The last few days have been rather disturbingly informative on the plans of the Harvest in Vesper. Since Wraith has been continuing her vigil at the Academy and thus unable to catch up on some of the – ahem – extracirricular activities that have gone on of late, Aiden thought it prudent to invite her over to Grans. He’s only recently been caught up on certain things himself, like the most definite complicity of Ames and likely Knudson in the Harvest.
The grey eyed battle psychic is leaned back in a chair, feet up on antoher, drinking a glass of vodka and ignoring any glares he might be getting. It’s late. He’s tired. He needs Vodka and he’s waiting for the others to arrive.Having arrived under cover of her psychic cloaking, Catriona now descends the stairs in non-academic garb, glancing around before fetching a vodka for herself and then heading for Aiden’s table. She raises her glass in mute salute, folding herself onto a vacant chair.
Having returned from Tharben not long ago, Slaine has been busy. She’d sort out a Tailor to check on some things and then actually got some sleep.
Her colour is much better now. Better than it has been for weeks, at least. But she still looks tired and wan and there’s a new set of lines around her eyes.
For those that lived at the inn, they’ll know there’s been discussion between Slaine and Grandmother. For those who were in Tharben, they might guess at the direction of the conversations.
The little Mystic comes out of the kitchen carrying a platter of food. Snacks. Gran had taken one look at Aiden and the vodka, and told her Slaine to prepare something.
The platter is placed on the table and Slaine takes a seat herself, eyeing the vodka, deliberating if she’ll take some or not.
And Elpida, well…
The Gorgon is prone to lurking at Gran’s when nothing else is going on, but as of late, she’s been lurking there a /lot/. Just in case.
She isn’t even going anywhere else. No extracirriculars for HER.
…especially if it avoids going anywhere near the Academy. She’s still freaked out by Ingerhast.Aiden looks over at the cheese and fruit and dried means on the plater. And crackers. Mmm crackers. Several cubes of cheese float up and assemble themselves into cracker sandwiches. The psychic is feeling slightly lazy tonight. He takes another sip of the vokda then plucks one of the sandwiches out of the air and snaps it up in one crunching bite.
“Catriona. Hey there. Didn’t see you come in. Guess that means we’re all here. Have a seat if you like.”
He takes another sandwich in one bite, swallows and gestures to Slaine and the lurking Gogon. “Want to tell her what you told me about the Harvest’s plans?”
Slaine takes a cube of cheese and draws her feet up onto her chair, hugging her knees as Aiden starts. “Hey Cat, El.” it’s a brief, but earnest greeting. “The Harvest seem to have a bounty out on Kaji. We captured a reaper out in Harben the other night. They want him taken before they burn their assests here.” She sighs, pusing her hair back from her face.
“They also want to eliminate Gran.” That likely explains the Mystics dour mood and extra stress lines. “Might be because Kaji’s stayin’ here but Gran’s got a reputation all on her own.”
And seriously, they call Slaine a trouble magnet.
“They’re starting to cotton onto us being on to them, what, with a few of our actions and what not,” says Elpida cracking her knuckles. A few snakes hiss but that’s pretty common around her, after all. She gives a nod towards Slaine, brushing another snake off her own wshoulder so that it drapes loosely down her back with others.
“Dramatic consequences sounds right,” she adds.“They also mentioned that Ames and possibly Knudson were directly involved and that they planned to stage a ‘distraction’ of some kind at the Academy before looting certain things they wanted.” Aiden adds between bites of cracker and sips of vodka.
“Under the circumstances, I don’t think we should let them. If we can pick the two up or eliminate them, that might be a good idea at this point… except apparently they’re one step ahead of us on that. Any idea where they’ve gone?”
“I might be able to track them.” Slaine says quietly, thinking things over. “There’s a couple of ways I could that, I think. The easiest would be a scrying but I’ll need something that belongs to them. It’s no’ really somethin’ I wan’ to do do, create a sympathetic link that is. ”
She might be able to use her auramancy, she knows Ames at the least. Or maybe her ESP will suffice – it might let her find them on the astral plane at least. It’s still dangerous, at any rate.
“I think ye should try first, Cat.”
“…well, okay then. That sounds right. Let’s go find these assholes before they can do something and hand them over to people scarier than us.” Scarier than the Gorgon, a walking trouble magnet, and a lady who really does want her pound of flesh from bad guys. OH, and AIden.
Elpida clears her throat.
“I’m no good for finding people but it sounds like we might be able to do it, between teh two of you.” She nods towards Catriona and Slaine.“You know it’s really a shame to a see a good hunt spoiled by losing the trail.” A voice says from near the kitchen door. Aiden looks up. There are a pair of men there, both dark of hair with bronzed skin and enviable physiques. One has curly hair and playful dark eyes. The other has a brooding look to him and straight hair that falls past is shoulders. Both are dressed in travelling attire that’s in remarkably good shape.
And neither were there a moment ago. Nor did they come in through the front door.
“I thought she’d be taller.” The playful looking one says to the dour one, pointing at Elpida. The other just grunts.
“Get used to disappointment.”
