a visit to .e.a.r.t.h.

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery smirked. “Antoinette’s here, then, hm?” He chuckled at the thought. “She’s such a fiery one, isn’t she?” he turned his attention back to Jinx. Sort of like our friend here. But as you can see, with a pinch of surprise and a sprinkle of unexpected, fiery people prove themselves to be hiding behind that fire, don’t they?” He approached Jinx, knowing that she knew now that she couldn’t harm him, and reached out with his right hand towards her shoulder and gently touching it with a light, friendly squeeze. “She has potential, I think. Also, she proves that there is hope left on Earth.” He turned his gaze back to Locutus and smiled mischievously. “Now, you can expect the others to come when they find out.” He nodded slowly. “Each being on this planet is only capable of serving one God at a time as their chief, too, so I advise finding some worshipers, my friend, Locutus.”

He turned his eyes back to rest on Jinx and smiled kindly at her. “I’m sure you’ve seen quite enough to startle you, but you’ve got one more thing that you must see. For your own good.” No sooner had he finished his sentence than Jinx was plummeting through the air from around two miles above ground, a massive city sprawling below her and growing bigger. Then Forgery was there, holding her from falling, just standing on the air like it was solid, holding her from falling. “Listen to me. Collect yourself, Jinx. Look below you. You see that? That’s Tokyo. Tokyo, Japan. You seem to have gotten lucky at birth and somehow been granted with powers, so you must know what rules apply to you. If Tokyo is ever destroyed…” he paused for effect as he stared straight through her eyes. “…then you, Jinx Swittch, will lose your power. You will essentially become another Human. You weren’t special before, but now you see the face of the Gods and learn much. You have become special, Jinx, and I want you to succeed. I will not demand your worship, as most Gods would. I am a God of free-will. You should choose your God based on your beliefs and passions. Take another good look and remember, it must not fall. He smiled once more and suddenly she was standing on solid ground, exactly where she had been before being transferred to the air above Japan. He released his hold on her and took a step back, watching to see what she would do.

word count:; 421
music:; Monster by Skillet
mood:; apathetic (lol)
notes:; He should probably stop before he scares her literally to death. >.< Sorry, Jinx, you poor girl.[/size]

[Fey-Lynn]

Who would have thought the world could be such a small place? Well Fey had now. She'd been around less then 25% of a century, which in itself was 10% of a millenia, which again was less then 50% of merely the current calender! The numbers weren't a big thing for Fey but she did like intricate tangents of small thoughts. The conclusion of this one being in such a small time she'd seen a respectable amount of the world even if much of it was the trip between locations she was familiar with. England had been nice but she found herself in America now, without considering it strange the speed she'd made the transition.

The Elemental's long fingers danced gracefully about a deck of cards with a sporadic flicking as she shuffled them and then revealed to the others at the table their destination upon its surface.
"Name's Megan" She said with no trace of her accent and a sly look with eyes darting to make contact with everyone, make them all feel present at that juncture. "The magnificent to some, but I think that's a bit tacked on right?" She joked denouncing the title she'd made herself, only she had the knowledge no one else had used the title for her.

"You there, good looking" Fey pointed to a man shaking his head and yammering to some others. Suspend the most vocal disbelief. "Feel free to look through and confirm the deck's legit" Her head nodded in approval as he hesitated.

The conclusion was obvious, why would she hand him a staged deck?

Once she took hold of it she decided quite verbally that she wanted it to be in complete order, in a wave of her arm the deck flipped onto the table and revealed it to be sorted by suit and series in alternating red and black. A finger on the edge of the end easily flew across the table flipping the deck face down and gathering them up to hand them back to the man who found it again to be out of order and missing all the royal cards.
"Miss" She said in a stern voice after leaving time for the situation to settle "Please give the cards in your pocket back, it's not well to disrupt the trick." The girl was taken aback to find the cards she never touched in her pocket and bashfully handed them to the man.

It was just a quick trick to end the night but the crowd seemed to like it and put a good bit of change in the top hat she'd left on the table.

