Medusa's Companion (Tick and Alixandre)
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				Title: <strong>Medusa's Companion (Tick and Alixandre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>25-05-2015, 01:40:33</strong>
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				Traveling had never been Arthur’s domain. Walking around the crowded stalls of the Medieval section of one of many museums in New York, he found himself sighing a bit in disappointment. It was more to his taste to take action and be doing something rather than walking around and staring at artifacts. His coworkers who he had journeyed to New York with due to a business trip had endless enthusiasm for the smoke covered and busy city.&nbsp; He himself had found himself looking for benches to pull his tablet out and work on whatever he could while he could escape his coworkers. To his dismay, this rarely lasted long.<br><br>“Hey Art, we are heading to the Greece and Roman sections, come on.” A sharp roll of his eyes was the wordless response he gave as he stuffed his tablet away, the Surface Two having seen more attention than any museum today as he slipped it away into his messenger bag and stood up to walk to the next area. The clip of his pocket knife flickered a bit in the light as he moved through the displays. Looking around slowly, his eyes rolled softly in boredom as he stopped in front of a statue of Medusa. <br><br>“Fitting punishment for a slut don’t you think?” <br><br>The ignorant comment from his coworker brought an annoyed flicker to his eyes some of the only lore of Greek culture he knew was butchered. All the same he bit his tongue to try to not cause any more drama then necessary. As much as he hated it, he did have to maintain good relationships with his company. As he looked over the statue again, a small frown decorates his face as he read the plaque and walked around the display. Looking at a small coin he notices the design on it and leans over to inspect it. The gorgeous work was rather noticeable as he looked down to the plaque and read over the piece. Created as a tribute by a seer to the cursed woman. <br><br>The coin itself was ordained with the head of Medusa, red gems for the eyes of each of the snakes and yellow for Medusa’s own eyes. Onyx scales were used to emulate scales here and there along with emerald chips. The workmanship was odd for a villain so to speak of the lore. As he looked back to the plaque, something stuck out, the description of its origin vague and amusing at the same time. One of his hands ran along his piercings a habit he had gained from years of having the two cartilage piercings and two piercings in his lobe on his left ear. <br><br>“According to what we could find on it, the coin was made as a last form of revenge for a titan and seer who was said to be able to see the threads of time. The Gods did their best to remove her from history, thus we could never find her name. But the coin was cursed to be her revenge based on the inscription along the edge of the coin. The text is a bit … bizarre.” The curator who snuck up behind him began to say. The woman’s eyes flickering with a knowing smile. “It is said that the man who carries the surface of lightning and knows mercy for the snakes will find their way. Anyone else will earn the snakes ire. Those who touched the coin upon studying or recovering the coin all died in three days from a variety of means.” The blue eyes Art carried looked at the woman standing in a business suit as if not sure if she was screwing with him or not. "Thank you for the history lesson." He said simply before standing up straight and walking around the Medusa section again.<br><br>As he finished, he found himself stopping next to the coin again, staring at it with an odd amount of amusement. "Really, surface of lightning huh?" An amused smile on his face as he flipped over his Surface in his hand. "In the time period, electricity was often translated to just be thunder or lightning." There was of course no serious expectations as he set his bag down and placed his hand on the glass case. Suddenly, a soft green light flashed across the eyes of the coin and the glass shattered and his hand snapped backwards out of reflex. The alarms going off about him only caught his attention for a moment before his eyes shot back to the coin. The green eyes still flickering light at him as he watched it carefully. His hand was completely unharmed as if it wasn't damaging the case to attack him, but rather open the case itself. <br><br>"When all reasonable conclusions have been eliminated..." Bastardizing Sherlock Holmes as he reached into the glass case. "I'm guessing you were clearing the way for me?" A soft breath outwards to calm himself as his fingers reached into the glass case and placed one finger on the coin even as the guards rushed at him, and a green flash of light consumed everything for Art. He couldn't even begin to guess how long it had been before he hit the ground knocking the wind out of him as his jeans rubbed against the hard, dirt covered floor. His T shirt and black zip up hoodie barely protecting him from the fall as he recovered using techniques he had learned over years of training and set his eyes upon a world that had only casually graced his eyes. <br><br>Almost instantly a javelin landed next to him and despite his short breath he rolled to his feet. A short spark of panic ran through his eyes as he found himself in front