out!" Performing a secret mission for the feds is not what he had in mind this morning. Richard does not want to be involved in a rivalry with either Division 16 or whatever this Typhon Corporation is, but it's too late to chicken out now.

Richard turned his eyes to the papers at hand. The front features two photos side-by-side: a grainy black-and-white picture of what he presumed to be the front gate to the asylum, back when it still treated patients, with the font "April 1986" printed below. The other picture, in color, shows a bird-eye-view of the asylum at an angle to the sun, likely snapped by a drone or a plane. It appears the iron-wrought gates that were featured before are missing in the new photo, a gaping hole where it stood previously. The courtyard is cracked and messy, and the asylum itself looks to be sinking into the ground with half of its roof missing. The entire place is standing on its last legs, barely held together by the crumbling brick walls overgrown with vines. Perfect place to shoot a fake ghost sighting video. Or set up an evil lair, Richard guessed idly.

Taking note of the address, Richard thumbed through the pages. The sheets contained a detailed 3-floor plan of the asylum, including the rooftop, the ground floor, and an underground hospital/storage area. Richard took note of the exits and read through the annotations on the side, questions brewing in his mind.

"Maxwell, so you said something about psychic energy being detected at this place... what exactly am I looking for here? Do you think there's another, er, psychic person here? Also, I hope you aren't sending me into this dangerous place bare-handed. All I have is a Glock, no way to protect myself against psychic detection, and all my drugs, which by the way aren't narcotics, they serve a medicinal purpose ot help me relax, are confiscated! C'mon, help me help you!"

[Flarbinia]

"Sorry. I used to be in commercials where the character that would ask questions about the product and then answer them. They weren't good ones. My word? The words that matter are what I tell my superiors. If they like what they hear about your missions, they will uphold Division 16's side of the bargain. If not, the deal is off. I am not concerned about what pills you have in your pocket, but feel free to take one if you need to remain calm. All the Esper who reported the Psionic Energies can confirm is that their source is an object. Finding it is your objective. As for detection, the Typhon Corporation troops do not have Psychic Detection Devises, so you shouldn't have any problems so long as they don't get suspicious enough to raise the alarm. This should make it easier for you to avoid being noticed, but due to them having military grade equipment and wearing top-of-the-line body armor, I advise against using your Glock unless necessary and if you do, make sure to hide the body. Also, I advise against taking their firearms. Removing the radioactive dye is an expensive hassle." Agent Maxwell said to Richard in his normal voice as he handed him a suppressor.

[Honghai]

Sacremento, California

Aclienda had sat outside at a pizza/cafe-mixture, waiting on her pizza to come in. She smiled, now noticing the waiter come in, holding the entire pie of pizza on a tray delicately with one hand, and her coffee in the other. She laughed - just imagining it in her head - that now, she would use her Aerokinesis and cause him to fall over, making him look clumsy - though not letting her food fall, as she'd hovered it over to her table.

She laughed and pointed at the waiter, and then made a pizza-cutter from thin air using her powers - and cut a slice into the pie, noisily and unfemininely eating it - quite obviously enjoying her food. When the slice of cheese pizza was done, then she'd started using her Aerokinesis again and playing with her food. She smiled again, bearing her teeth.

She noticed some people staring at her as she was playing around with the pizza-pie; obviously she didn't care that they were staring at her. She'd stopped, turned herself invisible, walked over to a couple who were muttering something about her - and slapped the girlfriend silly. The man, she'd kneed in the face, and kept on kicking and punching until he was a bloody pulp. The girlfriend screamed and was confused, not understanding what was going on. Seemingly, randomly, they were being attacked - and by nothing.

Aclienda, still invisible, grabbed the woman by her blonde hair, led her to where Aclienda was sitting, turned back visible - then used her powers again and held her tightly onto the chair and laughing at her.

"Na-na-na-na-na, you can't stop me! Couldn't see me, still can't be me!" She said, singsongly.

The woman rolled her eyes, feeling uncomfortable by the childishness juxtaposed by the 20-somethings' noisiness. Most-certainly, she had came-off strong.

Aclienda stuck her hands in her ears and then raspberried at the woman. She tried to move and break free, but still, the air was holding her down aggressively.

