Lady Fortune (Open)

[Leta Raz Hades]

Today Leta was playing a slender, willowy, jet-haired girl, a youngster of about 13 years old; she had ebony locks that twirled and tangled to her apply like breasts and sweet, gentle jade eyes that sparkled with the joys and innocence only youth provided. She was dressed in colourful skirts, that swept low to the ground and trailed in the dirt and the mud, the skirts were patterned and rich purples and reds and trimmed with gold and silver ribbons and lace. At her hips she wore a thick brown belt, a little money purse there, and her raven hair was covered with similar scarves. Today she was playing a fortune child, a gypsy with a travelling band of men and women who told tricks and cons and tinkered in order to earn their way in the world.

The day was a grey one, it was cool in the air and a gentle flurry of a breeze kissed the cheeks of those who waited in line for stalls and rides and secrets to be revealed. Leta, or Khali as these people called her, was sat on a thick woollen blanket in the middle of a small circular tent; she sat with tarot cards at her feet and so many bracelets on her hands and her ankles she looked like an ornately decorated captive. People had come in to see her, to hear her tell them what they wanted to hear (which was surprising easily when you could read the surface of their thoughts) all morning and for now she was glad of a reprieve.

Standing, she uncurled herself from the floor, stretched up to touch the material ceiling before skipping out of the tent in the search of something sweet to eat. She waved to people who passed her by, in extremely good spirits. She liked this new disguise; it was freeing and had so many new possibilities. She had two other favourites; Danni, a busty red-head with a glamorously Celtic look about her and Johanna, an intelligent brunette whose wed young and whose devilish husband beats her half to death. These were the characters she played; she had lost her true self along time ago when the Gods had imprisoned it inside of her. Both her other costumes were of women in their early twenties, Khali was different, she was interesting and today Leta was Khali. Today she was enjoying the freedom of fun.

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[Anpu Thutmose]

Standing slowly the dust and sand fell off of his body. Leaving his tomb he slowly made his way through Shangri-la to the Pool of Visions. He often traveled here to keep an eye on the ones who worshiped him. "Interesting.." He said as he stood in front of the Pool of Visions. He had grown restless and wanted to visit earth. Long has it been since he mingled with the mortals. He had come across the sphinx in her disguise playing with the humans, playing them like it was a game. Slowly touching the vision with the tip of his finger a ripple went across the liquid, the vision vanished from the pool. In a instant the Anubis was gone from Shangri-La.


Appearing in the street not far from the sphinx in a disguise he would appear in the form of a handsome man in his 20's wearing a black suit. His hands in his pockets he looked around slowly before walking towards her. Walking up to her he smiled and spoke out to her. "Beautiful day isn't it." Standing next to her he watched as people passed by. If only they knew they were in the presence of a sphinx and a god. They would all be screaming and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Although the people of mexico were one of his favorites, they honored the dead every year. He could be found at that time of year in the ceremonies along with every one else honoring the dead.

Sadly that was not this time of year so every thing went back to normal for this city. "I have come to play some games. Interested?" He said to the young girl, making her a offer he knew she couldn't resist.

[Leta Raz Hades]

Her hands on her hips she paused to look up at the suited and booted man. He looked out of place here, in his black suit, in a world where colours roamed so freely. Splattered in an unorthodox chaos the colours and lights of the gypsy world seemed to sparkle and glow with enchanted life. Khali was part of that, an array of colours and silver bangles that adored her wrists and ankles. She looked like a Bollywood movie star, all dressed up like a pretty little doll. Still, she paused in her search for something sweet to quench her hunger and smiled at him, angelically as he said the magical words.

"I have come to play some games. Interested?" He said and Khali looked up at him with her large oval eyes, they sparkled like jades on milky white sands and for a moment she didn’t respond to him just gave him a truly innocent and childlike smile.

“I would love that, sire.” She whispered, eyes twinkling. Of course she knew who he was, even in his disguise, she knew he knew her and she knew he knew she knew him. They recognised each other and probably almost instantly. But he was a superior and Leta was still strapped to this world of mortality, still a servant, a sphinx locked out of the true heavens and without her place as true guardian. Still, she served in other-ways and found freedom in the games she played and the traps she set for the mortals.

“I believe every child loves a good game, is it not so?” Her voice laced with honey for a moment and her smile became a little darker for just a moment. Then, to the clack of her bangles she skipped a bright circle around him, playing the perfect part of a fourteen year old. She undressed one of the scarfs from her hair, a bright and passionate purple and looped it around his neck. “Now sir looks the part too-“ She teased him, full of the life of innocence.

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