Christopher Sutton // Crius (crius) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-24 08:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | crius, nike |
Who: Crius (crius) and Nike (blindvictory)
When: Wednesday afternoon; 3/24
Where: NYC
What: Surprise, surprise
Warnings: None? Possible language, if that.
One thing that was inevitable with any passage of time, was change. Wandering aimlessly and moving unnoticed and unrecognized in the oceans of people, Crius still marveled at the differences between the world he left behind and this new one he found himself lost in. Mortals and immortals alike were crammed into this one small city, in a concentration like he hadn't yet seen in his travels that carried him to this city of cities.
The noise was deafening, the air was full of ripe smells still unidentifiable to the ancient and made stifling with the other ones much like himself that he could sense in every direction. None stood out, there was too much muted static to make any definitive guesses as to who lurked nearby, whether they were friend or were they foe. And rather than being too caught unawares, Crius merely waited. He was good at that. Many lifetimes trapped in the vast nothingness that Tartarus provided could teach anyone patience, whether they cared for the lesson or not.
Besides. There were worse fates to suffer. Miles of glass storefronts, bright lights and interesting people lined every street, there was plenty to take in before he moved on in search of his boys, his wife, his siblings -- anyone who might have survived the ages.
If there was nothing else, there was plenty of time.