“AUGH,” is her first reaction when there’s suddenly two people appearing out of nowhere. She’s startled, of course, but she rapidly calms herself.
“…oh, good. Company. That just makes this day even better,” says Elpida with a suddenly guarded tone as she’s being pointed at. She rises up to her feet, snakes-a-flowing all about her head in a most impressive display of annoyance.
“There something we can help you boys with because it doesn’t sound like you came for my wonderful, early morning small talk. Man, I want coffee.” She can get some. She just hasn’t really /gotten/ to it just yet.
Slaine looks up at the men and then the kitchen door, wondering if they had come through there. “Mostly Human?” she mutters to Wraith, eyes narrowing at the pair, and their bronzed skin. Not from around here. Eyes glowing, blue energy crackling around her hands, the little Mystic mutters out a spell.
“An’ who are ye?” she asks directly and then to the table at large “Well, they’re powerful, at least. Migh’ make up for their manners.” It’s a little tart, that last bit. “If ye came through the kitchens, I hope ye bought the tea.”“Oh sorry. I’m Lyceus and this is Ultor.” The smiling man gestures to the dour one. “Be polite, Ultor.”
Ultor sweeps his gaze around the room lingering first on Aiden and then, longer, on Elpida. “Hello.” He says simply.
“We were in the area and wanted to look in on the Gorogon.” Lyceus says with a grin. “Is there any chance of refreshment and hospitality for two weary travellers? Perhaps we can offer some insight in return. It sounds like you’ve lost some people that you need to find again.”
Aiden looks at the two rather suspiciously but holds his peace for the moment and takes another drink.
Elpida is looking discomfited by the gaze of the two lingering on her. Really discomfited. And then they’re offering to help which does little to actually /soothe/ her nerves. She glances towards her companions. Clawed fingertips pinch the bridge of her nose.
“And where are ye from that ye can offer such insight?” Slaines being blunt. Maybe she’s tired or maybe the power these two wield worries her. “Ye don’t have the look of locals. But then, not many here do.” Shaking her head, looking past the two to the kitchen “Herman. Tea and supper for our new guests.”
A goblinoid head pokes out from the kitchen, eyes wide in surprise “Coming right up, Slaine.”
Cats already invited them to sit down, and Slaine looks just as a suspicious as Aiden.Lyceus sits down and reaches behind him. There’s an oddly shaped case hanging by a strap over one shoulder. It unzips to reveal a lyre and the man starts to pluck at it.
“From? Not here. Not this world, if you take my meaning. I’ve been around for a while though and this world is familiar to me… We’ve both been here before.”
Ultor takes a seat near Aiden and looks him over. “Soldier?”
The psychic nods and cants his head slightly.
“You have a look about you.” The dour man explains. “Good that there’s at least one person with experience here.”
He seems to mean a specific kind of experience.
Then Elpida gets another look. “So you’re Athena’s pet project.”
Lyceus sighs. “Ultor tends to be a bit blunt.” He says as he continues to pluck at his lyre. “So, you’ve a quarry that’s gone to ground, is that what I was hearing? I’ve know some unique tricks that I’d be willing to share.”
Slaine just listens, watching the men as they take their seat. They have to be gods or demi gods, that’s her assumption. It’s almost confirmed the way they speak about Athena. Pity her grasp on the Greek Pantheon, or any Pantheon for that matter, is so weak. She couldn’t tell who these were or who they’re sworn to.
“An’ what’s it goin’ to cost us. These unique tricks that ye’d be willin’ to share?” she says at nearly the same time as Cat, the redhead inclining her head to the Dhampire.
The Lyre. It’s a nice touch at least and Slaine watches Lyceus fingers as he plays.
Herman hurries out of the kitchen with a bottle of red wine and two mugs. Seems Gran might have been watching the arrivals and intervened. They get placed on table and the goblinoid skitters off again.
>..and then they speak about the greek pantheon and Elipda just sort of slowly slumps into her chair, especially when she’s described as someone’s pet project.
“Ah… ha. Well, far be it from me to turn away help when it’s offered. We could use it, you know.” She buries her face in her hands. Snakes go floomp.Lyceus almost looks hurt when Cat and Slaine ask what the favor will cost them. “We’re not some fae you know. I’m offering my services as thanks for your fine hospitality.” He stops playing long enough to pour himself and Ultor a glass of wine each. Ultor picks up his and deliberately spills a small amount on the floor before drinking.
“See, she understands.” He says gruffly between gulps of wine.
“You’ll be looking for where your quarry is, I think. What if I could show you where they will be instead? Know your enemy’s move before he makes it, mmm?”
“That’s cheating.” Ultor says half-accusingly to Lyceus who shrugs.
“All’s fair, you know…” The more cheerful man replies and look back to the dhampir and the mystic. “How about it?”
Ultor gives Aiden another once over and then looks to Elpida. “You know it’s not often someone manages to get the attention of //two// Goddesses. You’re getting close to a record. It’s three, by the way. The last time someone got the attention of three…” He trails off, looking lost in fond memory for a moment.
