InsaneJournal

WHO: Mary Magdalene & Tezcatlipoca
WHEN: Very late Monday night
WHERE: Somewhere (unimportant) in the city
WHAT: Aztecs and Christians, come onnnn dooooooownnnn!
WARNINGS: Violence, language

Mary was far outside of Huitzilopochtli's territory and much closer to her own when she felt the presence of a god of his kind. There was a definite feeling to the Aztecs, one Mary had come to recognize better and better in her time with the Hummingbird.

She just really hoped it wasn't Huitzilopochtli's friend who ate whores. Mary didn't know how reformed she had to be to not get chewed on even a little there.

So she paused in her walking to see if she could hear footsteps, sure that if she could feel the Aztec, the Aztec could feel her too. And then, instead of continuing on her way, she turned around and headed back towards the feeling. Maybe it was Quetzalcoatl. She'd met him and even if he wasn't overly fond of her, she didn't want him to think she was going to run from him. She didn't want any of them to think she was the type to run.