Daisy
On a hunt for supplies
Michael
Circe was in the foulest of moods as she scoured through the bazaar looking for one of the more hidden booths that carried a certain blended vintage. Hoping beyond hope the old couple who ran it were actually there since it was a seasonal wine she'd gone looking for to work on the RARE health infusion that kept a position on her potion shelf since the herb combination had finished infusing and there was only a certain window for it to be combined with THAT wine for it to be the strongest or settling was going to happen. The only thing that made the fortified wine so rare aside from the seasonal vintage it was combined with was the fact people were almost never worth the effort of making it these days. 

The fact her bed had been empty for months was probably part of what was contributing to Circe's excessive crankiness, but finding two of her most trusted servants screwing each other to the point the wine they'd consumed was oozing from their pores and soaking the air with proof of where her stock went had been the final straw. Both women were cooling their heels in the pig pen, the pair transformed into some of the hairiest animals in the spellbook until her return. 
Somebody had to be smiling on her because even with the foulness of her mood that had a set of long fingers hovering over the bubbleguts vial hanging on her belt as if daring anybody to try anything, the old woman was behind the counter of the booth once it was found and happily sold Circe the last two barrels of the vintage she was looking for in exchange for the joint ease tossed in with the fat bag of currency handed over. 

The flinch on her face when Circe practically growled like a feral wolf as a Man approached her to ask a question when she turned around to leave and go find food, a wrinkled hand delicately tapped her on a shoulder and slid a humble bread, cured pork, and cheese plate to her with a filled cup of a lighter wine that what had just been paid for. "*Perhaps, Milady could go and sit

In the shade for a bit? Celebrate your success of the day? Then I heard tell the pub up the way had their Friday special and I recall you enjoying their lamb.." The faintest smile nearly slid into place with the marked concern in the elderly's voice, instead she recieved an inclination of head and Circle went to go put food in her face. If that eased her mood... Perhaps with where she was... A hunt was in order. ||
Gregory
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*A hunt was certainly in order, though not in the typical sense of the word. Kakia sauntered coolly through Dionysus' Revelry, despite her unusual outfit catching a few stray, quizzical glances from the mortals roaming about the streets. It wouldn't be the first time Sin-personified had been too lazy to dress herself in actual clothes, and it sure as Stygia wouldn't be the last time either. In fact, thanks to the tequila-induced coma she'd awoken from 15 minutes prior, the woman still sported her bathrobe and ugg boots. The only indication of effort was the messy ponytail her black locks had been flung into, and a pair of ridiculously expensive sunglasses she managed to steal from the shopping district a week ago.*

*Even the myriad of delectable scents that hung about in the air edged Kakia ever closer to vacating her already-empty stomach into the kerb and channel. Still, the Goddess persevered through the discomfort, armed with the knowledge that Circe was a gifted sorceress and would undoubtedly have a quick fix for this ridiculous hangover. The woman ambled through the thin corridors that meandered between the hundreds of stalls in search of her best friend, ignoring the whispers that followed her every turn she took.*

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*For as long as Kakia had known Circe, the two had been close; practically inseparable. And there was a very good reason for that. The sorceress was incredibly useful. Talented even. Gifted in the art of making any sort of concoction one could put their mind to. Not only that though, Circe was in tune with her "Shortcomings". Unlike others around these parts, who tried to don a mask and hide the more nefarious aspects of their personality, the brunette embraced hers without qualm. In fact, Circe's short temper and even shorter capacity for patience when it came to men in particular, was often the highlight of Kakia weeks. As the Goddess entered the bazaar, she wondered if the woman was still turning her disloyal servants into pigs as punishment? A chuckle escaped Kakia's lips at the very thought of it!*

*Ahead, Sin-personified noticed the ethereal beauty almost immediately, sitting at a table with the help in tow. Wherever Circe went, mortals' eyes followed... And not for the same reason as Kakia. No, the famed woman was as shockingly stunning as she was dangerous and practically every human in this joint was either desperate to be with her or alternatively, be her. Another benefit of hanging around the woman, Kakia was never short of jealousy to feed on with Circe around.*

*The Goddess of Sin did not wait for an invitation to sit at her table, and instead, positioned herself on a seat directly opposite. A devilish smirk contorted upon the woman's lips as she slumped down into the confines of her chair, her shoulders sinking further into the bathrobe so the excess material neatly covered her ears.*

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**"Tell me you got something to help stave off this hangover, Cece? Please, I can barely look at the light right now."**

*Dramatically, the Goddess suddenly reached out and snagged the shirt of a waiter that had been casually walking past their table. With a strength that did not belie Kakia's frame, she managed to force the human to stand directly between herself and the buttery afternoon rays. Her make-shift shield initially yelled in protest of the man-handling, though upon realising who had subscribed him to this duty, he quickly put a sock in it. With the sun now obscured, Kakia slipped her glasses up atop her head and diverted her attention back to Circe. Only then did she realise the scornful look adorning her friend's features.*

**"Oof, that face. Something has happened, I take it?"**
Michael
Despite the severely foul mood she was in that was killing any hint of an appetite for the cheese tray in front of her, as Circe looked up the faintest hint of a smile Might have tried to appear as she spotted Kakia circling through tables and blatantly ignoring the looks she was getting. Her best friend was always good for amusement or the worst kinds of mischief. Propping her chin on one hand and observing the goddess as she flopped into a chair across from her, a brow quirked at her question. 

