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Post by Irissia Jones on Feb 10, 2012 17:35:07 GMT -5
She pulled the string back. Her mind wandering as she aimed at the small crack that led into a different tunnel. Many would say the shot was impossible. And many monsters gathered to laugh at her pride as she snorted at the best archer. Saying she could hit the wall through that small thin crack, and that unless you were Apollo, or Arthemis you couldn’t make it. Then again this was Irissia, the one who never misses, destined to always catch her prey. No consiquences.
Her ivy green eyes scanned the room as if proving she wasn’t paying the slightest attention as she let go of the string. The arrow hitting the target in the dead center. The monsters on the other side of the tunnel muttering something in Greek. But she was Roman and cared not for them. Walking to the wall she pulled out her arrow from Arthemis. Brushing the tip and fixing it, it being a gift from the goddess it tended to last.
Irissia then put the arrow with the rest on her back. Slinging her bow back on as she bent down to collect the bag of drachmas the monsters threw with disdain at her. His violet eyes poisonous, but she growled, a low deep menancing growl. She could feel her body tense ready to spring out like a Siberian Husky and knock the fool over and kill him. She was cold in a way. Raised by wolves, fearless, wandering. She had no purpose, no friends, no allies, and a lot of enemies. But they never dared attack. They didn’t know who she was, but they knew she must have been blessed by both her parents and the gods because she was still around. And that was true, Aphrodite watched over her, since Irissia did belong to the goddess of beauty. Arthemis is a friend of her’s who wanted her to join the Hunters, but Aphrodite kept her from doing so. And her father was in the stars, destined to always catch his prey. Zeus was probably one of the only gods she didn’t like and didn’t like her.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 11, 2012 23:10:52 GMT -5
Arcane had been watching, knowing Irissia's reputation but still doubting her ability to hit the target. Although he had not bet either for or against her, he still felt impressed enough to give her a bit of a donation. Making his way to the front of the crowd, he threw a sack of drachma onto the ground - part of a collection he'd saved up from unfortunate demigods he'd come across over the ages.
"Enjoy," he grinned.
(Sorry it's short... I'm really tired and not in a very creative, writing mood, right now...)
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Post by Irissia Jones on Feb 12, 2012 13:16:57 GMT -5
Irissia glared at Arcane. She never acted kindly to monsters, and she usually classified herself as a magical creature rather than beast. She didn’t approve of their eating habits, since she like her dog side ate wild animals. Still loyal to the human race. Her voice a bit rude “It’s not for me,” she told him kicking up the bag and catching it before spinning around and walking down the tunnel. Her bow and arrows resting on her back naturally as she pulled off her leather glove. The black glove matching the black jacket she wore perfectly. Tightening the strings on her boots she then moved forward. Her clothes was worn and old, a bit burnt but looked like the wild. Her hair was not lose as she ran her hand through it like a brush before pulling it back. The lustrious waves were obviously thanks to Aphrodite who helped keep her looking nice and pretty, since she in a way represented the goddess of Beauty.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 12, 2012 13:25:34 GMT -5
Arcane sighed, wanting someone to talk to, and ran to catch up to her as the rest of the crowd grumbled about loosing money and how she must have cheated, somehow, and dispersed to go their separate ways. "Leaving so soon?" he asked, knowing Irissia probably didn't want to talk. But he would get her into talking, eventually. He always did. Whoever he met, no matter how uptight or shy, would always end up talking to him. He'd learned how to make anyone talk over the years. It was all part of his 'trust me' act with mortals and demigods. "So who might the money be for, then?" he asked, hoping to both start conversation and learn more about this girl.
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Post by Lauren Gray on Feb 12, 2012 13:34:06 GMT -5
Irissia felt rather annoyed that he actually wanted to talk. But she didn’t slow down and continued to make her way towards the surface “I have places to be,” she replied with a snarl. As if saying, the place was away from him. His second question made her pause then enter the bright lights of New York “They are for the people you stole them from,” she replied coldly as she walked across the street heading towards an orphanage that was a couple blocks down.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 12, 2012 13:38:26 GMT -5
Arcane grinned as he came to the conclusion she was giving them to mortals, though which ones he didn't know. "You do realize those are golden drachma, right?" he asked, knowing mortals used a completely different money system than the world hidden from them by the Mist. "The most they could ever do with those is melt them down and make some decorations or rings or something.
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Post by Lauren Gray on Feb 12, 2012 13:48:17 GMT -5
Irissia turned to face him. Her eyes blazing with annoyance “You do realize I’m not an idiot right?” she snapped. Then spinning around she continued walking towards the orphanage. The mist making it seem like she was carrying some sort of instrument case on her back rather than a bow and some arrows. She didn’t wait for the light to turn green for her to cross since the traffic was rather slow and just crossed rather impatiently. The cars honking in protest as they awaited her to pass them. She honestly wasn’t fond of this guy, he for one never learned to get a cue that she didn’t like speaking to any mortals eaters, let alone him.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 12, 2012 14:00:38 GMT -5
Arcane didn't go away, though. He stayed right beside her, still talking. "Then what are you going to do? Just hand them gold?" he asked with a slight laugh. "You know it's not that common for a monster to be giving back to mortals," he said with a raised eyebrow. If anyone was listening to their conversation, they'd probably either think they were crazy or talking in code with the mention of monsters and mortals and golden drachma and such.
