Streets of Fandom, Friday
For most of this week, Aphrodite had been going back and forth between town hall, her store, and now the library, where she knew the researchers were gathered. She never stayed long at anyplace; research wasn't her thing, there was no news at town hall, and the store seemed perfectly okay.
Until this morning. When it finally had completely disappeared. Only the walls of the labyrinth thingie remained.
This did not make for a happy goddess.
She'd put Herc back in his knapsack on her back, and traded her sling shot for a crossbow. Each arrow was small, but dipped into a love potion. If she couldn't zap these guys, maybe she could potion them into submission.
And now, it was time to put her plan into action. Putting on her best meta forDirty Harry expression, she cocked the crossbow.
"Come on, fellas. Make my day."
What was left of the island was probably giving a collective, 'oh, dear.'
(Expecting at least one, but more would be fun! There will be a Joxer imitation somewhere along the line . . .)
Until this morning. When it finally had completely disappeared. Only the walls of the labyrinth thingie remained.
This did not make for a happy goddess.
She'd put Herc back in his knapsack on her back, and traded her sling shot for a crossbow. Each arrow was small, but dipped into a love potion. If she couldn't zap these guys, maybe she could potion them into submission.
And now, it was time to put her plan into action. Putting on her best meta forDirty Harry expression, she cocked the crossbow.
"Come on, fellas. Make my day."
What was left of the island was probably giving a collective, 'oh, dear.'
(Expecting at least one, but more would be fun! There will be a Joxer imitation somewhere along the line . . .)