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Oh My Gods!

Oh My Gods!

A private RPG about two demi-gods, saving the world

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For centuries, stories of mythology have told of the many Gods of the universe and their many moments of might. The stories cover the globe in with different pantheons, parts of time and powers--but they all have one thing in common: mortals. The Gods and Goddesses of every background can't resist our mortal realms, and more often than not, they find themselves entangled and enamored with members of mankind. Sometimes, these entanglements come to fruition in the form of young demi-gods. Half mortal, Half Immortal--this is where our story begins.

Well, one of many. The mortal realm had already received new demi-gods: Percy Jackson,Nico D'Angelo, Carter and Sadie Kane to name a few. But this is not their journey.

Recently, the news began to crop up with strange "natural" disasters on our mortal plain. They caused great loss of life and great destruction. Man took notice. Some people (the religious ones anyway) believed "God" was angry. Gods took notice too. These disasters did not seem to be so natural to them. They seemed...familiar. But they were not angry--this was not their doing. But the question became, whose doing was this?

It wasn't long before the Gods and Goddesses noticed a relic in their treasury missing--a relic important to ALL pantheons:The ponte mundi A bridge between worlds, used by the Gods to visit the mortal plain had gone missing. With new monsters causing havoc that to mortal eyes looked like "natural" disasters, there was little doubt that the ponte mundi had fallen into the wrong hands. But Gods cannot directly interfere with the mortal realm--so instead, they must turn to their half mortal children for help.

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"Fifteen minutes tops." Tahra said in response to Aaron's question. She looked determined as she ran the leprechauns directions over and over again through her head. Her sense of direction had always been accurate, but her memory was not. Still, she felt confident she could get them there.

Fifteen minutes passed and after walking down several less than appealing streets, the iconic dome of The Palace sparkled into view. Tahra smirked proudly. Her mother did have excellent taste. The doorman eyed them somewhat warily as they strolled up to the entrance, but Tahra flashed him a winning smile. He was an older gentleman, and seemed suddenly flustered by the younger woman's charisma. He fumbled momentarily with the door before opening it for them.

"Welcome, Miss." He said through a well-trimmed moustache. "Sir." He greeted Aaron behind her, tipping his hat. Tahra felt like they had stepped back in time when they stepped through the door.

Beautifully and intricately carved wood adorned the walls, railings and furniture. It was like a classical painting in here. The floor gleamed in deep green marble glory. The lobby was high-ceilinged and honey tinted im the setting light. Their sneakers sqealched on the polished floors as they made their way to the front desk. A young man, dressed sharply with slicked back hair and a suit jacket smiled at them as they approached.

"Checking in." Tahra chirrped, putting her id on the counter. It wasn't long before they jad the roomkey and were heading upstairs in the gilded elevators. Out of habit, Tahra checked her now useless phone. Still no bars, even with the free WiFi in the hotel. She pocketed the cell phone, sulking, as the elevator doors pinged open. 3rd floor.

The inside of the halls had less of the majesty of the main lobby and seemed to have been upgraded according to modernish comforts.

"313, 313..."Tahra chanted looking for their door as they ambled down the hall."aha!" The door was just toward the end, and the electronic key beeped pleasantly as she pulled it through the lock. The door pushed open easily and the automatic light triggered on, revealing a small, modern room with one large window on the far wall. The furnishings were modern and clean in stark contrast to the roaring, twenties gradeur of the lobby. Muted colors, tufted headboard...one king sized bed. Tahra took this in without flinching. True, he was a man she didn't know well...but she had also slain a monster with a sword that day..a little light spooning with a stranger was nothing to fear.

Tahra felt herself relax and with a contented sigj, she flopped into the bed om her back, her feet dangling off the end of the bed.

"Ohhh...yeeess...this is heaven..." she groaned contentedly. "Should I shower first or do you want to?"

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While he had followed Tahra side by side, he started falling behind slightly when they entered the hotel. He had been in hotels before, sure, but this one was fancy. Fancy in a way that Aaron had not experienced before. He had always appreciated how mankind could build immense and very beautiful structures. He snapped out of it and landed behind Tahra as she got the key for their room.

Her room... He reminded himself.

He smirked as he followed her and listened to her chant the room number. He wondered if she had a bad memory, or if it was just a nervous thing. Aaron looked around the room and shrugged. It was small but really nice. He also noticed the bed and was suddenly very aware that it was just the one in the room. He considered this for a moment, but then reminded himself that he should take it easy. They were finally in their room.

Her room. I could offer to sleep on the floor...

Again pulling himself out of his thoughts, he placed his bag on a chair and sighed heavily. When asked whether he wanted to shower first or she, he gestured toward her and shook his head.

"No, no. You go ahead. It is your room, after all." He grinned and nodded toward the shower.

Aaron wasn't exactly a shy person, but he was not good with people. But for whatever reason, he was acutely aware that he was in her room and not his own. He was also very aware of the fact that there was only one bed and they'd be sharing a shower.
Well.. Not at the same time. He thought to himself and shrugged. It wasn't that he was shy about that. He had seen the naked female body before in all its splendor, but he wanted to make sure he didn't come off as creepy or intrusive in any way. He was a guest here.

I don't know what the fuck I'm worried about. She doesn't exactly seem easily offended... Aaron smiled and shook his head. Sometimes he tried too hard to accommodate other people because he didn't understand them, and now it had become a habit.

