Who: Mara and Poseidon What: Roaming Witch finds Pissy Water God Where: Street a block or so from his office building to points unknown When: Monday evening, December 27, 2010 Warnings: TBD but definitely language
The ground had been shaking too regularly to be New York City. And the rising water line was playing merry hell, no pun intended, with the sewer and drainage systems, especially with the weather they'd been having. Just before it had begun to cease Mara picked up on an energy signature connected with the quakes and water. Her response was an irritated what the fuck before she sat down in her circle to start scrying for the source.
Imagine her surprise! Another Greek!
She shoved some of the scry results into a crystal pendant and wearing the dress Satan gave her for Not Christmas, then headed out in a biker jacket and combat boots to track this dude down.
She was standing there holding the gently glowing pendant in the still snow covered sidewalk as he rounded the corner of the building, glaring. "Right. So which one are you then?" It's like a text adventure, except with midgets.
The penthouse was a tad too quiet for his tastes, though the office wasn't the best stomping ground for the temperamental god either. The repairs to be done for his angry rages, let alone the unrest he was causing the city was just but a prick of what he was capable of. However, as this wasn't the old days, the prolonged temper tantrum was making him tired.
Buttoning his coat, as he rounded the corner of his building he was confronted with a pretty face and a tone he wasn't comfortable with. "Excuse me?" he seethed, those dark brows lowering over his eyes in threat.
She sighed, tossing the last of a cigarette into the snow. "Sprechen sie English? I said: Which one. Are you."
The wind tugged at her hair and she shook her head to clear it out of the way so she could light another cigarette, the pendant stuffed away into a pocket now that she's found her target. "Geezus."
"Which one what?" he spoke huskily, eyes narrowed, feeling that presence that proved she was one like himself. Who he wasn't certain, but he could already sense he didn't like her. He wasn't about to be given the inquisition, he wasn't in the mood.
"I don't believe I know you, so fuck off," at that he pushed past her, long legs in stride carrying his strong body despite any weakness he felt.
Her shoulder pushed back with his momentum and she glowered as she turned to watch him. That close proximity gave her a little more of an idea. One of the originals...sort of...but on a level with underworld dude.
"Zeus doesn't fuck around with earthquakes or water levels. I've met Hades and this tantrum like shit doesn't seem his style."
Poseidon paused whipping around with a smirk on his face, though he was far from amused. A deep, hearty chuckle as he took those steps forward. The talk of his brothers never set him in the best direction unless they were fighting each other, or they needed his help.
Tilting his head to the side, eyes moving easily over her form before meeting her eyes. "What, is it messing with your hair or that pretty little manicure?" The smirk faded to a much darker look.
She looked up at him and didn't quite exhale the cigarette smoke into his face, but it might have been because of a convenient breeze.
"That doesn't help, but no." She flicked the cigarette into the street, seemingly not afraid to be staring down an old god. She's either incredibly brave or certifiably insane. With her record of being in and out of institutions, let's go with insane.
She was pressing wasn't she? That wouldn't do at all. Looking down on her with more distaste than interest.
"Please," he spoke in a haughty voice with a roll of his eyes. "As if I care about the balance of things." Poseidon would do what he wanted without some insignificant girl telling him how to run his show.
"Who are you to tell me what can be done?" Snort.
"Funny." She tilted her head a little, nonplussed by his huff puff attitude. Please. She lives with Satan and hangs with Lucifer, and been threatened by both. Not to mention, she really doesn't have a lot of respect for her own well being.
"I don't recall telling you what you can or can't do. I told you what your actions were causing. If you're going to be all loom and doom at least get your facts straight."
Poseidon cocked his head to the side before forcing her against the wall with a thud, voice a deep and eerie whisper. "I haven't the time for this. Back off or I'll do more than stare down your shirt. Who sent you?" He'd gotten the feeling some eyes were on him, not his own spies, but someone else was playing allusive.
She grimaced as her back hit the oh so solid wall followed by the back of her head. FUCKING ow!...shit!
"Nobody sent me, you prick! I came on my own because shit was out of wack! I'm a witch!"
His arm kept her braced against the wall, not a single movement on his face as she explained herself. "A witch?" he repeated. Oh that was laughable. "Go bother someone else," his teeth bared. The ground trembled under them if only for a second. "Poseidon. Now you know, now fuck off, unless you think there's something to be done," he flicked the collar of her jacket with his finger. He grinned.
She kept looking him dead in the face while he snarled at her, holding her against the wall. Once he let her go with the demeaning flick to her coat she grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes.
"That depends, water god." She rubbed at the back of her head with a frown. "You haven't thought this through, have you? I've read the boards. I know you're looking for something."
He had already advanced a few long strides before he heard her words, whipping around in a huff. He pointed an angry finger at her. "You know nothing about it," he snarled. He stepped back in front of her, towering in his height and looking down with anger.
Unless this little twit thought she could help him, or knew of anything he would shove her back against the wall, this time less pleasantly.
Ok that was kind of intimidating. It showed a bit in her eyes if you looked for it but she refused to cringe in on herself or give ground. It's an arrogance thing.
"Nope. But maybe I could help you find it." She smirked a bit hesitantly as she pulled out the crystal pendant. "Found you, didn't I?"
"You," that voice dark in it's manner, "help me, and for what?" Poseidon knew the games, most wanted something in return. Snarl.
"In all respect," he put a hand to his chest with a light laugh, "I'm not all that discreet."
"Ya think?" She huffed with a lopsided smirk for the discreet comment. Seriously. The shaking broke one of her favorite glass balls when it rolled off the shelf.