Praying wasn't really her style, she didn't beseech some power to aid her for these small things, what she did was respect the nature of deceit with her actions, tributes if you please. Religion was rubbish, this was different, it was more an idol, perhaps even a creed, but not something she was told to do or instructed in, something she felt and thus sought out.

Lifting her head the sight kindled a slight spark in her expression, she actually truly appreciated the look and feel of her car, something remarkable coming from a person that wasn't a fan of vehicles at all. She'd learned up quite some just so she could offer this one vessel her respect. That and upwards of 60 grand was quite some money to waste in unlearned hands.

"Oh bother, there's a rumbly in my tumbly." She laughed quoting Pooh Bear with the English back in her words as she climbed into the Delorean through it's trademark doors. It was almost an ironic appreciation she held for children's media. Held dear in contrast to her nature, or perhaps camouflage to it at times. Besides that she had the option to like and dislike anything under the sun in anyone's eyes. What she truly liked at any given time was for her alone.

Beginning to drive away she pulled of the black wig and adjusted her make up, it was troublesome to always look so distinct.

[Jinx Swittch]

So far, Jinx thought it was safe to say that her day so far really fucking sucked. And to think it all started when she spotted this piece of work and thought she knew him. Come to think of it, she still had that feeling!
First, this man transforms from an asian guy to someone who looked as if they had just crawled out from under the dirt. Then he started going off about some religious nonscence. THEN he askes her to kill him, which she didn't really mind. She did, however, mind the whole coming-back-to-life part. That scared the shit out of her. And along comes Rover from out of no where, TALKING. So much has happened all at once, she's surprised her mind hasn't shut down yet.
Forgery spoke to the wolf after the animal mentioned someone by the name of Antoinette. Who was that? Well, whoever she was, Forgery knew her. Calling her a fiery spirit. He placed a single hand on her shoulder and gave it a light sqeeze, saying she has potential. Hmph. Well, that was something she never heard anyone say to hear before. No one ever believe she could do much of anything, being insane and all. She was seen as an outcast in society. That's all she ever knew. And now here before her stands a God...and a talking wolf...who says she's got a chance.

As if Forgery hadn't scared her enough, he tells her he had to show her something despite the fact it may terrify her. Great. Just great. Next thing she knew both her and Forgery where up in the air, miles from the ground. If there's one thing she hated more than people who called her crazy was heights. She hated heights! She held onto him tightly and looked down at the city below. He explained to her that the city she sees was the city of Tokyo. Her 'holy city'. If Tokyo were to be destoryed, she would be human again, losing her power.
Jinx was back on the ground, standing ever so still. So many thoughts were running through her head. So many questions. Well, she was standing before a God. What better time to ask?
"Before I give you any answers...I do have one question." She took a deep breath. "Why reveal yourself now? Not just you, but whatever other God or Goddesses decided to make themselves known this time. Why now? Where were you people when I actually believed in you? I heard from so many religious fucks that the Gods and Goddesses love us and want to help us. Why didn't you help me WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!" She screamed at the last part, hot tears running down her face. "Did I deserve what happened to me as a child? Didn't I deserve a loving family? Huh? What the fuck did I ever do to deserve any of that torment?! I went through hell every single day when I was a child and every night I prayed for someone to help me. But I got NOTHING. All I got in return was silence. It was because of that....monster....that I'm so fucked up! So please, tell me why I deserved to go though all that shit. Tell me why I was never helped!" Jinx felt both sadness and rage. Now that she finally had an actual God in front of her, she had to get that off her chest. She could only hope he had the answer she was looking for.

Word Count: 596
Mood: Angry
Music: Breakdown by Seether
Notes: Haha, I'll be okay.

[Locutus Ferox]

"Wouldn't hurt a kitten."The wolf answered in it's deep rumbly voice."Sort of like our friend here. But as you can see, with a pinch of surprise and a sprinkle of unexpected, fiery people prove themselves to be hiding behind that fire, don’t they?" Forgery asked."Depends on the fire."came the simple reply. He made no comment to what Forgery said next, between not having anything to say for it, and not having the time. A few moments later the two of them were off having their own fun, the wolf simply chuckling."Hope she's not afraid of the dark."

