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Adrasteia nodded polietely when she heard her companions name. “I am Adrasteia Nicolau, and this” The woman pointed down to the small furry creature by her side “is Butterball. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The woman said, but she didn't offer a hand to shake. She didn't really mean to be rude, but she also didn't seem to care if she was.
“So you heard the voices too? I tried to find them but it seemed that if I got closer the voices would move. I finally ended up here...I at first thought it was maybe you that was speaking but...I am sure the voice I heard was that of a male. And well, you don't sound like a male.” Andrasteia said with a shrug.
The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she quickly turned around. The sight she saw was surprising to say the least. It was a group of men, seeming to be lead by a red headed male. They were all attractive, but that wasn't really what had caught her eye.
It was how they were dressedthat caught her hazel eyes. The red head was dressed normally enough, but for some reason he was wielding a wooden sword in his hand, she wasn't really sure she wanted to know why...
Then there was a man with slicked back, and yet still looking wild, black hair. He was wearing a leather outfit of green and black and gold. It was just like he was begging to have all the attention on him. That he needed people to only see him...she couldn't understand that want, she would rather not have to many eyes on her. Either that or he had just come back from some sort of comic convention, though why he hadn't changed she didn't know.
And the last male she saw looked...well he looked like he was going to faint or die at any moment. He was grayish looking, and his eyes were just pools of black. She actually was a little worried about him, and wondered briefly if he was going to be ok. The man was wearing a black pin stripped suit and well, he dressed like a gangster, though she thought that even she would be able to take him on.
“Oh wow...what kind of school did I sign up for? I...I think I need a drink...”
When Thors’ laugh shook the sky Loki seemed a bit startled, if a little bit scared. “Control yourself Thor… We do not want a storm happening… I doubt there was one forecasted… in fact when I walked here the sky seemed clear.” He remarked as he followed Thor. He pushed on the door expecting it to open, when it did not he frowned as tried again, this time using slight magic, again it did not work. “well… Tis seems that you cannot open a door that is not yours…” he remarked with a shrug as he walked back to the wall he came from and once more used a small bit of power to write his name as he walked through the wall and was once more back into the room of candles. He looked around and found a heavy wooden door that he managed to push open. He was now out in the open a few buildings flanked him, one he immediately recognized as being Norse in style, “Must be the dorm.” He thought to himself as he smelled food in the air. With a grin he started walking towards it, catching a faint glimpse of Thor as well. “I am stuck with him…” he thought to himself, the idea seemed a bit appalling to him. He opened the door to the Feasting Hall and saw that a table bore the Yggdrasil tree, apparently that was where the Asgardians were supposed to dine.
He also spied two mortal women, or whom he assumed was mortal by their attire. He once again looked at the assigned table, “I am not sitting there…” he muttered as he walked to a small unmarked table and sat there. “sharing a room is one thing, but eating with him is quite another…” he thought to himself. He saw the food tray on the table and picked it up as he walked to the line of food and quickly pile bread, meat and cheese on it. He saw a machine with labels on it, “sprite, coke, Dr. Pepper? What is the meanings of these?” he thought to himself. He thought that some idiot spelled Spirit wrong and assumed that it was alcohol. With a shrug he took a cup and filled it up with the “Sprite” and heard it fizz making him frown, but then he saw the foam and assumed he was correct in his assumption. He brought it to the small table and placed his tray down as he began to eat, cutting his meat into small pieces as he ate silently. He took a sip of his drink and his eyes widen in surprise as he took another sip, “What madness is this? Tis fizzing…” he muttered to himself in utter shock.
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Figuring that Loki, had some clue of where they were going, Erebus followed him and the large thundering Asgardian. Erebus tried to recall the name but almost instantly lost intrest and stopped caring. And the only reason he remembered Loki's name at all was the fact his ears were still ringing from the large oaf's loud voice.