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Tahra propped herself up on her forearms, and took Aaron in for a moment. Her hazel eyes flashed thoughtfully as she saw his body language. Stiff, slouched, eyes downcast. His voice even sounded tense to her: though she hardly knew him. He must be feeling nervous...or maybe she'd made him feel awkward? Maybe he was just trying not to make her feel awkward? She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but it kind of annoyed her. Here she was, being down to Earth and he was putting on this weird awkward air. As if they didn't just kill two giant monsters together. As if they were...normal...

"Dude...don't do that." She said with a small scoffing laugh. "You're getting all tense and in your head. I can see it. Or feel it...whatever you want to call it. Quit hovering in the doorway like you're intruding. It's annoying." Tahra said, pulling herself into a cross-legged sitting position on the end of the bed. She grabbed one of the downy pillows from behind her and somewhat playfully tossed it at his chest. "I invited you in, don't make me feel like I have cooties or something. Gods!" Tahra said that last part with a mix of exasperation and playfulness.

She wasn't really mad, per say, but he was making her feel like she made him uncomfortable. She hated that. She got it from people a lot after their initial interactions, and she didn't want it happening with the guy she was supposed to be fighting shit with. She hopped off the bed and bent over the duffle she had brought, pulling clean pajamas out for her shower. By pajamas..she meant a huge t-shirt she wore to sleep in. She hadn't planned on room company initally, but with the size of the shirt it could pass as a nightgown..kinda. It at least reached her knees anyway. Great, another way to make Aaron feel uncomfortable. Tahra made a tsk sound, tucking the shirt under her arm as she straightened. She looked to Aaron again, this time, it was her turn to feel awkward.

"Look kid, if you really don't feel comfortable staying with me--I don't want to force ya. I invited you because it made sense to me at the time, ya know? Bonding over...all this shit..." Tahra trailed off, making a sweeping hand gesture as she spoke to show "this shit" meant the demi god thing. "But, ya know like if I make you uncomfortable or you think I'm weird or something...or like you feel like I'm a creep...I don't want you to force yourself. I wasn't trying to be an asshole when I said you could crash with me. You don't have to feel obligated. Like I said...I thought it made sense. Like a sleepover.."

Tahra felt herself rambling bashfully and looked pretty much anywhere but at Aaron in her embarassment. "But, ya know, no big deal if you want to go get your own room because you're uncomfortable. I mean, I'm not uncomfortable if you're cool. But...yeah...anyway...i'll go shower now. You chill and let me know what you prefer, either way..."

And with that she popped into the bathroom to shower, softly wishing she was less gruff when she spoke.

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She fucking called me out. Aaron thought as soon as he heard the first sentence that came out of her mouth.

When she threw a pillow at him, he grabbed it and looked at her, surprised. Initially, he had thought she was annoyed or mad at him. That wasn't the feeling he got though, as she continued. Well.. Maybe annoyed. Either way, Aaron listened to all she had to say and tried to understand it. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. He merely watched as she got her things out of the bag and went for the shower.

"Hmm." Was all he managed as she shut the door behind her. First off he'd felt awkward, then she seemed awkward about it.
It wasn't so much the fact that he felt awkward about staying with a girl, it was more the fact that he was so focused on not making her feel awkward about the whole thing. Then, she did raise a very fine point about her being the one inviting him to stay in her room.

"You're a fucking idiot, do you know that, Aaron?" He mumbled to himself and smirked.

He approached the door and paused.

"Look, it's not the fact that I'm staying in your room so much..." He paused, briefly wondering if she could even hear him. And also wondering if this might actually be awkward, talking to her while she was in the shower. "It's just that I'm really not that good with people, and I kind of just wanted to make sure that you were not feeling weird about the whole thing. But you did raise a fair point about that, you know, what with you being the one inviting." Aaron paused and shrugged.

It probably just was his lacking social skills that got in the way.

"So I think I was probably just too focused on not making you feel awkward. And it's not like.. I mean.. I've seen.. Uh.. It's not because you're a girl. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to stay here." Aaron paused and chuckled. "And now I'll let you shower in peace."

He shook his head as he sat down in the chair next to the shower. Aaron silently wondered if she was going to punch him if he asked her if he should sleep on the floor. The thought made him chuckle again.

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Tahra stripped with speed, annoyed with her new demigod partner..but mostly at herself. It would be her own fault if he was already gone when she finished her shower.

Most people felt uncomfortable around her and always had...she just couldn't get used to it. And somehow, when Cern had told her the truth, that she was a demigod, she had hoped that this only applied to...well normal people. Cern did have a certain, pressure, about him. An aura of charisma and intimidation and she thought maybe she had that too. She thought maybe with another demigod, things could be different. She felt stupid for believing that now. She had just turned on the knob for the shower and was delicately checking the temperature (one could never tell if thr water would freeze you to death or melt off your skin in old hotels like this!) when she heard Aaron's voice through the bathroom door.

She flushed when he started explaining himself..and what he'd seen? She stifled a laugh, sure he was struggling to tell her all this..through the closed door. But she felt a strange emotional tug when he quietly said he wanted to stay with her.


She had just been bracing herself to be alone again. Just been mentally preparing to pretend she didn't mind. But she really didn't want to be alone in this room, knowing what she knew now. Endlessly going over the chaos in her head. Aaron saying he would stay welled up feelings of gratitude and shame all at once. She hated feeling so desperate for company, and had spent much of her life putting on a tough front so others wouldn't realize how she felt. Aaron would be no different. She didn't want him to see these lonely, desperate, annoying feelings. She was suddenly very glad there was a door between them, and not just because she was naked.

She took a few deep breaths after he was done talking, listening to the shower run.

"Ok! Good. Hurry up and stop being such a worry wart then, kid!" She shouted back at him through the door, hoping he could hear. Then she climbed into the shower, singing softly to herself.