of a cave and a rather authentic soldier that would have fit into the Odyessey quite nicely drawing his sword at him. Noticing the green aura around him, Art quickly took in his situation as he breathed out to try to curb his panic. His eyes flicked to the winged sandals that the man was wearing and he closed his eyes as one word summarized his thought process. "Fuck." <br><br>Raising his hands in front of him as he took a stance that he was quite comfortable with but was not hostile directly, he quickly spoke. "I do not want to fight you. I know of your... quest and why you are here but....." Halfway through the man rushed at Arthur and swung his blade which caused the quick reaction or Art practicing a footwork he hadn't done in years to move back quickly. "I do not have time for your lies heretic. Your appearance alone is enough to prove you are my enemy. The green sun that bathed you is all the encouragement I..." Another practiced slash cutting through the black fabric of his hoodie as&nbsp; Art barely dodged again. "Fine then..." <br><br>This time when the next cut came, Arthur stepped in, crossing his arms in an X and catching the forearm of his assailnt on the downward cut before the momentum hit its peak and then as the soldier seemed caught off guard by the assault, he turned to twist the hero's arm into a armbar only to receive a very powerful kick that sent him sprawling and gasping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Medusa's Companion (Tick and Alixandre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 14:04:41</strong>
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				<em>There had always been much said on the topic of the Medusa:<br><br>She was the tragically beautiful maiden who happened to catch Neptune's wandering eye while praying in Minerva's temple - and she was properly punished for her beauty with rape, and then punishment from the goddess herself. She was turned to a creature who bore snakes atop her head, or maybe she was given the bottom form of a snake, but was allowed to keep the beauty of her torso. <br><br>She was given guardianship over one of the numerous gates to the Underworld, the domain of Pluto or Hades - depending on who you were talking to. She and her two sisters were furious sea-born creatures, demi-goddesses in their own fearsome rights. With only Medusa taking her duties seriously and protecting that entrance to the darkest of darks to this day.<br><br>She was a Titan, with her lineage traceable back to Chronos himself. But, like her mortal counterpart, she was banished to the darkness after she was raped as punishment for her beauty. She was a seer, unable to see her own fate, but benevolently offered her far sight to the mortals that the other beings of power in the universe chose to trample over.<br><br>And, in the dark, no matter her story, she lingered. She bore the rage of Athena, Minerva, eventually through her avatar: the mortal Perseus. It was at his hands that the monstrous woman, Demigoddess, Titan was to meet her demise - a fitting punishment for a thing who might have thought that her beauty rivaled Pallas Athena herself.<br><br>Most of history forgot, however, that Medusa herself did not make the terror that surrounded her name, but that the terror made Medusa - terror born at the mistreatment of Gods that she trusted to keep her.</em><br><br><hr><br><strong>"Let me show you how a kiss should taste<br>Trust me, I won't give your heart away<br>Why you running, running when you got it right here?<br>Oh, I would love you if you let me<br><br>Daisy, always dancing to the same beat<br>Broken record stuck on repeat, Daisy, you got me<br>Daisy, don't you know that you're amazing?<br>Broken heart just keeps on breaking, Daisy<br>And I would take the light out of the stars to help you see"</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmY-iiEx_R8/UYEqUAOck8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xKCu6RTbPmA/s1600/Medusa.jpg)</div>Perseus stared angrily at the strange man bathed in the green light that Athena had instructed him would only cloak the evil creature he had been instructed to slay for her holy blessing. Rising from the ground, he threw his shield at his opponent and used the chance to chage at him and take him down by the ankles. They wrestled fruitlessly in a grotto before a cave entrance that seemed to breathe a strange kind of mist from its mouth. It was the home of the creature on the coin that Art had been compelled to touch.<br><br>But right now, an elbow drove aggressively into his chest with the hope of knocking the air out of Art's chest.<br><br>"Foul ally of the Gorgon - you will be punished for your heresy." Perseus seemed to bite the words off as they rolled around on the grass.<br><br>Unfortunately, this land belonged to an owner - and for better or worse, she had been alerted to the presence of <em>something</em>. She picked her steps carefully as her hands found holds in walls that she had never dared climb, but there hadn't been noise outside of her cavern since Hades Himself had come to ask if she was interested in the honor of overseeing an entrance to his realm. She wasn't a wicked-hearted being and so she had accepted the offer readily - and even now, she guarded the entrance. But, these men were not here for the entrance to Hades' realm - at least not that she could see as her multi-colored eyes watched as two men grappled with each other. <br><br>Long ago, she had been an immortal creature with beautiful, long and flawlessly black hair, but she had become an object of Poseidon's lust - and he attacked her, in Athena's temple, and had raped her on the floors of the temple. She had cried out to Athena, who turned a blind eye and then punished her for the act - it was Hades, then, who reached out to give her exile purpose. But it was not only exile that Medusa was punished with: who so ever attempted to look up what beauty was still there would be turned to stone, to keep Medusa from ever knowing the loving touch of anything other than cold stone.