Andrew Harolds's Story

Aeron was in the middle of a very important meeting with her lawyer when Hermes interrupted everything.

“Aeron we need to talk” his voice filled her consciousness. She tried very hard not to flinch, for the god's message was so powerful it made her temples ache.

“Are you okay Miss Smith?” the man in the suit across for her asked.

“Uh..yeah!” She flashed one of her award winning smiles. “I just have a bit of a headache that's all,”

”Not a nice thing to say about me,” Hermes retorted, although playfully.

“Well that's all the information I needed today. I'll call you before the trial so we can meet again to work out any kinks.” her Lawyer said. They stood they shook hands and Aeron left.

”So do you have time to talk to me NOW?” Hermes asked.

”Has anyone ever told you that you are super loud?” Aeron said affectionatly.

”Ready to meet all the other Chosen?” He asked, ignoring her question.

”Tonight? The Bonding Day is tonight?”

”Address is in your bag. Don't be late....and be the cutie I know you are. Represent ol' Herms well huh?” Aeron rolled her eyes. She reached in her purse. An invitation laid on top. It pretty caligraphy it read.

'You have been cordially invited...to 22nd and Main street. Arrival time 6:45.” Kat looked down at her phone. That gave her very little time to get ready. She dashed to her house, ignored the living room full of people, who in turn also ignored her and went to her closet. She flipped through a couple of dresses until she found the perfect one. If she was going to be tied to someone for the rest of her life. She at least wanted to make a good impression. As she pulled thedress over her head she realized she couldn't recall where she had gotten it. But she looked stunning in it. Like she was the poster girl for Greek goddess.
She lightly curled her dark pink hair and threw on some light make up. No one said goodbye to her as she left. She jumped in her old Toyota Camry and headed to the shop. She wondered why of all the places to meet it was a coffee shop.

By the time she found a place to park she was pretty late, but to her surprise when she entered there was no one there.

“Hello! The others are in the dining room. Please take a name tag and I'll lead you to them.” the woman greeted her. She looked in the basket, found the Hermes tag and entered the dining hall. The rest of her chosen were sat around the table conversing when she entered.

”Hello! Nice to meet you all, I'm Aeron!” She flashed them a dazzling smile and sat down in one of the empty chairs.

Kat Jones

"Maybe the ribbons are suppose to represent blood? Like a blood bond." He chimed in. "You know, like what kids do when they cut their hands and mix their blood together. It was pretty common back in the day in Southeastern Europe. Such as Greece. I think the Greeks called it Adelphopoiesis. It's the same principle as the Chinese ribbon thing, but more of a choice. Although I think they did it when Christianity rolled in. So I might be reading too deep into it."

Kat was impressed, maybe there was more to that noggin of his than gorgeous blonde hair. As Anthony began to offer steak Kat snickered. He knew exactly what to do to make her smile. The more she thought about it, being bonded to him wouldn't be bad at all. He was pretty fantastic. She immediately chided herself for thinking like that. She had a 1in 11 chance of getting bonded to him. That was like a 9.09 percent chance. She didn't need to get used to the idea of anyone just yet.She was brought back to reality by Hades' girl speaking up.

”I haven't been so disgusted by someone eating since my cousin discovered pot brownies.” She looked at Chris when she spoke. Kat felt that was a little rude but of course said nothing about it. Next Andrew spoke.

“Whatever the bond is and however it works, it is something that we chose to accept. While we may not have fully understood at that point, we know more now, however much good that does us, But while we may be forced to accept this by the gods, we are still masters of our own destiny. They may be the ones deciding the Bonding, but we decide what to do with it. Good luck to you all. To our futures." Kat stared in awe at first, before rasing her glass to his toast. It was well spoken, like a true prodigy of Athena.

About that time a vision walked in the door. She was very pretty, pink hair flowing around her waist, a white and gold dress clinging to her. She had such a sweet smile as she addressed the group. Her name tag read Hermes. She came and sat with them. Kat ignored the pangs of self-consciousness that flowed through her.