'Hel-" Interrupting the woman when she'd almost was crying out for help, she'd feel breathless and tight all of a sudden. All of the air leaving her body and her skin discoloring - yet the twentysomething didn't allow her to die. Just, hurting her and silencing her - and enjoying playing with her.

'Be quiet! Quiet, quiet, na-na-na-booboo, shut up, Goldilocks!" Aclienda mocked and teased the woman, still singsongly.

[Flarbinia]

"Alright, little miss Houdini. Show's over. If you want to perform magic tricks, you will have to go somewhere else to get pizza and coffee because you are banned for life. I don't want to hear any of your excuses." The manager, a man with one eye, said to Aclienda as he escorted her outside. Once they were out of earshot and sight of any potential witnesses, the manager dropped his Glamor, revealing himself to be a Cyclops. "What the fucking Tartarus is wrong with you? You were using honest-to-Gods Magic in front of dozens of witnesses, some of whom had their phones out. Your antics risked the exposure of our Supernatural world. Consider yourself lucky that I was able to cover for you or that Masquerade violation would've gotten you in really big trouble instead of the little slap on the wrist I've given you. Yes, I really did ban you from my cafe that serves pizza. You were rude to my customers and if I didn't make you take your money elsewhere, they'll take their money elsewhere and I'll be ruined. Don't expect me to help you the next time you violate the Masquerade." The Cyclops said to Aclienda before applying a new Glamor and heading back inside.

[Honghai]

Aclienda cried.

"Banned? 'Snotfaire - they were laughing at meeeeeeeeeee!" She whined and pouted.

"'Snotfaire! No-ugh!" She continued to sob, she was on her knees crying now.

She'd wished she could enter his mind and show her her memories of the couple laughing and pointing at her - that was why she'd beat on the boyfriend, that was why she'd humiliated his girlfriend - but, she was no telepath - and, he'd just said he wasn't accepting her justifications.

She continued to cry, her mood changing.

"You stupid sike-lots! You're not going to ban me... not after this!" She said, transmogrifying herself into a tornado.

Her eve of destruction had began, as she'd circled and stormed all around Sacremento, destroying and sucking up everything in her way. And never moving from Sacremento, just spinning and destroying everything else standing. She'd made sure to destroy the cyclops' pizza-cafe place mixture, in revenge.

After everything in Sacremento was destroyed, she'd turned back into her mortal form and hid somewheres in the debris, continuing to sob and fuss.

[Flarbinia]

"Hello, Alcineda. I am Morpheus, God of Dreams. You just had a daydream of going all Sodom and Gomorrah because you were banned for life from a cafe that serves pizza. I get that you are used to getting what you want, but this is the Twenty-First Century. Repaying perceived slights with wanton destruction would violate the Masquerade, the labyrinthine web of secrets that keeps regular people from knowing that the Supernatural exists. However, there is a way to get unbanned. Go to the Clock Tower and speak with the owner. Chronos or as most mortals know him, Father Time, will reveal himself. He will hear you out and if you do some things for him, he can send you back to the moment you entered the cafe so that you can undo the incident that led to your ban. The rude couple? Tell the waiter that they are planning to leave without paying once they've finished their meal. That way they will be working off the debt instead of getting their meal comped." A homeless man wearing a raggedy suit under his jacket said to Aclineda as he handed her tickets to New York City and a brochure for tourist attractions, allowing her to briefly see the form he had used in Ancient Greece.

[Honghai]

"Dream? It... felt real to me... really real..."

"And, 'Morph-us?' Like that bald dude from that one movie I think, one time, I'd seen? Is this the part where I choose what color to eat or something?" Aclienda asked.

"And the... Mask-aid...?" She was thinking.

"But... I didn't 'break' anything! They couldn't see me!" She whined.

She'd kept thinking about it. If this was what she'd had to do to get unbanned from that one pizza-cafe place, then... she'd do it. Aclienda took the tickets and the brochure and walked away from him.