<br><br>It made her hesitate to get involved in the brawl, but the soldier was able to roll back towards his sword and raised it at the clearly unarmed man - and there would be no innocent blood spilled on her lands.<br><br>"Hold! Do not raise your weapons here, intruders!" she pushed herself up from her hiding and it was more than enough.<br><br>The soldier looked up.<br><br>Before Art, his skin slowly started to turn to stone and caught his face in a sky-aimed glance of fear. Where were the Gods to help their chosen? On Olympus, Athena saw that even with Her blessing and the blessing of Hermes, the hero Perseus still failed. Out of Art's vision, Medusa frowned and dug her fingers into the cream color of her gown as she turned her back, throwing her voice over it.<br><br>"Be gone from here, if you do not wish to share his fate, stranger." she closed her eyes, steadying her breath to give it an even sound - a soft hiss accompanied her words of warning.<br><br>Medusa hadn't been this close to a mortal - the last time had been before her banishment.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 07:07:35</strong>
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				There was a certain level of fear for Art, having barely any time to adjust to his situation as the brawl with the avatar of a god he didn’t even believe existed began. Though as the voice called out, the young engineer was forced to accept that perhaps he was not quite as aware of what was truly out in the world as he pretended to be. Those green eyes slowly widening as the soldier slowly turned to stone in front of him like something from a movie. IT was very hard to defy such a thing as he lifted a hand to the statue and slowly tapped it, confirming it was not only pure stone, but not even hollow as he breathed out and slowly ran his hands across his jeans before grabbing the handkerchief he carried out of habit from both his work and just the way he was raised and brought it to his face. <br><br>Those strong hands shook slightly as he tied it around his eyes and responded to the voice without turning around just yet, positioning himself to run as he got to his feet. It was very hard to deny that the woman that spoke to him was not the legend herself based on the situation he was in. The stone winged sandals and the stone statue itself both spoke volumes on where he was, even more so when he remembered the coin. He was sent here because he pitied her if the inscription was translated probably… and if he wasn’t drunk, high, hallucinating, insane and/or dreaming. But ignoring those more likely cases, he ran his hand slowly through his hair as he finally brought himself together enough to speak to the woman he hadn’t even seen. <br><br>“I take it that you are Medusa.” His voice a bit softer then he would like to admit in caution. This was a woman he could barely judge and had just turned a man to stone, but hadn’t killed him, not that he was facing her. Then again, she probably could rip him limb from limb if the stories implied anything. Licking his lips slowly he breathed out again as he began to speak to the unknown woman. “I’m… actually here for you.” He said shortly as he said the truth in a sense as he had a feeling the coin sent him here to save her from the roman Rocky. Ironically, this ended up more backwards if anything, more so he acted like a human alarm to let her know the man was there. <br><br>It was hard for him to figure out what to say. What was the culture in this time period? What were her views? She assumed she wasn’t psychotic or he would be dead, but she didn’t seem to mind killing the other man. Either way, he would just see her reaction first, or hear rather. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>08-06-2015, 12:35:12</strong>
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				Her eyes opened in time to watch the strange man tap the stone form of Perseus and she felt the muscles in her face move to smile, but Medusa moved against the action and chose to keep her face stern - not that Art could see it, otherwise he'd share Perseus' unfortunate fate. She felt no pity for the hero, however, because she had foreseen a force intent on murder in a vision and had been ready for him, but the man who tied the handkerchief around his eyes - <em>that</em> she had not foreseen. She admired that he had known to hide his eyes from her - because her footsteps filled the silence and allowed her to get closer enough that he could hear the breathing of the snakes that hissed from where her hair should be.<br><br>"I am she." she said slowly as she eyed the clothing he was wearing - had so much changed in her years of lurking in her caverns?<br><br>She looked to Perseus and shook her head - obviously, they hadn't, but this creature was a strange one. He was mortal, she confirmed with a touch to his warm hand - her own was oddly warm - and he knew of her curse to turn everything that looked upon her to stone. How?