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Post by AISLIN WILLIAMS on Jul 13, 2011 18:01:21 GMT 1
Date: November 30, 2008
Tag(s): Open
She didn’t know what had possessed her to enter the infestation that was New York City… scratch that. Aislin knew exactly what had dragged her into a city that was too crowded with too little nature. She had been looking online for any antique book store that also imported some of their books; the only one that she had come across had been in New York. She didn’t trust the store to not try and pull a fast one which meant she had to go see the books herself before putting out that kind of money. She had been pleasantly surprised to see that the books were in fact authentic. It had taken her an hour, but she had finally found what she was looking for: an original copy of Norse myth of elves. It hadn’t even been translated into English; while she didn’t speak a bit of Norwegian, she could pick out a word every so often. It was enough to let her know what it was.
She walked down the city street; she had her nose buried in the ‘new’ book, trying to pick out enough words to understand what was being said. She knew she wouldn’t be able to properly translate it until she got back to the B.P.R.D, but she wanted to get a head start. She brushed a bit of her hair behind one pointed ear before turning another page in her book. Unfortunately, paying attention on a city street was not a lesson she learned. She only looked up after her left arm slammed into someone else.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention; are you okay?”
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Post by CETO EURYALE on Jul 13, 2011 18:30:18 GMT 1
"Oomph!" What was this? A sudden collision to the rib was not quite what Ceto was expecting while travelling city streets. Of course, there was always the risk of 'bumping' into someone, but she hadn't expected it to be quite so literal. "It's not me you should be worried about..." She muttered, adjusting her shades, ensuring the safety of those around her. While walking in broad daylight in the human world, it was of some importance to keep your head down, every gorgon knew that. Every mythical being for that matter. Eye contact must be avoided at all costs... For now. "Are you all right?"
The gorgon examined the ground making sure she hadn't dropped any of her possessions, still massaging her side. It was now proving fortunate, with the ability to walk in plain sight of humans, the medallion given to her by a witch in Macedonia. The medalion that in fact made her appearance human like, restoring legs in place of a long snakelike tail. She wondered momentarily if she'd ever have a use for her true form again: God, she hoped not. While rising back up to her full height casually Ceto caught sight of the subject of the girls reading material, and upon receiving a visual of the seemingly young woman she smiled politely. "Ah... You're one of them..." She taunted playfully. This was the fourth elf she had seen as of late. Granted, two of them were only half the glorified race. "So.. Enlighten me, my liege... Does your liege know you're here?" Of course Ceto was referring to Prince Nuada, uncertain as to where this strangers loyalties lay, or for that matter, if she even knew what she was.
This city was growing far more intriguing than the gorgon had at first expected. Since when did mythicals crawl every unlit corner of the worlds dirtiest, and most industrial, city. Elves for that matter. The last place Ceto expected to run across such beings was in an industrial environment. Elves taking refuge int he troll market was common knowledge among the mythic folk, but what was going on in the human cities that had attracted such a number of them? Ceto was determined to find out. "I can't imagine he'd be happy about your choice of company... Tsk tsk... "
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Post by AISLIN WILLIAMS on Jul 13, 2011 21:54:12 GMT 1
There was something off about the woman she had accidentally hit; Aislin couldn’t figure out what it was, but the other seemed… to hold herself differently than most. Perhaps, she was just imagining it. She could just have read one too many books on mythology. She tried to offer an apologetic smile until the other’s words reached her ears. One of… she barely restrained herself from reaching up to cover her unhidden ear; she hadn’t expected anyone to notice especially in such a big city, but shock truly set in when she realized that the woman knew what she was.
“Liege?” that was a title that was often associated with those who served a lord, but she had never served anyone. Aislin may not have known who the woman was, but she clearly knew something important that she probably needed to know. All she had to do was get the woman to sit down and talk to her. Manipulation was not one of her skills, but maybe she wouldn’t have to be so underhanded.
“I’m afraid I don’t know who or what you are talking about,” she closed the book still open in her hands. She figured trying the straight forward approach; it had worked in the past, so maybe it would work in her current situation. She wasn’t walking away without at least a little more information then she had entered it with.
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Post by CETO EURYALE on Jul 14, 2011 16:42:15 GMT 1
Ceto smirked as the girl covered her ear, a sign that she knew what she was. "I take it you're not one of the princes lackeys then..." Her tone was playful as she sized up the other. "You know... Prince Nuada..." She confirmed. She was a neutral party, and free from any of the princes' jurisdiction. Which was fortunate when one took into consideration the blonde muscle head had absolutely no mind to reason with anything that disagreed with human extermination. Though, he was absolutely thrilling to toy with. Then again, in most cases anything with a royal title was, and had been since the BCE era.
