Alekto Thanatos (spoiledflesh) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2010-01-18 04:53:00 |
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Who: Alekto Thanatos. (Closed.)
When: Week ten, early Thursday evening.
Where: Silver City.
What: Alekto goes on an errand for one of her spirits, or so she is led to believe.
Rating & Warnings:G
The market was about to close for the day and while some were in a hurry to get their last minute groceries, Alekto belonged to the group of people who merely were passing through or lazily watched some of what went on before moving on to more interesting venues. Buying their assorted wares wasn't what she had in mind, and she slowly passed the vendor with an uninterested look on face. She could easily have shelled out some of the money for a bottle of rum, a cigar and other sacrifices that were needed for her spells and rituals, but all this was just as easily bought anywhere else. And she remembered what a drag it used to be, to carry unwanted items along wherever you went. So, a firm no on shopping it was. She passed unknown streets without hesitation, even if it was, technically, her first time in Silver City. The Thanatos never really could have that fear of being lost in a strange, new city because there was always someone there to guide them, and whether it was advice from someone in the living flesh or in the more spiritual side of things, didn't really matter. Help was help, and Alekto had long ago learned not to question it too much. "Go right here, is that what you said?" Without waiting for confirmation, Alekto crossed the street and promptly barely avoided a brush with a car. 'You really need to be more careful, Alekto. These things can kill you.' "Everything and everyone can kill me. I just don't worry about it as much as you seem to." While she didn't know who exactly the voice was in relation to her, it was still the voice of a Thanatos, and that was all the confirmation she needed. Spirits could try to pretend to Thanatos, but like in real life, who would want to? And why? Out here, away from the underground fighting facility she had lived and fought in for the last twelve years, she quickly had learned that the air wasn't as thick and muddled with the spirits of the departed as it had been, and that she could think quite clearly. Here in the cities many more died, but they had more of an opportunity at closure than those poor souls ever had. As she walked on to her initial destination, Alekto did her best to tune out all that was unnecessary: ramblings and disgusted comments about certain stores and former mansions that were no more were not what she wanted to hear, and not helpful to what she had to do here, but there was nothing she could have said that would make it better. 'Progress' was not a miracle word when it came these older spirits. And the oldest of them all? They truly were lost in this world, and barely made themselves heard unless it was on a matter where they could truly be of assistance. For that sole reason, Alekto could tolerate them quite well. She slowly gazed up the large fence in near disbelief, easily spotting the tombstones behind it, and already could feel how her personal space was beginning to get invaded with unwanted presence. "You brought me to a cemetery?" She would have turned around and gone home this very instant, if only she didn't know that she wouldn't have heard the end of this. So, she persevered and stepped through the gate. Immediately, it felt like she was assaulted and once more, she wanted to turn around and get the hell out of here. She could only imagine what it would be like when she got further in. "This better really be worth it. What the hell am I looking for?" 'Just walk. You're nowhere near where I want you to be.' "Easier said them done." As she passed each passing row of tombstones, monuments and crypts, Alekto had to lash out to more and more spirits, urging them to stay away and already knew that she had to perform a cleansing spell on herself when she returned home. Not that the others would mind terribly if she brought spirits along with her, but her sister? She just might. The cleansing spell wouldn't affect the spirits of her ancestors, but sometimes? She wished that it could. 'Right here.' Alekto gazed down at the small headstone, adorned by one withered rose. The inscription was that of one word only. "Rose?" A quick glance at the dates on nearby tombstones and headstones taught her that this particular woman must have been buried sometime in the mid 1920's, but it still didn't give her a clue as to whom she was. And most of all, why this even mattered to her. She frowned as she caught a whisper of advice and she knelt down, knees resting on the grass. "Remember what?" Her fingers reached for the withered rose. The contact was more than the brittle flower could bear and she watched how the petals slowly fell to the grass, as her eyes shone with sudden recognition. "Her name was not Rose. And it wasn't. It wasn't her real name." And sharp eyes looked to the side, of where she thought she could perceive the spirit's voice. "A Thanatos?" Oh, this was more than she could bear. How many more times would they have to be buried unmarked in cemeteries, as if they had never existed, as if their lives hadn't mattered? Thoughtfully, she picked up one of the petals and carefully sniffed it, but perceived nothing but death and decay. One of the older spirits now spoke, and Alekto was almost relieved. Perhaps he could shed some light on this situation. 'Achlys was a sister of the flesh.' But she was not surprised when another spoke up and briefly had to smile. They did love to interrupt each other when they could. It possibly was the only amusing side to this that she had been able to find, so far. And, even to Alekto, it was touching how one member of the coven would be remembered by so many until the end of times, if only she let them. 'You forgot beautiful, distinguished, smart, dangerous.' 'And regal. Don't forget regal.' The rose was careful placed back, and Alekto smiled again as she rose. "She sounds very much like Pandy." 'No, my dear. You're missing the point. She is you.' Alekto wasn't even sure if she had heard correctly as she strained to catch the spirits' words, which were now rapidly being drowned out by others. Anger was quick to rise as she gazed down at the small headstone once more. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I am none of these things." 'You ... flesh ... magic ...' "Quite rightfully so, or else I would have been dead long ago." Alekto made no pretenses about having to be polite toward her ancestors right now, not as a painful memory resurfaced. "Or have you forgotten I had my throat slashed while you overwhelmed me with your voices?" 'Time ... pride ... self.' "You know what? Fuck.you." And without a further word, Alekto hurried back to the front gate, completely oblivious to other visitors in various parts of the cemetery as she tried to contain her anger, even reaching up to her collar to ascertain herself that it was indeed still there. As long as it was still present, Alekto didn't have to worry that she would turn into a beast trained to kill demons. Only when silence befell her she stopped, only to realize she was well outside of the cemetery. She'd be back, if only to dig up the bones. The skull of one of her own kin would truly be a great asset to have. |