"Ancient Greece is beautiful, no doubt about it. Too bad the city doesn't reflect the souls that reside here." The woman murmered as she stood on a long balcony, leaning against the white marble railing, standing to the side of the arch, one of many that framed the balcony. This building, almost a work of art, sat up high on one of the hills, looking down on the rolling valley that went down to the sparkling ocean. The woman, still young, around 18, studied this view with startling green eyes, framed by thick, dark brown lashes. Her skin was golden olive from the sun, and her hair chestnut curls, her tips slightly sun bleached. One of her shoulders was bare, the other covered by the white, silky cotton of her dress, which hung loose around her chest, and was fastened around the waist by a leather braid. Slung crookedly across from her left waist to her right hip was a longsword in a silver and gold sheath, a beautifully decorated home for a beautifuly deadly weapon. Her left leg was shown through the long slit in the skirt of her dress, which swirled at her ankles. Her sandals were leather, with long, thin straps that twined up her legs and fastened at the top of her calves. The sun shone down on the scene, illuminating the landscape.

It was good to be back, back in this place so many called "home".

(Me join?)

(Sure!)

(Thankies!)


Gayni lay behind a house wall, her eyes beginning to close. Her multicolored hair fell in tangles around her heart shaped face, her eyes were open just a slit. She was hurt. Thick black bruises covered her stomach, her arms were laced with deep red furrows, dripping inky blood on the cobblestone pavement. Her purple jumpsuit was ripped and torn, she wore no shoes and her left leg was bent at an odd angle, the white off bone visible among the red. Blood was splattered up the wall and around her. She tried to raise her head, but the magic within her was weak, and her.voice only managed to croak out a soft 'help ' before her head dropped back down and she began to.struggle to breath under the huge price of stone that had been placed precisely over her lungs.

The demi-goddess turned, and silently strode over to where the girl lay, hesitating when she saw the scene. She grasped the rock and, musckes tensing, lifted it off of her chest, tossing it off to the side with an impressive thud. She knelt next to the girl, legs pressing the grass, skirts spreading over the ground. "I'm no expert at medicine, but I'll try to help." She said, voice cool and steady. She pulled a knife from inside her tunic, and ripped a strip of cloth from a tattered sliver of the girls clothes. She lay the long knife beside the broken bone, and strapped it with the cloth, strapping her leg in a make-shift splint. She looked around, mentally searching through a list of gods and goddesses who owed her one.

Gayni felt the pressure lift away off her lungs and cool air rushed in, thank goodness for that because her lips were turning blue. She saw through her lashes the figure in white, strolling in her direction. And then she felt pain. Her leg was being touched, which caused some flashes of white pain, but then the person stretched it out, and the world turned red, and it was all she could do not to scream. She heard the woman's promise and looked up at her through wet lashes, sending her.a.silent thanks. Her breath was now coming in painful gasps caused by the broken ribs digging into her lungs. The piece of rock had smashed her ribs.

In a snap of air, and a whirl of dust, they appeared in a courtyard. "Asclepius!" The girl called almost harshly. A man appeared in long robes, holding a long staff with snakes winding up it. "How nice to see you." He began, until he saw the girl. He had cheery eyes and a curly beard and hair, and he looked middle aged. "She needs help." The demi-goddess said simply, and so the god knelt next to her, assessing the damage. He gestured towards a leather bag on a nearby table, and the woman swept over, grabbing the bag and depositing it at the mans side. He pulled out vials, pouring syrupy liquids on wounds and down her throat. He undid the splint and silently handed the girl the knife, which was decorated with a bone and pearl handle. She slipped it back into the folds of her dress, and folded her arms, as Asclepius stood, returning to a wooden chair he was perched on when the two arrived, placing his bag on the table. "She'll recover. Not everyone's so tough as you, Liss." She shook her head, "No ones called me that for years." The god chuckled. "Well then, welcome home."

Gayni felt a sudden drowsiness wash over her as the pain subsided and she could breathe
without the sharp stab of splintered bone. Her eyes started to close, but not before her always sharp mind told her that she was not where she originally was, and she was in the hands of strangers. She was, however, too tired to think, and her eyes closed as her chest rose with the even and rhythmic breathing of the.asleep.

Gayni felt a sudden drowsiness wash over her as the pain subsided and she could breathe
without the sharp stab of splintered bone. Her eyes started to close, but not before her always sharp mind told her that she was not where she originally was, and she was in the hands of strangers. She was, however, too tired to think, and her eyes closed as her chest rose with the even and rhythmic breathing of the.asleep.

The demi-goddess leaned against a marble pillar, pulling out her knife again and throwing it up in the air, seeing it twirl and catch the light beautifully before catching it balanced on her ring finger. She spun it around her fingers, watching the cobbled ground quietly.

Gayni turned in her sleep and her body jerked in pain as her ribs grated against each other. She gasped tightly and her eyes snapped open. Her eyes were a startling shade of violet. She sat up, about to ask where the hell she was and who these people were, but was interrupted by another sharp intake of breath. The pain flared up in her side as she fell back down. Her eyes were wide and scared.

Asclepius came over again, offering a vial. "It will heal the bone breaks." He said. "Trust me, its what I do." He added, leaning on his staff. The woman spoke up. "He's the god of medicine and healing. Asclepius." The god dipped his head.

She stared at the vial, then sat up.slowly and painfully, and held it in her hand. Her fingers suddenly gripped it so tight that her knuckles turned white.A god? Then you have more powers than genies, is that correct?

