Who: Poseidon and Mara What: Mara agrees to help Poseidon find the little wifey, but the sea king is not alone~ When: Dec 29th, late night Where: New York Harbor on the way to Poseidon's penthouse Warnings: Language, killing funtimes, and a little bit of snoggin'.
Poseidon was well aware he'd been followed these last few days though he was uncertain as to who was keeping such a vigilant eye. Once he found out they would find more than seaweed wedged up their ass. He wasn't keen on being on anyone's watch list though he knew he ran with the unpopular crowd. He was the big shark they needed to look out for.
As he and Mara walked down the along the railing of the New York Harbor just off the Hudson river, he cut his eyes over his shoulder, pausing in those long strides to lean against the railing. Since Amphitrite's retreat he'd become obsessed with dragging her back home, the little bitch would find out just how mistaken she'd been. His spies had failed with their mission, so he hoped Mara proved more successful or she would find out just how angry he could get. Whether or not he used her for more than her necramancing depended on how long she kept to his good side.
The city lights consumed the night sky, the waters behind them much calmer than they had been in the last week. Though the sea king was used to the tropical weather, the crisp and cold air was as fierce as his own temperament.
She was so used to threats of violence for not keeping Pick a Name from Hell happy it kind of lost any scare tactic it had. She knew the score. Do her job or get thumped until everything but her ovaries hurt.
Poseidon had so far proven to be an ok guy. He and Hades were now on her To Do list. Not that it was a demanding list. More like a Wish List. Whatever. She'd do them a good turn if only because they hadn't smacked the shit out of her for her temerity. Poseidon had a leg up over his brother right now for playing along and buying her drinks. He was better looking too.
She noticed his distraction and frowned. She sense out but unless there was power involved she wouldn't notice anything and power tended to show itself sooner or later without her having to flex her mystical muscles so why bother. Finally he stopped by the rail meaning she stopped as well, hands in her coat pockets against the cold and her weight over one hip. Her voice she kept to low levels.
"S'up?"
"Smelling a rat," he said flapping one coat side over the other as the cold breeze shot by. "Someone's following me," he addressed in a low growl. He was sure he'd felt eyes on his back as he'd left the office this night, even when he'd called Mara on his cell to come tag along and meet him. They may have backed off, but just as she was unable to detect them, neither could he. Poseidon however had had years of unleashing his own spies to know when he was in someone else's crystal ball.
He cocked her a side smile, eyes not at all innocent as he raked over her form. With one motion of his head he instructed her to step closer.
She always felt twitchy being out by herself so paranoia came naturally. She could even play the game and from the look on his face it might even be fun.
Putting a bit of extra sway to her hips she went with the invitation and stepped into his dance space placing her palm probably brazenly onto his chest as she grinned up at him.
"We are by the river." She kept that throaty and low, an almost purr like quality to her voice. "Could just be a bored dockhand looking to try for a bit of extra cash."
"Quite possibly, but I don't think so," he said shaking his head, his voice keeping to that low rasp. His lips pursed ever so slighty, eying her hand and grabbing the wrist, sliding her hand down his chest to rest on the waist of his belt.
She'd taken the invitation, he was going to make sure she didn't flit off as quickly as his wife had.
She was going nowhere, thanks! First of all she doesn't ditch at the first sign of trouble unless there's no other choice. More importantly she got an idea of the kind of six pack the water god was hiding under there now, her hand fisting around the waist of his pants and his belt, tugging him closer.
"The line is baited then." She crinkled her nose with her grin just barely parting her lips. "Set the trap and draw them out."
There was a sexy smirk on Poseidon's face as she pulled at him, his own hands while not forceful, pushy when their bodies meshed together just as he hungrily attacked her mouth. The scene played out for the two men watching not far from them, waiting for the right time to intervene. As of right now there was some amusement at seeing the tall Dorian Rubis get his rocks off until they baited him with the news of his wife, though by the looks of it he might not even care.
Forceful she could handle. Actually, she kind of prefered it, and he did that good enough to almost make her forget they had an audience. Granted that wouldn't have made much of a difference except this audience might be up to no good. Oh wait! She diddled around with Satan and Lucifer! Nevermind!
