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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 2:13 pm
The Prytaneum was a rather pleasant place when there wasn't an emergency to be called-for. It reminded Brian of what he'd seen of universities in movies; large buildings in various points across a wide lawn, people wandering and mingling with their peers out-of-doors. Of course he had no real idea, and the tour of the grounds had seen a specific remark that this was not a college. Still, after the birds it was nice to come home to a peaceful, green expanse of land just on the shore.
It seemed almost normal now, being a Chosen of the Gods. At first he had been entirely gobsmacked. It was a hard thing to get your head wrapped around what with all of this validation of religion and monsters and afterlives. Somehow, actually being used against those swarms of metal buzzards had calmed his mind. Maybe it was just denial.
At the moment he was enjoying a morning run out on the track. The facilities were wonderful and he planned to make full use of them. He was dressed in a grey "ARMY" t-shirt and a pair of track pants with stripes down the side, with the earbuds to an old iPod nano tucked into his ears as he made his way around the track. Physical activity kept the mind clear and the body prepared, but it helped to ease stress as well. Getting back into the swing of things with work and the Prytaneum had been just about as hard as he had expected.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 9:35 pm
Mathilda stretched her arms above her head, tilting her upper left and right. Her trip to the Alps had made her realize her skills were a bit rusty, so she had decided to pick up running again. Dressed in black leggings, black tennis shoes, and a black sports bra, she made her onto the track, moving on to touching her toes. Humming, she stretched her calves. She had left her phone in her dorm, wanting this time to think. Beginning with a light jog, she noticed another person on the track. She didn't recognize the man, but she kept up her pace.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 10:18 pm
Brian had noticed the woman joining him (or, more appropriately, joining the track) and did watch her for a moment. She wasn't someone he knew but, like with most Chosen, her face seemed familiar in passing. He also couldn't see a badge for his go-to ice breaker of which God had shattered your reality and sent you here. He was entirely unsure what to say. The Chosen were so varied among themselves that it was hard to know what you were going to get.
When their strides matched up he offered her a wave, squinting slightly in the sun. He was curious about her, what she did, who she was, but didn't know how to broach the subject. She was an intimidating-looking woman, or at lest her running-face held some of that determination they trained you to look out for.
401Glass Pomegranates If she doesn't feel the need to say anything, I can have him take a break and she can coincidentally take one at the same time or somesuch?
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 10:44 pm
Mathilda noticed the man looking at her as she joined the track, and when he waved, Mathilda nodded back, her eyes catching his shirt. Deciding to break their awkward silence, Mathilda pointed a finger at his shirt. "A military man? Interesting. What brings you here?" First introductions were always weird, especially in a place like this, but Mathilda tried to make the best of it. The ARMY shirt threw her a bit, making her tiny bit weary. Duty-bound men and hired killers didn't get along in her past meetings, but this could be different.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 2:05 pm
Brian wasn't sure what was happening for a second. He popped out an earbud and took up the woman's pace. It was her pointing that eventually explained her question. Right. He'd forgotten he was wearing it.
"Oh, yeah," he said with a nod, still trying to keep his breathing even and under-control. "I'm actually just a cop now, but I was." Of course, being police probably wasn't going to make Mathilda any more comfortable, but he had no idea, of course. "A dog talked to me at a traffic stop. Zeus." It still sounded insane. He laughed slightly, shook his head, and looked away a moment. It was only briefly before he turned back, though. "How about you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 7:04 pm
Mathilda paused slightly at the man's profession. Well, wasn't that great. However, there wasn't anything he could really do, not while they were here at least. Besides, for now, they were on the same side. She laughed at the man's comment about how his Chosen God spoke to him. Best to not act weird, that was one of the first things she learned. "Oh, me? A baker. Born and raised. Among other things."Vague was good. She wasn't sure how much other Chosen knew about each other, so vague was probably a safe choice. Pausing for a moment, she realized he probably was referring to her Chosen God.
"And Ares."She tugged her necklace from underneath her sport bra. She hadn't felt like taking it off, now that it was part of her daily wardrobe. "It's a pleasure to meet you...I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name. Mathilda Callahan, nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 8:03 pm
Brian noted the pause, but then he was trained to. He didn't think anything of it. A lot of people didn't really like cops these days, more than ever. At least she wasn't being an upfront p***k about it if she was one of them.
"Oh, really? Something you learned from Mom?" he asked. "Born and raised" was a weird phrase to use when it came to profession, so he could only assume that it was an inherited skill, or else she grew up working in a bakery with her parents. What was even more strange was the added-on "among other things." Well what in the hell did that mean? Every Chosen was different, though. Starkly different. He found it amusing more than anything, at least at the moment.
"Ah, Aries." So she was probably a bit of a badass from what he'd gleaned. Odd, then, that a baker should be Ares. Oh well. Who was he to question the Gods? "Oh, sorry. I'm Brian. Watterly. It's nice to meet you." He'd have offered to shake her hand if they weren't running. He was awkward, but not that awkward. "What weapon did you pick up?" It was best tokeep conversation casual, he figured.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:32 am
"Mein Vater. Sorry, my father. He taught me."Mathilda kept her face open and happy, not letting her underlining skepticism show. If the man had caught on to anything, he didn't show it. "It's nice to meet you Brian. Oh, and I chose the dagger. I've always been good with a knife, so why not fight with one. Just have to make sure not to confuse the weapon for a kitchen utensil."She laughed and kept up the pace. It was good that they were in motion, it prevented any awkward pauses in movement or silence. "What did you choose? And what were you listening to, by the way. I could hear a beat, but not much else."
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 5:32 pm
Brian smiled at the introduction of a second language. He didn't speak German, but he always found himself more interested in bilingual folks. It was a guilty admission, but true all the same.
"German, eh? What generation are you? Not to assume that your family's from Germany," he said, one hand up. He really didn't want to offend anyone here. "I'm second generation myself. Spanish."
His second thought was... with a knife? She was a baker, not a chef. Maybe she had gone to culinary school or something like it? She'd just mentioned her father, though. That was a little odd.
"The bow. I was in the archery club in high school. I certainly have never used a sword or a war hammer... Honestly, I'm used to guns." He turned to his iPod then and checked the currently-playing song. He had been drowning it out with conversation. "Daft Punk." He had a specific going-running playlist to keep him going and going fast.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 12:16 am
"Ja! I don't know honestly. My guess is that my family is native to Germany. We go way back, I've lost track of how far. Spanish! How fun! It's not something I heard a lot back home, but its spoken quite a lot her, especially where I was living before coming here!" She nodded excitedly. "You must have a natural talent for it! I tried once when I was small, ended up with several bruises on the inside of my arms." She laughed. When she heard his music choice, she cheered slightly. "Daft Punk ist sehr gut!I have a spot spot for their old music, but their recent album was amazing!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:11 pm
So she wasn't sure her family was from Germany, but spoke it with such frequency that it seeped into her English? How odd!
"Where are you from, if I can ask?" Some people didn't want to share, after all. At the mention of archery he looked down at his forearms. It had been a while, so he couldn't tell if he had once had bruises or scratches. "Yeah, when I first started I definitely should have messed my arms up. Back then though we had finger tabs and arm guards and all." They had just sort of been thrown at their weapons this time, haven't they?
He chuckled at the return of the German. "I'm glad! people usually give me strange looks about them." Brian admitted. "Honestly, I don't think I've heard any of their new stuff. I should!"
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