She didn't feel like taking a long shower after that. She was eager to talk about their current godly problems. She scrubbed herself quickly with the tiny shower soaps and a cloth and tried not to use all the tiny shampoo. But once she felt satisfied most of the gore from earlier was gone, she turned the water off and dried off.

The giant shirt she wore was from one of her mother's ex boyfriends. He was one of the only ones she ever liked much. But even he didn't last long. It was black and green, with a forest scene. Wolves, moose, and deer, in what she was sure was an attempt at being cool and masculine, were printed on the front and it stopped just over her knees. If Aaron really wasn't uncomfortable with her being a woman, then she was sure he wouldn't be bothered by some leg. Tahra toweled her head as she left the bathroom. A poof of dteam followed her into tje room.

"Next?" She chimed with a smile. She left her glasses on the sink while she drip dried. She hated when they got foggy after a shower.

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When he got a reply, it was exactly the type of reply he'd expected Tahra to give. It made him smirk. Even though he had only known her for a matter of hours, this was so "her." It sounded silly, but it reassured him somehow. It lightened the mood but also made him feel like there was no awkwardness or other trouble between the two of them. And of course she was right on all counts. He worried too much. And he tried too hard to make it not awkward - thus making it awkward.

While he waited, Aaron unpacked those of his things he'd need. Toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo and sweatpants. He didn't really sleep in anything but boxers, but he had brought sweatpants because he figured being comfortable was also very, very important.

Out of all things... I remember sweatpants because I'm a lazy shit. He thought to himself and stifled a chuckle. He placed his shower-accessories on the bed and sat on his phone for a bit. He didn't have any connection either. It sort of flickered between one bar and none. That left him with only his silly game on his phone to pass the time. Fortunately, Tahra's wasn't a long shower.

"Yes please!" Aaron said and nearly leapt out of the chair he was sitting in, grabbed his things and went to the bathroom. "Thank you!" He said, eager for a shower. He closed the door and disrobed with haste before he stepped under the hot water.

"I never thought a shower could feel so good!" He called, hoping Tahra could hear. Aaron could have died happy right there. The hot water washed away all the grime and dirt, the heat working it's way through his muscles and cleansing him. It was the best feeling he'd had in a long time. When done with cleaning himself up with soap and shampoo, he lingered a bit and relaxed. He went over the things he wanted to talk about regarding their divine heritage, but it was difficult. There were so many question.

I figure I'll just start somewhere, and she'll probably also have a lot of things she wants to ask and talk about.

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Tahra laughed a little at Aaron's eagerness for the shower. She flopped into the bed on her stomach once the door closed and vaguely could hear him talking excitedly behind the door, but wasn't sure exactly what he said. She would ask later.

She cuddled a pillow., listening to the soothing sound of the shower running. She reached for the television remote on the nightstand, flicking it on. She clicked through a bit, stopping on Animal Planet. The normalcy of watching television on het stomach like this was somewhat reassuring. Even though nothing was normal. She was just happy that the television didn't shit out like her cell phone did now.

She wondered what God Aaron's parent was? And her father had mentioned now that they had been "claimed" their slumbering powers would awaken...whatever that meant. What kind of powers? Who knew? But maybe Aaron knew more. She snuggled the pillow, watching the show.

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He finished the shower and patted himself dry once out. Aaron stepped over to the mirror and wiped the steam away, looking at his reflection. His hair was dangling in front of his face and he looked tired. The longer he stared, the more he thought that he looked more serious. More grown up. Which was probably untrue, but it was nonetheless the way he felt. At the same time, he felt like a new man - but that could be attributed to how tired he'd been just moments before. Showers had a tendency to freshen you up if you were really tired.

He put on his underwear and his slacks but chose to wait with the shirt until he had cooled down a little bit. After their previous conversation, he didn't feel so weird about it. Aaron opened the door and stepped out, towel slung over his shoulder. He found Tahra on her stomach on the bed and smiled at her.

"Best shower in years." He simply stated, his expression matching the sentence entirely. He sat down in a chair next to the bed and exhaled deeply. She'd chosen Animal Planet to watch. That made him smile. Suddenly, memories returned from his childhood. Aaron had watched a lot of animal shows. He'd always sort of preferred dogs over people too, so he didn't mind at all.

"Now.. What do you say to me running across the street for a few cold beers?" The thought had struck him suddenly, but after having a hot shower and stepping outside that was all he needed.

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Tahra peeked up at Aaron as an oddly dressed fish tank engineer excitedly described his next tank build on the television.

He wanted to go out? Tahra had just started to become one with the bed..she wiggled her toes against the cool sheets as she mulled over his suggestion. After the day they'd had, part of her just wanted to sleep. Another part was hungry to talk to him, to pry information from him like a prize in a claw machine.

"Hmm? We could go to the bar downstairs. The dome is there..the one my mother mentioned, I mean." She swung her legs up, sitting cross legged as she looked at him. "But...if we go...we still have to talk about Gods stuff." She said stubbornly, worried he was looking for a way to wriggle out of that conversation. "Deal?"

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Her initial reaction - the wiggling of the toes - told him that she wasn't really that interested in leaving the hotel room. Aaron couldn't blame her. And in all fairness, he should have bought beers before they went back to the hotel. When she sat up on the bed, he looked at her and thought for a moment. He considered going down to the bar and having a few drinks there. He was almost certain that if they sat in the bar, he wouldn't be able to shake the feeling that someone was listening in on their conversation. Hell, for all he knew, someone or something might even dare attack them. Not to mention the fact that he knew himself well enough to be sure that he might even get a little bit drunk.

