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I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Sept 18, 2017 9:57:56 GMT -5
Participating Characters:Megara, Owen Burnett/Puck Forum Location: Isle of the Mountain > Amethyst Kingdom of Ambrosia > Thebes Time of Day: Lat afternoon-Early evening Weather: Cloud-striped, but still star-bright, half-full moon Thread Location: Thebes Premise: When need takes her to the Big Olive, Megara encounters a foreigner that may need some help.
Meg hated Thebes. She'd tell anyone who would listen, too, usually. It was like if a migraine could be given physical form. There was this haze of anxiety that filled it, and bled into the surrounding countryside for fifty miles in all directions. Everyone there was awful and focused entirely on themselves, it smelled like King Agueas's stables and the noise was worse than any other she'd heard - and she'd been to the Underworld.
That being said... there was the smallest part of Megara, beneath the hate and distaste and frustration, that had an odd, paradoxical fondness for Thebes that defied explanation. She couldn't even rationalize it to herself. That was part of the city's magic, she supposed. So, while she worked her way through congested foot traffic through the streets and thoroughfares of Thebes as the sun was setting, she found she wasn't quite as loathe to be there as she could've been. Even if she was dying to escape.
Since Greece was consolidated into the Amethyst Kingdom in Rohandor, Thebes had become three times as bad. Megara was astonished each time she went to the city and it was somehow more chaotic than before. Now not only were foul-tempered Greeks everywhere, but foul-tempered foreigners, immigrants and tourists. Meg stepped out of the way of a group of dark-skinned persons wearing leathers, animal pelts and feathers and shrugged the bag she carried higher up on her shoulder.
Scowling, Megara waited for them to pass. She was about to move again when her back stiffened. A hand that didn't belong to her was thrust into her bag in an admittedly deft attempt to rob her. "That," Megara said darkly, snatching the wrist of the hand and turning to face the cloaked thief it was attached to, "was a mistake."
The thin man struggled to break her hold. Meg's eyes darted, first to his oddly lumpy cape, then to a guard of Thebes walking their way. Smirking, she let the thief wrench his arm out of her grasp and turn on his heel to flee. Megara stuck out one sandal-clad foot and, with a grunt, the man tripped. When he landed his cloak rattled and spilled all sorts of pick-pocketed goods across the paved street... right at the feet of the guard.
"Hmph," Meg scoffed with a smirk, "told you. Jerk." She checked quickly to make sure everything was still in her bag, then fell into step with the rest of the foot traffic.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 18, 2017 21:08:40 GMT -5
Owen was, by his standards, beyond frustrated. He'd been tasked with navigating the lay of the land in this new version of Greece, although it had been something of a forced vacation, he reflected. This was far less modern and more, well, mythological than he'd been used to in his previous realm. But adjusting was one thing. Dealing with deeply rude people who one suspected was trying to rip them off was quite another.
"I'm tellin' ya, it's the sword of Hercules!" the tall, burly shopkeeper was enthusing. "Greatest hero of 'em all! Phil's boy! Trust me, buddy, you REALLY want to have this in your collection." "And I have told you several times now that I have no desire or interest in purchasing the weapon," Owen said, teeth nearly on edge and tone strained. "What I want is information, and you seem stubbornly insistent on refusing to give it to me beyond telling me about 'heroes' and attempting to bilk me out of my money."
Instantly, the shopkeeper frowned, and Owen knew that for once in his life his manners had failed him. "You sayin' I'm a deadbeat, you snobby punk? Some kinda crook?"
Owen looked around to see who else might be in the vicinity, and his eye caught a striking young woman who'd just tripped a man, a satisfied, acidic smirk on her face. She seemed sensible enough at least. "Madam," he called, "perhaps you can assist me in telling this vendor that I do not want to buy this sword he's trying to unload on me."
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Sept 20, 2017 9:34:07 GMT -5
Meg hardly made it ten steps after slipping back into the milling throngs when something else happened. There was a man standing at a stall of wooden beams and tattered canvas on the side of the road, calling out to her. If he'd been behind Meg, or she hadn't instinctively made eye contact with him as his crisp, accented voice cut through the din, she would've ignored it. Just kept on her way.
As it was, there wasn't really any way that Meg could believably pretend she hadn't noticed him trying to get her attention. Still, a part of her really wanted to promptly ignore the blonde man. Megara's eyes raked over him, from foot to head, dryly and indifferently. Everything about him, from his wardrobe to his behavior to his manner of speaking, screamed "tourist."
Thebes was a little slice of Tartarus for natives, let alone visitors without guides or companions. Meg slowed her gait just enough to hear what it was the tourist wanted. She noted the vendor, looking surly and menacing, and realized that whatever business they'd been having was taking a sour turn. Megara exhaled through her nose sharply in submission.
