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♥ Who: Megaera & you
♥ Where: Out and about
♥ When: December 5th through like, the 8th let's say.
♥ What: Arriving and settling in
♥ Rating: PG unless something goes exceptionally off the beaten path of expectation.

i. buddy system; Dec. 5th

[Megaera's first thought is that it is infinitely more graceful and relaxing to wake up on a slab of stone in a mysterious temple than it is to crawl indignantly out of the Pool of Styx. Her second thought is "Master Hades is going to be livid", but she hardly has time to worry about that, considering the strange metallic - well they look like Shades crafted by Daedalus himself but - robots, they tell her, milling around and handing her things and trying to explain themselves before she gets violent. Of course, her whip isn't with her when she awakens and it's a good ten minutes or so until she's satisfied the priests haven't taken it, but she's not helpless without a weapon.

It's slow going, almost half an hour before they convince her to leave and stop demanding answers about where she is and why, but eventually the priests calm her down enough to escort her out the door. They seemed infinitely relieved to hand her off to the nearest passerby.

"Here's your guide to Havenwell! It's dangerous to go alone, so be buddies!" The priest chimes quickly, before hauling shiny metal ass out of view so that Meg can't complain. Or worse, demand more answers.

You are now stood beside a tall, pale blue woman with a lot of facial piercings and one wing jutting from her right shoulder blade.]

Blood and darkness. [She puts one hand on her hip, turns to look you up and down in appraisal.] Please tell me this is some kind of joke.

ii. Diacht answer the aggressive blue lady challenge, failed immediately; Dec. 6th

[The temple of Diacht was mostly alien to Meg, but it was the only place she could feel even the tiniest thread of familiarity none the less. Between the metal-bodied natives, the complete lack of warring mortals, and the strange atmosphere of warmth and kindness, the faintest hint of a divine presence was sort of soothing. That's why she finds herself there again as soon as she's able. She stands before the altar, arms crossed, appearing fairly calm and contemplative.

Except...the way her yellow eyes burn, it could be reasonably assumed she's trying to figure out how best to kill the inanimate object. As though it has personally transgressed her. After a few minutes of tensely contemplating trying to break it in half, Meg turns away from the altar and stalks towards the exit of the temple. She's had enough of praying and talking to inert stone.

Unfortunately she's not accustomed to adjusting her path - typically people dive out of her way - and promptly walks smack into anyone between her and the door, looking half surprised and half irritated at the interruption.]

iii. wildcard day; any time after her arrival on the 5th up to the evening of the 8th

[Wildcard prompt! You can pm this journal, message me on discord @ rad shiba#3388, or contact me on plurk (

runebranded) to plot or you can just hit me with whatever! Meg should be wandering and looking at settling into an empty home, or standing in the temple of Diacht, trying in vain to contact literally any divine entity that will tell her how to proceed. She's also liable to start exploring soon after arrival, so anywhere is fair game.]

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[ Megaera's eyes narrow for a moment before she remembers that she doesn't have her whip and also that it's not her job to punish anyone for anything here. She doesn't have the right to expect to be held up as a Fury outside of her own world.

Besides, the way the shadows shimmer and reshape in this person's presence is distracting and raises little red flags in the back of her mind. So instead, she cocks an eyebrow and rests her hands on her hips. ]

Excuse us both. We saw each other coming, you could have moved aside, too.

[He shrugs. He could have. But she wasn't blameless either. Anyway, he had been a little too distracted. Something about her reminded him of the Underworld, though he couldn't pinpoint how or why.]

Who are you?

[Might as well just ask.]

[ Straight to the point, then. ]

Megaera, First of the Furies. Though I guess that hardly matters all the way out here.

[Aha. Well. She a lot prettier than the Megaera back home, though no doubt just as dangerous.]

No. It doesn't really matter here. Most here won't even be aware of the significance.

But you are, I take it.

[ It's less a question and almost an accusation. ]

In which case you have me at a disadvantage.

My father usually sends Alecto, but I know who you are. At least a version of you.

[His world's version, who leans more toward monster in her true appearance.]

Nico di Angelo, son of Hades.

[He doesn't expect her to know who he is. ]

[ Meg's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. There's a lot to unpack there. That in her world, this would mean he was guilty of a moral crime, that there were multiple versions of her across the different realities (which she kind of figured by the way the robot priests spoke of different worlds), and that there was a world in which she existed and Zagreus did not. And quite frankly she's a little mad about the last one. She's just drawing all the short straws lately. ]

Alecto's caseload is none of my business. You have nothing to fear from me. Especially here.

[ There. Start there, if only because it's the truth and she'd rather go in on more even ground - without preconceived vendettas. ]

The only son of Hades I've ever known was a colossal pain in my ass named Zagreus. All you have to worry about with me is not resembling him in anything more than title.

[He can't say he'd ever really been afraid of the Furies. He'd spent most of his youth believing Alecto was a lawyer working on behalf of his supposedly dead parents. Though he supposes his tune would change if Hades ever saw fit to send her after him on more than a fetch errand.

As for the other son of Hades...The name doesn't ring a bell.]

I've never met a Zagreus. But if he's a god, that would make sense. They don't usually involve themselves with us demigods unless they want something.

He's no god. [ The words come out fast and sharp. ] A godling at best. A nuisance, at most.

It's probably best if we assume our worlds are too different to compare, for all intents and purposes. The names may be the same but it sounds like the circumstances of our existences are nothing alike.

[A godling (was that like a minor god?) would make even more sense. He nods.]

Fair enough. [And a nice change from the usual trend of people wanting to harp on comparisons.]

I suppose you're new here. I think I would have seen you around before now.

[ Meg IS pretty hard to miss. ]

Just arrived yesterday.

[ She sighs a little, annoyed by the thought. She'd started to come to terms with the idea of staying pretty early on, but it was hard not to feel a bit of resentment from time to time. ]