"Hmm..." He drew out, a deep sound coming from somewhere within his chest. Aaron had let his eyes drift away from hers as he thought. "You know what, I'll be straight with you here." He stood up and began putting his shirt and socks on. "I'm not really super game for sitting in the bar right now. I just don't really feel safe, I suppose. So here's what I'll do: I'll nip down to the store and buy us some beers and some wine, whichever you prefer and come back and we can talk?" Aaron waited for a second but then put his shoes on. He was really not up for sitting in the bar, so this was going to be his decision and not so much an offer.




The temperature had cooled considerably. Or maybe it was because he had just had a long hot shower. Or probably both of those things. Aaron had put on a hoodie, and crossed the street quickly. There was a store right on the other side of the street. He went inside and closed the door behind him. It was small, packed to the brim and quiet except for a fluorescent light that buzzed above him. As he browsed the store, he briefly considered if he was in the right place. There were maps, quills, something that looked like a potion, empty vials and more things that seemed out of place. Aaron turned around and found more contemporary items. Bacardi Rum and Heineken beers.

Right. Magic.

This would take some time getting used to. It had started with the leprechauns and Aaron had a feeling that whoever owned this store wasn't exactly human either. He grabbed what he needed and slowly headed for the counter. He grabbed a couple of chocolate bars and found the money he'd calculated he would owe.

"Aaaah. Good evening, little one."

Aaron froze and looked up. From a behind a blanket that covered the way to a backroom (or so he assumed), stepped an old woman. She moved slowly, with difficult steps around the counter.

"Good evening." Aaron said in response and pushed the money toward her, eager to get out of the store.

"Fear not, little one." The woman said and lifted her gaze to look upon him. Only, she couldn't. She had no eyes. But she had lips the colour of midnight and only skin where her eyes should be. She wore something that could only best be described as a cloak, which hung in tatters to the ground off her scrawny shoulders. But despite her appearance and initial impression, she was faster than you'd think. Her hand shot out from under her robes and seized Aaron's wrist.

"Ah." A raspy sound that could be a chuckle came from her throat and her missing eyes seemed to search for something. "The winds have been howling your name." The old woman smiled still and nodded to herself, almost as if she was talking to someone in her head. She let go of his wrist.

Aaron had been too startled to resist her grip - which had been surprisingly firm. He stumbled a few steps back when she let go and rubbed his wrist. The old woman had an air about her that meant she knew more than she said. And Aaron felt as if she had taken something from him. He did not know how, but he felt as if she had been in his body or mind through the touch of skin.

"I told you not to fear me, I wish you no harm. You or your friend."

"How do you-"

The woman raised a hand in dismissal and cut Aaron off. "In time, little one. In time more will be revealed."
And she took the money and walked off with the same difficult steps as before, her brief invigoration having left her.

Aaron lingered a moment and stared. His wrist was cold where she had touched him. And he was none the wiser. She knew more about him than he did about her. Or any of this. And that was a disconcerting thought. He nearly followed her, but decided against it last minute. Instead, Aaron gathered his things and went back to Tahra.




The temperature in the room hit him like a blanket of heat. It was nice. Aaron had regained his composure on his way over, but was definitely going to tell Tahra about his encounter at the store. He placed the beers and the wine on the bed and took off his shoes.

"I bought a little bit of both. I'm a little indecisive." He flashed her a crooked smirk and shrugged.

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Tahra watched Aaron think. It was something she already found she enjoyed about him. Watching his gears turn, putting pieces in his head together: it were as if she could almost hear the calculations. Mad typing of nerve to nerve connections.

Then he made a mental about face. Though going across the street and out together had been his idea, he was suddenly all about picking some up on his own. Tahra wanted to go too. She didn't want to be alone...and she again found herself frowning at this needy, disgusting feeling. She mentally pushed the feelings deep down, where they belonged. Before she could even put on pants to join him, he was gone.

The room seemed infinitely more silent without him. Tahra hugged her knees to her chest, inhaling deeply. She snatched up the remote and turned up the volume on the television, just to fill the silence. She wasn't really watching at first, but instead brooding. What did this bridge look like? How would they find it? Why didn't her so called father show up sooner? Did he think because he was a God that it was ok if he just used her? Would he care if she died? They very well might die...she just wished she knew more!

A screech of an owl made Tahra jump, coming back out of her raging thoughts. Tahra's head whipped around to the television, but no owl was on the screen.

"Great, now I'm losing it..." she mumbled to herself. But as if in response another screech filled the air. It came from outside. Tahra was on her feet now, staring out the large window. On their little balcony perched the largest and most beatiful owl that Tahra had ever seen. For a moment, she and the creature locked eyes.

"Hello young demi god....you needed wisdom?"

The voice was female, but somehow...Tahra heard it in her head. Yup. She had snapped. The owl, was spotted and nearly glowing like stars in the moonlight as it turned it's head. Large eyes never leaving Tahra.

"You are not mad...do not be rude..." the female said again in her head. Tahra gaped stupidly.

"S-sorry? Sorry. I've just, never heard an owl speak...and voices in your head is usually frowned on..." she stammed at it, gingerly sliding open the glass door to the patio. The owl puffed as if indignant .

"Fair enough, demi god..."

"You can call me Tahra..miss?"

"Blodeuwedd...though I am pained you do not yet know of me." She tsked. "Though, your sire never was skilled at informing his offspring..." the voice sounded dignified and rather annoyed. "Be that as it may, I heard your call and here I am. You wanted wisdom...yes?" Tahra noddes numbly, stunned she was talking to an owl...goddess or not.