Thebes's merchants were the worst of the worst. It wouldn't take long to deal with this one, and it'd save the tourist from a headache or a few broken bones. Besides, Meg was rarely ever able to give someone a piece of her mind and keep the moral high ground anymore. Dating wonder boy had made her conscience annoyingly loud.
Megara stopped abreast of the tourist and folded her arms over her chest, peering up at the meaty vendor. "Sorry, buddy. He's not interested. Why don't you turn your sights on a sucker who'll actually bite?" The merchant opened his mouth, stuttering indignantly and made to move around the table separating them. Meg bit the inside of her cheek, eyes narrowing further. "I'd look around carefully, if I were you."
The vendor's small eyes darted up one side of the street, down the other, and fixed on the guard currently arresting the pick-pocket twenty feet away. Megara inclined one brow in question at the merchant, who grit his teeth and settled back on his stool. "Have a nice day," Meg said in a tone of feigned politeness. She glanced to the tourist, gave a mock salute, then turned on her heel and slipped back into the masses.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 20, 2017 12:16:14 GMT -5
Owen felt the woman's gaze pass over him, and it seemed to be a mixture of judgment, almost-sympathy, and contempt. There was something world-weary in her countenance, as if she'd lived here for much of her life and knew just how hectic, loud, and annoying the city and its people could be.
He could relate to an extent, he supposed; Manhattan could often be similar, although it was something that his other half tended to appreciate more; Owen himself could find it a bit of an irritant, especially if there was important business to be concluded.
Yet the young woman did move to help him, telling off the seller with an acidic deadpan and even with a threat; he followed her gaze to the guard arresting the very person she'd tripped. Finally, the man relented, grumbling in annoyance.
Owen quickly made haste, following the woman after she told him to have a nice day, albeit in the same unimpressed, husky voice she'd used on the seller. "Wait," he called. "I think a reward is in order for your assistance, young miss. I believe he was considering the possibility of putting me in considerable distress and pain before you arrived."
Reaching into his pocket, he opened his wallet with one hand, resting it on his shoulder and leafing through bills, settling on three $20 bills. "I confess, I don't know the exchange rate here, but I presume this should be sufficient for your trouble."
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Sept 21, 2017 9:05:14 GMT -5
It could never be easy, could it? Meg had done her good deed of the day and wanted nothing more than to get out of Thebes and on with her evening. But that was pretty much fated to be impossible. She heard the tourist call out to her and felt him push into the crowd just a few steps behind and next to her own tread. Megara rolled her eyes and fought off the urge to groan.
She didn't stop moving, but she judged that the tourist in question was a determined enough one to not be put off by having to keep up with her. Megara's look of exhausted irritation narrowed, becoming skeptic and wary when her cling-on mentioned a reward. Well that's not something you'd find in Thebes very often. Generally if you had the decency to help another person out, that person would turn around and bite your face off.
"I believe he was considering the possibility of putting me in considerable distress and pain before you arrived."
Meg smirked, quirking a brow and still not turning to look back at the man. "That's one way to put it." She chanced the barest peripheral view over her shoulder and saw that the tourist had pulled out his billfold and was thumbing through it. Megara's eyes widened, she stopped, turned and grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand down and against his side, out of proper view. With the other hand she waved off his offering.
"You wanna get robbed?" she asked in a hiss of breath between her teeth, speaking low enough that no one could hear in the tumult of the crowd. Megara's violet eyes peered around them sharply, then she relinquished her hold and stepped back, propping one hand on her hip. "Word of advice? Don't get that out in the streets of Thebes unless you're okay with losing it."
Meg grappled between irritation with this tourist and vague appreciation that he had tried to thank her for helping him. Her expression became a little more considering, albeit jadedly so. "Gratitude isn't something we see a lot of around here. I hardly recognized it... Thanks," she said with more difficulty than she'd expected, "but I don't charge on Thursdays." She smiled dryly.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 21, 2017 10:57:00 GMT -5
"Yes, considering the temperament of most of this city, I expect he would not have been unique in that regard." He barely reacted to her grabbing his hand and pushing it down, although he knew she was just trying to help.
"Perhaps you're right," he admitted, stuffing the money back into the wallet and sliding that back into his pockets. "For the moment, I believe I should follow your lead, then, Miss...?" He hadn't caught her name, but he admitted to finding these interactions pleasant enough; she reminded him of Miss Fox in certain ways.
And now she was outright refusing payment, which surprised him. Cynical and sarcastic she might be, but the woman clearly had some principles. "If you don't wish to be paid, then perhaps you can assist me in some other fashion."
A pause. "I promise I didn't mean that in the way that it possibly sounded." He adjusted his glasses and expertly pulled out a business card with his hand. "My name is Owen Burnett, and I represent Xanatos Enterprises. We've been expanding our operations throughout Rohandor since our arrival, and I was assigned to come here to determine if this would be an appropriate place to set up shop, as it were. You seem to know a great deal about this part of the world."