[Flarbinia]

"That was a close one. If Morpheus hadn't intervened, Aclienda would've committed a Masquerade violation too big to keep out of the media." Loki said to Oceanus as he stared through a crystal ball he had bought from a witch during the 18th Century, the glowing red rune implying that it had detected powerful magical energies. "I hope she is up to the tasks Chronos has to give her. The stories about her adopted Pantheon are notorious for heroes undergoing very difficult tasks." Oceanus replied to the God of Mischief as he watched Morpheus leave the alley. "Are you sure that she is the reincarnation of Athena's adopted sister? She doesn't seem to recognize a member of your Pantheon when he showed her his Ancient Greek form." Loki said to Oceanus as the crystal ball went green. "If I am wrong, all the treasures of the sea floor. If I am right, if she is the adopted sister of Athena, if her memories fully return, you will give me a barrel of the best Mead in Asgard." Oceanus said to the trickster before leaving the building. "We will see, Oceanus. We will see." Loki said as he put away the crystal ball.

[Honghai]

Newyork City

"Ugh... I don't like it here... nothing like 'Cali, or all those shows I'd used to watch about NYC..." Aclienda had contemplated.

"Morphie-guy told me to go to the Clocktower... this is Newyork! Aren't there a gazillion 'Clocktowers' here?!?" She now had thought aloud.

Aclienda was walking the streets, looking all-over the place, and remembering what the cyclops and Morpheus had told her about the "Masquerade." She didn't stop walking, because she'd known that if she'd did, she'd probably have a bunch of Newyorkers bumping into her - and... they had told her about "breaking the Masquerade."

Aclienda smiled widely. She was determined on finding this "Clocktower." She'd went somewhere, just to sit down and look-over the brochure again. She'd heard alot, that NYC had good pizza - she, most-certainly could go for a slice - well, more than a slice - rightnow.

She'd thought, back. She just... had the feeling take her over.

"I can't use my power... they said it'd 'break the mask-thingy...' I don't wanna get in trouble again!" She whined, clenching her fists together in trying to show some restraint.

"All these people here, and I can't play with any of them?" She stomped and moved her feet around.

"I want to play! I want to plaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" She fell on the ground, kicking and crying.

Her desire to get in a fight, was way too intense to ignore - especially in a place like NYC - though, she'd already knew what those two people had told her.

[Flarbinia]

Streets Of New York City
"You look lost, magic user. Luckily for you, I know somebody who can show you to the building you are looking for. The price is that you help me catch that shapeshifting thief. Speaking of Magic, the 'Don't Use Magic In Public" rule only applies to using it in front of reliable witnesses and getting caught on camera. So long as you are discreet with your use of Magic, you won't be violating the Masquerade." A falcon said to Aclienda as he landed next to her, a mouse scurrying away from behind a nearby dumpster. "There he is! Get him or the deal is off!" He said to Aclienda as he flew after the mouse, the thief moving faster than a mouse should be able to run in an attempt to get away from its pursuer. As Aclienda's new falcon friend resumed his pursuit of the thief, a hooded skeleton watched from the rooftop of a nearby building. "LOOKS LIKE THAT SORCERER STOLE FROM SOMEBODY HE SHOULDN'T HAVE. CONSIDERING HOW MANY TIMES HE'S PLACED HIMSELF IN LIFE THREATENING SITUATIONS IN ORDER TO GET A BIG SCORE, HE WILL BE MEETING ME SOONER OR LATER." Death thought he turned his attention to several hourglasses and heading to the other side of the city.

[Honghai]

Streets Of New York City
"You look lost, magic user. Luckily for you, I know somebody who can show you to the building you are looking for. The price is that you help me catch that shapeshifting thief. Speaking of Magic, the 'Don't Use Magic In Public" rule only applies to using it in front of reliable witnesses and getting caught on camera. So long as you are discreet with your use of Magic, you won't be violating the Masquerade." A falcon said to Aclienda as he landed next to her, a mouse scurrying away from behind a nearby dumpster. "There he is! Get him or the deal is off!" He said to Aclienda as he flew after the mouse, the thief moving faster than a mouse should be able to run in an attempt to get away from its pursuer. As Aclienda's new falcon friend resumed his pursuit of the thief, a hooded skeleton watched from the rooftop of a nearby building. "LOOKS LIKE THAT SORCERER STOLE FROM SOMEBODY HE SHOULDN'T HAVE. CONSIDERING HOW MANY TIMES HE'S PLACED HIMSELF IN LIFE THREATENING SITUATIONS IN ORDER TO GET A BIG SCORE, HE WILL BE MEETING ME SOONER OR LATER." Death thought he turned his attention to several hourglasses and heading to the other side of the city.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I can pla- wait...." Aclienda was confused.