The wolf trotted down the road for only a few short moments, but being a god he often didn't need to do much to cross vast distances. He found himself near a decent sized town, another wrinkle coming to his nose as he looked around the city. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the Delorean. He sat down in the middle of the road and waited. He didn't seem to mind that he was in the way of any traffic that might come through, but then again... What could they do to him? The wolf watched the Delorean as it moved, a brow raising as he found himself actually somewhat impressed at the humans new mode of transportation.

The driver was a woman, he didn't need to see her to know that much. The acrid smell of the emissions that the car put into the air couldn't hide the scent of a female, no matter what race they might be. "Such an elegant machine... if only it didn't polute," He commented idly as he waited. Then he noticed the woman do something he did not expect. She pulled off her hair, making him blink. Humans were becoming stranger as time went on....

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery listened to this girl with satisfaction. He had succeeded. For a moment he was afraid he'd gone too far, but her reaction proved otherwise. She sounded rather rational at first. She took a breath but then about four sentences in, she seemed to have lost it. So much for one question. He listened carefully as she sounded off questions to him, so he wouldn't forget to answer one of them.

Then she started screaming.

And crying.

He threw that strategy out of the window.
He could easily tap into this girl's mind and know everything there was to know about her, but that took the sport out of it all. Instead he shed a single tear of his own. He screamed. It wasn't a standard scream. It was more like an eruption. His mouth opened massively wide and his face flickered between it's true appearance and his assumed one. Finally, though, it stopped flickering and his true self was exposed again. By that time, his bellowing was loud enough to hurt most Humans' ears. It was a scream of pure agony. The sound of someone who has just watched their entire family and all their friends killed before their own eyes. His head was pitched back, so he faced the sky and he fell to his knees. His hands rushed to his head and his fingernails were shoved against his flesh in a show of extreme pain. His back arched violently, looking like it would snap and his veins throbbed on his face and neck.

He screamed for a full sixteen seconds before he finally closed his mouth, ending the sound and slowly he lowered his head to look back at Jinx with tears flowing freely down his face, dripping salty anguish off of his chin onto his lap. He held out his arms to her as an infant who needs their mother's embrace, his face still holding an expression of suffering. He sniffed sadly and opened his mouth hesitantly to speak; when he did, it was a soft voice that sounded similar to that of the voice of those who had just finished weeping for a long period of time.

"I told you before, Jinx, we're not omniscient. We're omnipotent as far as mortals are concerned and you can't kill us, but we don't see all. I can read your mind to see what your entire past is, but then I'd probably find the answer you wanted to hear hidden inside your head. They gave up hope as mortals did, Jinx. The mortals have become unfaithful to us. They do not believe in us. We gave up on all of you, too. Almost. I have come because I think there is slight hope yet amongst those who walk this planet. People like yourself, Jinx. You... you've become a beacon. You have shown that there is hope left on this planet. More Gods and Goddesses will likely start to come as soon as they hear. You have given all of us hope."

He then moved his head backwards and looked her dead in the eye with his awe-full face. "If you had not gone what you went through, you would not be what you are today or be where you are right now. You wouldn't have been the beacon that you've become and you wouldn't have been the one to find out the truth behind all this. You are crucial. You are unique... and now... you will find the love that you obviously haven't gotten. If you want it."

He raised an eyebrow questioningly as another tear silently made it's way down his suddenly tired-looking face and clinging onto the edge of his jawline before plummeting downwards like a metaphor to the present situation.

word count:; 625
mood:; hungry
music:; Deify by Disturbed
notes:; Yay for surprises! XP[/size]

[Fey-Lynn]

Just after the car had began to stir into life it ran down into a dull idle rumble and then again to a sudden stop and the swish of her door opening.
Fey outstretched a hand to beckon the obstruction, clicking her tongue slightly and then calling a gentle
"Here boy"
A wolf wouldn't have a great chance at survival if someone spooked it, without any apparent pack to back it up Fey was a bit impressed nothing had happened already at first but that thought buckled beneath the likelihood of her second. Perhaps this one was just the last involved in any incident, there wasn't a great deal of 'nature' around the area as it were.