It really was too bad this was probably going to be interrupted because she was finding herself reacting, growing breathless and melding herself against him. Man, these jackasses better strike quick or she'll really be pissed off.
"Hmmmm," Poseidon hummed against her mouth, opening it wider for a better taste. If he didn't know any better a consenting woman was almost as much of a turn on as one that struggled.
By the time the two wanders in the background came forward, the steamy kiss had progressed enough to irritate both immortals at interruption. A round of slow clapping came about, hitting that silent air like a gunshot.
"Dorian!" one of the men announced as if he personally knew who he was talking to. "My, my, this is almost a shame. Not so sure we'll get what we were hoping for, what with what we have of yours."
Poseidon's eyes narrowed his muscles now tense as they approached.
Yep. She was pissed when the kiss got broken. She frowned as she glanced over her shoulder making sure her hair obscured her face from their audience. She hadn't moved out of the way yet. She had a plan, and fortunately she spoke Greek.
"They'll think I am hindering you. Use it to draw them closer. I know how to duck and roll so push me out of the way when you are ready." She made sure that was for his ears only before she put on the frightened little girl routine and GASPED.
"...oh GOD!" It looked like she pressed herself closer to Poseidon...Dorian? Really? The truth was she was shifting her weight to be ready to move.
"You sure know how to pick 'em," the man said stopping the ridiculous clapping as they approached closer, one on either side of the couple. Poseidon raised a brow, something in their words that struck an uncomfortable nerve.
"Who are you?" he asked in a demanding growl. A small almost insignificant look was given to her as an affirmation he heard her words. His hands tightened on her arms.
The other man pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it, crinkled and tattered as he showed it to the tall business man. He pointed to the internet print out, a photo of him and Amphitrite.
"It's Morgain right? That little wife of yours?" there was a sinister look on his face that caused Poseidon to push Mara out of his way on instinct before his fingers curled around the mans collar, ready for a choke hold.
The other man noticed almost as instantly as Dorian leaped from his spot that the water started to churn in an almost unnatural way, beating against the harbor. He looked to the young woman that had been lip-locked with Dorian and he gave her a inviting look.
This couldn't have played out any better if they had choreographed it. Poseidon had pushed her either deliberately or coincidentally towards the guy he wasn't grabbing for. She wasn't going to let him down. This kidnapping spouse shit just for money was low even in her opinion.
She took notice to the water starting to get frisky and decided douchebag number two needed to be kept distracted. And he was giving her such a predictable way in, too!
She gave him her best Don't Hurt Me, I'm Pathetic and Hot look, breathing a bit rapidly and deeply (gotta work that chest). She took a couple of steps away from the edge of the water but slightly towards Douchebag Two and whipped up a quick and dirty spell in Hebrew to send his inner ear spinning in its own fluid.
"Poor mortal soul whose world is spinned enough to make him sick. You cannot tell which way is up and which is down. Suffer." And yet she still made it sound like the innocent school girl being taken advantage of by the gym teacher in almost every porno out there.
The man laughed in Dorian's grip even though he could feel his heart beat at a rapid speed. He was scared. He hadn't expected Mr. Moneybanks to be so big, tall and intimidating. He wasn't about to let it show though, even if the hand with the picture slightly shook at his side. He didn't even notice what was going on with his comrade, his eyes solely locked on Dorian's.
"She was good too. That's what the boss said. Struggled," giving Poseidon a grin that was a cheap imitation of his own. There was a bitter growl emitted from the water god's throat as he flung the man against the metal railing. The man gasped pretty sure he'd heard a crack. He'd had no idea this guy was so strong.
Poseidon didn't even ask any questions simply letting the water raise around their feet, flowing over the harbor until it pooled enough to put his head under. It didn't trigger in the moment that he needed information. He was too angry.
The man gasped and struggled against the water and an iron grip that wasn't letting him breath. He coughed, yelling out against deaf ears.
"Shit!" Her head snapped around when she heard the guy give out his own death sentence. Douchebag two was twitching and throwing up all over the ground from having vertigo so bad.
