The male checked out of the sleazy motel room, handing the key to the lady behind the counter and walking away with out a single word. He had already paid for the room in full, and had nothing to say. He walked down the streets of Lethbridge, hands stuffed in his cargo pockets of his black military style pants. A black leather vest clung to his torso, revealing his muscles and bare arms. No shoes where upon his feet. A single leather bag hung from the left side of his hip, six marble sized spheres hidden with in. He looked up, glancing around then jogged across the street.
He paused, looking at a bar and smiled at an old memory and nodded his head. Then he walked on, having no use for alcohol or really liking the substance that much. He sighed, dropping his head down and watching the pavement before him as he walked in silence, his dirty blonde hair swaying around his shoulders. His solid gold hues with no whites and no pupils simply stared at his feet as he walked, not catching anybodies' eye.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 4, 2012 23:31:27 GMT -5
Well, it seemed Stilia had been caught by yet another tourist attraction. She had to admit, she was slightly obsessed with them, and every time she heard the name of an interesting landmark, she had to go seeking for it. One day she would probably find herself parading across the world to see some sort of useless contraption, man-made or natural. Not that she minded, at least not too much. It was, after all, the only plan she really had.
So she had ‘paraded’ to Canada, a place she would have otherwise never set foot in. There were awful rumours about the coldness there, and she had heard several Americans claim that these Canadians lived in igloos. She absolutely hated the cold, but once she heard enough about these ‘Canadian Rockies’, her curiosity had been picked. She had flown over, not on a plane but merely with her abilities, all the way to Alberta. She didn’t want to stay in some tiny town, actually wishing for some sights to see other than the large mountains, so she had settled on Lethbridge. The town was quite large, and was close to the Rockies. It seemed ideal.
She had to admit. The weather seemed fairly alright. There were no giant snowstorms, at least. And the town had large, normal buildings, and a delightful lack of iced dome homes. She had already settled on a very normal looking form; nice normal brown hair, brown eyes, and an overall average height of 5’5, a very unremarkable and absolute normal look. She was equipped only with a backpack, overstuffed with belongings. She had to pack light, after all.
As she entered the town, her eyes scanned various signs, trying to find a nice cheap place to stay. She had been running a little short on cash lately, and figured she had to make it last as long as possible. Maybe, after seeing the Rockies, she would go South and settle for a bit. Get a job, restock, before taking flight again to see another exotic place.
The male continued walking and suddenly looked up. His nostrils flared, sniffing the air and his golden eyes flashed. Somebody...not human...was nearby. But he couldn't place the scent at all. It was leathery...like a section of zoo where the reptiles where kept. He turned, looking around and trying to spot the supernatural. He narrowed his eyes, and slipped in to a building. It was luckily empty, and he slipped in to the shadow, his left hand dropping down in to the leather bag upon his side, fingers wrapping around a marble sized metallic sphere.
He stood ready, waiting for who ever it was, one yes watching out the door just in case. Whoever it was could probably sense him just as easy as he could them.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 0:06:49 GMT -5
Her eyes were reading a sign. It was one of those Super 8 places, advertising their vacancy and prices (Well, their ‘As low as!’ prices, which Stilia planned on going with) for all to see. She was grumbling about the excess price, when an overwhelming smell hit her sensitive nose. It could only be described as, well… everything. She instantly knew what it was, a shapeshifter.
Not all shapeshifters smelt like that. Those who could only shift into other similar people, like with the power she had acquired, smelt more like regular people. They smelt like crowds, to be precise. But those who could shift into a wide variety of things tended to smell like everything they had ever become. It was quite an odd, and unique scent. It tickled her nose, actually. She even sneezed because of it.
She wondered if she should ignore the scent. It was so hard to tell, with other supernaturals. Some were randomly aggressive (like a certain demon she had met way too many times for her liking), while others merely ignored you if you extended the same courtesy. It would be stupid to go search for them, especially since they could currently be in the form of a chair or something, and if there was one thing Stilia wasn’t, it was stupid. Well, she was sometimes, but that was beside the point.
Her senses were on high alert, and she kept looking, watching out while trying to remain casual enough that she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.
The male slowly released the sphere, and it dropped back in to his bag. He had spotted the supernatural. He still didn't know WHAT she was, but know he had a mild who. A female, wearing a backpack. So she wasn't out to kill him specifically. That was a good sign. He closed the small bag and stepped from the building and began walking towards the female slowly. He was cautious, but he was also ever the curious person as well.
Approaching the female, he smiled revealing his four sharpened canines upon his upper and lower jaws and nodded. "Evening, Ma'am. Anything I can help you with? I couldn't help but noticing you where looking at that sign there as if it had just slit your throat and bleed you dry." He chuckled, showing he was joking and not meaning a word he said seriously. He leveled his solid gold hues upon her, looking her up and down. Not a demon, not an angel. Those where obvious. No tell tale mark of an elemental. What was she? A mermaid, as he had met once before? Highly doubtful this far from water.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 0:30:39 GMT -5
She kept scanning the crowd, but there were too many people. She was having troubles placing the scent, but she knew it was getting stronger. At an increasing pace, and her eyes scanned around her more and more frequently. There were too many people, and she did not have the experience to do this sort of thing yet. Would she be safe in a crowd? Most were less likely to attack with too many humans around, although some made exceptions.