Fey-Lynn exhibited some level of hesitation, even when confident it wouldn't pose much danger it seemed natural to have a degree of awareness against a predator. This caution was clear with the wavers of an otherwise steady hand and in the stirring within intense eyes.

"Lost your pack?" She questioned delicately, her tone doing more of the communication then the words with equal accents worry and sorrow coloring her caring voice.
She seemed quite right for the part of a dog lover and by extension their wild ancestors. No the level of awe and concern suggested she may be closer to a fan of wolves and then their descendants.
Pride, loyalty, fierce, beautiful fur, there were many good reasons.

[Jinx Swittch]

It had been so long since Jinx had last cried. Years, actually. She always thought that tears were a sign of weakness and she'd be damned if anyone viewed her as a weakling.
But at that particular moment, she practically let her heart out. Exposing her anger and sadness that she held in for so many years. Honestly, it was about time she let it go.
Tears still rolled down her cheek, waiting for Forgery to answer her question. Instead, he let out an ear-splitting cry. She held her hands up to her ears, trying to block out his screaming. Why was he doing this? Was it because he felt her pain? Or for some other reason.? She didn't know, she just wished that he would stop. His cry was so loud, it hurt. She fell to her knees, holding her head between her legs.

Then silence. He stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Forgery crying. She stood on her feet. He stretched his arms toward her and embraced her. She couldn't move. Normally she would never let anyone touch her or come near her. However, now...she needed it. She needed someone to hold her. For the first time in her entire life, someone wanted to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. For the first time in her life, she returned the embrace. More tears rolled down her face as Forgery spoke in a soft voice.

"I told you before, Jinx, we're not omniscient. We're omnipotent as far as mortals are concerned and you can't kill us, but we don't see all. I can read your mind to see what your entire past is, but then I'd probably find the answer you wanted to hear hidden inside your head. They gave up hope as mortals did, Jinx. The mortals have become unfaithful to us. They do not believe in us. We gave up on all of you, too. Almost. I have come because I think there is slight hope yet amongst those who walk this planet."
Jinx looked up at the God. Was that really true? Had people these days really become to careless? She looked down with sad eyes. Of course they have. She was one of them.
"People like yourself, Jinx. You... you've become a beacon. You have shown that there is hope left on this planet. More Gods and Goddesses will likely start to come as soon as they hear. You have given all of us hope."

Her eyes lit up. She...gave them hope? A beacon? Was she really...useful?

The God looked her in the eyes and told her if it weren't for her past, she wouldn't be the person she is today. She was unique. That made her produce even more tears. She never ever felt unique before. Not even after she discovered she was a shapeshifter. But what he said next made her heart jump.

"... and now... you will find the love that you obviously haven't gotten. If you want it."
She didn't know what to say. Was she finally going to be saved?

"I...I don't know what to say." She really didn't. It was all happening so fast.


Word count: 543
Mood: Surprised
Music: The Fantasy by 30 Seconds to Mars
Notes: Agreed!

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus looked up with those deep red eyes, though he didn't have to look far, being as large as he was. He gazed silently at the woman for a long time. She had an affinity for canines. He could sense it, as could all animals. They could tell an animal lover from an animal hater without them even opening their mouths.

"Lost your pack?" She had asked him. He knew at that point she had no idea who or what he was. For a moment he tilted his head to the side slightly, debating on whether or not to reveal himself. With every move there was an advantage and a disadvantage. Could she accept what he was? Would she believe him? Would he frighten her? All valid questions but only the tip of the metaphorical iceberg. People had lost their faith in the gods after all. They had to make them believe, but one does not simply do that by making them fear them. One could, but it wasn't always the most effective way. Not with mankind.

He decided for the moment that he'd play the part of the animal form he portrayed himself as. He "cautiously" approached the woman, his nose directed at her outstretched hand, sniffing at it. He inched forward and sat down right in front of her, tilting his head again as he intently stares at Fey again.

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery smiled at Jinx Swittch. The woman seemed genuinely uncertain. He'd thrown her completely off balance. He was standing again, less than six inches from his face to hers. Squeezing her one last time in an embrace that he tried to make particularly loving to her, he kissed her forehead with his vibrantly red lips and released her from his grasp; still less less than a foot away. "We need others to gain faith in the Gods and Goddesses. We must gain followers so that we can turn this world around." He thought carefully for a half-second. He didn't want to say anything to make her feel like she was being rushed or forced. Not now. Not so close to having succeeded.