“Sorry I'm late!” The girl smiled and waved at Lewis, giving him a soft wink. Kat really needed to learn to wink. She always looked like something was wrong with her eyes when she tried. She found the action very attractive on other people though.

”So! When is this bonding going to happen? I'm kind of excited.” Aeron said happily.

excited? Kat was terrified. What was with all these confident people? Kat was feeling more and more out of place by the second.

”It's all kinda just stressful for me” Kat said, amazing herself by her ability to speak. ”I mean, the bond doesn't mean you are falling in love with them as far as I can tell, but it's got to be hard to do that if you are going to be naturally drawn to someone for the rest of your life.”

She was rambling again.

“You know... or it's exciting... that's another word for it.” She looked down at her knees and blushed.

JAMIE SOUTHSIDE

Now this one has potential, much more interesting then the others. Jamie thought with a small smile as the chosen of Apollo introduced herself. Meredith, nice name.

Her appeal was sealed in the Beserker's mind however when she replied that she could also use a real drink. And when the woman derided the situation earned Meredith bonus points in Jamie's mind. Suddenly this bonded thing didn't seem so bad in his mind. Ares being the eternal jester the Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club knew he'd just as likely end up with that mouse of woman handing out the name tags.

Hmm..now there is an idea. Teach ya to ignore me skreb. Ares spoke with laughter tinging his speech.

Just try it Ares but remember even a God can die. The scarred and tattoed street fighter answered the mental equivalent of dropping the gauntlet.

And that is why I love ya, you got the balls to challenge the God of War himself.

His conversation with the chosen of Apollo ended however as the summons to some sort of dinner was announced. At that Jamie's newest companion's stomach growled, a feeling he could sympathize with. One did not get to become the Berserker's size without learning the value of a square meal.

" Sure sounds like a date." He replied to Meredith's question with a decisive nod that spoke volumes to those that knew him. The bitch that was Lady Fortuna could rope him into a bond but his life was his own in the end. Filing into the dining room with the others he took a seat at the far end of the table, pulling out a chair for Meredith as he did.

Piling a plate with a lot of everything he dug around the inner pockets of his leather jacket and withdrew a silver flask engraved with his MC's crest. Opening it he poured a few drops onto the floor, whispering a prayer for the fallen. Then he took a sip and placed it by his table indicating Meredith was free to take a sip herself.

" Russian Vodka, Pyatizvyozdnaya. Nothing but the best for a Southside Demon. "

Eating with deft but quick bets he scanned the room taking it all in. All the theories about the table decorations and its link to their current situation. He also found himself agreeing with the chosen of Athena and his speech about being the real masters of their fate.

You listening skreb, ya still free. A bond is hardly the steel bars of a cage.

Chris continued to stuff his face when the gothic looking chick, Hades pick of course, started shooting out insults at him. 'What did I do?' He thought to himself. 'Do you need a list?' The voice of the almighty Zeus thundered in his mind. 'Dammnit Zeusy! You know I hate that telepathic BS!' Chris shouted in his mind. He's a little uncomfortable with him being in his deepest thoughts, a feeling that Zeus most likely shares. 'You say that like I should care. I'm just checking in. Making sure you haven't sullied my name too much.' Zeus stated. 'No more than usual. Now please get out of my head! Or else you're gonna see some shit. Do you really want to see what I filter?' Zeus didn't give a reply.

Now onto the matter at hand. Chris got up from his chair, and relocated next to Hades' pick. And now the games begin. "What's the matter Doom N' Gloom? Jealous? Not gettin' enough attention from the big dog?" he asked with a sly grin. "Don't like me much huh? Oh! And look at that you're Hades pick as well. Ain't that something. Hades' pick doesn't like Zeus'. That's very stereotypical of you." He smirked. "Tell me, are you just as obvious? Do you like bad poetry, and heavy metal too? Do you just feel no one understands you, and all that angsty junk?" He said with a chuckle.

His attention then turned to the newest arrival, Hermes' pick. And what a fine pick she was. "Hi Aeron." He calmly, and suavely answered with a charming grin. "I'm Chris, and the pleasures all mine my dear." He then gently took her right hand, and gave it a gentle kiss, all while he kept one eye on Lennon's face, watching for her reaction, and gave her a small wink. That little show was all to annoy her. He then leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. He looked over at Lennon, a look that almost dared her to do something.

