Phillip
A vibrant marketplace along the harbor, featuring stalls and shops selling unique maritime artifacts, nautical themed art, and locally crafted souvenirs. Visitors can explore this bustling area, filled with the aroma of sea breeze and the sounds of merchants haggling over seafaring treasures.
Teresa
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SETTING﹕ Somewhere near the backside of the bazaar.
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MENTIONS: 
NOTES﹕S that D, shut it down.
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In the shadowy embrace that enveloped Nemesis and Erebus, the goddess's alliance with Poseidon introduced a profound dimension to their confrontation. Her alignment with the God of the Seas, revered for his stringent views on divine decorum, mirrored her rigid commitment to justice and cosmic consonance. Their shared principle underscored her stance, elevating her beyond her lineage. In Poseidon's eyes, she was valued not merely as a daughter of Nyx and Erebus but as *__Nemesis__*—an entity defined by her own virtues and deeds.

The rapid descent into night, hastened by her father's burgeoning ire, seemed to mirror the tumult within her spirit. As the dark hand of Erebus swept across her face, extinguishing the cigarette and symbolically snuffing out the last vestige of her defiance, the goddess's eyes widened in a chilling wave of realization. This was no mere display of paternal authority; it was a raw demonstration of the primal force Erebus wielded, a force against which even the gods might falter.

His proximity, now so close that she could feel the chill emanating from the shadows that clung to him, was overwhelming. The air around them seemed to pulse with an ancient and absolute power. Erebus's form, shrouded in mist and darkness, stood as a manifestation of the void itself, reminding her of the depths from which both he and, by extension, Nemesis herself had emerged.

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Laden with scorn and dismay, his words cut deeper than the night's chill. The mention of Nyx, the revered Mother Night, coupled with the accusation of betrayal, struck the very core of her being. Being labeled a betrayer by the one whose ideals of balance and retribution she had sought to uphold was a blow more grievous than any physical wound. As Erebus's gaze shifted towards the blackened sea, Nemesis allowed herself a moment of vulnerability for introspection. The weight of her decisions, the path she had chosen, weighed heavily on her. Was her pursuit of justice, her alignment with forces that stood in opposition to her kin, a betrayal of the cosmic order they had all contributed to?

The seeds of doubt were like poison, seeping into the cracks of her resolve.

Yet, as Erebus's diatribe persisted, something within Nemesis began to stir—a flicker of resistance against the tide of condemnation. His depiction of her actions as a betrayal of foundational principles and his invocation of Chaos as the ultimate arbiter of her fate kindled a spark of defiance within her. This would not mark the end of her story. Nor would her legacy be marred by infamy.

To believe she would dare disrespect her mother was *His folly.*

Engaging with her father's piercing stare, the goddess, anchored by the immutable scales of justice, found her voice amidst the brewing storm.

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**"If you must speak to Mother Night, tell her that her daughter's commitment to justice remains unwavering."**

She asserted, continuing to echo with conviction.

**"Inform her that the balance I seek, even if it leads me into the heart of Chaos, is a journey I undertake with full awareness, guided by the principles *She* Instilled in *Me*."**

In this pivotal moment, Nemesis reaffirmed her identity, not just as a goddess of retribution, but a beacon of perseverance amidst the gathering shadows. Her decision to step back from the confrontation was not a retreat but a bold affirmation of her autonomy and adherence to the timeless principles that defined her essence.

**"*Justice demands sacrifice...*"**

The goddess proclaimed, addressing the reason behind her statement, which she had once relayed to her champion. Her tone carried a profound sense of loss and determination. Even in her otherworldliness, she stood before Erebus not just as a goddess, but as his daughter forced out in exile. 

