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[Mr Hyde]

“Galatae….a Muse? I have heard little of your people….our people I should say…. With the high level of Disquiet I seem to create I have rarely had a chance to speak with another Promethean for any length of time. You seem….inexperienced….are you knew to this world? To this life that has been thrown upon you, or merely to this place, this city of man.”

This was interesting. In this place, filled with so many different people, a pair of Prometheans could likely survive unnoticed, if they stayed spread out. It might be nice to not be alone…at least for awhile.

[Bedlam]

"Muse... Yes." She confirmed with a small nod of her head. A hand reached up, tucking the few strands of her unruly hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. Her eyes slowly locked with his as he continued to question her. "Months... not... many," she answered with her broken attempt at English. It was more then obvious that she couldn't talk very well and had a small grasp on this whole speech thing. But she could definately understand him.

Her eyes moved away from his after a few moments of staring and looked over the rest of him. The way he hid his image from the humans. "W...retch...ed?" She asked, remembering the last Promethean she had come across. He and the one before were quite similar and her last memories of him flashing in her mind caused a saddened expression to briefly appear on her face.

[Mr Hyde]

Grim’s head sank down for a moment.

“…..yes….Wretched….a Promethean forged from the bodies of the dead….to carry on their attributes….and memories at times….”

Pulling back the arm of his cloak he revealed a long and perfectly black arm, traced with scars along the wrist, elbow, and twice along the shoulder and upper arm.

“My arm is that of four others, made for speed and precision, in contrast to the blundering might of my creator. The rest of my body is as such, a desecration to all that is natural and holy in this world.”

"It is strange. I never had to learn to speak. I bear memories that are not my own. I dream dreams of things I should not know, or should never have seen. If you know nothing of these things you should consider yourself lucky. Lucky to be all that is you and nothing more."

[Bedlam]

When the Wretched pull his sleeve back and revealed his darkened and scarred arm, the Muse lifted her hand and gently touched his skin. Her fingers slowly traced over the scarring, a bright curiosity shining in her slightly widened eyes. She wondered what it would be like to one of the Wretched, to be made from more then just one body.

Her gaze slowly drifted from from his blackened skin up to his face. Her eyes widened a bit more in surprise as she realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand away. She listened quietly as he further explained himself to her, her head canted just slightly to the side.

"...Dre..am...?" She questioned him with a quirked brow. The word had been mentioned to her before but she still wasn't quite sure what it was. Images that flashed in your head while you slept? She had never experienced such a thing.

[Mr Hyde]

As the “Muse” traced one of the scars on his arms a light shiver ran throughout Grim’s body. He had not been touched in a non-hostile way for years. A part of him liked to be touched…. The look in her eyes was strange as well, almost like she was examining a specimen. As soon as this thought echoed through the back of his mind she suddenly seemed to reach the same conclusion and looked away.

Dre..am…?

“Yes, dreams, another world in a way, both wonderful and terrible at the same time, or at least to mortals. To us, at least those I have encountered, dreams hold only darkness and torment for us. Dreams are a world that is there, but not, a world that knows our greatest fears, and greatest pains. I first had dreams a month after my existence began, yet others have said from days to a year. Yet you are the first of your kind I have met, so you may be different.”

[Bedlam]

The woman took a few steps back, just enough so that she could lean herself up against the alley wall. Though the Wretched standing in front of her had most of her attention, she couldn't help but occasionally glance around them. The two of them in one place for too long had the potential of disaster, especially if she was unable to control the Disquiet around them.

The whole time they had been talking, she had been slowly concentrating on adverting the Disquiet they created from them to the mortals that passed them by. The eyes of the mortals would glance briefly in their direction before they felt the pull of the Promethean's curse coming from a completely different direction.

She gave a small shrug to him. "Dre..am... none."

[Mr Hyde]

As she backed away Grim turned.

"Enjoy it while you do not have them. There just another part of our curse."

As a couple walked by near the end of the alley he watched as they both simultaniously turned from the conversation to look at the pair as they passed. Grim sighed in exasperation.

"It seems two of us in one place is not the best of choices. For now I bid you goodbye. I'm sure we'll see each other around."

[Bedlam]

As he started to turn away from her, her eyes widened again. The Muse pushed herself off of the wall and took a step in his direction. Her concentration on their redirecting their Disquiet elsewhere was temporarily broken as she looked up at him, a strange expression in her eyes.

"Go....where...?" She asked in a quiet voice. She didn't want him to leave her. Though she knew she was doomed to be alone, her brief interaction with him gave her the smallest amount of hope for otherwise.

[Mr Hyde]

There it was. A tone in here voice. Part of her, even if she did not know it did not want him to leave. In his dark and lonely life few things were more comforting. Still, they could not stay so close together, even in a city like this.