Lennon's eye started twitching in the middle of Chris's speech. There was no way she was going to let on how much he hit home. Was she really a stereotype? Thinking about, she realized that she was a match for everything people thought of about the goth and punk lifestyle.

Another girl came in and introduced herself as Aeron. She rolled her eyes at Chris's greeting to her. He sat back down and gave her look that just pissed her off. ”Barf. At least I'm comfortable in my own skin and don't have to seek the approval of others in order to feel good about myself. Flirting with women just to get validated by their attention is just sad.” She had no idea if she was anywhere close to hitting the mark, but she hoped she was at least in the ballpark. She's known quite a few guys like this before, and that's how it always was with them.

'Hades, your brother's Chosen is ticking me off,' she thought, knowing full well he wouldn't answer.

She realized that she was probably making a scene, but didn't really care. She did feel for Aeron coming when she did, though. The girl probably did not expect to be walking into this.

Meredith had to stop herself from staring at just how much Ares's chosen had piled on his plate, she had a healthy appetite but doubted she would manage half of what he had in front of him. She had some idea of how he had gotten to be so big and how he stayed that way. Not that she was complaining, he had very nice biceps, but it also occurred to her that if he really wanted to he could flatten her without much effort. Yet surprisingly given his size and intimidating appearance she found herself feeling oddly safe around him probably because she knew he could take on anything that happened to be threatening her. She already liked the way he looked but when he pulled a chair out for her he rose in her estimation. A guy with manners was not easy to find nowadays.

She piled a her plate with food and although small compared to the giants next to her it was large in comparison with what most people Meredith knew ate. But then she had always needed to eat a lot, a downside of her 'gifts' from Apollo, she had long ago stopped worrying whether others thought she was greedy or piggish and so she simply focussed on enjoying the food. She had to admit it was good, whoever had organised this had spared no expense and Meredith couldn't remember the last time she had eaten so well. In between bites she watched as Jaime took out a hip flask and poured out a few drops on the floor before taking a sip, he then placed it on the table and invited her to have some.

Meredith drank quite often, as with her higher metabolism she could drink more often and in larger quantities than most people as her body quickly burned up the alcohol. Due to this she had gotten used to having either a glass of wine with her dinner or a bottle of fruit cider. She didn't often drink vodka but she knew the good stuff when she heard it. She lifted the hip flask and took a sip appreciating the pure flavour and burn as it slid down her throat.

"That's good." She said appreciatively before taking another sip.

She observed the others as she ate and saw a few were talking with each other and some were not. She noticed the goth looking girl looking particularly pissed off, the blonde guy had started talking to her and clearly he wasn't welcome. She didn't blame the girl and smiled at her sympathetically before turning back to Jaime.

"So what do you reckon they'll get us all doing? I mean, are we gonna have to hold hands and have them tied together or something? God I hope not, being bonded sounds bad enough but actually being tied together?" She shuddered in disgust at the idea. Then she grinned. "Though depending who you're tied with it could be fun." She said wickedly.

Phoebe was underneath a car when Hephaestus suddenly appeared beside her. ”Hello, miss Cadwell,” came his rough, booming voice.

It startled Phoebe so much that she jerked and banged her head on the car. She had put her hand to her forehead and felt it a goose-egg. ”Shoot. You scared the heck out of me. You've got some bad timing, my friend.”

He pretended he didn't know what happened. ”Guess what, Sugar Tits, tonight is the Bonding ceremony. So you better get your ass in gear and head over there.”

Still rubbing her sore head, she looked over at him and said, ”You couldn't have given me more notice?”

Again, he pretended like she didn't speak. ”It's starting soon. At the coffee shop on 22nd Main Street. You'd better start getting ready unless you want to go looking like a grease monkey.” At that, he was gone.

Sighing, she slid out from underneath the car. Heading toward the back of the shop, she called out, ”Got somewhere to go Uncle Vick. Be back later.” All she got was a grunt in response, not that she expected in different.