So much of them telling her "Don't do this, it'll break the masquerade," and whatnot - so much of her getting in trouble and them saying they wouldn't listen to her reasons.

She scratched her head, feeling like she was being tricked or played somehow.

"Morphie and uh... the Sike-lots... they want me to try to use my abilities so that they can yell at me again..." She started crying.

"Also... how... that bird is tal-"

She cut herself off. While wary and hesitant of doing anything that'd get into trouble, she'd took out her spear. She looked around, still unsure of herself.

"I can never do what I want!" She jumped up and down.

She, very annoyed, and visibly frustrated with Morpheus, the Cyclops, Newyork City, and everything else recently - she just threw her spear at both the falcon and the mouse, using the wind to guide it.

"Die! You're all such.... You slimy little worms, why do you all send me here? Why tease me and hurt my feelings? You put something infront of my way knowing I'd want to beat it... you yell at me all the time and treat me like I'm six, or something! I hate you all! I'm better than you - and much prettier! You are just jelly of me! And not even a yummy PB-&-J sandwich at that! I hate you, Morph-us!" Her face reddened, and she'd continue to jump up and down and stomp.

Already she was loud - and naturally - but... her calm, reserved nature seemed to boil into frustration and arrogance.


"You silly bird! Birds can't talk! And why send me to a big-big-big city, there's 50 gazillion people here! I can't find the Clocktower! I can't eat! I can't do anything, because I am being played with!" She roared.

She wanted to use her Aerokinesis and destroy everything around her, but she was far too concerned about Morpheus, and being placed into another realistic dream.

"I'm not doing what you say! You two are not the boss of me! Leave me alone!" She screeched.

[Flarbinia]

The mouse was caught by the falcon and was dropped in front of Aclienda, transforming back into a fully clothed Human. "I am Wolf. I know which clocktower you're looking for and I can take you to the guy you're looking for. Just keep your new bird friend away from me. And put that spear back where you pulled it out of. We ain't bein' attacked by a monster right now." The Sorcerer said to Aclienda as the falcon who had grabbed him flew away. "Judging by your little breakdown, you found out that you could use Magic but are frustrated by the secrecy placed on it. I understand how you feel. I was pissed when I found out that I had to keep my power hidden. However, as your new shapeshifting buddy told you, the Masquerade, the rules that keep the Supernatural hidden from regular people, requires us to be discreet with the use of Magic. What I am saying is that the cause of whatever problems you faced back home was that you were casting spells in front of reliable witnesses and/or got caught on camera. Wait, did you say Morpheus? The Greek God of Dreams must've been in a generous mood to help you out with that Masquerade violation." Wolf said to Aclienda as he walked over to a nearby sandwich stand and bought two meals before using a Charm to erase all mention of the past few minutes. "Eat up. It's bad to meet somebody when you're on an empty stomach." Wolf said as he handed her a sandwich.

[Honghai]

The mouse was caught by the falcon and was dropped in front of Aclienda, transforming back into a fully clothed Human. "I am Wolf. I know which clocktower you're looking for and I can take you to the guy you're looking for. Just keep your new bird friend away from me. And put that spear back where you pulled it out of. We ain't bein' attacked by a monster right now." The Sorcerer said to Aclienda as the falcon who had grabbed him flew away. "Judging by your little breakdown, you found out that you could use Magic but are frustrated by the secrecy placed on it. I understand how you feel. I was pissed when I found out that I had to keep my power hidden. However, as your new shapeshifting buddy told you, the Masquerade, the rules that keep the Supernatural hidden from regular people, requires us to be discreet with the use of Magic. What I am saying is that the cause of whatever problems you faced back home was that you were casting spells in front of reliable witnesses and/or got caught on camera. Wait, did you say Morpheus? The Greek God of Dreams must've been in a generous mood to help you out with that Masquerade violation." Wolf said to Aclienda as he walked over to a nearby sandwich stand and bought two meals before using a Charm to erase all mention of the past few minutes. "Eat up. It's bad to meet somebody when you're on an empty stomach." Wolf said as he handed her a sandwich.

Aclienda was still confused, and shook her head. She was unsure if this was another illusion placed on her by Morpheus. She didn't trust anything, anymore. She'd felt like she was being deceived and just tossed around willy-nilly. She'd immediately take the sandwich and eat it.