"We cannot provide much...as hopefully he did say. But know this as you go..." the owl stretched its beautiful broad wings.

"Fowls are not fiends.
There are many hells.
Dark the bitter winter, 
cutting its sharpness, 
but Bride's mantle, 
brings spring to Ireland."

Tahra gaped again. This owl goddess had just dropped in to recite poetry at her? What a ripoff!

"Uh...ok? Thanks? But if you could just answer a few questions? That would be...hey!!'

The owl took to the sky into the night with a cry, leaving Tahra with more questions than answers.

"Great...fuckin' great..." Tahra mumbles turning back inside the room. Just as she closed the door, Aaron arrived bearing booze. "Your timing is impeccable, kid!" She groaned gratefully, grabbing a beer and cracking it open. "Dude, there was a huge talking owl..." she said, taking a swig. "On our fucking balcony...some goddess or some shit!"

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Aaron stood confused for a second and took a second or two to fathom what she had just said. He was wondering if she was fucking with him or if she was being serious. Then he remembered what he had just experienced himself, and realized that she was probably not joking. Reaching the end of that train of thought, he grabbed a beer himself and kicked off his shoes. He didn't say anything, instead positioning the pillow on what he now claimed as his side of the bed against the headboard. Aaron sat down on the bed, back against the pillow and took a sip of his beer.

"Uh, what the hell?" He offered, unable to hide his confusion. "Talking owl?" Aaron shook his head. "I've just met an old..." He trailed off, stopping himself. "No, you go ahead. I've got something to tell you as well."

It would seem that they had both experienced something strange in the brief time they were separated. But it seemed like it was somehow planned. Not that Aaron had gained any new knowledge from that old lady in the little shop across the street. He wondered if it seemed so strange, because it really was so strange. Now that they had to get used to all these supernatural things, they might also be more alert to their presence. Either way, it was both unsettling and exciting.

Aaron had the distinct feeling that the old lady he'd met knew more than she had told him, but she had also told him not to be afraid. Maybe if they didn't know what to do in the morning, they could seek her help. To him, she was exactly the type of old crone that would help Tahra and himself.

But she will probably also want something in return. Aaron took a few large gulps of his beer and looked at Tahra again, eager to hear what she had to say about the giant owl.

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Tahra drank deeply from her bottle again, turning and locking the balcony door. She sat heavily on the end of the bed, one leg tucked under her.

"Called herself Blodeuwedd...said she knew my dad and rattled off a riddle of some sort at me before taking off! Rude much? Seriously, though are all Gods just rude as fuck or it it just in the celtic pantheon?" Tahra growled looking to Aaron. She had no ability whatsoever to hide her poor temper at this point. Why fly down to offer a riddle as help? How is that helpful?!

Tahra repeated the riddle to Aaron, looking sulky,
"Fowls are not fiends. 
There are many hells. 
Dark the bitter winter, 
cutting its sharpness, 
but Bride's mantle, 
brings spring to Ireland."

She took another sip of her beer and realized in her outrage, that she had already mostly crushed her beer. She put the empty bottle on the nightstand with a tsk sound and grabbed a new one.

"Thanks for going to get beer, by the way..you said you met someone strange too?" She said, taking another long sip of beer two.

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Aaron found her rage endearing for some reason. He liked that about her, though he wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of said rage. It was just the way she looked and sounded when she was angry with something or someone. He shrugged at her (what he assumed to be) rhetorical question. It seemed more like she was thinking aloud. Like she was letting her frustrations slip out through her mouth. And Aaron had no answer. He did not really think of his father as an asshole anymore. His resentment of the way he had walked out on his mother had been replaced by curiosity. Of course, there was still conflict on this particular subject, but Aaron tried to reduce his anger toward his father in order to learn more. But it wasn't easy.

He directed his strikingly blue eyes at Tahra and listened intently as she repeated what she had been told by the owl. He looked thoughtful, wondering what that could mean. He couldn't make any sense of it, but stored it in his mind for later use. One thing he was certain of, was that this particular piece of poetry probably would be important later on.

Shrugging, he took a sip of his beer as well.

"I don't know what to make of that, but I bet that it's important." Aaron said and nodded.

At her next question, he briefly stopped. He desperately wanted to know about her father. He was of the Celtic pantheon from what he had gathered and he wanted to know more about that. Aaron looked at the beer in his hand and then at those he had bought, and reminded himself that they had enough time to talk. He'd get to ask all the questions he needed.

"Uh, yeah." He said, drinking. "It was this old lady. Like, this old crone. Like the ones you see in movies. She knew I was a demi-god." Aaron paused, it was still weird to say. "But she also said that I don't have to fear her. I'm certain that she knows something though. And she had black lips and no eyes!" He sat up more when he said the last part.

Aaron set his beer down and grabbed a new one.

"She said: 'the winds have been howling your name' or something. As if she knew of our arrival or.. Well, she must know something. But the strange thing is, I never really felt afraid when I was there. I think maybe we could ask her for help if we get stuck at some point?" Aaron said the last sentence almost as a question. "I don't know. Was definitely strange though."

He opened the beer and drank. "But.. Celtic pantheon? Tell me more."

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Tahra watched Aaron intently, breifly distracted by his very blue eyes. She hasn't noticed them until they had a moment to exist rather than panic. They were pretty...though, she was sure he would not appreciate her saying so. She took another sip of her beer, thinking about what Aaron's crone said...it sounded familiar.

