#(thread 009)

Icarus takes a last glance in the mirror before leaving, twitching the scarf around his neck to make sure it falls in all the right places. It’s never terribly cold in Olympe, climate controlled courtesy of the Calydon Dome, but it’s January - surely no one will think the accessory out of place enough to question it. Dionysus is already there when he arrives, picking through a tray held by one of her dozens of underlings that appears to contain soft sponges in a variety of shapes and colors, and Icarus waits until she makes her selection and dismisses the young woman before stepping into her line of sight.

Perhaps this encounter was meant to be. Fran walked around on her own, looking for a place to sit and relax, or at least a place where she can charge herself up to continue exploring a little longer. This place had so many things to do, and absorb all the data that happen before her eyes. She was like a kid at an amusement park for the first time.

Though before she would find a place to rest, there was a hand that grasp her am, surprising the servant as she could hear the man demanding some money. 

Money?

That was something she didn’t have, but the thought never cross her mind. This man here was dangerous. He was going to hurt her if she didn’t do anything. Human or not, she had to protect herself, no matter who it is. Within a moment, Fran had a surge of strength course through her, using her free hand to grab the man’s shirt, and fling him across the alley. She wasn’t sure if the man was dead or not, nor did she care, after sensing something that almost resembles her close by. Turning to see another man there, someone with the same energy, or just a bit less then her, seeing what she had done.

❝Well, I mean with our relationship.❞

☓ She boldly responded, taking a sip of her drink and staring deep into the Munchkinlander’s eyes. ☓

❝After all, you did call me beautiful.❞

“I’m sorry for what happened at Sectionals...  I didn’t mean to pass out.”