Bored. Uninterested. Why was life so damn boring sometimes? It was the one feeling that made him rediculously furious. He needed entertainment. Or, at the least someone interesting to hang around. The days his agenda was totaly clear of things to do, there was nothing to keep him from demolishing random objects. An.. Unfortunate result of the man having nothing to occupy his interest.

He walked with long, easy strides, being so tall he covered ground quickly and with little exertion. Boredom was a tepmorary thing though. Nothing he could not solve in a few minutes, given the right opportunities. He had a knack for changing things from droll to galvanized in seconds. He had been too rushed to leave his house that morning, and it showed with the fact that his hair was not spiked up like usual. It was a darkly glittering mop of black and electric blue that fell over his eyes, even though they were already covered up by the typical raven black sunglasses.

In a flash he stood ridgid, seeming to be staring into the distance at nothing in perticular. A sence that something far more interesting was happening hit him like a shock wave. He smiled just a tad, showing the tips of his just sharper than normal canines. Not a second later the street he had just been standing in was empty, seeming as if he had been a mere ghost. Just a shadow of an image. A rush of blue shaded, scentless smoke filled the few dozen yards around where he reappeared. He glanced around and found his direction had been a shade off. He was standeing a couple dozen yards from the gathered three. A sigh just escaped his lips, showing his annoyance at the extera few steps he had to take to be very near them.

Emerging from the smoke, he was not the kind of sight one might immagine steping from a cloud of smoke. The thought alone might bring thoughts of a guy in a suit, all magician-like. One thing he would (gladly) never be. He wore ebony leather for all articles of clothing save the black jeans A shining, briliantly polished chain served as his replacment to a belt and straps and buckles around his boots jangled softly with each step. Not that they had to. His movments were the definition of stealthy when he wished for such a thing. But he didn't care now. Not just now. Now he was about to stop being bored. Correction, he had already done that. Now, he planned to see what was happening that served as a distraction from his previous annoyance.


(hmm... I was going to put more... but the Monsta got tired I worked today. Making meh CASH! )

The demi-goddess gre still as a cool shiver raced down her spine. Her knife blade was perfectly balanced on her finger, but in a flash it was folded into her dress. She made her way around the edge of the courtyard, in the shade, and paused in an archway opening to the gods gardens, seeing lingering blue smoke. "Who goes?" She called, hands on the cool marble of the arch. The god in the courtyard nodded at the girl, raising his brows. "Presumably."

She sat up straight, pushing her rainbow hair out of her eyes.Maybe you can help me.Her eyes were scared but eager as her face lit up hopefully. She looked somewhat like an abused child that had been told that they were safe.

"Perhaps." He said, thinking. "Or maybe you don't." Said a new voice. The demi-goddess grew rigid, hidden from sight of the man who was lounging in one of the chair, hands clasped over his bare chest, wearing a dark cloak and pants. Asclepius sighed, "Is my home suddenly interesting?"

Her face didn't fall at all, as she was confident in the fact that this god or whoever he was would help her. Her head twitched in the direction of the new voice, and the genie's mouth dropped open. She had never seen such handsomeness. She closed her jaw with considerable effort, but continued to stare. Her eyes were wide and her breath was coming fast. As she stared, she vaguely realised that she was saying something uber intelligent, like Ah... um... er...

The genie cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed, and turned her head down, playing with a bright violet and gold strand of magic between her fingers. She looked up, still playing with the magic, and turned her head towards the demi goddess, asking her with her face what was going on. Each movement she made was quick, like a squirrel.

"What I'm more concerned about is if you're someone I need to slice open or if you can come in and watch peacefully." She said, voice quiet, cool and brisk. She then turned and glided out into the open courtyard. "I'm offended. You've been here for 3 days and still haven't visited me? Ouch." Said the new man. The demi-goddess raised a brow. "You'll live." Then she added, for the genie and this new Amos's sake, "this is Eros, god of lust, love and sex. Don't let him get to you." She walked to a long marble bench, sitting, her dress slipping to show her leg. Eros stood, stretching, his muscles tightening. "And I'm assuming that this poor girl doesn't know who you are." He winked at the genie, giving a dazzling smile. Asclepius sighed, as if bored of some repetitive process.

Gayni looked at the demi goddess and then back at The ultimately hot god, seeing him stretch and for a terrible moment she thought she would drool. When he smiled at her she went wobbly and nearly fell over.I don't mind...The words ran into each other like water with no pause in-between.

"Who I am is never significant. I do not play with others like you do, I don't use my gifts for my own selfish entertainment." She said, still cool and collected, almost bored. Eros laughed, "Oh is that so? You may want to rethink that, everybody can tell you love the thrill you get when using your 'gifts'. You release yourself, not like your cool and strong facade." She shivered at the way he described it. She never remembered the way she supposedly let go in the height of battle, and it was odd to have the others explain it, like they knew intimate details of her life that she didn't even see. "I don't go around starting anything though. I enjoy it when it comes to me. You enjoy toying with them, watching them worship your beauty." The last word was said slowly, her eyes were emotionless as she kept contact with his deep blue ones. He waved her words off, looking at Asclepius. "And how are you?" The older man just shook his head and walked into his house, saying something about refreshments.

Asclepius came back out with a wide tray, placing it on a marble table, the tray covered in fruits, bread, and cheeses, and goblets of cool, sweet water. He looked around, "if you would like, help yourself." He said, looking to where Amos was as well, despite not really knowing him.