Before the answer could even leave her lips, Kia had yoinked the nearest server to serve as her personal sunshade and drew a reluctantly soft chuckle from somewhere in the region of her belly. It might have been rustier than a piece of uncoated metal left too long near saltwater, but it was there. Turning her head to look around and see if Renna was still nearby or if the old woman had gone back behind her counter, glances were caught and the signal for a glass of lemon water given with a slow nod. Once the frosty glass hit the table in front of her, as a thank you an extra tip slid under Renna's fingers before she went back to her counter. "Of Course I have something for that hangover, but what in the hell did you drink so much of Kia?" From one of the ever present pouches on her hip, two small vials were pulled. One a glowing purple, and one with an iridescent shimmer to it. Once the two liquids were dripped into that frosty cold glass, they mixed and turned a dark maroon. "Drink this, preferably before it gets warm. It'll kill the headache and settle your stomach." 

Reminded of why she had to come out and People in the first place, Circe's face went back to being sour. "Two of my attendants got into the summerwine and killed the only two bottles I had left that were needed for that fucking health potion I've been working on for the last six weeks. And I caught them fucking on the floor of the pantry. My bed's been empty for months now, why the hell should they get a

Ny action? Those bitches are cooling their heels in the pigpen. But they should count themselves lucky I didn't turn them into something worse." ||
Gregory
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*Pulling a rogue cigarette out from the depths of her hidden cleavage, Kakia groaned at the question posed by the beauty sitting across from her. The mere memory of the night beforehand caused the Goddess to practically dry-retch, though any obvious displeasure was masked by the smoke she stuck between her lips. Thumbing the sparkwheel of her lighter three or four times over, in a desperate attempt to ignite her vice, the woman only found solace once the durry's end ignited. Instantly, her tar-black soul was bathed in the Holy Spirit of tobacco, the opaque plumes of nicotine causing her makeshift sunshade to cough relentlessly.*

**"Erh sink et wers Terquiwa,"** * Kakia managed to mutter while the dart loosely hung from her lips.* **"Ter bois frem Crub OShers ma'e ah drnk en mer honer."**

*If anyone would be able to piece together the incomprehensible ramblings of Sin-personified; it would be Circe. Though what the Goddess failed to elaborate on, was the fact the "Drink made in her honour" Had been a brutal concoction of Tequila laced with a killer amount of Polmos Vodka. They'd aptly named the revolting beverage, "Vanquisher of Vice" And so far it had been proving rather true to its moniker. Kakia wanted nothing more than to crawl into the depths of oblivion and slumber for an eternity. Thankfully, though, salvation could soon be found at the bottom of a chilled glass. Without any hesitation, the Immortal downed every last drop of the ominous maroon liquid offered up by her friend. And sure enough, the potion began to weave its Master's powerful magic within seconds of being ingested. Barely a minute had passed, and Kakia's disposition was already far less pitiful, a haughty burp being rudely executed in the human sunshade's direction. An obvious indicator that her Malevolence was feeling much better.*

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**"What would I ever do without you?"** *Kakia mused earnestly, finally managing a long, satisfying drag of her smoke for the first time that morning. Afternoon. Whatever time it was.*

*With her thoughts no longer vexed by the discomfort of her pathetic hangover, Sin-personified could focus on the actual issue at hand; Circe's horny, thieving help. While the Goddess' head was normally lodged a few kilometres up her own arse, when it came to the Sorceress and her annoyances, Kakia often felt what she presumed was empathy. It wasn't exactly a pleasurable experience, though then again, neither was having your commodities stolen and your involuntary celibacy shoved in your face. The Immortal smirked jovially upon hearing the punishment that befell the two bastards. It was so petty, so hilariously fitting that the Goddess could only laugh at her best friend's course of action.*

**"Serves them fucking right,"** *She concurred, slapping the attendant's thigh that hadn't dared move since he'd been conscripted to act as a human shield against the sun's rays.* **"See what happens when you piss off an Enchantress? You become the main event at next week's roast dinner."**

*Being antagonistic and freaking the mortal population of Olympian out, was an activity Kakia knew would cheer Circe up without fail. Especially if the targets were men, specifically. The Goddess of Vice then took the smouldering butt of her cigarette and without warning, smothered it against the mortal's skin. As anticipated, the mortal yelped out in shock mostly, before deciding he'd definitely overstayed his welcome, racing off to seek sanctuary back inside of the restaurant. Suitably entertained, Kakia reverted her attention back to the matter at hand, her black eyes levelling with the Sorceress's own.*

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**"Is there anywhere you can get another couple of bottles of summerwine? Maybe you could offer a trade for them? Like, you do currently have two pigs you could sweeten the deal with."**

*While that suggestion may have solved one half of her best friend's problems, the Goddess knew the second part would be slightly more difficult to assist with. Unlike the general population, Circe had standards that weren't easily lowered. Though still Kakia put her mind to it, mentally flicking through her own private roster of contacts that could assist in the hook-up department. One name immediately sprang to mind, though, the immortal decided to test the waters first. It was the least she could do for both of them, after all.*

**"You want to vent about your non-existent sex life, or do you want solutions, Cece?"**