"Sounds like AP English class in here..." she grumbled half joking. "Seriously though, didn't a crone like you're describing show up in Beowulf or something? Or maybe I'm thinking of the crone in Oedipus...lots of crones in books...even Beauty and the Beast had one." She swirled her half empty bottle as she thought. "They don't ever seem to bring good news in the stories though...what made you feel like you could trust her?" She asked, taking another sip.

She made a satisfied "ah" with her lips as her own question was countered with a question about her father. Fair enough.

"Yeah, apparently I'm part Celtic god. My father is Cernunos. You may not know the name, but I'm sure you've seen pictures of this guy with deer antlers on his head. Or ya know, at some point when Christians demonized pagans, you probably heard of him refered to as "the horned god." Or maybe not?" She took another thoughtful sip. Maybe not was probably the more likely answer. She only knew so much because she and her mother had traveled so much. "I mean, either way. Apparently this dink is my dad. God of life, animals, wealth, fertility and depending on who you ask...the underworld. But he didn't really include that in his intro, so I would wager to say that it might not be his favorite part of his job..."

She crossed her legs, pulling her long shirt over her knees and looked at him, as if a thought had only just occurred to her.

"I mean...to.me that owl sounded like a person...and I figured since she said she was a goddess that anyone would have understood her...but maybe I got talking to animals out if this whole shitty dad situation?" She laughed at the idea. "Psh..like I'd get that lucky." She looked to Aaron, green eyes sharp as she focused on him.

"How about you? What pantheon is the pain in your ass?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

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Aaron nodded as he listened. When thinking back he realized that nearly every mythological story he had ever heard, and could remember, had a crone or some old wise man in them. His heart sank in his chest a little bit. Tahra was right. Their help or advice usually had a price. That made him take another sip of beer. He seemed to consider what she had said and his own thoughts at the same time.

"You're right. Crones rarely mean good things happen." Aaron grimaced. "And I don't know if I trust her, but I just didn't feel like she was going to kill me. And not because she said that I shouldn't fear her, I mean, that's exactly what someone who might want to kill me would say." He chuckled at that. "It was more.. The way she said it and the feel of the place." Aaron paused and raised an eyebrow. "And also the fact that she had no fucking eyes." That fact was difficult to forget. "I guess we can consider what to do in the morning. And maybe also write what that owl said down? Unless you can remember it all in your head."

Aaron retreated to his own mind again for a brief moment. The following day was going to be frustrating. A lot of questions needed answering. Hell, Aaron wasn't even sure where to go. His best lead was that old crone across the street and the owl that had visited Tahra. And he wasn't even sure he could trust either. He shook his head slightly again, wanting to forget that for the time being, instead listening to Tahra.

"I've heard about the horned God!" Aaron burst out after having looked skeptical about what she said about her father. None of it had rung a bell except for that. He sat and thought about the whole thing for a moment and then shrugged. "Well, not the worst God to have as a father. I mean.. I don't know him or anything, but it sounds pretty cool. I like animals." A second passed. "And life, I guess." Aaron added with another crooked smile. He briefly wondered if she had any powers pertaining to the underworld but decided against asking. Before he could say anything, she sat up and spoke again.

"No, no. Maybe that's not so crazy." He countered when Tahra sounded skeptical about her having a gift like that. He thought back to the days leading up to his first meeting with his own father, and the meeting itself. He had spoken to Hugin and Munin himself, and wondered if he had been granted that very gift. Aaron hadn't had time to test it out yet. "I suppose time will tell, it'd be a cool power."

The last of his beer went down as he tilted his head back, and he set the bottle down on the table beside him. Aaron waited for a second, listening to what Tahra asked. He grabbed yet another beer, smirking.

"Well..." He started, opening the bottle. "My pantheon is the Norse one." Aaron said and nodded to himself. "And actually my real name is not Aaron. It's Arnór." He added the last part and looked at Tahra, surprised that he had said that. It was not something he told anybody ever. It just sort of slipped out. "But don't bother with that, Aaron is perfectly fine."

"My dad is... Apparently, Odin."

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"Dude...like...Thor's dad? Thor the hammer-weilding, lighting throwing badass superhero in the marvel comics?"

Tahra nearly choked to death as she tried not to spit out her beer in surprise. Somehow, Aaron didn't fit that pantheon in her head. He seemed too...gentle...though she kept this thought to herself.

"Dude, you win. Any nerd knows your dad. Only Wiccans and that sort know mine. Much smaller following to my knowledge."

She took a sip of her beer, looking thoughtful.

"Arnor..huh?" She grinned. "That's definitely a sexy name...i'll give you that. I get why you don't use it though."

She took another sip and crushed beer number two. She looked a little dissapointed to find it empty. She could really throw them back when she was upset...she put the empty bottle on the nightstand.

"Aaron is easier to fit in with other kids than Arnor. Kinda gotta learn to take a punch and give one back with that name. At least you would in Boston, for sure." She eyed another beer, but didn't want to look like a budding alcoholic to her new partner. Instead, she thought about what he said.

"Funny enough, I have a head for poetry..though, I don't like to spread that knowledge around." She said with a chuckle. "I can still recite poems they taught us in grade school. As useful as that is.." she hugged a knee to her chest thinking.

"Your crone had no eyes huh? Like the one who told that guy he would do his mom? Tsk...doesnt seem like we should go back to that place then...though..." she paused. "Though, in all those stories, the characters who tried hardest to avoid what those ladies told them, always ended up doing exactly that.so......maybe...shes the only lead we have? " she grumbled frustrated with their lot and flopped back against the pillow. "Uggghhh...! Why did we get stuck with this bullshit?! They didn't even give us a clue of what this fucking bridge even looks like...least, Cern didn't. Did Odin tell you what it looked like?"