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Sept 25, 2017 8:44:00 GMT -5
When the tourist left an opening for her to offer her name, Megara continued to stare at him blandly and keep her mouth laxly shut. She didn't like handing her information out to strangers if she could help it. Besides, Meg was still too busy warily turning over what the man meant by "following her lead." He accepted her refusing to be paid for helping him, but then turned around and talked about helping him in another fashion.
Megara's gaze narrowed further. What, he thought since she'd helped him with the merchant for free she'd do more charity work? Meg stopped that thread of cynical thought. Not that she was totally convinced it was wrong, but maybe the tourist saw her as a semi-decent human being (a rare breed in Thebes) and was trying to get more advice before splitting up?
"I promise I didn't mean that in the way that it possibly sounded."
The Greek woman inclined a single brow sardonically, only thinking of the possible implications when the tourist apologized for them. Meg was coming closer and closer to just fleeing into the crowd to avoid more of a headache. He pulled out a small square of paper and passed it to her. Megara took it slowly but didn't look at it. At least he gave his name, now.
"Meg," she said cautiously, slipping in her name after he'd given his and before he continued. She didn't know what this organization or business he worked for was, exactly, but was amused he thought she could help him out. "The perks of being a native," she replied. "Street smarts, a bad attitude, total lack of patience," she listed off on her fingers. "All part of the package."
Megara's lazy smirk pursed into an expression of deliberation. "Look," she said in a tone of slight defeat, "I don't know what to tell you. If you think that the place you work for can make it somewhere as awful and rotten as Thebes, then go for it. Personally? I don't think it's worth the trouble." Meg turned and carried on through the crowd, hoping that that would be the end of it, but knowing in her gut that he'd follow.
Why did she always attract the weirdos?
Last Edit: Sept 25, 2017 8:53:51 GMT -5 by Te Fiti
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 27, 2017 20:10:26 GMT -5
Her name was Meg, it seemed. Possibly short for something, though Owen wasn't about to pry into that. "A pleasure," he said, somewhat automatically, as he listened to her next words.
And he got a rather good study as to what she was like as an individual. Bright, sardonic, but with just enough people skills to manage getting things done. "And yet a package that seems to do quite well around here," he noted dryly.
Hrm. He was starting to believe that Thebes might be a "bust", for lack of a better term, given Meg's wording, but another possibility was beginning to open up in his mind. This was a woman who had the smarts and tenacity to make it in any business or calling in life that she wanted to.
So what was she doing *here*, he thought, as he followed her. "Actually, I just considered something else," he admitted. "What's your current employment situation like?"
A meaningful pause. "We could use a woman like you at Xanatos Enterprises. We're ever growing in not just our expansions into Rohandor, but within our own borders. And to do that, my employer and I need people who can work in fast-paced, cutthroat environments."
He smirked. "You seem like just the type, frankly."
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Sept 28, 2017 10:19:29 GMT -5
Yep. True to predictions (and her luck, really) this Owen character wasn't giving up without a fight. She was beginning to understand why that merchant was so ready to punch him when she came along. Megara didn't ease her stride or the way she wove casually through the congested thoroughfare for his benefit, but he kept up without much issue. Which was a shame.
"This is a tough world," she said dismissively when Owen admired the traits she'd listed. "You've gotta be tougher." It wasn't some crazy formula, it was a coping mechanism; self-preservation; survival.
Megara was almost intrigued when Owen said he'd just thought of something. Almost. She snorted, not quite in derision, but close, and waited to hear what it was. His next sentence had her furrowing her brow and frowning in confusion. "My employment-?" she started to repeat, then she put one and two together and affected a look of heavy skepticism, but vague amusement at the thread he was pulling.
With his pitch, Megara couldn't help it. She started smirking. As if to emphasize Owen's phrases, in front of her a man pulled a dagger during a dispute and tackled the person he was arguing with. Meg stopped short to let them roll over the pavement across her track, then kept walking unabashed. "Flatterer," she said slyly, when he finished.
"Unfortunately you've caught me at a bad time." Sarcasm was leaking into her words but there was a kind of half-imagined regret there of unknown origin. "I'm drowning in work. You could say I'm pretty devoted to my boss," she said, thinking of Hercules and how she tried to help manage his affairs. Her next sentence sounded distinctly more ominous. "Then, to top it all off, my old one recently popped up with an offer I just couldn't refuse."