<br><br>"Who sent you? The Gods?" she glared skywards, not that he could see, as her voice took on a sharp and demanding tone.<br><br>This was where she had been banished, and yet Pallas sent an avatar to destroy her - Medusa had listened and had done the duties assigned to her faithfully, and yet she was to be murdered. She eyed Art, sizing the man up: he was not much taller than she, he had managed to not be killed instantly by Perseus, and he was obviously very cunning. If he was a Gods' servant, then she would more than likely be taking her last breaths - but, why hadn't he killed her, then? Her nose wrinkled with the questions.<br><br>"Well, speak." it was better that he had covered his eyes because the Medusa was currently glaring death at the man.
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>15-06-2015, 06:09:06</strong>
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				The touch of her hand against his own left Art tensing for a moment before relaxing again as he started going through the breathing exercises he had been taught since he was a teenager. As he was left blind there was no reason to close his eyes as he blocked out the threatening presence behind him before finally answering as he began to stand up. Hhis hand moving to the necklace around his neck. Pulling out the mess of wires that he had taken and morphed into a thick braid of different colored cables to wear. Of course, the possession was color disturbed due to his disability.<br><br>“That… is a question you would not believe me if I told you the truth.” His voice mixed with a small amount of humorless amusement before slowly turning to face the woman. Not that he could see her, but the hissing was a fairly good indicator of the general direction for him to face. As he tried to find which way to direct his face, his breathing evened out from the exertion of not dying and the concept of facing one of the most famous monsters of all time. Though facing was a bit of a questionable term to use. “Where I am from you, the gods, the Titans, and so forth are all.. legends so to speak. Let us say I knew for a fact you were supposed to die today. I don’t mean I thought you would die. I knew you would die.”<br><br>Letting that sink in for a bit, the young man tried to figure out how to word this before continuing as he dragged his fingers around his necklace before his other hand slowly slipped into his pocket. “Your story is… a bit of a mess where I am from. The majority of the stories portray you as a figure of tragedy. Some describe you as a villain. But I found a coin, it said that, well based on the vague description, I was supposed to come here and stop you from dying. I can at least give some validity of my story.” Pulling out his slowly to let her know he was not trying to be hostile, he faced it upwards and towards the sky as he removed his cellphone. Art tapped the sleep button and it flashed on, holding it firmly in front of him. “Where I am from this is common.” <br><br>Breathing out again he slowly held out his phone for her to take if she wanted to look at it herself. “I am here to help you. Needless to say, there are a lot of… Gods that do not like you.” He said simply though the way he said god surprisingly did not show them the respect most would give them. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>24-06-2015, 12:21:26</strong>
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				She had to admire his bravery, to turn and face her like that - if his eyes had visible, then he would have looked instantly upon death. His blindfold, still, presented a unique opportunity that Medusa had not known in many, many years and she was sharply aware that she had missed this kind of contact. Medusa blinked as Art proclaimed that they were legends - whatever those were - where he came from and that he had known that she would die today.<br><br>"The gift of sight is not unique to you. I myself saw my death this day, as well." clearly, she was not impressed.<br><br>Her eyes followed his hand, tracing the line of a necklace - what strange behavior for a Gods' assassin. If he was going to kill her, he surly was taking his time with the act and it was making her uneasy. Medusa saw his hand go into his pocket and she tensed - this was it, this was to be hour of her death and she closed her eyes to make peace with her fate. Instead, the man talked of stories and tragedy, coins and - and a prophecy? Again, she blinked because she was unsure what to make of the lit tablet in front of her.<br><br>"What God do you serve that would send you to warn me?" she took the phone, turning it over in her hands curiously. <br><br>The light flickered off and she dropped it out of surprise, staring down at it. After a moment, she bent down and picked the phone back up. She brushed it against her gown to clean the screen off before she pressed a button accidentally and it lit again. It was a clever distraction, but it was not enough to remove her from his words.<br><br>"This I have always known. The Gods' scorn is something that I had lived with for most of my life, stranger." the term for him had changed as she decided that if he was sent here to kill her then it was not to be at this moment.<br><br>"What is it you seek, exactly?" she played with the phone, turning it this way and that, watching the screen shift.<br><br>It was fascinating.
