#missruinxus

she bristles ; her skin is crawling. disgust wouldn’t be the word for it. she’s nervous, her stomach could do backflips & fill up with butterflies. although she herself is now divine ( as it has been centuries ), the mortal part of her soul never quite lifted away from her soul, at least not the tendencies. they said it was a beautiful thing, kept her humble. but, psyche never quite knew what to do with it, whether to keep it tenderly against her bosom, or pry & rip it away, throwing her mortality for the dogs to lap up. besides, humbleness is a rare trait amongst the deities, often more of an obstacle than anything else. 

having grown accustom to the feeling, it soon rolls away & the soul deity plasters a close-lipped smile upon her lips. a side glance to the other, not unkind, bordering curious & a tad wary. 

                             “ it suits you, i think. the-- umm, necklace. i saw it the other week                                          as well & gifted it to my daughter. most definitely a good buy. ”

     “So you’re the rebel without a cause...” Pausing, Metis took in the other---whose name she had, admittedly, been late to recover from her spies --- and silently judged. Wondered if her allies in the Olympian midst had been right to bring her before and arrange the little meeting. She was a daughter of Zeus, after all. While that did, more frequently than not, lead to some interesting paternal issues, it did not always justify the kind of rebellion that Metis stood for. 

 Kara maneuvers slowly into a parking spot of the new town before heading into the building to scope it out. The signs were like nothing she had ever seen before, but they were definitely created by some sort of supernatural being. Either that or contaminated water, but in all of Kara’s years hunting it had never actually been that.

She was planning to head to the inn and set up, but close call with a man running out of a building and into the street at breakneck speed screaming something about ghosts had prompted the hunter to investigate, just in case she could finish up this hunt early and head back out without having to go through all the effort of securing a place to stay in this town where everyone seemed to be losing their mind. The hunter might be here to help, but she was not a therapist, her only concern was killing whatever was the source of the problem, then leaving the locals to deal with it themselves.

Adara smiled when she saw the strangely cheerful being that had visited her so unexpectedly the last time she was relaxing in her little oasis.