#oddyssea

GAZE FLICKERS OVER THE other’s form with a slight smirk lingering on his lips. They had been pouring over papers, a round of hauntings and odd sightings along the border of the city. Xander had convinced him ( quite easily, might he add ) to go over a few they had already VETOED. Simply out of the nature of new evidence. 

But now? He’s got something else in mind. The bar was closing, they would be kicked out soon. And while he was rather EXHAUSTED from the day, the hunter was not done yet. Hands push the paper away, head tilting to the side. Karter should know this expression by now, seething across his cheekbones.

(closed starter for @oddyssea)

Usually, she would prefer to get a direct flight, even if it meant paying over the odds. Kit hated flying...hated it. This hatred made the thought of having to board not one, but two different planes and only a couple of days apart, was nothing short of overwhelming. So the very least she could do was distract herself from her self-imposed misery, by aimlessly wandering around any notable ‘touristy’ spots. Which is what led her to the Smithsonian that day. She’d already meandered around the Air & Space, the same with American History and now, tired feet and a frazzled mind found her trudging through the Natural History building, wishing she’d come here first because it held much more interest.

The ‘Objects of Wonder’ exhibit lifted her steps and mood considerably and in no time, she found that time began to pass quite quickly, until she reached a huge slab of Lapis Lazuli. The ‘Blue Flame’ held her in rapt attention as she stared at the striations of colour and texture, fingers twitching as if to scream out how they wanted to reach out and touch it, to see if it were actually real as she felt somewhat ‘unreal’ herself.

Of course, she didn’t. That sort of thing was not allowed and she was always the one to adhere to rules. But it did bring out a sigh, her head tiled slightly to the right side, eyes focused, yet glazed over. But she wasn’t thinking of flying anymore. Which was good.

“So what was John like? I only ever hear one side of the story and what little Joseph said about him.”

“The Dad jokes really do start early, don’t they?”

Peter made a deal with the government (shield what have you) an estimated two years ago;      It was a mixture of things that caused this to happen, the the general idea of the deal was that Peter had to leave New York for good, hang up his suit, and leave the title of Spider-Man behind him.      If he did that, they’d drop most (if not all) of the charges, and allow him to do whatever he wished as long as it wasn’t in a major city or in his suit. There are several other little fine print details as well; weekly check-in’s, drug tests; ect... just  to make sure Peter isn’t doing anything he shouldn’t be.

Since that time, Peter has teamed up with Karter working as a detective; something the both of them never thought they would be doing.

Peter wishes just about every day he could return to New York or even webbing through the city, but the only thing that keeps him going is a good case or cases. 

Cases that defy all logic and rationality  - sometimes  that even defy the laws of physics as well.

THEY ARE not worshiped, not like before. they are left behind and forgotten. those that pray to the gods are few and far between, and even then it is with barely any faith in their heart to begin with. but him. this BOY. a man in the eyes of mortals, but mortality makes them all so young even when they’re old. karter. she knows of his clan, his family that came before. the family that never gave up their gods, never gave up ARTEMIS. nemesis’ insides grate momentarily at the worship of a goddess that is not her but she lets it pass slowly from her system. he still worships her pantheon. that is enough. it has also caught her curiosity, since not only does he worship artemis... he has the signature of her as well. 

it’s a beautiful quiet afternoon when she appears, attire only gently suggestive of the mount she resides on, but mostly it’s modern enough.