"But.... I thought the birdie said I had to stop you... You're not stopped... you're still talking! And, I hate rats! Disgusting..." Even though she'd taken the sandwich and ate it, she was now backing away from Wolf.

With her Aerokinesis, she'd brought back her spear to her, then put it away.

"You're not my daddy... none of you are! I don't listen to you! You all can't stop me! Not even a dunderhead like you! Silly dunderhead... you're a dummy... and...

I have no friendsies. I am not with the birdie. I am not with Morph-us. I am doing chores to get unbanned from the pizza place. But, I am alone. I have been alone this whole, entire, time. No-one cares about me!" She'd started to whine, also emoting with her bluish-purple eyes.

"And... I was this-creaky! Or... whatever... I was INVISIBLE, for crying-out-loud, you stupid craphead! They couldn't see me! It was just the wind! Who knows what really happened? I was gone - I might've left... to go play with my Barbies or something..." She was trying to explain to Wolf and give her side of the story.

"I take selfies and... all sorts'a pics all the time - you can't take a pic of THE WIND, silly rat!"

"I went to school... I even went to a big-big-big school - I took film and picture-stuff! I am smart! And you can't trick me! Morph-us can't trick me! What is he gonna do, knock me uncompass? All they do is lie... lie and treat me funny...

I miss my Sis..." She started to get moody and wistful.

[Flarbinia]

"You can't take a selfie of the wind, but you can film somebody turning invisible. That was most likely the Masquerade violation that got you in trouble with the Cyclops who banned you from your favorite pizza place. Morpheus, the Greek God of Dreams, wouldn't lie to some random stranger he's met when he has nothing to gain from it. Also, your shapeshifting buddy asked you to help him catch me when I was in mouse form. Mouse, not rat." Wolf said to Aclienda as he flicked his wrist, the spear teleporting into his other hand. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we need to get going. I said that I would take you to the clocktower you're looking for and, magic using thief or not, I am a man of my word. If I wasn't that trustworthy, I wouldn't be able to pawn off any of my loot and the landlord would be visiting me with an eviction notice. And don't threaten me with your spear again or try to use your Magic against me. I have a Wand of Ice in my pocket and a fully loaded Smith & Wesson 9mm in the other and I ain't afraid to use either. That ain't a threat, that's a promise. One I won't hesitate to keep if you don't heed my warning and prove to be a threat." Wolf said to Aclienda as he teleported her spear back into her hand, patting his pockets to prove that he wasn't lying about the wand or the gun.

[Honghai]

"You can't take a selfie of the wind, but you can film somebody turning invisible. That was most likely the Masquerade violation that got you in trouble with the Cyclops who banned you from your favorite pizza place. Morpheus, the Greek God of Dreams, wouldn't lie to some random stranger he's met when he has nothing to gain from it. Also, your shapeshifting buddy asked you to help him catch me when I was in mouse form. Mouse, not rat." Wolf said to Aclienda as he flicked his wrist, the spear teleporting into his other hand. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we need to get going. I said that I would take you to the clocktower you're looking for and, magic using thief or not, I am a man of my word. If I wasn't that trustworthy, I wouldn't be able to pawn off any of my loot and the landlord would be visiting me with an eviction notice. And don't threaten me with your spear again or try to use your Magic against me. I have a Wand of Ice in my pocket and a fully loaded Smith & Wesson 9mm in the other and I ain't afraid to use either. That ain't a threat, that's a promise. One I won't hesitate to keep if you don't heed my warning and prove to be a threat." Wolf said to Aclienda as he teleported her spear back into her hand, patting his pockets to prove that he wasn't lying about the wand or the gun.

"N-no-uh! 'Snotfaire! I didn't threaten you.... the birdie had told me I had to catch you, you stole stuff-uh! You are a stealer! It's not my fault, it's the little birdies'! You're threatening me now-uh!" Aclienda whined.

She walked closer to him - and now, the spear was in her hand. She'd put it away but somehow, he'd pulled it away from her and then gave it back to Aclienda to prove some sort of point.

She put the spear away again, then walked closer to him.

"You think you can threaten me? I am not a dummy! I remember! I fought a whole lotta people! I know how to plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy..... You're so sensitive.... I don't want to fight you-uh... but I wanna say that, I am not afraid to spear-spear-spear you like my sister Athenie-weenie!" She shouted, now smiling widely.