Placing a hand on her waist, the gorgon did not drop her behaviour. "Forgive me for making assumptions. You are among the many elves, or part elves, I have seen recently. I'd hate it if I found out that your prince was up to something in my territory." She teased. It seemed to not be common knowledge yet that the exiled oaf had returned. It was true that Ceto had a respect for Prince Nuada, but it wasn't one she'd ever openly admit to. Though she often found herself agreeing with his beliefs, they were very rarely acted on in a proper light.
"I take it that you're not from the market then?" Ceto wondered. "I wonder where the elf convention is..." She muttered, still surprised by the number of mythical folk who had passed through as of late. In her time, she had never seen so many migrate to the same place at once. Something was going down, and she would put her finger on it.
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Post by AISLIN WILLIAMS on Jul 15, 2011 23:15:52 GMT 1
Prince? Her territory? Aislin shook her head trying to make sense of what the woman was talking about. Clearly, the woman thought she would be able to follow what was being said, but really it was leaving her fairly confused. She mentioned a prince; that must mean that for elves there was a royalty line… fascinating. It seemed the stories got that much right at least. The woman must have also had some kind of supernatural background since the average person did not refer to where they were as a territory unless they were in a gang, besides she knew what Aislin was.
“There are other elves in the area?” she couldn’t help asking. She had never met another elf, and she was curious how different she was from her distant cousins. According to the stories, she wasn’t even the same sort of creature, but she knew until she saw for herself she couldn’t trust stories written by humans. She wanted to know all that the woman would tell her, but she had to prioritize.
“What market? I’m afraid I don’t know much about it,” Aislin figured that would work; as long as she didn’t sound completely idiotic, she figured she could try and get the other woman to answer her questions.
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Post by CETO EURYALE on Jul 16, 2011 15:09:13 GMT 1
Clearly the girl was new to the area. The troll market was truly not a well kept secret from people belonging to the mythical realm. In fact, it was hard to go anywhere without hearing the rumors if you had a keen ear. “Honey, there are elves everywhere...” Ceto stated, her voice dripping with an honest sarcasm. “Oh dear, are you new to the area?” Ceto asked placing a hand over her heart half mockingly. The gorgon had nothing to lose by helping the girl, nor did she have anything to gain. Though she remained neutral, and it seemed the elf could use a hand. “The name is Euryale. Ceto Euryale. I'll cut to the chase, you're an elf. I'm a gorgon, and it seems to me that you need better company.”
In her version of a wink, she snapped her finger and made a quick point at the elf. “It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not knowing about the world to which you belong, or originate at the very least. After all, the elves are wise in their decision to remain hidden from human eyes. So sometimes, an elf might not be completely aware, you see.” Ceto smirked, it seemed that this was true as the bookkeeper didn't seem overly informed about the other elves either, although there had been another elf present then.
“Its called the Troll Market.” Ceto explained, slinging an arm around the girls shoulder and proceeding to walk forward. “You'll find plenty mythicals bartering there, but if your an elf, you might wish to pay the royal family a visit and possibly even become more familiar with your own roots. I'm assuming you feel some sort of loss not knowing, don't you?” Ceto could relate, she too had never been able to track her origins, except for the rumor of being tied to the line of the three gorgon sisters: Stentho, Euryale, and Medusa. “I'll be willing to help you there.”
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Post by AISLIN WILLIAMS on Jul 16, 2011 17:21:13 GMT 1
Gorgon? Well, that would explain why the woman… Ceto, wouldn’t meet her eye. Aislin couldn’t keep the smile off her face; it seemed she was finally going to get one of the missing pieces of the puzzle that was her heritage.
“I’m Aislin,” she couldn’t help hoping that Ceto didn’t feel the need to press for a last name; she had omitted it for the very fact it was clearly a human last name. The last thing she needed was for her… guide to decide to not show her this market, because she was only half elf. Then again, if she had any luck elves didn’t have last names.
She blushed slightly as the older woman continued speaking; she wasn’t necessarily ashamed of not knowing her own people, but it did leave her with a nagging ache to know. For a moment her thoughts turned inward. She never would have guessed that after years of searching through useless fairy tales, one night away from the B.P.R.D. would give her what she wanted. Caught off guard by the arm being slung over her shoulder, she brought her attention back to Ceto, and allowed herself to be led.
“Yes,” she sighed. There was no point in denying it; ever since she was small, she had known she was different, and despite her father’s best attempts, he couldn’t tell her what she needed to know. After all, he was human and her mother had not stuck around to tell him anything. She glanced up at Ceto; she was a unique woman without taking in the fact she was a gorgon. So far, they had gotten along pretty well, and Aislin hoped it continued; it would be nice to have a friend or at least an acquaintance outside the Bureau.
“Thank you.”
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