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 19:04:31</strong>
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				The young man wasn’t sure exactly how to answer at first. This was not particularly his favorite problem in the world. Magic made things far more complicated than just showing her proof from his timeline. Thinking for a bit, he snapped his fingers at a new thought. “So, you have good eyes yes? Or so to speak.” Babbling a bit, he took his time wording this properly. “Let’s try a new way of you validating what I am trying to say. I don’t know how your… power, works, but can you see if anything on me has been touched by a god? Or more so, if a Divine power has influenced any of my possessions.” If she could, other than the coin, he was confident he was rather clean of any magical radiation if there was such a thing, and if there was, he had to see a doctor when he got back to his time. <br><br>“Assuming that is not possible, can you look…” Thinking for a moment in a way of wording this, he finally came to an answer, “Two thousand five hundred years from now.. and … “ Trying to do the math in his head, he finally finished, “Eight million paces…” There was a momentary concern that the concept of million wasn’t invented yet. Looking up to locate the sun based on how bright the sun was shining through his blindfold, he guessed the direction, pointing to what he assumed was west. “That way. There should be an land you’ve never seen, or if you have it has never been recorded. About two thousand five hundred years from now is when I was born. I don’t know how much control you have over your sight, if it helps, all of my possessions are from that approximate area.”<br><br>Perhaps if she saw his world, she would be more willing to believe him. “The most popular religions where I come from are Christianity, which hasn’t really been founded yet, Hindu and a few others.” Sadly he had to admit he couldn’t remember any others as his head was going a bit blank. Trying to do math and remember history he barely studied was leaving him a bit burnt out. “The Gods you know, are a dead religion nobody that matters follows anymore. I don’t have any ‘sight’, I simply lived in the future.” <br><br>“The world instead relies on devices like the one in your hand. No magic involved. No more than a hammer or plow. If you press the third little bump on the left hand side, you can take ‘pictures’. Think paintings that are made in perfect likeness and last as long as that item does. Go ahead and try. No magic involved.” <br><br>“So let me restate this. I was not sent here by any god that I know of, nor do I worship anyone. I guess I am here to keep your head attached to your neck, and get home. Ideally both. And not be turned into a rock like Mr. Pebble over there.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 22:39:55</strong>
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				Medusa, the fearsome Gorgon, the creature of terrifying mythology, blinked.<br><br>"Aye, I have eyes." this man had clearly succomb to hysteria. <br><br>He was talking in riddles that made no sense and she couldn't put anything that he was talking about, initially, together. She didn't have the kind of sight to see if things had been blessed by the Gods - it was an easy thing, either you were not or you were, and it was becoming clear this this man - this mortal - did not understand how the Gods worked. Still, for his benefit, she tried to see if she could sense anything in the air. After all, it was the least that she could do after the man had provided a distraction for the man who had been sent to kill her.<br><br>Two thousand and five hundred years, eight million paces - what were these things? Her head turned towards were Helios began his race across the morning sky each morning and Medusa continued to listen as it became very clear that the mortal had given in to hysteria. She was sure that it was a sickness that could only plague women, but now she was questioning the logic behind that assumption - that, or the Gods were playing a very cruel trick on her. <br><br>"Christianity? Hindu?" the words <em>felt</em> wrong in her mouth - he was speaking blasephemies!<br><br>"The Gods are eternity, stranger. Hades does not command them in the same tongue that He commands mortals - like you." this was getting quite odd.<br><br>Eyes, including those of her snakes, stared at the "device"&nbsp; in her hand with curiosity. She wondered what a picture looked like - a perfect sculpture or whatever a "painting" was? She had been a vain maiden, once, before she had been twisted into what she was now and Medusa hadn't been able to bear to stare at herself, so she wondered what she looked like, now. One, two, three - she pressed the bump in and something flashed. The creature hissed with surprise but then saw her face on the device. <br><br>She was <em>beautiful</em> still. The Gods had not stolen that from her completely.<br><br>"Yes, I believe you, now." a cold hand pressed Arthur's phone back into his hand.<br><br>"Come. Once they know their Champion has fallen, they will come looking for us." footsteps began to move away from Arthur at a slow pace so that he could easily follow.
