Adrestia laid down in the dark, legs crossed and deadly red eyes focused at the ceiling. Her clasped fingers twitched against her pale, scarred stomach with every sound from outside her dark capsule. Her toes, their nails colored with permanent marker, curled impatiently. After what felt like an eternity, the sound of jingling keys penetrated her ears. The door opened, light flooding in and the shadow of a man being cast over her figure. She slowly uncrossed her legs and lulled her head towards him, lips widening into a thin, devious smile.
The girl didn't rush to get ready. Everything was done with purpose, the speed of familiarity in her actions. She shuffled into tight black asymmetrical pants, clipped the lock onto her belt, zipped her crop top up over her breasts and fastened her hat down over her pigtails in the span of a few minutes. She stared herself down in the mirror as she rolled a ball of pink bubblegum over her tongue and slowly crushed it between her molars. She blew a bubble, shut one eye in an unenthusiastic wink then strode out of the room.
She was led down the halls with a scientist, trudging behind him with a permanent glare. As they arrived at a doctor's office, the door opened and the bright-eyed new girl walked out of it. Adrestia slumped against the wall while the scientist went in to speak with the doctor, gazing after the girl. Tomoe Gozen, she was supposed to be. Seems that she would still have to wait for another dead god to rise from these scientist's hands. The scientist left and the doctor's head peaked out from the room. Her eyes brightened when she saw her.
"Right this way, dear," the female doctor beckoned her. Adrestia blew a small bubble and skipped into the room, jumping onto her seat (her expression never once changing from 'I'm so bored, kill me now'). "How was your social isolation, Adrestia?" The doctor asked as she prepared her needle, her friendly tone taking a stern turn. Adrestia closed her eyes as the needle pierced through her skin, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Bliss," she uttered.
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Some time later, Adrestia stood in the dining room with her tray. She tried not to look at what was on the tray; she had once cooked rat better than this. Instead, she stared blankly over the tables and the company that inhabited them. Choosing where to sit during meal times had to be the hardest part of each day for her, embarrassingly so. She spotted a seat at the same table as "the three", the three first successfully revived heroes, and made her way over to it. She smacked her tray down, sitting a couple seats away from Hercules without giving him so much as a glance. He wasn't the hero she remembered watching from Mount Olympus, after all, just some... strange Roman impersonator. She rested her chin on her hand and chewed the last of the flavor out of her gum.
Wukong was pinching food ahead of her as always, for whatever reason. Why anyone would find anything worth stealing in it was a mystery to her. Whatever his reasons, she'd just found a lovely place to dispose of her gum. She lent over her meal on her elbows, tilting her head back and spitting it out. It moved in an arc towards the monkey king before being caught by the hood of his jacket.
Adrestia watched Wukong leave the dining room with her gum piece hitching a ride in his hood, biting harshly on her thumb. The reborn goddess smugly dipped down her hat and began picking at her food, oblivious to or just purposefully ignoring the righteous types that had just witnessed her anti-social behavior.