**"I wasn't even granted the chance to say goodbye to her, to Hecate, to any of you. So spare me your pretense of emotional understanding when you've never *Once* Considered mine."**

With that, Nemesis turned and stepped into the receding shadows, her indomitable spirit shining brightly. The serpentine shades summoned forth by Erebus failed to dim the tenacious light that illuminated her path.
Geneva
Erebus was certain Nemesis would crumble under his words. His lecture and scolding being the mixture that would see the Goddess rout in her beliefs in whatever she saw in that poor excuse of an Atlantean King. When her head lowered and she seeming submitted to her Father's words, Erebus would lift his head up to stand defiantly... But he wasn't met with his child in defeat, not when she matched his stared with her own, one that felt more like a mirror than anything else. He didn't see submission, but instead *Defiance.*

He took in all her words, finding them false and misguided yet also feeling a sense of... Reflection? Nostalgia? He wasn't sure what this feeling was, but it felt familiar. A familiarity he didn't enjoy. Not one bit. Shaking the feeling for now, he watched his daughter turn away from his and begin to walk off. His darkness seemingly fading with each step she took towards it. He didn't feel anything in his chest, but the nerves in his body twisted as she defied him, defied balance for her interpretation of it.

Upon her mention of his lack of emotional understanding, Erebus would pivot his head up to stare deeply into the back of his Daughter as she walked off. Nemesis may have had centuries to her name, but she was still an infant compared to him. She hadn't experienced loss like he had. In her pursuit of this *Balance* She would face down other Gods that could kill her, but not only that; she could face down her own blood. The same blood she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to. That's why this feeling was so familiar.

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**"Do you even know what it is like to never see a loved one again? It means that everything about their person, their eyes, smiles, voice, and words will never be seen, heard nor felt again. Would you like to take a guess at how many of my own I have had to watch fade away? How many voices I will never have grace my ears? How many bright smiles I will never bare witness again? Hm? Some of them don't even get a chance to usher their goodbyes, nor even the chance to deliver a final word. I've seen people I love crumble, disappear, shatter and burn. Do you know how long that remains with you? I'm still waiting for that answer myself. But that's not all. Do you know what the most painful thing about it all is? How it doesn't even matter what they die for. So do not tell me about how I never considered your emotions. I'm only trying to spare you from becoming what I have become."**
Teresa
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SETTING﹕ Somewhere near the backside of the bazaar.
PINGS﹕ 
NOTES﹕I listened to Lollipop on repeat while writing this, which is so wild when you think about it lyrically. One of my weird writing moments.
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In the wake of her father's raw exposition, Nemesis's strides faltered with each word from Erebus echoing like the mournful toll of a distant bell, resonating through the dense, shadow-laden air that enveloped them. The revelation, stark and unadorned, sliced through the fabric of her resolve, exposing the fragile threads of empathy and shared sorrow that bound daughter to father, goddess to the primordial embodiment of darkness.

Despite the defiant mantle she had wrapped around herself, the seeds of doubt Erebus had sown began to sprout, nurtured by the poignant truths he unveiled. His voice, heavy with the weight of eons, carried the somber melody of loss and enduring grief, a testament to the countless farewells etched into the core of his being. The concept of loss, so vast and all-encompassing, seemed to dwarf their present confrontation, rendering their dispute a mere shadow play against the backdrop of eternity's expanse.

Still, even as his words sought to envelop her in the cold embrace of forewarning, Nemesis felt the ember of her resolve flare into defiance. The notion that her father, for all his primordial wisdom and insight into the cyclical nature of loss, might perceive her actions as naïveté or folly, ignited a fierce determination within her. She recognized the paradox at the heart of their discord: the chasm that divided them was bridged by their mutual understanding of sacrifice, yet widened by their disparate interpretations of balance and justice.

Facing her father, Nemesis's eyes did not reflect submission but a complex, shared heritage. Their exchange, a dance of words, resonated with the depth of their intertwined fates, separate yet inseparably bound by the threads of existence.

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With a voice steady and infused with the gravity of her purpose, Nemesis replied,

**"Father, your tales of loss and the silent vigils you've held for those who've crossed the threshold into oblivion, I do not, I cannot dismiss lightly. They're not just echoes of the past to me. They're a reminder of what's at stake, of what I might have to face down the line."**

Her words, while firm, acknowledged the vast gulf of experience between them yet bridged it with a shared resolve. As she spoke, the shadows seemed to lean in, the ambient darkness pulsing gently as if the heart of the night itself was in tune with her words.