In the back of the shop was an apartment-like room where her uncle used to live, and gave to her when she came to work for him. It was basically a bedroom with a full bathroom. She shed her clothes and hopped in the shower to wash off the grease that she was practically covered in. Afterward, she finished getting ready, and put on a fancy blue dress that was way too formal for a coffee shop. Not that she cared.

It didn't take long for her to get to the coffee shop, she only lived a few blocks away,but she was still going to be late. She practically sprinted inside, almost knocking over the receptionist. ”Oh, I'm so sorry!” she said.

The receptionist looked flustered, but smiled. ”It's alright, the party is that way.” She started walking away, and led Phoebe into the dining room.

She was the last to arrive. Of course. She walked over to the table and smiled. ”Hi everyone. I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Cadwell. I'm so happy to be here.”

Kat Jones

As the last one introduced herself a sinking feeling hit with Kat, this was it. They had no one else to wait for. The time was very close. She began looking around wildly trying to figure out who she was going to be bonded too.

”Quit freaking out Kat. It's time. Take a deep breath and it will all be over.” She wasn't entirely sure if it was in her head or out loud, but it was Dionysus's voice. Kat obeyed, breathing in slowly and deeply. When she opened her eyes she was surprised.

There was blackness. Total dark. She couldn't see anything. Kat was very frightened, she had never really liked the dark. She called out, but she realized she couldn't hear anyone else around her. Was she suddenly alone? Then there was a eerie red glow. It started slow, like an ember until it was so bright she couldn't take it. She raised her hand to cover her eyes but realized she couldn't, something was keeping her hand back. She looked down, a red cuff around her right wrist. When she pulled, it was like she was tied to a wall, it wouldn't budge.

Then all at once reality came back in a fade. The red light slowly left, leaving Kat back in the dining room, but the table and food was gone. She was standing. She tried to shake away the confusion, she felt like she had been hit in the head, her vision was blurry and slowly coming back to her. She looked down at her hand.

Was that the bond?
Was it over?
Her right hand was crossed over another very strong looking hand. Their wrists tied together with a red satin ribbon. It was glowing, but slowly fading out. As the light coming from the tie dissipated so did the string all together until it was just her hand lying on top of another.

That was it. She was Bonded. Kat panicked, working up her courage to look up from their hands. Finally she slowly raised her head to meet Chris' face. Her legs felt weak and she tried her best not to stumble into the prodigy of Zeus.

Her prodigy of Zeus. They were Bonded. But what did that mean? She barely knew how to make full sentences around this guy, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life time being connected to him.

“Um...hi,” She said very lamely. She felt it though, the effects of the ceremony. She didn't know why but she felt a...draw to him. She realized her hand was still on his and wasn't sure what to do with it. She left it for now, afraid of moving, she still felt weak and her knees were wobbly.

JAMIE SOUTHSIDE

Hmm not bad O God of War. Jamie thought with a humorous tone as he watched Meredith take an appreciative sip of the Pyatizvyozdnaya he preferred above all other booze out there. Now this was a woman he wouldn't mind being bonded to.

Nah think I'm going to stick ya with Hades chosen.

Jamie took a look at the goth girl embroiled in a heated conversation with the chosen of Zeus and decided that Ares had to be messing with him.

Come on I'm sure she's right up your alley. The scars and tattoos I'll bet she'll eat that right up.

I'd sooner date the neko freak. The Beserker replied with disdain colouring his mental speech. Taking a look at said Neko freak Jamie did decide it'd be a kinder fate then living dead girl. At least the cat looked low maintenance. Truth be told though he was hoping Ares would match him with Meredith. Any girl that could take a shot of Pyatizvyozdnaya like she could was worth dating.

What's it worth to ya Jamie boy?

How about I'll listen to your next bit of advice.

Tempting, very tempting skreb.

" I doubt the gods are into the kinky stuff, I mean look at this lame dinner. No strippers, music, or even good vodka." Jamie replied to Meredith's question if the bonding would involve an actual binding with a dersive laugh. His right hand indicating all and sundry. He was also half tempted to drink another swig from his flask but didn't. Mainly because he had to be sober enough to ride his Harley Davidson Fatboy out of this little meeting.

