She Walks The Moonless Night [open]

[ghostbitchwitch]

Who: Hecate and YOU
What: She Wanders the night
Where: Anywhere in the city
When: February 2nd, the New Moon
Warnings:None

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[possemagnet]

After being openly taunted through portal feed by Crowley, Dean had gone out to find his childhood home in Lawrence, Kansas. He'd taken the impala there after dreaming her up the day prior and he wasn't ready to part with its squeaky doors or rattling AC system yet. It was parked in his Dad's driveway and he was seated on the porch spinning his flask between his palms. He'd already been inside and everything was a little too surreal for him to deal with or he'd have stayed there out of the cold.

[ghostbitchwitch]

Pausing at the odd sight of an Impala sitting in a driveway of an older home, Hecate looked at the young man sitting on the porch.

Greetings.

[possemagnet]

Dean stayed pretty still even after being addressed, like he couldn't decide how to react. In the end he settled for an arched brow and a minor raise of his hand, no words, they weren't coming to him right now.

[ghostbitchwitch]

I recall who you are, though the name still escapes me. Simple, calm. She stood on the sidewalk, blending into the night.

[rustigedraak]

Ladon had locked up the Apple for the night.

He'd had people coming and going from there often enough, but seeing as there were no jazz bands, no dancing, and no wild and crazy gaggles of teenagers hiding from their conservative and conflicted parents, the night life had been relatively dull in comparison to Nieve. He was lingering on his way back to house 15, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the fact that it still pissed off the general populace that he smoked in public, in the streets, blew smoke in others' faces.

Somehow, though, he could feel something coming, which made his skin-- scales-- skin-- on his back stand on end. He leaned against a streetlight, trying to look relaxed and impervious to whatever was drawing closer.

[ghostbitchwitch]

Eyebrows raised as she sees the young 'man' from her house, the one with a taste for carbonized food, reclining against a streetlight.

Ladon. I bid you greetings tonight.

[rustigedraak]

He blinked and looked up. Oh, so that's what he felt. He gave the goddess a respectful hat tug, bowing a little.

Evenin', ma'am.

[ghostbitchwitch]

Pleasant night, is it not? She nodded in response.

[truailligh]

Even if there wasn't anyone in Alea, it still gave her more comfort to be there than in the house she had a bed in and so Shirley had spent most of her night there, indulging in a glass or two of the good wine as she curled up with one of the books she'd found in the upstairs flat. She'd have to let Jarlaxle know that she'd found things from her own world she hadn't known about but then again, venturing into the upstairs had been almost traumatic as she'd half expected to see Cedric there, laughing and loud and scratching himself.

Basically being the loutish twin brother he always was.

But those thoughts were pushed away as she slipped out of the bar, mask and book tucked under an arm as she pulled the door shut, locking it before pressing her palm flat, thinking one word 'cosaint' hard in the direction of the building.

[ghostbitchwitch]

Hearing the whisper of magic in this city, Hecate walked on, following the threads of power until she saw a young woman, filled with magic and power.

Greetings. She thought, stopping in the street.

[truailligh]

It was pathetic really, that Promenade could make her jump at times just from the small things she still wasn't fully adjusted to and she had her free hand to her chest when she turned around again, willing it to slow down again as she looked at the other person.

Evening, she thought back, a relieved smile on her face that it wasn't something horrible or creepy. Exploring at night?

[ghostbitchwitch]

I enjoy the night, and thought it best to learn this place I have been dragged to.

Hecate had noted Shirley's reaction, and spoke in soothing tones.