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Aaron chuckled and took a sip of beer. Her reaction was funny to him, and he couldn't help let it show. He figured she was right in the fact that most people knew Odin. When she compared that to her own father, he couldn't help but wonder if that might turn out to be an advantage, that people didn't know him as well.

Sexy? Aaron's eyes met hers and he shrugged. He didn't let it show that he enjoyed the compliment. No one had ever thought his name was cool before. Or sexy, for that matter

"Trust me, I've had plenty of people making fun of the name." He took another drink and noticed that his beer was yet again, nearly empty. "Hence, Aaron..." He added. Aaron wasn't under the impression that Tahra was going to make fun of him because of his name, especially not after what she had just said.

He was impressed when she said that she could still remember poetry from many years ago. Aaron often had trouble remembering things that happened only days ago. He had always been a very easily distracted kid, and it carried into his adult life as well. It was both liberating and annoying at the same time. "That's impressive. And really helpful, I think." He looked thoughtful and set his now empty beer down. In old mythology, there was plenty of poetry and the like, which Tahra would undoubtedly be a great help in handling.

"The world's first recorded motherfucker, yes. Oedipus?" Aaron shrugged and thought for a while. He had doubts about what to do with the old crone. She seemed wise and in possession of knowledge that would be really helpful to them, but he was not at all sure they could trust her - despite her saying that he shouldn't be afraid of her. When she vented her frustration with their situation, he smirked and opened another beer. "Maybe we should go ask her and be very careful?" He offered. She did indeed seem to be the only lead they had.

At her question about the bridge, he shook his head. "No, not really. First thing that popped into my head was the Bifrost from the Thor movies..." He trailed off. "Wait, does this make Thor my half-brother?" Aaron looked incredulous.

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"I dunno about helpful..." Tahra mumbled bashfully. He looked more impressed about her poetry brain than she felt comfortable with. Hard to break the news that she only memorized them by having her mother read them to her over and over again..because dyslexia was a bitch. Nevermind math. Tahra had gotten a head for memorization more out of necessity than anything else.

Tahra watched Aaron open another beer. She took that as a good sign that she could open a third one too. They were bonding, right? She reached across and snagged the last of the sixer, taking a healthy sip.

"Yeah...the old lady seems like our only starting point right now..." she said with a sigh. "We do have our weapons...I just don't want a monster to explode out of a person in front of me again. It was..really fucking gross." She vaguely realized that she must be starting to get a small buzz on, because the last part of her sentence came out sounding like, " really fah-king grows". The Boston accent always became more striking when she was drinking, mad or tired. Self consciously, she cleared her throat and took another swill. She nearly spat it out in laughter as Aaron mused that Thor was related to him now.

"Oh my god, dude, yeah! Fuck! It totally does. That's fucking sweet!" She laughed heartily, throwing her head back in mirth. "Oh no, kid! Does that mean those leprechauns were like..my cousins or some shit now?!" She roared, half joking. She was laughing so hard her ribs hurt, but it felt good. "Ah, dude. That's nuts." She chuckled, settling down to a duller roar.

"So, do you think you'll be like...able to shoot lightning too? Have you...manifested any abilities yet or anything?" Tahra asked, leaning on her knees towards him.

She suddenly realized that she was very close to his face after her laughing and flailing. She locked eyes with him for a moment, and felt suddenly aware of how pretty his eyelashes were..and how close her face was to his.

"Whoops! Sorry, invading your personal space a bit there!" She said with an embarassed laugh. She inched herself backwards, giving him a more respectful, less up close and personal, amount of space. "Sorry about that! Sometimes, I don't pay attention to where I'm flailing around. You were so close to me, that I could have..."

Why was "kissed you" the first thought that came to mind? Tahra laughed quickly and grinned at him to try to hide her sudden rush of embarrassment. It was probably just because it had been a long day. That was all. And stressful! That's it. So her mind went straight to something..well stress-relieving.

"--I could have accidentally headbutted ya!" She said, taking another long sip of her beer. "Phew! Dodged a bullet!"

Mentally, Tahra was berating her awkwardness
She hoped that Aaron would assume her flushed cheeks were from the beer.

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Aaron actually found himself frowning for a second as he saw Tahra grab the last beer. He wasn’t drunk but could feel the beginning of a buzz. It wouldn’t do to get drunk now though, he figured. However, it was hard to resist as a cold beer and relaxing after a long hard day, was one Aaron’s favourite things.

Who doesn’t like that?

He looked up at Tahra as she agreed with him. After he’d told Tahra about the old crone, he had thought it a bad idea to visit her and ask her for help, but it really didn’t seem like they had any other choice. He caught the accent when she spoke and smirked, but refrained from commenting on it. It was an endearing trait. Aaron’s accent wasn’t particular or noteworthy in any way.

It had never occurred to him that wondering whether Thor was his half-brother was so amusing, but now that Tahra was laughing so much, he followed suit. It felt good to laugh like this – it had been a long time. Aaron laughed even more when she wondered if she was related to the leprechauns they’d met earlier. It was partially because it was just plain funny, but mostly because it seemed like such a ridiculous and crazy thought in the first place.

Do divine family relations work the same way as human ones? I guess so. Otherwise I wouldn’t be a demi-god… Aaron thought to himself. He made a mental note of remembering to brush up on Norse mythology, to find out how many siblings he had – and who they were. Odin hadn’t bothered going over the list last they met.

Aaron had only half heard Tahra’s question and was pulled abruptly from his thoughts and discovered that she had leaned toward him. Tahra’s face was close to his, and Aaron froze, his mind racing. What had she said? His eyes met with hers and he looked at her lips for the briefest of moments as he tried his hardest to remember what she had asked him. Aaron was also acutely aware of the fact that Tahra was dressed in only her PJ’s. Before he had time to think more distracting thoughts, she leaned away.

