#crew-from-capulet

Closed starter for @crew-from-capulet (Artimus)

It was already late in the evening as she sat on the stone floor of a Japanese temple, intently studying the scrolls she had spread out in front of her.

Only a few days ago, she had traveled here with her parents. Although both were originally from the country, they sometimes forgot things, so Ayako helped them internalize the culture, like praying at a shrine.

Admittedly not usually very concerned with gods and prayers herself, she searched again for a particular name of a god her mother had been interested in. At least she remembered that it began with an 'A'.

"Artemis… no, that was Greek…" she mumbled to herself and looked at the other side of the scroll. It was very old, part of the temple, so it was also a real challenge to decipher the characters.

"No, not that… here neither…" She looked at another one.

Most of the time his phone vibrated, it was about business he was involved in. Only when a longer but temporary relationship was in the offing, be it drug dealing or other circumstances, did he give anyone his number, but this time when he looked at the display, he was overcome first by a strange new feeling... then anger.

Matthew quickly reached for his cell phone and typed.

[TXT]: The fuck u talking about…?

Then he remembered that the last time they had parted ways was in some sort of argument. He believed that Kay was the only one to blame, because he had acted like a petulant bitch.

[TXT]: What do you want? [TXT]: Weed? [TXT]: Sex? [TXT]: Or both…? ;)

As always, he just couldn't help himself.

Closed starter for @crew-from-capulet

The path he took to the temple felt long and seemingly endless. Conláed was glad that his father had already sent a few of his men ahead, but he had to deliver the official greeting. He all alone.

It was not the fact that he had to deal with one of the many gods that surrounded them, it was much more about what kind of god it was. A wildly unpredictable vampire, bloodthirsty, slashing his way through battles, obliterating all who stood in his way. At least that's what they said. Or at least that's what statues and paintings of the god Kleitos told them. He was said to be the god of many wars and battles, but also of protection. Actually good things that could benefit them in fighting their enemies, but the prince had his own doubts.

For he did not like vampires at all. He had a bad past with one of this kind and actually would much rather do something else, but at the behest of his father, the king, he had to fulfill his duty.

As the temple came into view, not far from the city, Conláed thought he recognized someone. Very close to the statue, which had been erected all alone for the god. His father's men seemed to be talking to him, asking him for help. But this would probably only become meaningful when the prince showed himself.

Well, that was weird to see Artimus being like this. Man must really like to ice skate -- that or he had more coffee than usual. Carefully as possible Romano made his way out onto the ice already feeling a little wobbly.

More than a little lost.

She could do this.

She couldn't do this.

And she had done it. She had escaped from her mother's ever watchful eye with a hammering heart and a suspicious amount of luck on her side, not that she was going to question it. She had grasped her freedom with both hands and ran with it. Literally.

In her own eyes, she was inconspicuous. To the mortals surrounding her amidst the commotion of the city- not so much. Beneath her feet had sprung tiny wild flowers (She really needed to work on that, damn it.) No matter. She had to push forward and forward she went until she was pulled back by a rather sturdy looking man, suited and booted for a day of rabble control.

"Excuse me- Oh."

The flurry of horse drawn Chariots had silenced her. Her rosebud of a mouth had fallen open in wonder, pale eyes wide. She had heard of this of course. The mortals certainly knew some spectacular things. The guard had stopped her from being swept away by a rather regal looking mare, hammering past.

She hadn't realised, however that crowd had trained their eyes on her and flowers springing up at her feet. They were silent. Staring with a mixture of terror and awe. It seemed Goddesses enjoying a chariot race amongst the mortals was not a regular occurrence.. 

As soon as he found himself ensnared in Kyle’s arms, Nico did what he does best - groan and grouch about the sudden physical contact. Yet, it wasn’t his standard level grumpiness. With Kyle, it’s lighter, more of an act than Nico being Nico.

“Always good to have my ribs crushed,” Nico groaned; yet his voice loses its bite with the uncharacteristically wide grin stretched along his face.