As they stepped into the food hall, Erebus quickly seperated himself from the Asgardians. Since the dining hall was much more dimly lit than outside, Erebus let his shades sit down the bridge of his nose. He walked for the furtherest, most secluded table, in the far corner of the food hall. As he stepped, he could feel himself being watched. Erebus was used to blending into the shadows, out of attention and notice, regardless of where he went. So being watched felt unnerving and uncomfortable, however only one thing was on his mind at the time: liquor, and he would not be swayed from his mission.
Erebus reached his table and as he took his seat, with his back to the rest of the dining hall, the light bulb in the fixture above him flickered twice and then burnt out. "Aww...." Erebus exhaled deeply as if saying 'one problem down'. Erebus spoke slowly and softly as he cast his hand's shadow on the table. "χύσει το άδειο δοχείο." (pour out the empty bowl) With this incantation, Erebus could reach into his shadow and from it draw out anything from another shadow. However, in his weakened state, Erebus felt the connection with all shadows and darkness falter. He could not focus on every shadow, every silhouette, every form of darkness like he normally could. Erebus was starting to become enraged but before it settled in, he remembered a bottle of ancient wine he had hidden away. All he needed to do was focus on the shadow of the wine bottle, buried within the grave of a young roman woman he had met while in Italy millenniums earlier. He had visited her grave often and remembered its exact location. Every few centuries or so, since her death, he would exhume her grave and rebury her within a new coffin, along with the bottle of wine and a few other trinkets he kept hidden.
"There you are..." Erebus whispered out darkly as he finally connected with the bottle within the darkness of the woman's coffin. He slowly reached inside his hand's shadow and drew forth the bottle. It was aged thousands of years, with a veil of dust encrusted into the glass after years, even the bottle looked like it was from far before the epoch of Anno Domini.
Erebus had been saving this for over 2000 years, saving it for a day just like his, saving it for a truly s**ty day. The bottle had a bee wax cork and candle wax used to seal it, but neither of these lasted on the bottle longer than a second before Erebus had torn it away.
Erebus gazed softly into the bottle, gentle remembrances of his past went through his mind. Erebus needed to stop them. He took the bottle to his lips and began to drank slowly, savoring every drop.
He recognized who was in it, but that is what caused him great alarm. It wasn’t him it was a boy he had touched causing the boy to die happy and peacefully. “If this is another of Hermes jokes I am not amused…” he muttered as he saw his sword and dagger near him. He blinked as he touched them concentrating as he made them into shadows. He looked up as he heard a raven caw and frowned… he sensed someone familiar… but could it be? “Erebus?” he thought as he ran in that direction avoiding the honking and the speeding metal mortal carriages as he reached the place of learning. He followed the trail and barged in. He spotted right away it was a place of dining and saw a man with slicked back hair eating alone, a red haired man whose appetite seemed endless from the two platters of food he carried, two mortal women, one whom he thought he recognized from the tales of his sister Keres… she called it her masterpiece when her family was slaughtered, he called it revolting. Finally he saw who he was looking for and walked right up to the man wearing a pinstripe suit looking as old as the mortal he caused the death of and now was stuck in his shell. He sat right across from him, “Hello, where is Hypnos?” he asked softly, his voice like soft, fresh, upturned dirt.
Under the table, Erebus' shadow began to shift across the ground, as a dark wicked feminine laughter echoed out through out the dining hall. Erebus reached up, lifted his fedora from his head and set it in front of him on the table, beside his wine. He lifted the bottle back to his lip and drank slowly and deeply, letting the cool, ancient alcohol run against his tongue.
“Θέλω να είστε προσεκτικοί όταν χρησιμοποιείτε το power εδώ ... δεν ξέρουμε ποιος είναι εδώ, ή γιατί είμαστε εδώ. Αλλά διαισθάνομαι θανάτου στον αέρα ... και οχι δεν είναι…” ((I would be careful about using your power here... we do not know who is here, or why we are here. But I sense death in the air... and no it is not her.)) He told him as he stood up and wiped the hair out of his face, he walked on to find a place where he could sit, he saw one man stand up and start to head towards the door leading out. Thanatos gently stepped out of his way.
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