" Though one can always hope." He answered Meredith's wicked smile with one of his own. The Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club was really beginning to like the way the evening was shaping up. True the others weren't to his taste but the scarred and tattoed street fighter was liking what he saw in Apollo's chosen.

Tell ya what, if you are a very nice skreb I'll think about it.

Jamie Delmont Southside wanted to tell the Ares his standard go fuck yourself reply but suddenly everything was darkness. Not the darkness of an unlit room or a starless night. But the darkness only a man born blind might know.

In this place the normally carefree chosen of Ares felt the slightest concern over his fate. For all his senses felt severed from his mind. Sight, sound, touch, taste they were gone. The body he kept in peak shape felt gone.

But even as the Berserker felt his concern rising sight returned at least along with touch. Looking down at his hand where he felt pressure around his right wrist. A fragile looking red ribbon was tied around it. Wanting a closer look at it Jamie tried to lift his hand and failed. And here the Harley riding Southside Demon felt the greatest concern of his life. For his strength had always proven greater then anything thrown against him.

Then normality of everyday life returned. The dinning room of earlier only devoid of the feast. And the Vice President of the Southside Demons MC was standing tied hand and hand to Meredith. His dark silver eyes looking into hers. The chosen of war and the chosen of dawn were bonded.

I believe I'm owed some thanks.

Lewis Hartley

Downing the rest of his drink and throwing the apple core in the glass Lewis nodded the best greeting he could to what was apparently the final missing piece to this strange spectacle and once again found himself spacing out, this time at nothing in particular as he played with his string of his hoodie.

So when’s this thing starting? He wondered rubbing his eyes.

Why it already has darling. The sultry voice chimed in.

Opening his eyes was hardly an accomplishment. The room was completely dark and as he went to turn something jerked his arm. ”The hell?” Looking closer a bright red ribbon was tied around his wrist and unless he grew another hand he was tied to another. Subconsciously tilting his head he followed the arm up to the face and with the everything returning met Lennon’s.

Looking back around he noticed everything coming back into place except for the food. Where did they go? he wondered and if anywhere how long were they gone? This a very strange experience for him and he wasn’t too sure how to react. There was a strange sensation about the whole thing that he could feel surge through him. It was entirely uncomfortable. This was not a feeling he knew, it was completely foreign. What am I feeling? I don't like it.

You'll get used to it...maybe. Doll I can't tell you everything, I want to see how this plays out.

As helpful as always Aphrodite. Turning back to Lennon, the red ribbon slowly vanishing, shrugged “I guess this means we’re bonded.”

The next few minutes happened in a blur. Aeron supposed that's what she got for being late. She walked in to a fight between Hades and Zeus' chosen, in which she was given a very charming kiss on the hand (one she would have found more charming if it was not being done purely to annoy the goth girl in the first place.)

Then another girl walked in, Hephaestus. As she introduced herself everything got strange.

”Ready for a wild ride kid?” Hermes voice asked. Suddenly the room went dark, there was a bright red glow. She wasn't afraid, she trusted Hermes, they had always had a good connection.

As the glow disappeared she noticed she was back in the dining room. They all were. Her hand tied to another. The ribbon faded leaving only their hands and she looked up into the yellow eyes of Anthony. The boy hadn't even spoken to her but she already felt something strange. Was this the power of the bond?

“Hi!” She gave him a bright smile. “So we are bonded huh? It's nice to meet you.”

The Chosen of Hephaestus stepped into the room, introducing herself as Phoebe. Wearing a blue dress that would fit into any formal dinner party, she seemed much more confident than he had been. At least he had said something. A thought struck him, causing a feeling of dread to settle in his stomach. With each passing moment it grew, becoming an effort to keep himself outwardly calm.

No no no no no no no, Athena!

Calm down, Andrew. You will be fine. Just different.

Closing his eyes, Andrew slowly began hyperventilating. Why had he ever agreed to the bond? Sure the powers that had come with it had been helpful, but he should have seen this coming. There had to be a way to back out. There had to be!