Then the water began doing its thing and she had to grab a hold of something quick. Unfortunately it wasn't Douchebag Two. She got to watch him get sucked under rapidly and she was now swearing enough to make a sailor blush.
The light pole had enough of a ledge for her to get up away from the water so she at least wasn't soaked. She was pissed though. "HEY! Knock it off!"
Poseidon may be a cold-hearted rapist, a guy that no man or woman wanted to mess with, but when it came down to Amphitrite no one, absolutely no one touched her. She was his, a woman that he'd never laid more than a pushy finger on. He could throw her around, but when someone else did it to his woman, the shit hit the fan.
"Stop!" The man managed to get out, but there was no compassion from the water god. That last choke of air left him limp against the cold water, eyes bulging, lips open and blue by the time the water flooded back down into the harbor. Odysseus had once found out what it was to just test Poseidon's wrath. These unknowing fools had pushed it.
Poseidon's suit was ruined, shoes filled with water, but it almost made him feel alive to feel that kind of power flood between his fingers. Uncaring to the body he'd just choked the life out of he dragged it off the concrete, letting what was left of the frigid Hudson water drag him down to the bottom.
He'd been so obsessed with finding Amphitrite that he'd never thought that she may be in trouble, and suddenly his heart felt sick.
"Great!" She felt like banging her head against this light pole but instead gritted her teeth for a minute then jumped down, gesturing towards the water angrily. "That's just fucking GREAT!"
She started towards Poseidon with that pissed off look on her face. She's done wiser things in her long life. "We could have gotten inforMATION out of them, you idiot! Oh, I could raise them up from the dead, make them tell us EVERYthing except their corpses are at the BOTTOM OF THE FUCKING HUDSON!"
"Don't," he warned, "don't say a word." Those eyes had not calmed yet as he gave her an icy glare. He raised a hand as if to warn her to not even start or he'd be as unfriendly to her as he'd been those first five minutes of meeting her from the day before.
"If you know what's good for you, you will follow me." Straightening out his jacket and tie, he tilted his head fixing the collar and continued to walk like the strong business man he was--and as if he hadn't just drowned two bodies into the Hudson.
He may have unleashed some much needed anger, but that on top of his previous tirades had started to really weaken him. He wasn't made of as much stamina as he'd been in the past.
She had stopped moving towards him when she heard that tone of voice. She's heard that many times before, seen that look only from many different people. Solomon had that look and voice when he cast her and her fellows out. She had argued. It hadn't gone over well.
She let out a breath when he turned to walk away. She was in this up to her eyeballs, but if she was being honest with herself she's doing in willingly. No woman. She doesn't care who they are. NO WOMAN deserves that.
She shook her head then ran her fingers back through her hair before jogging to catch up. "Yeah, right."
It was twisted that a god that had done so many cold, terrible things to others could get so bent out of shape when it came to his wife. They bickered, battled each other, and he was as untrustworthy as Zeus when it came to who lay in his bed. Unlike Zeus and Hera however, Poseidon wanted Amphitrite like no other woman.
He was quick in his walk, stern, not at all as collected as he'd been before when Mara had showed. Whatever interest he'd had with her before was lost when this obsession to obtain what was his surfaced. Amphitrite didn't deserve this, but maybe he did.
It was a ten minute walk before they reached his penthouse, decorated with as many expensive items as one home could hold. He slammed the door behind her, feeling the tension raise against his temples.
"I want her here, and I want her here now," he said coldly, pointing that finger again as if the girl could magically snap her fingers and make Amphitrite appear. He rushed up the stairs throwing off his wet shoes and throwing his coat to the bed. Already he was looking for a bag, his passport and whatever else he'd need while stripping layers of clothes at a time to slip into dry ones.
She knew better than to say or do anything to draw attention to herself. She's hung around pissy powerful people a lot and knew when to keep her attitude to herself if she didn't want to feel pain...lots and lots of pain. The walk was a bit long and very quiet.