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>23-10-2015, 06:15:39</strong>
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				There was a quick moment where he would have grabbed the nearest large object and bashed his head against it. This was like trying to explain color to him, to someone who had never experienced red. How do you explain to someone a world without the color red who had lived with it? Though, at the same time, it was easier for him to imagine the absence of a world where million meant nothing, then for him to imagine colors. “I am going to have to kill a freaking god to get you to believe me aren’t I?” The statement was made with a rather odd amount of ease, as if the task was easy. And thus the sky answered in turn.<br><br>Without hesitation, the sound of the sky raining its disapproval landed just left of him as lightning hit a nearby tree. The young man shot to the ground instantly in shock, still rather blind at the time before beginning to laugh as he released what happened. “Well, it seems I have the big guy’s attention.” Half a second later, he realized the term guy probably didn’t mean much to the people here. Though the next question was how the hell anyone understood him speaking English. Again, disregarding irrelevant facts. “Question, though.” He began to say as he turned around, ripping the blind fold from his eyes, as he looked to the now smoking tree and then back to the blue sky.<br><br>“Why didn’t you hit me? I mean, I’m just a lowly human who just said he would kill you.”<br><br>Another loud boom sounded as the tree to his left this time shattered. Not nearly immune to the blinding flash and once again deafening sound of the King of Gods telling him to shut up, Art could barely hear himself as the ringing in his ears and the back lash of the bright light on his eyes left him a bit dazed. “Performance issues? To quote a very wise man. It’s not that uncommon, one out of five.” This time though, he started walking to the cave as he swiftly noted that there were not enough tall objects left now for him to feel comfortable. Though he would have to thank his shoes for keeping himself from being an ideal target for the lightning strikes. <br><br>Making sure not to look the Gorgon above the waist as he swiftly walked into the cave, he pulled the phone back up to look at and noted the picture, with one last remark before stepping inside, “By the way, just wanted to let you all know. She’s still probably prettier than your personality.” Then before they could take another swing at him, he swiftly walked inside. “I am so glad they have no idea how science works or I would probably be dead right now..” He muttered to himself as he ran one hand through his hair. Though despite all his talk, based on his rather visibly trembling, he was not quite so unaffected by the whole ordeal. <br><br>“So in the past half hour, I have met Medusa. Caused the death of an ancient Greek Hero, pissed off Zeus and probably half a dozen other gods. Found out that some truth to the greek gods exists.” His ranting accompanied by him slowly pacing around the cave. “And best of all, there is no fucking internet to google ‘how do I kill gods’.” Finally when he stopped, he started to look around, “Did I introduce myself? I don’t remember.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 00:00:52</strong>
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				Safe, under cover, Medusa listened to the too close strikes of lightning and wondered what, exactly, the mortal was doing. It was a blessing that the gods hadn't yet noticed the passing of their Champion - they'd have things to answer for once that happened. This put her quiet living at a large risk, something she hadn't really considered, but there would be no blood spilt that she didn't deem appropriate herself - this might have been where she had been banished, shackled, assigned to, but it was still her holy space. And, truly, Hades was her ally and he would hide them - at least her - if Medusa only asked him for aid. She hoped that it wouldn't come to that, however, and turned away from the entrance of her cave as the mortal walked into it. <br><br>"You've been very busy for one mortal man, yes." shutting her eyes, she turned, keeping her head down.