“I’ve met two now,” says Elpida to answer Catriona’s question, “One, uh, made me this way and then sent me here and the other is kind of borrowing me, I guess, since I can punch the harvester’s really hard for her.” she adds, weakly.
“…I just wanna go home,” is mumbled under her breath.
Ultor’s story about three goddesses just gives her a look of rising panic. NO NO NO NO NO. THAT IS NOT HAPPENING.
Slaine watches Ultor spill the wine and frowns “To who are ye makin’ the offerin’?” She’s not uneducated, just illiterate. Though with the bits of knowledge she has in her head, one might wonder at the //type// of education she’d received.
“Don’ need to be fae to expect payment for a service. And if the food and drink suffices, then we have deal.” She almost grins at Lyceus “Can’ blame a woman for lookin’ out for herself, now, can ye?”
As she listens to Lyceus explain what how he can help, her eyes flash black for just a moment and the Mystic shudders. Shaking herself, looking blank for a fraction of second, Slaine finally nods at the pair “Knowin’ where someone will be and when they’ll be there is certainly useful.” she looks to Aiden with a raised eyebrow “If Vargr’s good with it, then I’m in. How do ye wan’ to go about this?”
Three Goddesses and fond memories? Nope, the redhead is not thinking of it.“I don’t see how it could hurt…” Well that’s not true. Aiden can see plenty of ways it could hurt. But he’s not going to mention them because the help could be helpful and right now they’re crunched for time.
Ultor gives Elpida a very slight smirk. As if he’d heard that she just wants to go home. “So did a man from Ithica before he ran afoul of a sea god. Take care whom you insult, if you want to get home.”
Lyceus doesn’t seem to notice or hear that bit. Instead he extends his hands to Slaine and Cat. “Just give me your hands and I’ll handle the rest.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s a real Oddessy, isn’t it?” remarks Elpida, dryly, with the sort of pun that gets one exiled from their home port for decades by vengeful Gods.
“Anyway, yeah. If they’re okay with it, the help is there.” She gives Catriona a wry look.
Slaine glances at El, she knows the story and feels sympathy for the woman but the Mystic grew up here, on Rifts Earth, and strange things happen to the nicest of people.
Aidens answer has the Mystic nodding slowly but she hesitates as Lyceus asks for hand. It’s long enough that the others might think she’s going to refuse to. Finally though, she takes a deep breath in and places her hand in Lyceus’.“Recieve the gift of sight beyond sight.” Lyceus murmurs. “See that which is going to be, and bring it into the world that is.”
Power flows into the two women. Capital P. That wasn’t a spell. It was a blessing. Lyceus rises and gives Cat and Slaine a knowing wink. “I think it was time we were on our way. Thank you for your hospitality. Use my gifts wisely.” He grins as though that is some kind of a pun.
Ultor stands up as well and fixes Elpida with a look. “Some things are fated.” Whatever that means, it’s not going to be explained. Half a second later he and Lyceus are just //gone//.
Aiden sits up in his chair and looks at the empty space. No spell, no rifting, no artifacts. Just ‘gone’. He takes another drink. “The hell was that?”
Elpida looks like she wants to say a cross word right now. Possibly /many/ cross words.
She holds her tongue. This time.
It’s clear, though, that she’s not a big fan of the F-word. Fate, that is.Catriona looks rather shocked, remaining wholly still for a few moments, before cautiously turning her head to look at the others. “Well… *something* potent happened. And it doesn’t feel like anything else I can remember being exposed to. I think that we’ve just been blessed,” she says, sounding a little dazed.
Slaine shivers and shudders as Lyceus’ power runs through her, green eyes widening in shock. “Nggggghhhh. Normally I’m bought dinner before //that// happens.” she mutters to the man and then stares as he’s on his way.
“No instruction manual, then? The Universe must have sent ye.” Well at least she’s used to that type of thing. Cat gets a wry look “Ye could say that, I s’psoe.”
“I think we just met some gods. Or maybe demi-gods. But that’s how Persephone appeared, at least once.” beat “So what now?”Aiden stands up. “Now you hope if that was who I think it might have been he doesn’t invite you to sleep with him. Because that ended up badly for a girl named Cassandra.” He downs the last of his drink. “Let me know if you get anything we can act on.” He’s going up to the room he sometimes uses and taking a nap. He could use it.
Elpida opens her mouth to say something to Slaine and then stops dead.
She turns and looks at Aiden and just groans.
“God damn frigging Deities and demi-gods waltizing into my life like it’s someone’s bad idea of a Dungeons and Dragon’s campaign or a rotten fantasy novel is NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR.” She slumps and buries her head (and her snnakes) in her hands again.Catriona is very evidently trying to dredge up information from beyond the ravages in her memory, but is struggling to manage to connect the hints to names. She sighs, shaking her head as she worriedly studies her companions… before risking reaching out to rest a hand on Elpida’s shoulder. “I suppose that we find somewhere quiet and see if we can, well, see anything. I suspect this might not be something to try with too much of an audience.”
Catching up on the events in Tharben, there's a visit from some rather continental looking guests - who just appear.
May 29, 2410