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As her fellow scientists walked to and from, pausing now and then to have a brief chat, Dot stared intently at the small, spherical device in front of her. Part organic, part robotic. It was found outside a crashed spaceship--having survived burning in the Earth's atmosphere, followed by a deep plunge into one of the nearby rivers.
Her stomach rumbled and she shifted in her seat, brushing hair from her face before jotting down an observation in her notebook.
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It's been at least a decade since he's spent any real time in the mortal realm. Maybe more. (Definitely more.)
"What is Starbucks and why is it everywhere?"
Don't. blink.
"What do you mean? You never thought I'd be into storm chasing? I'm literally a weatherman."
"Don't mess with me. I'll write a diss track about you and everyone will love it!" That's not a threat. It's a promise.
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". . . . Why's hell full of pussies? Fite me ya cowards"
who?: open to all where?: mercury's bazaar when?: in the neptunalia verse
It was a passing comment on a stranger's lips, something vague about wanting to learn more about the Vanguard. It pissed Asael off to hear such nonsense and the thick threads of frozen water he began to tug at would've visualized his displeasure. Unfortunately, the glint of Olympian rings distracted him for a moment and his weave misfired, launching his frigid magic haphazardly into the crowd.
Asael didn't have time to stick around and get the scope of his accidental destruction. He slipped away in the resultant chaos, knowing a nearby entrance into the Bazaar. Clutching his hurting, ice-covered hand to his chest, he hoveled through his pain into the darkest alley he could reach, worried that the Olympians were still following him. Asael was visibly in rough shape, however stepping in pain was just second nature to him. When he walked back into another, his immediate reaction was to leap away and raise his uninjured hand, demonstrating that no matter how he may have looked, he was ready for a fight still.
"Well? Think I'm easy all you want, but I'm not," he says, hiding the strain in his voice well enough. He wasn't coughing up blood yet so he could pull off a few more spells before passing out from pain. "You won't get anything if you rob me, I don't got anything. Except for an ass-kicking. That I can give you for free."