Meg felt her gut twist into a knot and flood with ice simultaneously at the mention of it. "But I have your card." She waved it, but another pick-pocket promptly snatched it out of her hand and bolted into the crowd, thinking it was some kind of currency, most likely. "Had it," she amended dryly.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 28, 2017 14:20:30 GMT -5
"Indeed. If you lack strength in this world, others will snuff you out," Owen observed, recalling something he'd heard once at one of those dreadful business seminars he'd had to attend back when he was employed by Cyberbiotics. Halcyon Renard really did believe, for the most part, in those ethics and lessons.
He listened to what she had to say next and, well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. But more than anyone who might have spoken to her, he understood the value and importance of loyalty. Renard might have been too set in his ways and obstinate to be a true home, but Owen and his better half had taken that lesson to heart going forward at least.
"Of course," he said, draining his voice of anything beyond neutrality. "I completely understand wanting to stay loyal to those you value." He was about to mention the card itself when it was stolen right out of her hand in broad daylight.
He was starting to see something in the wisdom of perhaps not setting up a business here, even as cutthroat as Mr. Xanatos could be in his dealings at times.
With practiced ease, he flipped another card out. "It's no trouble, really."
Something in her voice did strike him as odd when discussing her "old" boss with an offer she couldn't refuse, but prying would only encourage further walls going up, he imagined.
She would tell people she trusted, and right now he probably wasn't on that list.
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Oct 4, 2017 9:30:08 GMT -5
Now this was a surprise.
Meg wasn't used to people taking "no" for an answer. There was always a fight; insistence, bribes, anger, hollow promises. Owen, in particular, had shown a determination and insistence that was impressive even by Megara's experiences. She kind of wanted to watch him negotiate with a certain Lord of the Dead, in fact.
With those in mind, Meg was prepared for all manner of twists after she neatly declined his hints at a job. All manner except what actually happened next. Megara drew to a halt on the fringe of the foot traffic of the crowded street when Owen accept her answer without hesitation. She looked back at him, expression wary, waiting for the catch. It couldn't be that easy, right?
She was still busy searching his cool, crisp face for some sign of ulterior motive when he snatched another business card from his wallet and passed it to her. "... Thanks." Megara took the thing, ran a thumb over the embossed lettering and then slipped it into her bag. Originally she wanted nothing to do with Owen. Now she was starting to think he maybe wasn't as awful as most tourists... Or people.
Meg had been wrong before, though.
Maybe the card would come in handy later. She smiled blandly, struck by a thought. "Speaking of value, if you ever need a hero-type - you know, vanquishing monsters, saving the day, that kind of thing - you should look up Hercules." Megara gave a casual shrug. "You could say he's who I represent."
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Oct 10, 2017 11:00:43 GMT -5
She seemed surprised at his lack of pushing, although for him, that was hardly a surprise. Meg was a woman who'd clearly had a hard life in dealing with men, and he knew all too well how pushy and demanding they could be, especially when it came to pretty women who didn't cotton to the idea of being controlled. He was again reminded of Miss Fox.
One wondered what would occur if the two were to meet.
"It's no trouble," he said first. "I imagine that you're quite busy with your current endeavors." Now she was speaking of someone called Hercules. "*The* Hercules?" he questioned.
As Puck, he'd never gravitated much to the Greco-Roman side of things in his travels outside of some brief stop-overs. He'd known of Hercules (or Heracles, as he was sometimes called) through the stories of mortals, of course, but now it seemed with Rohandor's expansion, there was a version of him that was quite real.
And he was a hero for hire of sorts. Interesting. "We currently have a group of do-gooders of a sort in my part of the world, but the recommendation is certainly appreciated."
With that, he started to turn. "Good day to you, then. It was a pleasure."
I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Post by Megara on Oct 26, 2017 9:35:14 GMT -5
Megara smiled crookedly, and it was less dry, more thoughtful and genuine than normal. Because of course Wonder Boy's name was known even by this cool, collected, futuristic tourist. She rolled her eyes in an amused kind of way and made a note to mention this evidence of Hercules's renown to Phil next time she saw him. It would make the dumb goat's day.
Owen went on to explain that, where he was from, their quota for heroes was already full. "Fair enough," Meg conceded, still half-smiling. She'd turned down his offer, after all. It was only just that he did the same to her's. But he looked like he was willing to keep Hercules in mind going forward, just like Megara would keep the company Owen represented.
Their conversation soundly brought to a close, the blonde began to leave with a polite farewell. "Yeah, it... wasn't awful meeting you. Which is a first in this city." Megara smirked, hoping he caught her joke (she'd been told she had a deadpan delivery in the past). "Just be careful so long as you're in Thebes, will ya? Not everyone is as pleasant as I am."
Megara nodded to the foreigner, raised her hand in a simple gesture of goodbye, then drifted back into the crowd going the other way. Maybe she'd have a little more compassion with the next tourist that she encountered? Owen was proof they weren't all the cockroaches Meg had convinced herself they were.
[Megara Exit]
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