"I didn't prove nothin! I'm innocent! The birdie told me to catchya.... It's not my faaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllttttttttt....." She whined again, falling on her knees and taking both his hands, pleading to him.

"I don't want to prove nothin. I fought many many many people, many many many things. I think that's why Morph-us is chicken. He's chicken-bawk-bawk because he don't want to fight me! He's a scaredy-cat! And that other guy - not the sike-lots, but the other guy! Everyone was scared of me! If you have a gun, and I have wind, why should I be scared of you-uh? But, silly mousey-wousey, I don't wanna play with you. I don't like you. You are trying to scare me, but it was the bird who told me. He said, 'do it or deals' off,' I wanted to kill you both - but the spear didn't stab-stab-stab any of you, though..." Her mood changed again, she'd cry. She'd looked in Wolf's eyes, waiting for what he was going to say.

[Flarbinia]

"Look, I'm trying to help you here. That shapeshifter asked you to help him catch me and despite you doing nothing to help him, he still handed me over to you because you can't find a certain clocktower. Yes, I am a thief, but not every Magic user has a fuckin' sanctum full of potions and Grimoires or some secret vault full of gold just waiting to be inherited. Hell, the rent on my crappy apartment is highway robbery. Never mock a Greek God. They don't take too kindly to any insults. As for threats, you were the one who pulled out the spear. All I did was point out that I won't hesitate to defend myself with Ice Magic or hot lead. Consider yourself lucky you didn't encounter anyone with less restraint or you'd find out that bullets are faster and deadlier than the wind. Now that we've gotten that I've made everything as clear as I can, we really need to get going. The faster I get you to the owner of the clocktower, the sooner I can stop playing tour guide. Speaking of clocktowers, that particular one has increased security recently, so you might want to stash any weapons you have on you wherever you were keeping them." Wolf said to Aclienda as he helped her up.

[Honghai]

"Look, I'm trying to help you here. That shapeshifter asked you to help him catch me and despite you doing nothing to help him, he still handed me over to you because you can't find a certain clocktower. Yes, I am a thief, but not every Magic user has a fuckin' sanctum full of potions and Grimoires or some secret vault full of gold just waiting to be inherited. Hell, the rent on my crappy apartment is highway robbery. Never mock a Greek God. They don't take too kindly to any insults. As for threats, you were the one who pulled out the spear. All I did was point out that I won't hesitate to defend myself with Ice Magic or hot lead. Consider yourself lucky you didn't encounter anyone with less restraint or you'd find out that bullets are faster and deadlier than the wind. Now that we've gotten that I've made everything as clear as I can, we really need to get going. The faster I get you to the owner of the clocktower, the sooner I can stop playing tour guide. Speaking of clocktowers, that particular one has increased security recently, so you might want to stash any weapons you have on you wherever you were keeping them." Wolf said to Aclienda as he helped her up.

"Uh, but silly wabbit - I am a Greek God. My sister is Athenie, I just toldja! Also, not really..." Aclienda used her aerokinesis, though trying to do so discretely, the wind pushing Wolf backwards but then picking him up back on his feet.

[Flarbinia]

"A Greek God? I've read the Myths and there is no mention of you in any of them. Sure, Greek Mythology changed a lot over the centuries- Aphrodite was associated with war in some parts of Ancient Grreece, Zeus and Hades were originally considered the same God, there are multiple versions of Medusa's origin story, the number of heads the Hydra can grow back after decapitation, etc.- and there are some Greek Gods that don't get the spotlight- Phthonus, God Of Jealousy, barely got a Wikipedia page- but that doesn't change the fact that even the oldest Myths do not refer to Athena having any adopted sisters. That means you're either delusional or some forgotten Goddess who used to hang out with Athena and only remembers that detail. I honestly don't care either way. On an unrelated note, looks like you've found one way to use your wind powers discretely." Wolf said to Aclienda as he stood up and dusted off his clothes. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we need to get moving. That clocktower you're lookin' closes at sunset and I prefer to be home before dark. I've got some hot goods to fence tomorrow and my landlord is pissed over being two weeks late on the rent." Wolf said to her.