A sudden voice caused her to turn around quickly, to spot a male standing there, his sharp teeth exposed, probably purposely. She couldn't help but sneeze again before regarding the stranger with a suspicious gaze. "Not many people come up to a single stranger to offer their assistance, especially when there is a whole crowd of them," She commented, but tried to refrain from using a harsh voice. Stilia's ultimate motive was always curiosity. It was definably what was going to lead her to her death. "So it makes me wonder as to why you have."
Her brown eyes scanned the shapeshifter. What could he possibly want with her? Lead her away so he could engage in a fight? Or was he so desperately lonely that he had to approach another supernatural? Or maybe it was mere curiosity. Stilia's self-preservation made her assume the worst though, just in case.
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The male rolled his eyes slightly and looked from her to the sign she had been examining, then back to her and squinted. "You need a room, Ma'am?" He raised and eyebrow questioningly. "Well, you have two options. One, I could pull a favor OR I could get you some money real fast. Which would you prefer. Before you say anything, neither are a burden upon myself. I promise." He glanced around, grinning and spotting a worth while victim across the street and marked them in his mind before devoting his attention back to the female before him.
He chuckled, simply assuming what was going through her mind. "No, I have no intentions of harming you. Neither am I desperate for friendship for I am usually a loner. Instead, I so really meet another..." he paused, hunting for the right word in this crowded aread, "kindred spirit that isn't trying to rip my head off instantly that I like to do my best to help them out. So, what shall it be Ma'am?"
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 0:54:31 GMT -5
Why in the world did this man want to be extremely helpful? Offering her exactly what she needed, and already trying to push off the ‘I don’t want to be a bother’ excuse she had been debating on using. She sure as hell didn’t care if she was a bother, but she didn’t want this man doing her any favours either. Instead of beating around the bush, like she had been debating, she cut straight to the chase. “A favour? And what in the world is that going to cost me? More than it is worth, probably.”
She widened her eyes slightly when he answered her every thought. Was she merely that predictable? But it was odd that he answered her internal questions in the exact same order that she had thought of them. Maybe he was one of those mind-readers she had heard about? She had yet to meet one, and wondered if this stranger was one. “Do many people try to rip off your head? Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not one who fights for the mere sake of it,” She told him. Her mind was still thinking over his offer. She was curious, yes, but the mere fact that he had offered a bribe had sent her suspicions even higher than they already were.
He sighed and shook his head. His fingers wiggled slightly beside his leg and he pointed at an open door way. "Not a favor from you, but as you seem disinclined towards the notion, let us step in there momentarily and I will get you the money you need." He turned and walked the short distance to the door way of the run down, piece of garbage house that he had pointed at intentionally. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was following and answered her other questions. "And yes, you would be surprised at how many people attempt to rip my head from my shoulders. But I see no need in elaborating about that, or spending my life cowering in fear because of it."
He chuckled, stepping through the door way and in to the dark interior of the ramshackle house. He glanced around, rubbing his hand together and whispering as he saw exactly what he needed. Tons of scrap metal, from everything from toasters to old metal candlesticks. "Perfect, alright...here we go." He held his hands out, and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly a cracking filled the air, and two candle sticks and a chunk of metal that looked like some sort of paper weight suddenly burst in to clouds of dust. The dust swirled through the air, flowing around Caguuror and began to reform in to his hands in the shape of two bars of metal. As the bars finally finished forming, the suddenly went from dull metal to gleaming gold as the male changed their element to pure gold. Turning, he held the two bars of gold out to the female chuckling. "And here is your money. Not stolen, not anything done illegal. Perfectly legitimate. No you may buy a room, and of much better quality that that sleaze hole I you where going to get. Trust me...I stayed there one night. Nasty...bug bites all over me from the bed bugs."
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 1:26:17 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his pointed finger, and followed him as he set himself off towards the pointed opening. She hesitated a moment, observing where he wanted to go. It was open, yes, but it also looked currently abandoned and empty. Really, a coin flip, fifty-fifty in it’s advantages and disadvantages. Still, on such an even gamble, her curiosity did take over, and she warily set herself to following him, her hand near her concealed dagger.
She sniffed the dusty air and surveyed their surroundings as she followed him inside. She made sure to stay close to the door, merely standing, watching and waiting. She jumped slightly at the crack in the air, her hand instantly flying to her weapon. But she ceased the movement when nothing happened except for a multiplication in the amount of dust. She wrinkled her nose, trying not to sneeze yet again.
He did some sort of… alchemy, for the plain metal had become gold. It made her think of a hundred different stories on human lore she had read back at her nest, and she stared at the gold bars in wonder. He seemed to be chuckling at her surprise, and she hesitantly reached out to take them. She wondered if they were some sort of fakes.
Her eyes turned back from the golden bars to him, and she furrowed her brow. “Gold? You are just handing me gold? There must be some sort of catch involved.” She said, untrusting. What sort of stranger hands out gold bars for leaving him alone?
