No news travels faster than word of mouth. Evans knew about the Ancient of Time's arrival on the Earth not long after she had made it despite the seven hour difference in time zones. Getting to Rome was difficult, no doubt. But it was nothing so difficult that a professional con man and scammer couldn't handle. In fact, he'd gotten the guy whose identity he stole some unforeseen frequent flyer miles. Giving back to the community was obviously one of his priorities.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
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No news travels faster than word of mouth. Evans knew about the Ancient of Time's arrival on the Earth not long after she had made it despite the seven hour difference in time zones. Getting to Rome was difficult, no doubt. But it was nothing so difficult that a professional con man and scammer couldn't handle. In fact, he'd gotten the guy whose identity he stole some unforeseen frequent flyer miles. Giving back to the community was obviously one of his priorities.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
No news travels faster than word of mouth. Evans knew about the Ancient of Time's arrival on the Earth not long after she had made it despite the seven hour difference in time zones. Getting to Rome was difficult, no doubt. But it was nothing so difficult that a professional con man and scammer couldn't handle. In fact, he'd gotten the guy whose identity he stole some unforeseen frequent flyer miles. Giving back to the community was obviously one of his priorities.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
No news travels faster than word of mouth. Evans knew about the Ancient of Time's arrival on the Earth not long after she had made it despite the seven hour difference in time zones. Getting to Rome was difficult, no doubt. But it was nothing so difficult that a professional con man and scammer couldn't handle. In fact, he'd gotten the guy whose identity he stole some unforeseen frequent flyer miles. Giving back to the community was obviously one of his priorities.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
No news travels faster than word of mouth. Evans knew about the Ancient of Time's arrival on the Earth not long after she had made it despite the seven hour difference in time zones. Getting to Rome was difficult, no doubt. But it was nothing so difficult that a professional con man and scammer couldn't handle. In fact, he'd gotten the guy whose identity he stole some unforeseen frequent flyer miles. Giving back to the community was obviously one of his priorities.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
Italy was beautiful. Not only that, but it was full of gorgeous women and handsome men. The air felt different from Nola. He didn't know how well he was going to get along in a country full of people that ran the risk of not understanding the language he spoke, but he was excited to try. He had never been anywhere but Louisiana before. Not only had there never been a need, but he'd never had the urge. Home was home. He knew every street of New Orleans like he paved and populated it himself. In Rome, he was nobody. He knew nothing. But he was eager to change that.
He hadn't secured a place to lay his head for the night just yet, but he was working on it. Stealing a car from the airport had been easy. Getting a room for the night was another matter... He had some money, but if he didn't have to spend it, he didn't want to. If there was a way to scam to get to his ends, he was more than happy to chase it.
He hummed as he walked through the crowd, pickpocketing idly. It was quick work among the tourists. This lot was even more gullible than the old people in the Quarter. By the time he'd done one walkthrough, he was holding two wallets and a phone. Not only that, but they hadn't even noticed yet. From across the open space he could see his victims taking pictures and carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. A nice hotel was looking more attainable with every potential victim. Maybe he'd get one with a hot tub or something.
There was a lot going on with the humans in the place, but there was the unmistakable smell of something else. Evans couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about this blend of smells. They were strong and distinct. One was like a bag of charcoal and the other, sickly sweet candy. The smell of other claimants... Other godsends.
Her grinned idly to himself. He'd meant what he'd said to Destodai: the book would be hers. Her warning was just a warning, though, right? Surely there was no way she'd honestly be upset with him for socializing.
The redhead dropped the spent wallets as he walked around, following one distinct smell wherever it would lead him. Whatever this candy shop smell was... he felt like the title was just on the tip of his tongue. Taffy?
It was then that he felt the change. It was like the air shifted--or rather, there was a lack of it. The slowly mulling crowd of passersby that had gathered and grown around the edge of the historic Colosseum was frozen. Well, sort of. It was like everyone had decided to take a nap at the same time...
Evans didn't know what to make of it. He halted in his tracks, staring out at the strollers that had stopped moving and slumbering security guards. What the hell was this? The damn book again? No matter. It would just make for the easiest working day he's ever had.
The descendant of Life approached the brightly advertised gift shop, wondering if that liquorice person had stayed inside or come out of the back entrance. Evans knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were other Claimants in the Colosseum. As if he couldnt sense them already, he could smell them. Swirling smells that just layered on top of one another rather than mixing. Liquorice, flowers, and coal, and the smell of weed was starting to get a little strong, but he supposed that could be attributed to anything. The liquorice was a dead giveaway because no one was selling anything like it.
It was as if there was a target on the man's back that said 'Claimant'. Not only could Evans smell him across the room, but the white-haired man was also one of the only other people not immediately asleep.
Oh, Destodai would be so pleased when he reported in later.
"Oh, you must be like me,"
Evans began as he approached the man from behind, weaving through the few people that had collapsed where they stood. "But you smell like Dark. Well..."
he shrugged as he reached into the pants pocket of a man slumbering in his seat, pulling out all of the cash in his wallet and placing it back. "Looks like we're late to the party, huh, bèl? Echowix pulled a fast and slow one on us."
A slight dimple showed itself as he grinned. "You waiting for an invitation to go down there? All of the humans are sleeping."
bèl meaning handsome
The gift shop wasn't too far removed from the great, ancient attraction. The electricity in the air almost felt like adrenaline pumping through his veins. Destodai had never asked him to do anything so exciting. And he'd never been in a place to meet so many Claimants before. It felt like his first day of pre-school all over again.
"Do you smell them out here? The rest of us?"
He couldn't tell if he was asking his new companion or himself. In the few moments he'd been inside the gift shop, the first remnants of a storm began circling the skies like vultures. Evans's brows lowered--he could swear he saw not only one, but two women flying through the air. One seemed to be actually flying while the other looked like she was going to land on her neck somewhere. There was no arguing that those were fellow claimants. Had to be.
"Fuck,"
he mumbled under his breath. If that girl really did land wrong, she was probably dead. What could throw her that far, or that high into the air? And the other woman, she had to be flying. There was no other explanation. He watched the other woman approach the Colosseum and disappear inside it. Were they all after the same thing? Why else would they be in the same place at the same time?
He exited the gift shop as if in a trance, his eyes partially glued to the sky to see if there was a chance he'd spot that flying woman again. No such luck. But what he did get was a barrage of conflicting smells--all coming from the immediate vicinity of the once-great structure.
"Feels liike a high school reunion, damn near,"
he muttered to himself. "I'm real nervous, like I got performance anxiety."
Inside the old Flavian Amphitheatre was huge. Evans' jaw dropped. He'd always thought he saw the most romantic and magnificently old architecture in Nola, but he was wrong. He was taken aback by the beauty of the architecture before him. So amazed, in fact, that he froze in place for a moment to ogle it. He returned to his senses after a moment, raising his nose to the air and taking a deep breath. "I bet I look like a golden retriver."
But at least with that, he knew which direction to go. There were a few already in the Colosseum, up high. They could probably smell him, too, if that was how he was tracking them. But he didn't mind. He was confident in his ability to hold his own, but he wasn't too bent on fighting at the moment. He was more interested to find out who they all were and guaging their strengths first.
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