She didn't flinch when the door got slammed but she did a little when he made his demand, her eyes going a bit wide and her brows lifting. Then he disappeared up the stairs and she was left wondering if she was supposed to follow or not. SIGH
She ended up following anyway and got a good look at water god flesh. DAMN THOSE DOUCHEBAGS! Shit!
"I can't teleport her." She left off that she could if his wife was dead. That would be a bad thing to say right now. She started up the stairs not entirely hesitantly. "Just...get me the hair and I'll find out where she is."
Poseidon had no intentions of hurting her unless she failed in this mission. She was his only hope in locating Amphitrite after forcing those unknown men into a watery grave.
Yanking a shirt out of the drawer and throwing a few others on the bed, he buckled up the new pair of jeans and belt. He was still fiddling with it when she came up, stalking towards the bathroom and finding Amphitrite's brush. He handed it to her roughly and proceeded back to collecting what he needed before leaving the country.
"Don't fail me," he wasn't going to beg or say please, it wasn't his style. At that he pulled the shirt over his head, stuffing the contents into the duffel bag, including the necklace he'd planned on giving his wife before she'd up and run.
She fumbled with the brush at first then grimaced for the order. Seriously. One of these days she's going to do a job for someone who doesn't bark at her like she's some flunky and she won't know what to do with herself.
"Yeah, yeah." She sighed, pushing her fingers back through her hair then went off to the side to do her thing.
She knew she'd be doing this tonight so she came prepared. A world map that looks like it's been used and folded too many times was pulled out of her coat pocket, as was a spiral metal pendulum and a hat pin. She sat down cross legged with all of it and set to work.
There were enough hairs in the brush for her purposes and after she pulled them free the brush got set aside. The use for the hat pin became obvious as she pricked her thumb, pressing against it to get a good drop of blood which the hairs were dragged through. They were then added to the pendulum, twined through the spiral coils.
She closed her eyes as she pushed energy into the pendulum, her fingers wrapped tightly around it. "Find." She felt the power click into place and her eyes snapped open as the pendulum dropped to the length of its chain.
Her hair fell in strands as she looked down obscuring her face a bit as she looked at the map, dangling the pendulum over it. It began to move almost instantly, east and south of their location. Her hand followed the tugging until it hovered over one spot then circled it clockwise. "Huh. Almost too obvious."
She looked up to Poseidon. "Greece."
Poseidon watched with one lifted brow, clearly not disturbed by her practice, just hanging on with an iron clad grip in his eyes that she would have an answer he could go off of.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked though by the tone in his voice he was more than irked. Pulling the shirt down over his chest he stalked to where she was, pointing to Greece on the map. "Why the fuck couldn't they..." he huffed. How had his own spies not once thought of Greece. Why hadn't he? It was the most logical place for her to go. He'd been too blinded by his hurt and anger he couldn't think straight. "Damn it Amphitrite," he spoke under his breath.
"Nope." She let the pendulum hover over the tiny rendering of Greece and it never shifted. With a shrug of her shoulder she coiled up the pendulum then looked up at him, catching the mutter.
"I can't pinpoint where from here. It's too far away." She arched a brow, almost hesitant to suggest this but she was going to anyway. "Get me there and I can most likely get you right to her."
He was the only man the nymph had been with, the only woman this god had ever fallen for that went beyond his lusty advances. There was a connection there no matter how small and twisted it was. He paced the room for a second before kicking a chair in. "She knew better, she should have never walked out that door," he bellowed, crossing his arms over his chest.
With a heavy sigh, Poseidon packed what was left to pack in his bag, zipping it up with an affronted attitude. If she hadn't offered he would have forced her to come.
"I wasn't going to ask you in the first place," he gave her a look that proved he'd have pushed her to come regardless. "What do you need?" he asked a little less stressfully.
She had watched him pace away, gathering her things back up and making sure the pendulum was safely tucked away. She'd need it when she got to Greece. Normally she had dispelled it and burned the hair, but now she figures she might need even more so while he was glowering she grabbed the brush too.