**"But know this—our blood does not doom us to a cycle of perpetual sorrow. It empowers us to forge ahead, to sculpt a legacy that transcends the confines of our grievances. Here I am choosing to embrace it.**

She paused, letting the silence between them stretch, a momentary truce in their eternal debate.
Geneva
As Nemesis spoke of her path to strive forward and forge on ahead, Erebus would reel his head away with an annoyed expression now across his face. It felt as if she took his words and misinterpreted what he was trying to say to her. This wasn't a warning, nor was it a guiding hand of what she might face down the line; He was telling her that this conflict had no benefit going forward. How can two be so closely bonded... Yet share different views upon the same words? Why did she have to be so much like him, yet so different?

**"You're not listening to me, Nemesis. This is no point in fighting in this conflict! What do you think will happen when you're laid in a ditch with your guts hanging out, Zeus reigning over Poseidon's kingdom? Or Poseidon claiming control of Olympus, execution any and all who had opposed him? To strive on this path is to strive towards not just your own doom, but the eventual doom of everyone else."**

Erebus stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Erebus and her Mother had already transcended their grievances, realising there was no point in trying to fight the Olympians like their Primordial others did. When the Primordials died, the Gods took control and established order and, whilst extremely chaotic and imperfect, balance. For centuries, they held this balance, but now? They threaten it... And Erebus knew Chaos wouldn't give any second chances.

**"Think, Nemesis! What legacy is there to sculpt or fight for when all this bloodshed will do is reawaken Chaos once again? Do you think he will beckon you into a new age as he swipes us all from existence to forge a new Pantheon? To forge a new legacy that sees us all dead, erased, and forgotten? Do you understand why I'm telling you not to do this? This path you're choosing to embrace leads you down a road of your own demise, just like..."**

Erebus paused, not wanting to continue further.
Teresa
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SETTING﹕ Somewhere near the backside of the bazaar.
PINGS﹕ 
NOTES﹕Concluding my first scene. Thank you for the daddy issues and brilliant story. Idk if you read these, but I love writing them. 
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As Erebus's warnings cascaded over her like a tempestuous wave, Nemesis stood unyielding. His words, though imbued with the depth of ancient wisdom and the scars of bygone conflicts, did not shackle her; they were but the winds beneath her expansive wings.

Beneath the umbral canopy, where light and shadow intertwined, the essence of Nemesis was both unveiled and honed. She transcended the mere role of a daughter of darkness, emerging as a sovereign force in the cosmic dance of power and principles.

The ancient deity's palpable frustration, mirroring the tension that vibrated between them, only fueled her inner fire. His warnings, meant to dissuade, unwittingly outlined her destined path. The legacy she sought to sculpt was not one of heedless destruction, but of a balance so profound that even the gods would tremble at its justice.

**"I hear your words, but it is you who fails to grasp mine."** 

Nemesis calmly asserted, her composure unshaken amidst internal tumult.

**"You speak of a legacy mired in blood and chaos, yet overlook the very nature of my being. I am Nemesis, the arbiter of balance, the scales upon which justice is weighed. To turn from this path is to deny the *Nature of my very essence*."**

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As Erebus's final caution lingered, unfinished and heavy with unspoken fears, Nemesis's determination deepened. She recognized the gravity of his concerns but remained steadfast in her belief that her journey was hers to define—a journey rooted not in denial but in the potential for a new dawn.

**"As I move forward, know that it is not in defiance of your wisdom but in pursuit of a vision that transcends the darkness you predict. Where our legacy is not one of ruin but of restoration."**

Preparing to leave, the goddess felt a certain pull, an acknowledgment of the deep bond that linked them despite their diverging paths. She turned back to face her father one last time.

**"I will see you on the front lines."**

With this parting sentiment, Nemesis receded into the embrace of the encroaching shadow, her departure not a retreat but a declaration. She left Erebus enveloped in a profound silence, a space now laden with the weight of her resolve and the promise of a new chapter yet to be written.
Anna
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Cara
It had been a good deal of time since she's been to the bazaar but Nike was making time now. As she arrived at the edge of everything, she was struck by the warm weather and the amazing smells that filled the air. If she wasn't on a specific mission she would have walked through and spent far too much time in the booths and sampling... Everything. Perhaps another day. Nike looked around focusing; she was here for one person and needed to find and dealing with thim.

