Who: Cronus, Tartaros What: A chance meeting Where: Streets of NY When: Saturday afternoon Warnings: None
Another day.
It was spent doing much the same as he always did, which meant by the time it was over, he was left with no clear memory of anything in particular he had done. Everything was in order, there was nothing new for him to see to.
Life was like that here.
Following his own internal clock as opposed to a schedule of any kind, Tartaros left the house, locking it up well behind him. He missed nothing as he walked, though he wasn’t looking at anything or for anything in particular. It was just him, was his habit. Make certain you knew where everyone and everything was. Make certain nothing was a surprise, be ready for anything.
It took hardly any of him to be prepared for what came at him day after day.
Here, he had not expected it to be any different, and while he had heard a few things that might have roused him, they had not, and things remained determinedly quiet. It was all the same, after all.