[Honghai]

"A Greek God? I've read the Myths and there is no mention of you in any of them. Sure, Greek Mythology changed a lot over the centuries- Aphrodite was associated with war in some parts of Ancient Grreece, Zeus and Hades were originally considered the same God, there are multiple versions of Medusa's origin story, the number of heads the Hydra can grow back after decapitation, etc.- and there are some Greek Gods that don't get the spotlight- Phthonus, God Of Jealousy, barely got a Wikipedia page- but that doesn't change the fact that even the oldest Myths do not refer to Athena having any adopted sisters. That means you're either delusional or some forgotten Goddess who used to hang out with Athena and only remembers that detail. I honestly don't care either way. On an unrelated note, looks like you've found one way to use your wind powers discretely." Wolf said to Aclienda as he stood up and dusted off his clothes. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we need to get moving. That clocktower you're lookin' closes at sunset and I prefer to be home before dark. I've got some hot goods to fence tomorrow and my landlord is pissed over being two weeks late on the rent." Wolf said to her.

"No mention of me in the myths? I fought everyone and everything!" Aclienda almost was about to whine and cry, until she'd realized -

maybe she wasn't in the records because she represents Breath and Air - and Air doesn't leave much of a trace. It, itself was discrete. But...

Aclienda didn't like not being able to do things she'd wanted to do.

"Okaysies! But... Why can't I also help you with the rent? Isn't there a better way to get money besides stealing?" Aclienda calmly asked.

[Flarbinia]

"One thing at a time, newcomer. One thing at a time." Wolf said to Aclienda as he escorted her to his car and unlocked it. "Surprised that it's still here? Don't be. This old clunker ain't worth the effort to steal it. Two hundred miles on her, transmission one bump in the road from being shot, bumper held in place by duct tape, paintjob all scratched up, suspension has another year or two left before it needs to be replaced, radiator held together by some glue and a cheap self-mending spell. I know a guy who'd gladly pay to overhaul my uncle's old car enough to sell it, but Sal won't be available for the next three weeks and I'll be lucky if he gives me a good price for it. The sign might say 'Trusty Sal', but don't be fooled. That guy has the quickest silver tongue on the East Coast and would gladly bluff the Devil himself if he thought the money was worth the risk and skip town once he's luck started to run out. He is also a Wizard, so don't piss him off if you don't want to get Hexed on your way out the door." Wolf said as he got in the driver's seat and pressed the button to unlike the passenger side door.

[Honghai]

"One thing at a time, newcomer. One thing at a time." Wolf said to Aclienda as he escorted her to his car and unlocked it. "Surprised that it's still here? Don't be. This old clunker ain't worth the effort to steal it. Two hundred miles on her, transmission one bump in the road from being shot, bumper held in place by duct tape, paintjob all scratched up, suspension has another year or two left before it needs to be replaced, radiator held together by some glue and a cheap self-mending spell. I know a guy who'd gladly pay to overhaul my uncle's old car enough to sell it, but Sal won't be available for the next three weeks and I'll be lucky if he gives me a good price for it. The sign might say 'Trusty Sal', but don't be fooled. That guy has the quickest silver tongue on the East Coast and would gladly bluff the Devil himself if he thought the money was worth the risk and skip town once he's luck started to run out. He is also a Wizard, so don't piss him off if you don't want to get Hexed on your way out the door." Wolf said as he got in the driver's seat and pressed the button to unlike the passenger side door.

Aclienda, annoyed at Wolf's threat - mentioning Sal was a wizard, and that he'd might hex her - rolled her eyes at him. She was keeping quiet now, but visibly annoyed. Not even her composed nature could hold it in, atleast - not anymore. It'd seemed like, everyone she'd met, was taking potshots and jabs at her. And Aclienda had enough of it. She'd had enough of people disrespecting her, all this time.

She'd opened the passengers' door and got in, still seething in anger. Still silent, and not wanting to talk to Wolf anymore.