As the goddess of Victory, Nike was used to winning, to supporting champions, championing heroes and leading to success in multitudes of avenues. But not winning, huge losing streaks or the like, drew her because that was messing up her vibe, her streak and positioning. Here she fouond the greatest source of that. One man whose bad luck was pretty damn messed up and she needed to stop him before things were headed for the worse.

Triton, Poseidon's son. She knew coming here to Poseidonia especially for the reason that she was there, could be risky but sometimes you just needed to do the necessary. The delicious smells surrounded her as did the cacophony of bazaar noises but she stayed focused, her wings disappearing as she wandered further until she spotted her target. Nike walked with purpose right up to him and got in his way.

Nike stared him down and didn't let him pass. "So here you are, Triton. Have you managed to break your massive losing streak because I'm pretty sure its a no and regardless of the Fates, it's really is a personal insult, to me. N oone is this big of a loser, I mean really. Things could change, or maybe I just kill you and stop it all. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. Or you could apologise and fix it. So go ahead. Apologise." ||
Susan
The oceanic bazaar, nestled in the embrace of the harbor, was a place of maritime culture and commerce. The warmth of the sun glistened off the cobblestone path, lighting Triton's steps as he walked. Wooden docks creaked rhythmically as anchored ships beat against them, running parallel to a promenade lined with an array of stalls and shops. Each stall, awash with vibrant colors, displayed an eclectic assortment of unique maritime artifacts; from antique sextants to polished conch shells, each piece held some relevance to the sea. Nautical-themed art adorned the walls of the shops, showcasing paintings of legendary sea battles, tranquil coastlines, and mythical sea creatures. The air was saturated with the tangy scent of brine mingling with the rich aroma of tropical spices and fresh seafood. Artisans and craftsmen proudly exhibited their locally crafted souvenirs, capturing the essence of the ocean in hand-blown glasswork, intricate knotwork, and driftwood sculptures.

Triton's long, curly hair fell freely over his shoulders, framing a face marked by a serene yet confident expression. His chest was bare, revealing a toned torso that spoke to a disciplined dedication to physical fitness, and his skin glistens with the soft kiss of Grecian sunlight. He was just strolling along, minding his own business when Nike, in all of her golden glory, stomped right up to him and blocked his way. A sculpted brow rose as he stared at her. "Yes, here I am. And here *You* Are... Blocking my path. Long time no see, Nike, I —" She cut him off, and once he understood the nature of her visit his gaze hardened and he looked annoyed. *Fucking Persephone. ||

Triton was coming in hot. Before she knew what was even happening he reached out and grabbed her by the throat, walking her backwards until her heels hung off the docks, threatening to cast her into the water. "Or perhaps I should take you down into those dark, watery depths and let the sharks feast on your corpse." His hand squeezed tighter and his eyes narrowed. Triton had taken just about enough shit from **Everyone**, and something in him had finally snapped. 

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Hattie
Nike stood her ground, not a great effort at first as she stood in front of Triton, looking at home near the sea, not that she expected anything else. The market continued on around them as their confrontation continued. She easily tossed her long braid over her shoulder, filling the her space easily and just shy of encroaching on his personal space. "Long time indeed." She slowly grinned as her intent because more clear. She didn't know what he had done to piss off the Queen of the Underworld that she cursed him like this and maybe she should bring this up to to her but here and now, it was Triton in front of her and was who she was focused on. She was almost amused by his reaction, evoking his father.

"You're excused... Only not really. What am I apologising for exactly, coming to talk to you, hmm? Poseidon don't like talking. It's not an accusation if it is the truth, unless you're wrong? You should watch what you have to say, Trit—" Nike was stunned for a split second as she spoke when he struck, grabbing her around the neck and push her backwards. A cheap shot to be sure and he moved quick but she recovered and was quicker, stronger, pissed off. "I'd like to to see you try," She seethed, her wings unfurling behind her and keeping he aloft as she gripped his wrist. "Don't do something you will regret Triton. Have you learned to fly since last we saw each other? Or do you just want to see what happened?" She had been annoyed before, the skew of his Fate throwing her own off like very few could do and now, now she was angry, with the temper of her own father, because of this reckless son of Poseidon.

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