Who: Poseidon and Wrath Where: Streets of New York What: Interaction Rating: TBD
Bored. That was the number one word to describe Poseidon. Simply bored. Without the seas' creatures to entertain him, he was lost. What was a sea god supposed to do on land? And a water-less land at that! People were always around him, but he didn't really like people. Sea-creatures were much easier to get along with, and he actually understood them. Poseidon had never made friends, even his wife wasn't human. His children, while many of them, didn't exactly come to him for advice anymore, and he was left with a whole lot of nothing to do. Yippie.
Walking down the street, Poseidon looked to the sky. Clouds were in sight, but he couldn't see any rain. What he'd give to be soaking wet and under the ocean. Watching the people walk by, Poseidon felt slightly defeated. All these people had places to go and things to do. What did he have? Nothing. The sea was barely his to rule anymore. Captains still asked for his blessing every once in a while, but not like they used to. And horses were never sacrificed into deadly waters.
Walking with his hands in his short pockets, Poseidon smelt the sea. Looking around he spotted a sea-food restaurant. Ugh, how dare they, he thought. If there was one thing worse than fisheries, it was sea-food restaurants. How could people eat his creatures? They were nothing like chicken and cattle, they were much more delicate and meaningful! Feeling a wave of sickness, Poseidon decided he needed something to eat. Making his way to a sandwich shop, he picked something with barely even looking at it. Grabbing a water he sat in a booth near the window.