<br><br>She didn't want to <em>kill</em> the mortal, not yet, so Medusa had to be very careful. It made her feel awkward to be so near to someone else, her cave was generally a lonely place. She lowered herself down along the ledge, finding small cracks to place her feet in as she scaled down the wall - hopefully, there was enough light for the mortal to figure out what he was doing. His outward reflection teased her lips into an amused smile. <br><br>"No, you did not tell me who you are. But, that can wait, climb down first!" safe on the ground, completely hidden from the immortal and the mortal's eyes, Medusa cupped her hands around her mouth and called up to him.<br><br>Turning from the wall, she moved into her domain. It was comfortably supplied and her visitor wouldn't want for anything - there were rules to hospitality - she'd have to check her stores for something to give in celebration of having a guest. Especially one that wasn't attempting to kill her - <em>that</em> was a new thing. There was so much that she still had to do with the day, but the mortal demanded her attention first. Carefully, she kept her back turned to the large mouth that led back into the rooms that had been carved into the cavern. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Medusa's Companion (Tick and Alixandre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>20-02-2016, 07:24:24</strong>
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				The young man followed her with a fair bit of difficulty, at one point pulling out a small flashlight to help with the being blind in the dark problem. Art was nothing if not prepared and was glad he carried his knife, lighter and flashlight today. Usually he carried them out of habit, but it seemed like if any day, today was a good day to have them. Though his shotgun, holy hand grenade and book of ancient magic arts were unfortunately left behind. <br><br>“You are surprisingly calm about all of this. Though I suppose the ability to turn a god to stone in a worst case scenario does make for a more reassuring standpoint then the fleshy mortal form.” He said softly as he dropped down and followed her through the cavern doing his best to stay close. Once again, he was glad he was in shape or this would have been a much harder trip. As they reached closer to her little home, he started to slowly look around before pulling out a small batch of coins with his hand and sighing as he noticed a particular coin missing.<br><br>“Any chance you are going to stop assuming I am insane anytime soon or will we just have to go with this assumption for a while?” He asked with a mildly tired tone before leaning against the wall and slipping down. One hand slowly ran over his face as the adrenaline of his situation slowly began to fade. “I suppose I’ve done my job so far though and saved you. I guess I should have grabbed his sword.” The man muttered as he let his eyes gaze to her form for a bit before looking back at his hands. “My name is Arthur, you can call me Art though. I’m an engineer by trade but that probably won’t mean much to you. I take lightning and use it to make things come to life.” He explained in the simplest terms he could think of.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Medusa's Companion (Tick and Alixandre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 20:06:01</strong>
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				“I have no reason to be angered, except perhaps that we have may have moved from the gods’ plans.” she thought that he may be attempting to be funny at his reasoning behind her own calm and so the Gorgon smiled, waiting to hear his footsteps <br><br>Still trying to keep her eyes away, she nodded as he spoke.<br><br>“I do not think that you are gripped by hysteria, but I think that you are, in fact, lost.” he was beginning to sound tired. “Art, Shaper of Lightning, welcome to my home.”<br><br>He sounded like he was behind her, so she turned and kept her eyes downcast, and led him into the cave. It opened up, once they got past the initial corridor and it looked more like the living spaces that were seen in textbooks on the subject of Grecian life than might have been expected. Pillows and scrolls were strewn about the floor, a loom sat off in the distance – the picture in it appeared to be shaping into clouds and Olympus below them – and there were halls that led into other parts of her home. Medusa was not the monster that history made her out to be, or, how history may have made her out to be, who was to know how Art’s presence had changed the timeline. <br><br>“I think you will find comfort here, until you are able to return home.” she made her way towards on the hallways, leaving Art to make himself comfortable.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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