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Post by Lauren Gray on Feb 12, 2012 17:03:06 GMT -5
When he called her a monster she snapped grabbing him by the shoulder and pushing him back nearly against a building. "I'm not, nor will I ever be one of you," her voice lethal as she let go and walked away as if nothing occurred. She didn't need him. The orphanage was nearing and her eyes narrowed slightly.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 12, 2012 17:51:52 GMT -5
"Then why are you staying with us?" he asked as he walked back up, ignoring what had happened a moment ago. He wasn't one to take offense and he could tell she wasn't like other monsters - ruthless and cruel. Well, maybe she was, but not for the same reasons. "It's not like I meant offense or anything," he added as he came up behind her and was soon at Irissia's side, again, hands in his pockets and eyes calm as if Irissia didn't hate him without even knowing him.
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Post by Garret Williams on Feb 12, 2012 17:56:01 GMT -5
Irissia glared at him "I wasn't. All I needed was some drachmas." which was true she hadn't set foot in the female bunks. She had just arrived after all and wouldn't plan on staying. Standing infront of the orphanage she turned to him "Hurt any of them and I swear my next arrow will shot your head. And I never miss," her threat cruel as she glared at him
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 12, 2012 18:24:31 GMT -5
"Always expecting the worst out of us," he sighed. "You know a lot of us don't hurt mortals or demigods or anyone other than in self defense or when we're hungry," he informed her, hoping it would change her view of him a little. He didn't like when people hated him. He made it his personal duty to change their minds.
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Post by Irissia Jones on Feb 13, 2012 15:41:17 GMT -5
Irissia glared at him “Well I don’t hurt them at all.” Her voice a snarl. She never ate a mortal or demi-god. And the only time she fought them was when they were killing the innocent or killing her. Which was rarely since she had the tendency of avoiding fights and uprisings.
Flicking around she walked in. Going to a small counter and setting her things down. Though under her leather jacket a belt holding small daggers could be seen, this she would typically take off as well. But since a true monster, human eating and all was with her…well let’s say if he comes close to scratching one child he will find all the daggers flying at him, and her prey would be caught. Like always.
The children seeing her jumped up and down. Their small faces filled with joy as their care taker sighed in relief. “It’s glad to have you back. They wouldn’t stop pestering me!” she laughed. Irissia grinned, “I brought some drachmas, can you go get some stuff for them?” she asked the lady who stared at Arcane suspiciously, the daughter of Hestia giving Irissia a look as if saying ‘whats a monster doing here?’ she shrugged and her gave said ‘don’t’ ask me.’
A small girl tugged at Irissia’s jacket smiling “Irissia you came back!” she smiled. And Irissia grinned pulling off her shoes “I promised I would continue coming back until it’s time for me to go…” she told the girl. Knowing that she never stayed at a place for long. Scooping up the little girl she carried her over to the other kids who soon crowded around. Irissia ignored Arcane, pretending like he wasn’t there. But the small kids didn’t soon crowding around him as well “Who are you?” “What are you doing here?” all questions came hurling at him and Irissia glared at him, her eyes pretty much telling him to be as kind as possible.
Irissia sat down at a chair, the little girls crowding around her and tugged at her hair, which remained soft and brown. They started to braid with laughing and chatting as Irissia pulled out a drachma “Anybody care for a story?” she asked with a smile. The kids soon crowding infront of her as they all grew silent to hear her, knowing from previous visits she isn’t necessarily the most patient of their visitors.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 13, 2012 16:54:09 GMT -5
Arcane couldn't help but to smile as they walked in. So, this was how she got away with giving them drachma. He could smell the scent of Hestia on the girl at the counter. She was a demigod. He noticed the look the woman gave him but gave no mind to it. But soon the kids were crowding around him as Irissia was dragged away. He could tell these children looked forward to the visits Irissia made and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did something to screw it all up. As they began asking questions, Arcane answered each of them, some replies being fake, others true.
"Who are you?" one had asked. Before he could answer, another was soon asking why he was there. Having been making up secret identities for centuries, each question was answered without hesitation or truth. "My name's Carter," he smiled, using his usual alias. "And I'm here because I was wondering where my friend over there was running off to, all the time."
Before he could answer any more questions, Irissia had sat in a chair and was getting ready to tell a story. So, seeing as how Irissia had taken off her shoes, Arcane did the same, following her lead and hoping he didn't do anything wrong. He had a feeling that, if he did, he'd be dead the next second. After all, if she could hit a target with a bow and arrow from between a crack in a wall, she could definitely hit him from such a close range with no obstacles in the way. Walking over, behind the children, he sat, cross-legged, in the back, listening, as well, to the story.
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Post by Irissia Jones on Feb 13, 2012 17:22:58 GMT -5
Irissia glared at Arcane. Clearly not showing friendlyness "He's only here to see you guys. He's just a...colleague." she told them a cold edge in her voice making her dislike of him clear. Sighing she smiled warmly at the small children.
Tossing the drachma and catching it "If ever their cones a time when you get a wish. Don't use it. I told you last time of a dog called Laelaps. Today I tell you of his owner," she told them. It took her three visits before she realized they loved Greek mythology, then again they were being raised by a Demi-god. And some of them were Demi-gods as well. Like the girl braiding her hair. Daughter of Aurora.
"His owner was king Milos. Who was just another person. But he had a bit of a curse..." she held out the golden coin. "Everything he touched turned into gold." she told them. She continued on about the king telling then whatever she remembered and passing them some of the drachmas she kept on her. The children knew these stories like fairy tales, which was great since Irissia didn't know of their Snow White or Ariel.
Getting up she watched the door open the daughter of Hestia having returned with food and clothing for the children. "Dinner time!" she called and the kids rushed to her as she made her way to the kitchen.
Irissia turned to face Arcane her eyes still dark and mistrustful.
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