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“…I don’t think we… um.” He hesitated. “I don’t think we die that way…I mean if…you actually killed me I think I’d just be, gone, I’m not even Ancient material, even with that weird… dream I had when I came through the doors. I also don’t know why I’d be in a human um… Purgatory? If you’re all dead why aren’t you ghosts or something?”


He made a face about the raven joke. “I’m a Quetzalcoatl!” He said looking more than a little sad. “I thought humans knew about us! I mean…I do have legs right now but…but see? Scales?” He poked at his arms where the scales were more prominent, and then his side where more ran down the sides of his torso. “Snake! Feathered Serpent! Flying…..yeah.” He drooped his shoulders.

“I have a Harpy friend who looks like a magpie though!”

“Grandfather used to say people worshiped us, but… he has rather an ego because he’s still so colorful.” He rolled his eyes.





Damage done do Medea so far 17

Night rounded on her, and it was all she could do to keep him at bay with her trident up against her. Still, he dug into her, slashing and digging and pulling and hurting until she felt thoroughly ravaged. She stumbled back a few steps, wiped the blood from her lips, and took the time to catch her breath before she finally spoke.

"Wow." She breathed out. "Somebody doesn't like being called a bad kitty.

Maebe had just required a brand new weapon.

Night hissed, his hair standing on end, his tail fully puffed out.

How dare this human b***h. Who was she to say anything to him!?!?! He wanted to be calm, to go back to that uncaring black cat that started to play with these girls, but he was being fueled by the black seed inside him, as well as the trigger anger.

"I'll rip out your tongue you stupid little girl." Night drew the claws out again, "I'll bring your head to Amrita. I'm a good cat! I'm A GREAT ******** CAT."

"Wait, you can just keep coming back then?" What a life. Death? "I'm gonna go ahead and say I don't envy that. But damn, a ketz....that thing. Harpies. Brilliant."

Don't mind her, just chatting it up with an ancient mythological bird in the body of a teenage boy. For all the horrors around them, Nora couldn't help but be a bit fascinated. Maybe her focus was getting a little narrow from the piling stress.

"Well then, ancient pretty bird, I'm Nora, the Very Boring Human. And you," she said to Ever, clasping his shoulder," are going to be just fine. You know why? Because we're alive, mate. Barely, but it counts for something." She knew that look, she had seen it on more than one face both here and before Deus. Nora's optimism remained steady, coming off rather motherly. "Something happens, I've got your back, mm? How's that sound? We'll have plenty of time to process all that business later, so don't you worry about it right now."

Lock kept his eyes on the horsemen that surrounded him, but instead turned to the girl who approached. How annoying. Especially her hair that was the most annoying part about her. No one needed an afro that large.

"No!" Lock called. "That is my prey." He could feel the darkness growing within him as he lashed out at Piper. Lock no longer recognized her as his friend and compatriot. She was merely another target.

One with annoying hair.

This time, Ever didn't reply; just let them talk, surveying the battlescene with a new eye. More focused, a bit more together, without that dead distance behind his expression. He was there again, and after a moment, he worked his mouth.

"Should we be fighting something, then? Something that we actually do damage to?"

Chase was flying in mid-air, enjoying all the fights while did nothing. He saw the kitty fighting a blonde human female being and the show was just so entertaining that he didn't even try to find a target.

More, show him more, give him more.

Apparently, Death Horseman Hanna was the most intimidating ever. As she stood guard in front of Medea, most of the battlefield was embroiled in their own conflicts. No one made a move against the Priestess. Her movements were slow, fluid as she stalked a circle around her protected -- and then, several feet away, she saw one of her own fending off two Hunters. Golden eyes swept to Medea and then back to her ally. They needed more hands to guard the Priestess. Horseman Hanna knew one way to get them.

Holding the strange weapon higher, Death Horseman Hanna sprinted towards where Jack and Finn fought Nergui. "I am here, sister!" she called out, voice flat and measured, swiping her blade up in a high arc at the larger of the two: Jack.

Her features were dark, skin a gunmetal gray, body heavily cloaked in black and blue layers, hood resting back on her head -- but her eyes were mostly the same gold, just more vacant as she attacked what should be her ally.

Oh, hi, Jack.