"To wherever I can. After I know more of this place I may find a mortal dwelling to stay in, till then the rooftops and sewers are not beneath me. They are far safer than the streets and open areas for our kind. Besides, if we stay here much longer someone will take notice, or remember something they shouldn't."

[Bedlam]

A small frown appeared on her lips as he continued to speak of him leaving her. Though he mentioned that they would meet up again soon, she couldn't help but think that he wouldn't. Whether it be of his will or otherwise. The Wretched that she had known before this one had been able to explain to her each lineage's personal weakness. For the Muses, it was their constant desire for companionship but doomed to never attain because of what they were.

Her hand started to reach out again before she quickly pulled it back and held it close to her chest. Though she didn't speak up, the expression on her face seemed to be asking him if she could follow him or when the next time they would meet would be.

[Billie_blujean]

The day was cloudy, with a chance of self-pity. Sybil wandered around the apartment, loaded clothes into the washing machine, and dressed for her part in the human world. A long, gauzy skirt patterned in reds and oranges, a black peasant blouse, and, of course, a red bandanna tied firmly around her head, covering her third eye. Gobs of costume jewelry hung from her neck and arm, huge fake gemstones dripped from every finger. Jinx had apparently come home some time last night as his food bowl was empty, but he was oddly absent throughout the day, as he had been for almost a week. She was tired of it. If he was avoiding her, she deserved to know why.

Gathering up her things, leaving a window cracked, and locking up behind her, Miss Fortune made her way to the flea market. The bus ride was as unpleasant as it always was, although she did see Jack Quick on it, his hair flaming as if he were a real candle, and not some poorly-made excuse for an Arcadian light source. He, of course, had nothing major to say to her, other than scolding her for "turning her back" on her own kind, and encouraging her to meet with him and the rest of the Autumn Court sometime soon. Perhaps for Halloween (wow, big surprise there).

When she reached the flea market, Miss Fortune unlocked her indoor stall, lit her incense, and turned on her cd player. As Native American flutes wafted out, Sybil set up the room, making sure that it appeared welcoming, with a hint of the occult to please the younger crowd. After running to the small cafe and picking up a mango smoothie and a bagel, Sybil sat back, looking appropriately mysterious, and waited for a long day of telling teenage girls whether their new boyfriend was "the one," superstitious housewives whether or not their husbands were cheating on them, and answering old ladies' questions about their missing cats and whether or not they'd win the lottery. All in all, a typical day in the life of a fortune teller. All in all, not a bad way to make a living.

[Mr Hyde]

As Grim caught sight of the Muses expression his heart caught in his throat, and he felt as if butterflies were in his stomach. Turning away and trying to collect his thoughts Grim tries to mumble out weak assurances.

“I…..I….What….What’s your name? I’ll….I should see you soon, probably tomorrow if you want…I shouldn’t exactly be hard to find now should I?”

Why was he choking up like this? It’s not like he hadn’t needed to say goodbye to others of his kind before. Besides he’d see her soon, right? She was just another person, right? Why couldn’t he just stick around? They could stick together for awhile right? No, that wouldn’t work…..He drew enough attention by himself, another promethean anywhere near him would be too much. There was no right answer was there? Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t it just stay simple? Run there, fight him, and hide from him, stuff like that? Women always made things complicated….

[Bedlam]

“I…..I….What….What’s your name?"

By the expression on her face, he could easily guess that his question had caught her off guard. A name? Others that she had come across had them but she was currently lacking one. The Wretched that she knew before had taught her many things about the Promethean but had failed to give her a name. The Muse shook her head slowly at him and gave a small shrug of her shoulders.

"...name...?" She looked up at him and pointed, asking what he was called.

She was disappointed that they couldn't stay together for the time being but she knew what could happen if they stayed in the same place too long. A look of understanding was on her face as she watched him curiously, waiting to hear what else he had to say.

[Mr Hyde]

"A name? If you are not given one you may as well take one for yourself. I have chosen Grim, as my fate in this world is grim. If you can't think of one now, one will come to you eventually. I.....I need to go...."

Sighing Grim looked down the street. Some of the faces he had seen before. Some of the people were getting suspicious, and some were likely getting paranoid. The Disquiet affected some more quickly than others. They could be in trouble soon.

[Bedlam]

The woman watched him leave without another word, her eyes trained on him as he headed down the street until she could no longer see him. She stood still for a few moments after he had left her. He had said they would meet up again... soon even.