She still planned on staying there anyways, even if it was filled with mites and bugs. She merely figured that she should expand the money as far out as she could.
He simply shrugged his shoulders. "No catch. None what so ever. What would I need with it. I have everything I need, and the few times I have to pay for something, well I just do that...only I usually make coins out of it, but you seemed to be in more need of it then I do so I simply gave you a good deal of money." He smiled and nodded at her. "Now, you can pay for anything you need at all for a while. Those bars should be worth at least several thousand dollars together." He sighed, looking past her and in to the street.
"So...may I ask who and what you are? I know you are supernatural, but I have clearly never meet whatever you are before, because I can't seem to place your scent. Reptilian of some sort, is the best I can come up with." He frowned, tilting his head. "Also, what would a reptile based supernatural being be doing so far up here in the cold weather in the middle of no where, if you don't mind me asking."
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 12:16:26 GMT -5
Thousands of dollars, in her hands. No catch. What sort of trick was this? She wondered if it was a joke, because she wasn’t really getting it. Maybe he merely enjoyed handing out money to strangers? Like the old man in fairy tales who always gave out exactly what the hero needed most before setting off on their journey. It was odd, to put it in light words.
His next words enlightened her thoughts slightly. He wanted to know who she was. She was slightly surprised that he had not at least gambled a placement on her race if he could tell she was reptilian. But she supposed he, like many, didn’t really know of her race. In her short time wandering the world, she had soon found out that most of her species was reclusive, living in their nests and never venturing into the outside world. She herself had only come across a single Gorgon, outside of her own nest. It had been a strange experience, but that one meeting had just added wood to Stilia’s flame of curiosity.
She mulled over if she should tell the truth or not. For thousands of dollars, she figured she might as well. There was not much point in lying anyways, since he’d eventually figure it out. “I am Stilia,” She began. “I am from a race of Gorgons. And I came to this cold town in search of those mountains, those Canadian Rockies.”
He smiled. "A gorgon huh? Never had the pleasure of meeting any of you before. Does explain your smell after all, but are you exactly like the gorgons from mythology? Medusa and all that? You know..." He held his head above his head, making his fingers wiggle. "Snakey hair, stone gaze, all that? I find that most things are blow out of proportions from the reality." He chuckled, looking towards the mountains. "And you are wanting to go there huh? Well, if you want I could escort you. Make sure you are not....how should I say it...way laid by some over zealous men upon the way. After all..." He looked her up and down, "you are not exactly ugly."
He chuckled stepping back outside and walking towards the motel she had been attempting to gain access and leaned close, whispering to the guy behind the counter and nodded towards her. The guy looked at Cag like he was an idiot, his eyes narrowing then huffed and began to pull a piece of paper out and began to fill it out angrily. "There you go. The best room he has....with no bugs."
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 5, 2012 13:12:30 GMT -5
She found his questions amusing. She had dealt with similar questions before, but the majority of those who asked upon the details of her race did not wiggle their fingers as a sort of emphasis. He left before she could answer though, making it obvious that he wished for her to follow once more. She wondered if she should ditch him right there and then, but decided against it. Maybe she could learn how n the world he made his own gold. It would be a useful trick or spell or whatever it was, especially for her journey.
As they walked, she talked. “It depends, really. There are different kinds of our race out there. I am of the Medusa line, so yes, those of my kind possess a ‘stoney gaze’ and ‘snakey hair’, as you put it ever so crudely. Although not stone in a literal sense, we merely freeze them.”
She could easily hold her own against horny men, and it was merely a simple task to make herself uglier. She sighed slightly though. This form had been meant to be unremarkable, not to attract the attention of rapists. Apparently she had yet to learn the human conception of beauty. Or at least she had to receive a better understanding of it. But she also had her ‘stoney gaze’, as he put it, and her weapons.
She was surprised when he walked into the motel, and after some hassling came over to her to hand her a key. She took it wearily. Would it be safe to sleep in a room when he knew which one she would be in, and it seemed he could easily just acquire a spare key. She held it in her hand gingerly, looking at the stranger with a frown. “Did you not say you could get me money or a room?” She questioned. “You had put emphasis on your ‘or’. So why the sudden change of heart?”
He listened to her words about her race and special abilities and smiled. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you with my rather blunt questions. I am just a pretty straight forward guy, and like to help out. Sorry if it seemed creepy at all." He smiled and nodded at her then stepped away chuckling. "Well, if you want to go up and get...well...." He waved up and down her, "whatever you do to clean up whether it be shower or simply...warm up because you don't like the cold very much?" He smiled warmly. "See, I do care, and I do listen." He sighed and turned away, seating himself upon the a bench to await her return.
As he sat, he thought about the mountains they he was going to take her up in to. There where rumors of creatures that lived there that where extremely dangerous. Supposedly there where wyverns and wendigos living deep in those mountains. Both of which would happily devour you for lunch with out a second though. He sighed, closing his eyes and resting his chin upon his hand as he waited patiently thinking about what he should do and where he should take her. He felt sorta responsible for her now and would try his best to keep her safe.
