--[closed! | incomplete] well hay there roomie! --backdated--

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Characters: Anathema Device ( thebooksaysso ) & Cassandra ( cassie_of_troy )
Setting/Location: Their caravan room
Date & Time: Er. Backdated to Day 9, early afternoonish?
Warnings: None!
Summary: So a former prophet meets the prophecy obsessed.

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[cassie_of_troy]

The last few days had certainly been overwhelming. Generally, Cassandra was good at dealing with overwhelming. After all, within the span of just a few weeks, she had seen the last of her brothers die, her city burn, her own self taken into captivity, her own murder, and her own sudden transport to an entirely different world where half of the people there thought she was a figment of mythology and the other half didn't have a clue in the world who or what Troy was. Still, all of that seemed like a distant memory, replaced now with a new fear: Apollo

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Hold on, she recognized that voice, didn't she? With a small frown, Anathema shoved her thoughts aside and rolled to the edge of her bunk, casting a glance down at the door. And not a moment later she quickly slide over to the ladder and dropped to the floor, attempted to smooth some of the wrinkles out of her skirt as she walked over.

"Ah, it's unlocked!" And with an absent wave of her hand it really was, and she shuffled over to open the door and peer out. "Yes?"

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra was already somewhat familiar with Anathema. At least, from what she understood, the woman was familiar with her legacy. And English? Cassandra still wasn't too skill at determining accents, but she sounded somewhat close to a few of the British people she had met in Rowan, so she'd work on that assumption. Not that it really meant anything to her. Still, she liked collecting bits of information whenever possible.

She regarded the woman for a moment, taking this, her first opportunity, to draw logical conclusions about her based on appearances. There were none. She was pretty. Not quite on par with Helen, but then again, who was? Her face indicated a certain measure of worry, but that could be chalked up to any number of things. Most importantly, on the surface at least, she appeared to be Human. That was comforting.

Politely, Cassandra cleared her throat. "I had a hard time finding it," she said carefully. "Anathema, is it? Cassandra."

[thebooksaysso]

So this was the new flatmate. In much the same way Cassandra studied her, Anathema gave the other a brief once over herself, comparing the woman before her to the stories she'd read so often as a child. She looked refreshingly normal. And their earlier conversations had already proved her to be one of the few on board with a fair amount of common sense; the day was looking up already.

"I was starting to think I might have said something to scare you away," she said, a bright smile crossing her face as she pulled the door open wide and motioned into the room. "Come on in, you probably want to get settled."

[cassie_of_troy]

Jumping to conclusions was a dangerous sport, but Cassandra thought she might actually have it in her to like this Anathema. She didn't seem to put on airs. It was a good start anyway. Nodding gratefully, Cassandra stepped into the room, bringing in the few possessions she had managed to scavenge over the last few days. It wasn't much; a cream chemise, blue bolt of fabric, and a pair of faux gold combs, pilfered from the Beast's costume selection, along with her clothing from Rowan and, most importantly, a somewhat borrowed bow with a quiver of arrows, which she wore on her back

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"However they manage, I'm not about to question it." The door was kicked shut, and, oddly enough, seemed to lock itself again as Anathema walked away. "Because I'm not entirely sure I'll like the answer if I do."

Her notebook was still on the ground, pages coming loose and stray papers splayed haphazardly across the floor. She collected everything together almost sheepishly and quickly tossed it back into the tattered satchel sitting by the vanity, looked around to make sure everything else still looked at least somewhat orderly. "And you're not intruding at all. It was starting to feel a bit awkward all on my own anyway."

[cassie_of_troy]

"I am glad to hear it," Cassandra said, setting down her things uncertainly in the middle of the floor. Whether or not Anathema minded her presence there, it was still her territory for now and Cassandra would do as she told her, put her things where Anathema said, and live by her rules. It wasn't so bad to be sharing space, really. Cassandra had always shared rooms with other girls before. But they had been of her world. Anathema was different and so the rules would have to be spelled out for her

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"Oh, here." Anathema walked back over and made as if to reach for Cassandra's things, only to stop short, hesitant. Just going and taking things would be rude, wouldn't it? "You can set your things on the vanity, if you like. Or the bed. Whichever you prefer." Just as soon as she cleaned her own items away, more notes and pens and even a few glittering stones being carefully shuffled around and moved to the side of the desk, to allow more room. At the question, Anathema only shook her head

[cassie_of_troy]

A soft little laugh escaped Cassandra's lips. It was not an especially merry sound. Indeed, there was no mirth to it whatsoever. It was hollow, more of a release than anything else. "Well remembered." Abandoning her things, Cassandra walked over to the bed and hesitated a moment before sitting down. She left a comfortable space between herself and Anathema, but turned her torso to face her. Cassandra had always observed that the position of one's torso truly determined their interests. If a man, for example, turned his head to look at a woman without turning his heart toward her as well, she was not truly in his interests

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No one remembered....? Anathema frowned again, though she didn't reply. It was hard enough worrying about what might have happened to everybody who hadn't made it to the caravan, but....to be forgotten altogether seemed to much worse. Anathema couldn't imagine what that must have felt like, and she felt a small twinge of sympathy for the other woman.

"....protect us?" But if there was anything to really grab her full attention, those next couple comments were one of them. "Protect us from who, exactly?"

[cassie_of_troy]

There were several ways this particular conversation could play out, and Cassandra had not yet figured Anathema out enough to know which one was most likely. She decided it was best to take things slow, to let Anathema lead as much as possible. After biting her lips together for a moment, she began slowly. "You said, over the network, that you knew of me. From...mythology, as they call it. Greek," the word was painful, "mythology. Before I answer, I should like to know what it is, precisely, you know or think you know about my story

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"It was one of the myths I read almost constantly when I was younger," she admitted sheepishly, a small half-smile quirking into place. It didn't stay for long, however, her expression falling again as she paused thoughtfully. How to go about this

[cassie_of_troy]

"A complete sod." There was a moment's pause, then Cassandra did the unthinkable. She started laughing. She supposed she sounded mad, but that was her calling card, after all. What Anathema had said, well, that had been the most poetic thing she had heard in a good many years. Cassandra offered Anathema one of her rare smiles. Much like her laugh, it was rusty, from years of neglect, but it was genuine, she hoped

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The laughter was indeed startling, but only for a moment. The fact it even seemed to be genuine was reassuring, and Anathema couldn't help smiling, or giving a small giggle herself, thought it faded away as Cassandra leaned closer, continued speaking. It was Anathema's turn to pause.

"....there's a god traveling on the caravan." ....meaning that the Mr. Apollo she had been talking to was really....

....oh dear. She tried to hide it, but a small grimace crossed her face. "The myths don't quite do him justice, then? That's comforting to know. I'll make a note to stay out of his way."

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra wanted to tell her that by virtue of sharing a room with her, Anathema was in a special, precarious position. She had honestly wished Anathema to be ugly. It might have kept Apollo at bay. Now, she had no idea what to expect from him. "I have no idea what to expect from him." Honesty stung, but it was the best course of action.

She pulled back for comfort's sake, relaxing. "A lot of the so-called myths leave out important details. I wouldn't trust them too far." And she left it at that.

"I want to know more about you. I feel as if I need to play catch up now. You know so much about me."

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Anathema nodded, the movement very slight, her gaze falling thoughtfully to the bed. Apollo would only be one more added to the list of pricks she would need to avoid, which was simple enough to do. Or at least, so she thought.

"I'm a witch." She may as well be blunt about it. "Nothing bad, and nothing especially fancy, but I am. I've dabbled on and off in the occult since I was a tiny thing, but....I suppose you could say my main area of interest is in prophecies."