Kymopoleia wasn't good at playing the long game when it came to working people over. If she was, she could have married some rich old man and it would have kept her comfortable. Instead she only played short bursts, taking men and using them up, draining their bank accounts at the earliest chance and taking off.
Which was what she'd done yesterday in Los Angeles, meaning she was feeling a little more wealthy today than usual. She wasn't rich, not by a long stretch, but it would pay her rent for a while.
It had been at the airport after arriving back in New York that she spotted the woman with the tattoo down her arm. A sea monster, a sort of familiar one at that. She couldn't resist: Ky asked where she'd got it, and the girl mentioned a shop. When Ky asked about the guy who'd done it and what he'd looked like, the girl had conceded that, yeah, that description sounded about right.
And so that was how Kymopoleia found herself making her way to where her husband of old worked. The last time the two of them met it had felt almost... easy. He'd sworn an oath and help himself to it, and together they'd killed some people. It was like old times, without her having to cower. She'd kind of enjoyed it. It had made her feel powerful again. Ky never felt like that anymore.
Cutting through an alley she'd heard a scuffle and had come close enough to see a man darting off from a slumped figure. A slumped figure that she could feel even at a distance.
Ky, confused and unsure, sped up towards what had to be Briareos. "Hey?" she asked as she came nearer, unsure what the hell was happening. "You cool down there?"