After a couple of minutes passed by, she could see that her efforts of redirecting the Disquiet she created was starting to wear thin and that the mortals were starting to glare in her direction. Her eyes widened and she blinked as she realized she had to get out of the area for now. She made her way out of the alley and headed down the street in the opposite direction of where Grim had gone.

Soon enough she found herself in front of the sky rise she had been staring at earlier. She quietly wondered to herself what had brought her back here. But the thought was quickly dismissed from her mind as she slinked into the alleyway that seperated this building from the next and found a comfortable spot for her to sleep.

When the morning came, the Muse stirred herself awake and slowly got to her feet. She stretched her arms out in front of her as she shambled out of the alleyway and glanced around her before she started to explore the city once more. Her wandering feet eventually brought her to the flea market. She slowly walked through the area, her eyes wide with curiosity.

[Billie_blujean]

Sybil was all smiles and sympathetic nods when she worked. "Oh, yes. How awful for you." "Oh, yes. How wonderful for you." "Now that I have found out more, please rest yourself here while I read what the future may hold for you." Words, empty words. Not all of them, she certainly felt for some of the people she met. But for the most part, those who were stupid enough to pay her anywhere between $25 and $100 for a 15 minute reading and discussion were selfish, volatile people.

As she finished up with her favorite customer, and older lady named Miss Winnie, who never asked for anything for herself but always had pressing questions asked on behalf of family and friends, she felt a strange twist in her stomach. Something was here, and it was probably something that shouldn't be. Still, Sybil smiled her way through both the session and the kisses she always received after reading Miss Winnie's fortune. After the older woman left, Sybil, still uncomfortable about... something... began to tidy up her already spotless stall and waited for her next customer.

[Bedlam]

As the Muse continued to walk through the small crowd of people at the flea market, something strange caught her attention. She came to a sudden stop, glancing around and trying to figure out where the aroma was coming from. Though she was still a bit of distance away from the source, she could tell that it was a rather bold scent. Nothing offensive to her senses... but still something that stood out from all the other scents in the area.

Curious about what could create such a strange smell, the Muse turned toward the direction of where the scent was coming from and resumed her walking. Her pace was now a bit quicker as she slipped through the crowd, occasionally grabbing one of the mortal's attention for either her beauty or her Disquiet, or both. She knew that it would be a bad idea to stay in this crowded area for too long but wanted to know the source behind the smell.

After about a minute of walking, she came upon the stall that Sybil was at and glanced at the area around her. She seemed to ignore the girl as her eyes caught sight of the insense, her hand reaching out and grabbing it in between her fingers. She brought the stick close to her face, inspecting it with a curious look in her eyes, occasionally sniffing at the strong scent.

[Billie_blujean]

"Hey hey hey!" Sybil rushed toward the woman who had appeared. "No touching. You'll burn yourself!" She reached out to take the incense from the woman's hands, but stopped short, frowning. She really didn't want to touch her. "Just, uh... put it down," she finished half-heartedly, gesturing to the counter top.

What the hell is she? Sybil thought, concerned. She'd never felt anything like the woman, but upon looking at her, she knew that this was what she had been sensing. She heard the announcement - soon the building would be closing for the night. Her work would be over soon. But... Sybil's eyes cut to the side, as she glaced two of Prince Gerspacher's ghouls standing quietly around the corner, almost out of sight. She eyed them for a moment, and they turned away, pretending not to notice. She glanced back at the woman. "Can I help you?"

[Bedlam]

When the girl raised her voice to her, the Muse almost immediately looked up at her, making eye contact with the mortal. Her eyes were cold, her expression unchanging. She could see the effects of her Disquiet already working on this mortal. As the girl told her to put it down, she looked back to the incense and slowly put it back in it's place. It was an odd odor but interesting nonetheless.

"Can I help you?"

The Muse tilted her head at the girl, a curious look in her eyes. Was she in need of help or something? Why was this mortal asking her such a strange question? She placed her hands on the counter, not gripping it, simply letting them rest there. "Help... can... you?" She asked. She wasn't sure why she said it, but was more just repeating what she had been asked.

Sybil nodded slowly. There was something really frightening about this girl. An instant later, Sybil knew why - she was utterly alien, like one of the Keepers. Like... Vellum. Sybil's third eye began spinning around wildly under her bandanna. She was dizzy, like there wasn't enough air. Miss Fortune fell back against the counter, managing to catch herself and making it seem (almost) as if she had meant to lean back.

"Do you need help?" she asked, voice shaking, as she glanced out of her booth to find the ghouls standing at the corner again.

One mouthed,"Are you okay?"

Sybil blew them off with a hand gesture and faced the woman once again. She obviously wasn't human, but there didn't seem to be that... feeling Sybil got around other members of the fae. She cleared her throat and steadied herself. "I can help you, if you need help."