#corinth.chat

location: Agia Paraskevi Street

A woman stealing, a man cheating, and down the street a pair of siblings traded blows. Humanity was ever-changing, but stripped of their technology, their expensive clothes, and whatever other superficial constructs they clung to and they were all the same. This city was known for its hedonism, tainted at its very core - it was no wonder Hotaru had been tasked with coming here. Though the more he observed the more the task seemed an impossible one, failure loomed over the horizon but so long as he remained useful to the Greeks he might avoid Enma’s punishment. “Tell me,” Hotaru queried as he held up one of the numerous evil eye charms that littered a stall, “do these really work?”

This was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing really. Normally he put the key somewhere he could grab it, but this time it had fallen just out of reach and now Marshall was left chained to a tree with the thing he needed to unlock himself just out of reach. “Is someone there?!” Marshall called out, this was getting familiar, last time he’d been stuck like this Alarick had happened to be walking by, but it seemed unrealistic to think that someone else would just happen to be out in the woods. And yet, he could faintly hear the sound of another’s heartbeat - he could smell them, too. “Hey!” He called again, “Can you help me?!”

“When you wish upon a star...” Aster remarked as he sat on the beach, arms sprawled behind him, once upon a time he would come to this very spot and visit the oceanids who would come to shore and regale him with tales of the deep. In return he would trade stories of the land, the forests, and the mountains that he and his kin called home. If he strained, Aster could hear the fauna of the water whisper to him, though it was like trying to listen to someone speak with his head submerged underwater. “if you could have anything, what would it be?”

The city wasn’t short on things to do, and the casino was one of his favourite places in Corinth. The closest thing to gambling back home had been the digital poker machine at the local bar. But this was different, flashing lights, oxygen pumped in from outside, not a clock in sight. Arvid couldn’t help but get carried away, sometimes he won, but most often he counted on Jerrik to pay his share of the rent. Arvid plugged another bill into the machine and looked at the person sat next to him, with a losing streak like that the witch didn’t know why anyone would keep going, “Rough day?” 

Blind date. What a stupid fucking concept. Jakob overslept despite the fact that this lunch date thing was in the middle of the afternoon and while he wanted to be on time he’d showered then ended up sitting on his bed and blankly staring at the wall for way longer than usual before he was able to will himself into pulling some clothes on and getting out the door. He was used to using things to compensate for how he was feeling, possessions, people, this date was no different. Maybe if he could find someone he liked he wouldn’t feel so broken inside, maybe he wouldn’t be so angry. Ten seconds into walking into the agreed upon location and Jakob knew he was only fooling himself. “Sorry I’m late, I slept in. Did you order already?”