<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Kometa (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1i5ScXRDKqEYDJM_NuzHxDkxX8Slte-FJmvfGZZO8pEU/edit?usp=sharing)</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Kometa's teleportation concluded with its usual lack of fanfare, though her destination this time was her own home so she did not scare the wits out of any poor unsuspecting clerks. It wasn't a particularly large home, especially compared to those of some of her fellow Chosen, but it was comfortably appointed and in a particularly pretty neighborhood. The atrium, where she had appeared, was full of carefully tended plants (a little reminder of home) but she did not linger. She popped quickly into her bedroom to add Xenos' box to a shelf full of various odds and ends she'd collected in a similar manner, souvenirs from her interactions with the other Chosen, who she still couldn't quite manage to think of as peers and not distant, larger-than-life heroes.<br/><br/>Soon sandals were hitting paving stones as she followed a familiar series of streets. Roza couldn't abide being still unless she had something to occupy her mind, a weakness that had only worsened with the Awakening of her powers, and she often walked the streets of the capital when there was no work waiting for her and her studies couldn't hold her attention. She didn't immediately jump out as a Champion at first glance; no obvious supernatural auras, no odd inhuman features, just a regular young woman (if an astonishingly pretty one) with somewhat odd fashion sense. She favored chitons, though of the thigh-length variety generally reserved for athletics or hard laborers, and forwent the bulky himation in favor of of a simple blue sash. She'd tried to mimic the elaborate hairstyles fancy ladies often seemed to favor, but her long, wild black curls had not been cooperative and she eventually decided to allow them their freedom for fear they might rebel.<br/><br/>Before long Kometa arrived at the acropolis and located Graven in short order, bounding up to the stoney man with an excited grin on her face. She came to an abrupt stop a few feet away when he motioned for her to wait and attempted to stand patiently, though soon she was bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. She took a little pride in arriving first, but her curiosity quickly threatened to drive her a bit mad.<br/><br/>She smiled brightly at the other women when they arrived, and gave an odd little half-curtsy half-bow when Graven spoke. "Salutations!" she said, the odd gesture and her rather thick accent immediately pegging her as foreign-born.