Temple of Ariadne, Atlantis, Monday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

With such an interesting location just off the shores of Fandom, Emma and Jack had decided it required exploring. For Jack, student of Sebastien, it was a chance at cultural anthropolgy that even his vampire had not been old enough to see. For Emma, well, it was utterly fascinating, and she had discovered that the roasted snake on a stick was delicious and nothing at all like chicken. Besides, there was shopping.

And as with most things with Miss Frost, her impulses came down to 'food' and 'shiny.' And 'mine.'

Between Jack's Greek and Latin and Emma's telepathy and skill at charades, they'd managed to get the locals to suggest some other diversions, and so they'd ended up at the Temple of Ariadne. Fortune-teller, oracle, or madwoman, the citizens had differing opinions, but it had been heartily recommended and they thought it sounded like fun.

[OOC: for the other adventurer, WHO I MODDED.]

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[icecoldfrost]

<< I am not becoming a vampire to rule the undead and satisfy your kink, Jack, >> was the silent acid reply as Emma's unblinking eyes regarded the oracle.

"Clever children often hold grudges against the world," she replied mildly. "Mostly because the world persists in seeing us as children."

[bitten_notshy]

"And thinks we're too dim to know the difference between duty and love," Jack said, acid creeping into his voice. "I've been grown for quite some time, and so is she. Perhaps the young people of Atlantis are less mature."

To Emma, he added a sarcastic, <<You're opposing my clever plan, Miss Frost>>.

[bitten-npcs.livejournal.com]

"The Gods do not care about your ages; all are children in their eyes," she replied easily as some of the snakes slithered away. "I have told you what they were willing to reveal, that is all. It is up to you what you do with the Godspoken words."

"What shall pass, shall pass."

[bitten_notshy]

"Que sera, sera," Jack repeated, and let out a long breath. No point arguing with the woman about what he was almost convinced were all shadows in her head.

"I suppose this is where we thank you for your time and give you some gold as an offering, isn't it?"

[bitten-npcs.livejournal.com]

"It is generally not wise to ask favors of Gods, and not leave gifts in return," she agreed, watching them through hooded eyes that resembled those of her snakes. "Least they leave an offering for you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack reached into his satchel and pulled out a few coins, eyes on Emma as he placed them on an altar that seemed designated for such things.

He thanked the oracle and started to make his way back to the street. He was curious what Emma would have to say, but he wanted to wait until they had truer privacy than even telepathy could give them.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma reached into her purse and pulled out a few NYC transit tokens and added them to the pile before following Jack.

"Someone likes screwing with tourists," she said tightly, once they were down the steps and into the sunshine.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack reached over to fluff her hair lightly. "Chin up, at least you get to be a queen. I got stalking wolves and islands."

[icecoldfrost]

"A queen with a castle of cards and father-figures," she said sourly, but couldn't help the quirk of her lips when he fluffed her not dirty.

[bitten_notshy]

"Perhaps all castles are built of cards," Jack said, smiling a bit back at her. "Do you think she says the bit about anger to everyone who looks about our age? I can't imagine why the Gods would care."

[icecoldfrost]

"Do we care if her gods care?" Emma quipped, reaching out to lace her arm with his.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack pondered that.

"I can't think of a single good reason why we should." A pause. "I'm not going to worry about ... anything she said. It's all shadows."

[icecoldfrost]

"She was creepy," Emma stated firmly. "I didn't even want to peek into her brain, and so I shall forget about the entire thing."

"At least we got a nice walk in the sunshine for today."

[bitten_notshy]

"And a taste of local culture," Jack said firmly. (He wasn't worrying about wolves. That would be silly. Right.) "Shall we get some dinner before I deliver you to your glamorous cabin?"

[icecoldfrost]

And Emma wasn't picking at her thoughts about father-figures or castles or cards. At all.

"I'd like that," she decided, trying to banish the last wisps of prophecy by smiling at him. "Did you have something in mind?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack grinned back, setting aside any thoughts of claws in the darkness. "Oh, whatever strikes your fancy," he said airily. "Not snake meat, though, I';ve decided that much."

[icecoldfrost]

"But I hear it tastes like chicken!" she confided with a low laugh, eyes sparkling wickedly. "Perhaps we can find someone who is baking up fresh fish instead, or some salads."