“N-No, it’s…” He started, but trailed off as Tahra was rambling. Aaron gave a mild laugh – and attempt to diffuse the tension in the air. Silently, he wondered if the beers had been a bad idea. After all, they didn’t know each other when they were drunk.

But none of us are drunk… He thought. Just tipsy…

’Was that really what you wanted to say?’ Aaron nearly asked her. One reckless part of him wanted to, but the other more cautious part of him won. He was dead certain that she had another word in mind first. She paused for too long. Or was it just because that reckless part of him wanted to hear the other word?

Impressed with his ability to always second-guess himself, Aaron sipped his beer to buy more time to think of a reply.

“Don’t worry about it.” He started and flashed her a brief smile. “Hell,” He gestured around the room, visibly thankful for having found something to say that might make it less awkward. “I’m the one invading your personal space!” Aaron’s heart was still settling down.

Rewinding time a few seconds, he could still feel the heat from her proximity to him and he also caught the scent of her. It had been a sweet smell. Her hair waved it toward him when she had leaned closer and Aaron guessed it was a mix of her perfume and the shampoo she used. In that moment he discovered that he could recall those few seconds so vividly that he was almost there again.

I wonder if that’s part of my powers…

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Tahra watched something pass across Aaron's face, as if he was dazed for a moment. Or maybe she had creeped him out? Thankfully, it passed quickly and he was joking with her.

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

"We went over this..I invited you!" She chuckled. She resisted the urge to remind him that he didn't invite her to try to count his eyelashes like a creep. She ruffled her short hair bashfully and sipped her beer. She was grateful for his easy smile and laid back personality. It made him easy to get along with and made her feel more at ease.

She smiled at him lopsidedly.

"Ya know..since we got saddled with this job, I'm glad someone like you turned out to be my partner." She lifted her beer towards him with a smile. "Cheers, to bullshit fate and decent demigod partners." She said, tipping the rest of her beer back. She sighed with satisfaction and put her empty bottle aside. She stretched leisurely, taking note of the clock on tje dide table. It was nearly midnight already. She made a small sound of acknowledgement.

"Damn...is that the time?" Tahra grumbled. "We should probably call it. Another early day..preventing the end of humanity and all that tomorrow." She said with another lopsided smile.

Tahra wiggled her way under the covers and bunched her pillow under her shoulder. She reached to the lamp on her side and clicked it off firmly. She yawned amd balled herself into a comfortable cocoon, her back to Aaron.

"Night, Aaron." She chirped. Though really, she wasn't tired. Still, she knew tomorrow would be extra tough without enough sleep. So, she would try.

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Aaron sat for a moment and thought. He still smiled. He was happy that she was glad she had been partnered with him. Aaron felt the same. He felt unsure about all of this demi-god stuff, but with Tahra he felt they might at least have a chance of figuring it out. That thought reassured him. He nodded to himself and set the beer can down.

After brushing his teeth he wriggled under the covers and sighed deeply. Despite their conversation about How it shouldn't be awkward between them, he kept his distance from Tahra, making sure not to brush up against her accidentally. He felt much more at ease around her, but he wasn't quite sure she'd enjoy spooning so soon. He imagined her facial expression if he did that and stifled a laugh.




Shrouded in mist and fog were two figures. Aaron was standing on ground he couldn't see, as if it was made of glass and he couldn't see it because of the mist. It surrounded everything. He could hear his breath so clearly, as if the sound waves he made didn't travel very far but stayed and amplified around him.

One of the two figures ahead of him laughed. They were both sat on something that looked like a tree, but that too was hazy and hard to really see. Aaron approached cautiously. His footsteps made no sound, but whatever he was standing on was firm and hard enough.

'Ah, here he is.' One of the figures stood and Aaron realized he had horns. 'Why do we have to do it this way?'

'It's just how
we do it' The other figure said. The voice sounded familiar. He too stood up and faced Aaron.

'Who are you? Why am I here? What is this place?' Each question was more desperate than the last. Aaron heard himself shouting - or trying to. Sound was so strange in this place. When he spoke, it sounded muffled and loud in his own ears. When the two figures in front of him spoke, it sounded like they were inside his own head.

'They always ask so many questions.'

'Which is to be expected.'

'HEY!' Aaron shouted with rage boiling in his chest.

Both of the two figures fell silent. It was eerie and unsettling. They were staring at him. One of them had a large spear in his hand and the other had horns sprouting from his head. Aaron realized who they were.

'Why are you.. here?' He wasn't sure where that was, but he figured this wasn't the real world.

More silence.

'You're dreaming.' Odin said and stepped closer. 'You both are.'

'We haven't much time, we've already waited far too long. This is the only place we can both talk to you... Safely. Without having to show up.' Cernunnos said and bobbed his head from side to side. 'It's difficult to explain why. We're here to warn you-'

'You must leave the hotel as quickly as possible. They know you're there. Find somewhere else to sta-'

'Wotan, we have to leave.'

Odin had paused and stepped forward. Their faces were cloaked in mist and fog, but his voice told Aaron that he was concerned.

'Go. Trust and help each other, you ha-'

'Wotan!'

'Go.'

The two figures disappeared in a flash of lightning.


Aaron woke with a jump, the flash of lightning still bright in his eyes. It felt like he'd been hit in the head with a hammer. A rude awakening, indeed. He found himself on the floor of the hotel room, half tangled in the covers.

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