Warmth began to seep through his skin, and he flung open his eyes. A void greeted him, bereft of sensory perception except for the heat and a red light that came from everywhere and nowhere. The heat flared, searing his skin. Pain swept through his body as he struggled helplessly against the Bond. He. Would. Not. Go! As quickly as it had come, the darkness faded away. Blinded by the light coming from the lamps, it took him a few moments to adjust. Realizing his hand was resting on something he looked down and then back up.

His hand rested on Adriana's, tied to it by a red ribbon. He tried to pull away, but it would not move. The ribbon dissipated, but he did not move. Could not move. The dread that had filled him earlier was replaced by shock. In the back of his mind was a little space that had not been there before, filled with Adraina's presence. If he walked across New York he could have pointed straight to her.

Trust in her, Andrew. But trust in yourself. Remember the words you said. Your destiny is your own. I shall support you, whatever your choice, Athena spoke into his mind.

Looking into her azure eyes, he let go of his earlier shock. Slowly, but he let go. Still too unsure to move his hand, he simply said, "I guess we're bonded then..."

Chris was about to reply to Lennon's comment about him seeking approval from others. It was probably going to be something snappy, semi-clever, and borderline sexual harassment. But his vision began to fade, darkness enveloped everything. "The hell? Zeusy, you doin this?" Chris asked, and of course there was no answer, at least not right away. "It is done." Zeus' thunderous voice bellowed. "Done?! What?! That's it?! Dammnit Zeusy! Showmanship! Turning out the lights ain't good enough!" Chris yelled out in frustration. He then felt something tugging on his left wrist, he looked down to see a red cuff on it. Then a brilliant red light flashed, it surrounded him and suddenly he was back in the dining room.

He was a little shaken up, who wouldn't be? He looked down at his wrist, and saw he was holding hands with someone. His eyes were transfixed on the ribbon that tied the hands together. Then the ribbon disappeared. He finally snapped back into reality, having processed what happened. He looked up from the pale, and slender hand to meet eyes with his bond mate, Kat. Odd pairing to be sure, but admittedly it wasn't that bad. It's not like they've been at each others throats like him and Hades chosen. But still, she's pretty awkward, and shy compared to himself.

She was the first to break the awkward silence between them with a nervous hi. He just noticed that she was shaking. 'Why is she nervous?' He thought. He gave her a reassuring smile, one that said that everything's ok. He looked back down at their still intertwined hands. "Soooooo, does this count as first base?" Chris smirked, hoping a slight joke might lighten up the mood. "So Kitten, we're bonded huh? I'm probably not your first choice huh?" He looked at her, and noticed she was somewhat weak. "Here, sit down." Chris said as he pulled her chair out, and guided her to set down. He took the seat next to hers, and let go of her hand. "Well, now that we're.....um.....partners I guess me should get to know each other huh?" Chris was a little nervous about her knowing about his past, but he hid it with a comforting smile. Hopefully he can give her some half-truths, and she wouldn't read too deep into it.

Kat Jones

"Soooooo, does this count as first base?" Kat laughed so hard she snorted a little and turned bright red. But the joke did it's what it intended and calmed her down a little.


"So Kitten, we're bonded huh? I'm probably not your first choice huh?" Chris said. Kat shook her head violently in protest.

”No no! Don't say that!” She protested.

"Here, sit down." Kat let herself be lead to a chair. He sat down next to her, removing his hand. She kind of missed it's warm, strong presence. She shook her head a little still trying to clear it after all the madness. He was being incredibly kind. She was touched that he was taking the time to care for her when he could just as easily walk out the door after the ceremony.
"Well, now that we're.....um.....partners I guess me should get to know each other huh?" Chris gave a nice comforting smile that instantly put Kat more at ease. She decided she was going to talk her way around her mother and her powers. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of her mom, it was just a sensitive subject. No one in her life knew about it other than her dad and Anthony. And even Anthony had never met her mom.

”That's probably a good idea,” she confirmed. ”The first thing you should know...well you probably already do...I'm not great at talking to people. Especially attractive people.” Her eyes widened in horror at what she just said. ”Not that I think you are attractive...not that I think that your not...” She threw her face in her hands.