He resumed, "You must decide what you will serve, Jinx. Be it Nature, Deception, whatever. You must choose who your God will be if you wish to help us. Then, you must convince others to believe. Most importantly, Jinx..." he raised his right hand, palm up, to her face level and a lily suddenly grew from it; symmetrical, pure, and flawless. He extended his hand to her, "You know you are loved. But more than you think." He smiled at her the way that boys smile when the one they are in love with suddenly shows up when they weren't expected; pure delight. "You are adored," he said with sincerity cutting through every word and then winked at her. "That flower will never die, either. It is my eternal gift to you. My everlasting reminder of adoration." He smiled at her happily, embraced her in a bear hug, then held her at arm's length. "The future is yours."

With that, Forgery Zaytsev turned on his heel and began walking down the street once again.

word count:;296
mood:; indecisive
music:; Pain Redefined by Disturbed
notes:; What a whack-job he is. [/color]

[Fey-Lynn]

Animals resided in a strange kingdom relative to Fey's perception. It was like a grand circle that encompassed the world, a land she could not enter or understand, but one that was always surrounding her.

Lying had no payoff, deception extended no farther then cruelty in most cases. Of all the animals she'd met though dogs seemed to be the best company, all it took was the impression you meant them well and they endlessly sought your approval, Fey found it similar to unrequited love, a lie perpetuated by the self. For all of that though she knew she couldn't fake the impression she gave them, it was just a truth she didn't mean ill and enjoyed their company.
"My name is Fey" The elemental emphasized realizing she hadn't introduced herself and finding no need to lable this face incorrectly, especially to an animal. "Do you have a name?"She asked politely before receiving it.
Her red polished finger nails had found themselves to the large wolves head and patted it gently, scratching behind his ears a couple of times. Memories stirring at her hand experimentally.
It may have been an odd site to see such a girl sitting beneath the shade of the gull wing door petting the fur of such a grand wolf.

"Locutus?" Fey was slightly shocked to actually uncover a name she could understand "That's a nice name" She smiled suspending her hand for now and stared intently into his red eyes as if wondering what he thought.

'It sounds familiar' The thought struck through her mind triggering an ounce of caution she'd practiced her very hardest to hide. Her mind sifting through it's own depths to seek where she may have heard it before.

[Locutus Ferox]

"Fey" He thought. She certainly looked a fey. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Like any wolf that was used to society would do, he closed his eyes letting her run her hand over his head. His closed eyes and relaxed look likely fooled no one though. He was ready to jump back at a moments notice should there be a need for it. For the time being he let the woman's thoughts be her own. He had no intention of rifling through them. She would come to terms with who he was at her own pace.

He finally opened his eyes again and gazed into Fey's, unlike what he'd done before, this gaze was an intelligent, and surprisingly not... uncaring... It was as if the wolf was expressing some form of empathy, though what triggered it wasn't clear. His unusual red eyes gazed up at Fey between very seldom and slow blinks.

"Locutus? That's a nice name." Fey stated suddenly. Locutus hid his surprise at that point. Could she possibly sense it? Could he have been stirring up memories? Or did she know who he was? Having stayed out of her head, he wasn't sure how Fey had come to know his name, perhaps he had transmitted it without realizing... She gazed into his eyes and he gazed back finding himself impressed he was this surprised by a mortal. Whoever or whatever Fey was, he thought, she is far from your average girl. Things just got interesting....

He raised his front paw and began to paw at the bottom lip of the Delorean's door frame. He was particularly careful not to let those toenails of his scrape along the paint of the machine. He looked down at where he was pawing and then up at Fey again, wondering if she understood the simple gesture.

[Jinx Swittch]

If there was one thing Jinx knew, it was that she never doubted herself. No matter what anyone had to say about her. She stuck by her word at all times and did whatever the fuck she felt like doing; taking down people she didn't see fit. A simple concept, no? She thought so and that was all that mattered. She didn't have to worry about the law. