IT’S THE SIX GUYN GORGON DYANMO…
Elpida is actually strolling on through the town, twowards the western wall, to near the memorial gate. Shje’s just waimlessly wondering, it’d appear.
Also, she may be a gbit tipsy if the flask she’s holding is any indication.
And she’s being followed. Elpida. By an overly large coyote people often mistake for some kind of dog or dbee since they aren’t too common out this way. Recently returned from a trip back west, the trickster demigod is looking to renew the contacts she’d made here some months ago. She remembers meeting the Gorgon a time a two and is curious. Jesana can also remember what a gorgon is, though in the time and Verse she learned of them, they were little more than ancient myths. It’s so strange really, the things she remembers and the things she does not. A Gorgon yes, the names of her first children, no. Strange and often a little sad perhaps but it long ago stopped troubling her over much.
After a bit Jesana grows bored and dashes up to trot alongside Elpida, titlting her head to give the woman a big coyote grin. She might even give the impression of laughing, if that were possible.
…is that… is that a coyote?
The quizzical look across Elpida’s face is clear as she stares down at it. She was, perhaps, unaware she was being followed beyond the genral sense of uneqase transferred down to her by her snakes. The coyote, though, amking its appearance known is enough to make her double take. Why is there a coyote even close to her?
“…why, hullo there, fella,” she offers.
It’s hard to say what makes Jes decide to mess with the Gorgon. Probably not the fella remark though, she’s been called so much worse. “I aint a fella lady sheesh. Dont’cha know the difference?” The coyote asks before grinning again. Then laughing aloud as a man coming from the opposite direction trips from the surprise and falls on his face. Ahhh she’d forgotten how funny people’s reactions to that could be. “Anywaaay…how’s it hanging?” Suddenly the coyote is gone an a tall and lean native american wearing a doe skin dress, moccasins and obsidian knives galore stands next to Epilda. It’s been long enough she isn’t sure the woman will recognize her. Utterly unafraid, Jesana reaches over to tickle a snake under the chin but carefully avoids looking at them. She remembers the whole stone thing and isn’t sure how long that’d last if it does take on her.
“Oh, it’s y-,” and then she’s t witching because the snake got touched. “h-hey! Don’t do that.” She bats at the hand.
Bat bat bat!
“I wasn’t exactly checking between a coyote’s legs, you know.”
“Fair enough.” Jesana laughs and nods. “Well, theyre kinda cute ya know? Hm.” She eyes Elpida specuatively. “Maybe not, eh? Where ya headed? shopping or outside the gate? I’ve been gone awhile, just got back the other day. Trying to get reaquainted. Think I’m gonna stick around awhile. That was the plan before, before I had to haul ass back out west for a bit.” She looks around as she walks, watching the people and dbees passing by with some interest.
“Was just gonna get out of town for a few hours. I figure I needed some space where I didn’t have all these eyes on me, you know,” Elpida gestures around dismissovely. She is perhaps not the weirdest thing around but, if one is honest, snakes for hair still stands out as a feature.
A dark brow raises in surprised consideration. “..Why does that bother you?” Jesana has looked the same, aside from losing all her scars since was eigtheen. No one would guess she’s centuries old and she’s always and ever drawn eyes unless deliberately trying not too and even then, being what she is, sometimes that fails. “I mean it makes you a bit easier to find perhaps but..” Clearly the woman has no issue with snakes.
Black eyes narrow and she notices someone tittering nervously while trying very hard not to look at Elpida. Scoffing loudly she darts forward and yells “Hey! A grown ass man afraid of a little snake?!” She hauls off and punches the fellow in the nose, kicks him in the groin and then when he bends over to grab himself, brings her elbow down on the back of his neck. “I’ll give you something to be afraid of!” The demigod snarls, then looks up and winks at Elpida. “Heyla, we should mabye hurry up on out of here for that walk..” Jesana says calmly as she falls back into place next to the Gorgon. “I know where the rest of you people live.” She grins and fingers one of her throwing knives.
“…what the fu-,” Elpida puts a hand over her mouth. “Did you seriously just… You know what. I’m going to hear qbout this from the guards later.” It’s not as if there’s a lot she can do about it.
She then proceeds to hurry towards the gate because YEAH LETS GO.
“What? Too much? I mean, you seemed upset. And I like fightin’. ..Okay that wasn’t really a fight but still.” She hurries up though, keeping pace easily. “It’s not like I killed the guy. I know death is kinda a bad thing to those mortals. He’ll be fine. I’ll buy him a drink or something later.” She smiles. “I reallllly like drinking. How about you?” Jesana looks down at her hips and frowns. She’s got a money pouch but “Aw. I left my wineskin back in my room. That’s a damn shame for sure.”
“I love drinking,” replie. Elpida. Her own flask at her hip should’ve been evidence of that. She is definitely on the way, though. “I have all the booze,” she adds, firmly.
“I knew I liked you!” Jesana grins and pats Elpida’s back. She’s fast! “I did see that but I’ve also seen people keep plainer drinks in there. Or like, holy water and oil. It’s a good way to carry that stuff i reckon but also a good waste of a nice flask.” She eyes Elpida thoughtfully. “I reckon its not as dangerous out here for you as some, is it.” She opens her mouth to ask a question rather than comment on the obvious but then hesitates as she r emembers the woman’s reaction to the people staring. It might be a rude question. “Do you ah.. go hunting any?” Is what she says instead of “do you feed them?”
“I mean, they don’t really seem to need food even if they bite everything.” Elpida is still hurrying along. Out the gates they go. She has a drink from her flask afterward. “So, Anyway. Not really? Not much of a hunter.” Even if she IS armed.
She’s still surprised that a lot of people aren’t in this time and place, depending on buying things from those that do. “Well, if you do ever need anything, I hunt a lot. And not just meat and skins, herbs and the like too.” For medicines and rituals and magic, teas and soaps and booze. Occasionaly to sell but not often. Easier and faster to sell hides and furs, or find a game of chance or good underground fighting ring. There aren’t a lot of things she needs money for besides. “Sometimes I buy food but I’d usually rather feed myself. Plus coyotes kinda need to hunt.” After taking a long look at Elpida’s guns Jes tries another question. “How good are you with those? I use my knives or a bow. Indian style, not one of those crossbows. Used guns a lot when I was a kid but.. well.” She shrugs. “Long time ago. A real long time ago.” She snorts. “In a galaxy far far away…” Ahh. No one here has ever gotten that.
“Christ. You talk a mile a minute, you know that?” Elpida has a looooong drink from her flask before handing it over. She did ask.
“I mean, I do all right wioth the guns, tyou know. Enough that I hold my own okay when it comes to it. ALso, did you seriously quote Star Wars at me? You’re THAT kinda old?”
This seems to’ve perked her interest in a small way. Someone who remembers the same things she does!
Jesana nearly chokes on her sip. It’s so rare to be actually startled these days. “Wait. They had star wars on this earth?! I came from a different version. A long time ago still but.. that is one of the things I remember. My brothers loved that damn movie. They thought it was like a mondern day.. sorta modern day cowboys and indians movie. Of course she can’t recall her brothers faces or their names.. “Not sure how old I am anymore. Centuries. I was sent to a spirit place with a lot of other Native Americans for a long time til after the Rifts came here and the world fell and died. Then they brought us here to begin again. In my time there weren’t a lot of Indians left and most lived on a Res somewhere.”
Elpida just stares at Jesana for a long time. Blankly.
“…right. Okay. Well, I’m not from here. Paralell Earth Theory being proven is wiiiiiiiiiiild.” She combs her fingers through her snakers.
The native woman seems quite amused by Elpida. “I think I knew there were other worlds. Don’t think I knew about other earths though. Funny that star wars mighta been in more than one. Makes you wonder what else mighta been the same, or different?” She can talk a lot sure, when she wants to. She can also go years without a word so it tends to even out she thinks.
“Well, sure. I mean, who knows, right? It could be as simple as door being the wrong color.” She watched Sliders once, okay?
“It’s waaaaaay beyond my meager brains to figure it out and, to be honest, I have bigger things to worry about. Like snakes.” Her eyes roll up towards them.
That seems to quiet Jesana for several mintues. Finally she shrugs a bit then just asks. “Uh.. they bother you? Aren’t they kinda.. part of you?” She is coyote after all. It’s not just what, it’s who she is. Or at least a very big part of it. Her memory of her past life is rather foggy but she’s almost certain it never bothered her even if it brought other problems.
“Not always,” replies Elpida. “They’re a new addition. SO, yeah. Every hiss or bite is a reminder of that. I don’t approve.” A shrug of her shouldewrs follows. “Truth is, I wanna go home.”
“So you weren’t..how did it happen? Home huh? Maybe.. maybe its not so bad being here. I mean, I seem to recall you had some people. Home is where you make it. This city isn’t that bad of a place for a city.” It is not like most of her people live now but she’s always been different. She can totally bear a city for long periods of time and the urge to travel and see or look for new things always returns eventually but then, she’s the daughter of a Trickster god, a bit of chaos incarnate. “Maybe it’s not helpful but I like them. They look good on you. Possibly accepting them could make them easier to.. be with.”
“Rather not talk about it. It’s all I get asked about for the most part,” remarks Elpida, dourly. Another longer drink. Much longer.
She hands the flask bqack over, though as she pads out into the wild with her.
“I mean, I’m glad you like them. Some people keep petting them. OR trying to, anyway.”
Aside from that brief tickle of the one, she has not at all tried to touch them. “Yeah, I get that a lot when people find out about coyote or just see her. Round here I get mistaken for a damned big dog so much.” Jesana just seems to find this funny though. “I have a lot of fun with it. The look on people’s faces, it’s just priceless. Even in a place like this I’m a bit unexpected I guess. Plus if some freak tries to pet me and I ain’t having it, well they only try the once.” She considers a moment. “Kids get a free pass. Always loved kids.”
They’re a little ways outside the town now and Elpida looks up for a moment.
“This looks like the spot,” she says. It’s a place, sure. Grass. And a clear view of the stars. HEre, she plops onm the ground and looks up at the sky. She intends to stargaze.
Also, ehr snakes spread out EVERYWHERE.
Jesana looks around for a few minutes, nostrils flaring, ears listening. In human form her senses are still far better than average. After deciding it seems safe enough, the demigod settles on the ground next to Elpida and gazes up at the stars as well. She’s quiet for a good while before finally smiling. “I don’t miss light polution at all.” Is the only comment she offers. This is really not a bad way to spend an evening.
“There are indeed worse ways. A few better too.” Another long drink. It’s a big flash.
She needs a lot to get drunk. And it should be noted, the stuff inside? Is pr etty potent quality!
More, she drinks, and then lets out a pleased sigh. “GOod enough for now.”
Grinning, Jesana chuckles. “I know where to get or how to make some stronger stuff. It’ll put…scales on your chest.” Whoops. “Stuff that tastes good even though it’s strong too. Well, some of it anyway. Know some herbs that can take you some interesting places or let you have some serious fun too and also mushrooms.” She does love her some peyote.. “Hey can you read? I still remember, practice writing sometimes just so I don’t forget. Aint no damn body interested in that kinda thing anymore. It’s funny sometimes. A heathen savage that knows how to read and write.” She shakes her head.
“I got enough chest already and it’s already scaly as fuck,” replies Elpida with a sigh.
“Yeah, yeah I can read. That there’s no literacy anymore is fucked up.” She puts her hands up on either side of her head, mixewd in with the snakes.
“It’s..understandable. Most people are just focused on surving or trying to. I just think.. there needs to be more to life than just surving or getting by. I don’t care all that much about people in general anymore. Their lives are just so short. It’s sad though, knowing what they’ve lost, even if it was for the best in a way. The world was dying and they were killing it here too. But, knowledge, it’s not a bad thing in and of its self and there were some really good stories. Things that’ll never be told again. And poetry..” Not something she’d read a lot but had liked nonetheless. “I think I read a lot back then. Studied a lot. I don’t know why. I did though. I’m sure of it.”
“They can’t even read the crawl at the beginning of a Star Wars movie,” says Elpida, sadly, not wanting to dwell on the rest of the death of the world.
Snakes nudge at Jesaana. Waaaaaaaaaarm.
Jesana eyes the snakes consideringly from the corner of her eye. “If you little fuckers turn me to stone when I get out I’mma bite you all right in the face. Your poison don’t work on me. If you wanna be warm then behave.” Then she snuggles up to Elpida. Also decides to never mention they’ve made many, many meals for her. “You know what I miss too? Cats. I used to eat them. They arent as common now and people need them to keep down the rats.” She seems to realize that wasn’t quite so normal. “Well, I ate them as coyote. Not like this. I mean i’m not a freak.”
Elpida is snuggled up to.
This makes her blink.
Elpida just sort of twitches a little. Not that she /minds/. She is just… a bit uncomfortable. She says nothing, however, and doesn’t budge a muscle. She’s nearly a statue herself!
“Relax. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me too..” She laughs and shakes her head. “Sorry. I know the temperature might be a bit cool for you.” Maybe she could make the woman a nice fur coat. She’s gotten quite good at that kind of thing over the years. With time, you tend to learn a lot of stuff and the tribes kinda depend on being able to do that sort of thing anyway. “Let’s just get you drunk and watch the stars. I’ll get you back to town safely when you’re ready.” Jesana leans back against a small boulder and does just that.
“…wait, is this all some sort of elaborate come on?” says Elpida, confusedly, to Jesana. She is just… so.. confused and beilwdered by the other woman’s behavior. “I’ll be okay. Alcohol never lasts long on me. I don’t even get much in the way of hangovers unless I /really/ get three sheets to the wind.” More alcohol goes down the throat thereafter!
“I’ll admit that had not yet occured to me.” She gives Elpida a considering look. “You are attractive but if I were coming on to you’d know it, trust me. I think it wouldn’t be the best idea. You seem to be..going through some things and I.. can be a bit much. I am a trickster demigod. I’m.. wild. Dangerous. I’d use the word shifty but it kinda has another meaning these days but my feelings towards things can change rapidly and with no warning. I wouldn’t want to hurt ya. I kinda like you.”
“…thanks? I think?” Elpida is somewhat confused by the way Jesana’s conversation circles about and sheshrugs her shoulders. “I was just a bit surprised, is all.” She is still being snuggled and it’s clear that it doesn’t bther her, on the whole, she’s still not quite sure what the hell to do about it.
Jesana adds. “My people are maybe more physically affectionate than humans in general.” Maybe that will settle the woman further. Besides, unless she is truly thouroughly drunk herself she wouldn’t go for someone else drinking. It’s not fair. She can be rather hard to resist and a lot of coming to in jeapordising situations has had a little effect finally. Drunk Jes doesn’t care about other people’s spouses or religious family members. …Sober Jes doesn’t really either for that matter. However she doesn’t like bringing down others with her in that situation. “Don’t worry about it.” Is what she says aloud. “Hey look, its a shooting star!” She grins. Things like that happen more often in her presence but she decides to keep that quiet. This is the total opposite of her orginal plan for the night but she thinks, much preferable and says so before quietly settling to watch for more flying stars. Maybe there will be a shower!