"But I am." The smirk was beginning a grin. When he wasn't being all doom cloud he was kind of hot.
"And for what...well...what can you offer me?"
His eyes raked over her again, this time not with as much distaste as before. "Depends on what your asking for," he crossed his arms.
"I've got my own spies," though some good they were doing him. Mortals today were worthless.
She shrugged a shoulder. She really didn't need anything. She was just bored and wanting a distraction from that damned redheaded angel.
"Buy me a few drinks and we can talk about what a necromancer can do that spies can't."
She grinned. Her area of mystical expertise was something she was proud of.
He eyed her for a moment, head cocked to the side as if deciding whether or not he needed her help.
"You fail," he peeked his brows, "I'm done being nice." His chin motioned for her to follow as he proceeded to walk down the street. "Let's go," was his dark demand.
There were dozens of local bars, the more high class on this end of town. A fifteen minute walk later and they reached the one he'd been heading toward in the beginning before she stalked up.
"I fail?" she asked incredulously. What the hell? Her confusion only got worse as he invited her along. She shook her head before before half jogging to catch up telling herself this is what she gets for being bored.
The walk was long enough for her to get in another cigarette. The bar got eyed up before she arched a brow at him. "Seriously? I'm in Hooker Chic and combat boots."
"It's not the first time," he said with a devious look on his face before pushing the door open. Poseidon found himself around a lot of different women, some with cheaper perfume than the next. The bar was relatively quiet and not as filled out as usual because of the recent snow.
"Yeah right." She smirked for the look on his face then stomped in after him, kicking snow off her boots onto the floor.
"Hope you're the whiskey type and aren't planning on feeding me some fru-fru pansy drink."
"Try me," he said daringly in a deep whisper. There was something even seductive in it.
As he shed his coat and threw it on an empty bar stool, he quirked a brow at her. "Something tells me that's not your style." He laughed taking a seat and snapping his fingers at the bartender.
She eyed him for a moment with her lips parted a bit then she grinned and burst out laughing. Her hand went to his arm, using it as leverage as she stepped on the wrung of the barstool next to him and slid onto her seat.
"Oh, sugar you just don't know." She chuckled then turned a grin to the bartender, leaning forward on the bar to give him a view he probably didn't want. "Bushmills. Fill the glass with anything else and I'll read your future in your intestines."
"Impressive," was husky reply noticing the squirming look on the bartender's face. "The usual," he gave the man a nod bidding him to do what he needed.
"So," he started, unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt and loosening the red tie. "Drink first or do we get down to business?"
"Hey it's your nickel." She smirked at him. That voice was really, very nice.
"I'm Mara. The Witch of Endor. We can start with who's annoying the hell out of you."
This was certainly a better introduction than the previous one. "Poseidon," he noted again. He wasn't much familiar with her, nor most anyone that wasn't himself, but he'd taken an interest this time.
The drinks were displayed on the counter in front of them, which the sea king took a good sample of before continuing.
He grinned with a glint in his eye. "My wife," he answered in response.
Well she had meant that she was annoying the hell out of him but that works too.
"Ah. Marital bliss." She shrugged as she pulled out another cigarette and lit up, blatantly ignoring the No Smoking Laws.
"Got something personal of hers? Hair or a toothbrush?"
"Bliss is one way of putting it," he said sarcastically, taking another portion of his drink. He waved the smoke that started to trail from her cigarette.
"Have a few things, she jumped ship without anything but her wallet and passport. It would be her to run the ring around just to defy me. It's not the first time." If this girl knew anything of his story, then she'd be familiar with how Amphitrite first left him, he didn't feel like going into details.
Once he'd taken the time to see more than her cloud of smoke, she was quite an attractive woman.
"Good." She smirked and stubbed the cigarette out on the bar then picked up her drink. "Blood would be better but I don't see you as the type of guy to go looking for a girl's tampon."
She tossed back a good third of the drink, then decided to give back as good as she was getting and raked him hairline to lap with her eyes. "Hair will do."
There was a hint of amusement on his lips as he caught her eyes moving over her glass. "Like what you see?" he asked tilting his head, that rumble of a voice low in his throat.
He slapped his empty glass on the counter, motioning to the bartender to fill the glass up again.
She tossed back her own drink as her eyes locked on his and she grinned as she put her glass next to his in just as blatant a hint.
"Better than Hades but not as good as Lucifer."
His fresh glass of whiskey had been filled, the rim perched on his lips when she answered him, causing the sea king to chuckle.
"I was always the good looking one," he spoke in jest. "Hades is a stick in the mud." There was distaste in his voice as he and his brothers had always been on strange terms since dividing up their kingdoms. There was despite that, a tinge of excitement in his eyes, that shade of sky turning to an ultramarine blue at her gestures. When she wasn't flapping her mouth around, he found her much less annoying.
"So," he crossed his arms, setting the drink down after a few good gulps, taking off the red tie completely. "Once you get what you need, do this little witch stuff, what next?" He was eager to find Amphitrite, it had put him into a state of disarray, and Poseidon didn't like that one bit.
She had chuckled as she took a drink, listening to his offer out that little bit of family snark. Brothers. She's known too many of them. They'd all brag over who had the bigger dick to her experience. It didn't usually matter to her so long as they were all functioning.
Back to business though. She tucked a foot under her leg as she set the glass on the bar. "Depends on the answer. I can't guarantee results, just that I'd try. There's always someone bigger and badder than you out there and she might be veiled from scrys."