[Flarbinia]

"In case you're wondering, that wasn't a threat. That was me warning you about 'Trusty Sal'. The West Coast might have its fair share of con men, but that ain't got nothin' on an unscrupulous Wizard who sells Used Cars for a living." Wolf said to Aclienda as he drove towards the clocktower she was looking for. After a couple of hours, they arrived at their destination, a man opening the doors of the building for Aclienda as Wolf turned the key, the car engine stopping. "I hope your meeting with Father Time goes well. I wish I could stay after he introduces himself to you, but the owner suspects that I might try to steal something. I don't blame him. He caught me stealing from his reliquary twice. What? I'm a thief. Magical artifacts are worth a lot if I sell it to the right guy who knows a guy who knows a guy and he's old enough to have gathered some very valuable ones." Wolf said to Aclineda as he got out of the car.

[Honghai]

"In case you're wondering, that wasn't a threat. That was me warning you about 'Trusty Sal'. The West Coast might have its fair share of con men, but that ain't got nothin' on an unscrupulous Wizard who sells Used Cars for a living." Wolf said to Aclienda as he drove towards the clocktower she was looking for. After a couple of hours, they arrived at their destination, a man opening the doors of the building for Aclienda as Wolf turned the key, the car engine stopping. "I hope your meeting with Father Time goes well. I wish I could stay after he introduces himself to you, but the owner suspects that I might try to steal something. I don't blame him. He caught me stealing from his reliquary twice. What? I'm a thief. Magical artifacts are worth a lot if I sell it to the right guy who knows a guy who knows a guy and he's old enough to have gathered some very valuable ones." Wolf said to Aclineda as he got out of the car.

Aclienda, very much tired and frustrated of Wolf and all of this - just stayed quiet and tried to reserve herself. And desperately, she'd wanted to fight. She'd wanted also, to prove herself to all of those people who'd kept on pestering her. She'd tired of the mortals and their laws - especially the "Masquerade." She'd tired, so much, of all of this.

To her, all of this was just beating around the bush. No one was getting to the point. Aclienda may have died and reincarnated so many times, but she'd knew that back then in Greece, the gods were proud. They weren't pansies hiding from mortals.

Though, too, many a story was told - especially about Greek Gods doing horrible things to mortals. And, was Aclienda adding-onto that? She'd wanted to destroy - to prove a lesson to Morpheus and the cyclops and everyone else. She'd hated the couple, Wolf, and...

That other person...

making fun of her and CONSTANTLY underestimating her. But... Aclienda was just going to reserve and restrain her emotion. She wasn't going to say much of anything - because, she'd knew - and felt like - no-one was listening-to her anyways.

No-one really cared about her; she was alone all this time. And she'd wanted to sob - but she'd held it together. She'd just... made her mind empty and went on autopilot.

Wolf had got out the car...

Aclienda would, too. But, she was already tired of him and his talking. She hated following him. She'd hated being blamed for "threatening" him, when it was the bird who'd put her up to it. And, this, had taken a toll on her.

She couldn't play or do much of anything. She was bound. And right about now, she'd wanted to play with her Aerokinesis - but she'd knew if she'd did, Morpheus or somebody who'd thought themselves "better than her," would accuse her of "breaking the Masquerade."

She was unhappy. But, she didn't show any signs of it, atall. She was unsatisfied, with all of this. Why did Aclienda have to live, like this? Seems like the mortals are freer than the gods...

[Flarbinia]

"Welcome, Aclienda. He is expecting you on the top floor. Your new friend will have to stay in the lobby, I'm afraid. My employer does not forget about those who steal from him." The doorman said to Aclienda as he ushered her in, his glamor failing for a moment, revealing a pair of goat horns. "Well, I'm gonna have to get back to my place anyway. I would say 'see you later', but whether or not we meet again is purely up to chance." Wolf said to Aclienda before heading back to his car. The guards searched her after she passed through the metal detector, finding only the brochure and her wallet. "I know that it feels like you're going through JFK, but you must understand that we are only doing this to ensure the safety of the staff after a little incident we had recently. Four motherfuckers came in here and started killing the people working the night shift, then headed upstairs and vanished into thin air. I don't know what they were after, but the fact that two of them were using fully automatic weapons means it must be something valuable. How do I know that? One of the things I learned when I was wearing a police badge for a living was the pattern of bullet holes left by certain types of illegal firearms. The point is that we need to improve our security so that we don't have to worry about a repeat of that series of unfortunate events." One of the security guards said to her, his accent indicating that he was from Chicago. "I apologize for the inconvenience, but you will have to take the stairs. The elevator is broken and we haven't hired a new guy to fix it." The guard added, not wanting to delay her any further.