Then she just about jumped out of her skin when he reduced a chair to kindling. At least it had given her warning before he started shouting. She kind of stared at him. Watched him pack up the rest of his shit, and came to a conclusion about him. He really did love his wife. This wasn't the anger someone had over just losing something he owned. She's seen this before but only a few times. Someone hurt her and he hadn't been there to protect her. That was where the anger came from.
It was something she could never have because of her curse. Besides, who could love a witch? She'd help him all right and she'll do it on her own terms. She slipped her cell phone out of her coat pocket and looked at it. Normally she should contact Satan, let him know what she was going to do then argue about it. She wasn't going to this time.
The phone was turned off then slid back into her pocket just as Poseidon finally spoke to her again. She rolled her eyes for the statement then grimaced for the question. "I don't have a passport or visa."
Mara was valuable to him now, she'd played her role very well thus far, if there was a way to bribe, barter and sell to get what he needed---it would be done.
Slipping into a new coat and boots, Poseidon paused to think how many calls he would be making to forge a fake visa and passport. "What can you do while I make a few calls?" He flipped his phone around in his hand a few times. "Stay the night, we'll leave in the morning." He wouldn't be sleeping tonight, all his thoughts heading towards what some mortal had done to his woman---the man had a walking death wish.
It was clear now to Poesidon how tired he was growing, he was wearing himself thin, but he wasn't about to make that obvious.
She sighed, ruffling her fingers through her hair as she felt the first stirrings of real fear. She was in for it when she gets back. The snake will notice her absence. How soon was the question.
Staying the night helped this nicely. There were things she could do to mask her presence, veil herself. Normally that would only work so well, but being in the Greek water god's home might boost that some. She didn't know he was weakening.
"Right now?" She shook her head, glancing around. She'd find some place to be out of the way since it was obvious he wasn't up for some more fun distraction. "Keeping my head down is the best thing I could do for this ah...venture. Until we leave."
Poseidon didn't realize her position and quite frankly he didn't care. He wasn't above butting heads into some other Pantheon to get what he wanted.
"Do what you like, use what you want, I don't care." She was welcome to his wife's clothes if she needed a few extra things to make this less uncomfortable.
There was a light chuckle as he took a moment to look her over. "It's a shame really," he raised a brow. "I would have given you a go." Despite the stupid creepers by the harbor, perhaps Poseidon just hadn't been in the mood since Amphitrite had pissed him off.
There was an odd friendship budding with he and Mara, which was quite amusing considering circumstances.
If she were any other woman she'd offer to keep him sympathetic company for the night. Maybe keep him distracted in conversation until it was time to go or he fell asleep. She's not that warm of a woman, and she doubts he's that receptive to things of that sort anyway.
When she saw him look her over she didn't strike a pose like she normally would when she was being admired. Instead she got a small, lopsided grin and stared back but right into his eyes. "Some other time."
Poseidon wasn't looking for the sympathy rag, he just needed to clear his head. There weren't many women, save one woman that could pull that kind of emotion out of him and she was locked away from him.
"Some other time," he repeated in that low gravel of a voice, giving her a sinister smirk. He may hold her to that. He flipped up his phone, skipping chatty conversation once the other line picked up. It was but a moment that he hung around until he headed back downstairs to do his dealings. There were a few underlings that owed him a favor or two.
Ok. Apparently she wasn't being kicked out of the bedroom. That worked for her. These kinds of rooms tended to hold a privacy energy of their own and that would help with what she had to do to veil herself from the snake and Lucifer.
She waited until she was certain Poseidon was occupied then found a corner of the room that was as close to the inside of the place as possible to curl up in. Her knees were drawn up, her arms wrapped around them and she tucked her head down with her back pressed against the wall.
Then she began the low chanting in Hebrew, losing herself into the focus of it and tuning out the rest of the world. It created an inward facing mirror, reflecting her power and energy signature back into herself. It should hold. For a while anyway.
"youdon'tseemeyoudon'tseemeyoudon'tseeme"
They'd have to be right there in the room with her to see through the spell. She wouldn't be able to do it for too long or she'd burn herself out. She need to reserve something, but hoped to make it up on the flight. At least this way Poseidon would be able to see her when he was done fixing her papers.