”Let me start over. I'm Kat. I live with my dad, he works a lot so I don't see him much. I'm still in high school, I graduate in the spring. No job right now, so I'm free a lot. Which is good! I think... anyway. What about you?”

'Nailed it..' she thought sarcastically.

"Got cha, the same amount of social skills as a drunk puppy." Chris chuckled as she stumbled around on her words. "Well, I'm from Boston. I was raised by my older brother, Jack. I've graduated high school, but no job." Chris said, not even mentioning his parents. "I left home a couple of weeks back. I don't know how to explain it, I just got this feeling in the back of head that said something was about to happen. I didn't want to drag my brother into this. Gods, Magic, I chose my path, he didn't, he shouldn't have to follow it. Since then, I've been bumming around. Living in cheap hotel rooms." Chris then looked around to check and see if any of the coffee shop's employees were watching, and they weren't.

He held out his hands out at about a foot apart. Then a arc of blue electricity jumped between his hands. He held the arc for a few seconds before he put his hands down. He looked back around, and luckily no one noticed, well no one normal, he wasn't watching for the other chosen. "Yeah, I got lightning in my veins. Think of me like Cole MacGrath....he's from a.....never mind." He said, assuming she doesn't know what he's talking about. "Anyways, I just pump a little juice into a ATM, and boom! I make it rain!" Chris said with a sly grin, not even thinking about whether or not she'd approve of his money methods.

"Plus it knocks out the security cam, so I don't need to worry about that. I can also heal myself. Other people, not so much. I tried it with a pigeon one time....it kind of exploded......oh the smell." Chris then shuttered a little bit as he remembered that day. The horror. "Anyways, it's just been me for awhile. Living on the road. Well me, and Denise." He said, not even thinking about clarifying that Denise is his car. "So what's your thing?"

Kat Jones

As she listened to Chris, she could understand where he was coming from, she had often thought about running away from home. She felt like all her...strange-ness was just too much for her dad at times. If she wasn't the only communication for her mother, she probably would have.

She shot back a little in shock as the blue electricity sparked between his fingers. She shouldn't be surprised, being of Zeus and all. The electricity was kind of beautiful. It made her understand why Chris was the way he was. Electricity was life, it was pure energy. If he was holstering so much of it, how could he not be the way he was.

She decided she rather liked this personality. It was different from her own but in a good way, it a way that she hoped that would help her learn to branch out a little more.

Cole MacGrath? Like from Infamous? Did he like video games? Did that mean he wasn't going to think she was lame for spending all of her money on games and comics and such. Did that mean he wasn't going to think she was a nerd. She suddenly started fantasizing about them in her room playing Soul Caliber and Mario Kart together. She was put at ease.

She laughed lightly at the pidgeon, and at the ATM, everything he did was pretty humorous to her. All things she wouldn't have the guts to do.

”"Anyways, it's just been me for awhile. Living on the road. Well me, and Denise. So what's your thing?"

Kat panicked. Powers. Not something she wanted to talk about. She didn't have anything cool like electricity, all she had was a power that made people un-trusting of her. That was not something she wanted out of her Bond Mate.

And who was Denise? She tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her side. She just MET this guy.

”I loved Infamous, just so you know. I played through it a couple of times just because choosing between good and bad was a lot of fun.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ”My powers are...strange. It's not something I could show you easily. Many people know Dionysus as the god of parties, but he is also the god of madness. I have a little of both sides of him. I can intoxicate people if I want, kinda lame I guess. I can also control my dreams entirely, and can even on rare occasions go visit other people's dreams. I can also tell how people are feeling, always. I try to ignore it most of the time though. She chose to omit the part where she could actually alter how those people felt if she wished.

”I'm going to risk something and try to be confident for once,” She confided in him. With a deep breath she flashed the most confident smile she could muster and said...

”It's kinda tense in here, everyone getting bonded and all. Did you want to maybe go somewhere?” She forced the blush that threatened to come up down. ”Also who is Denise?”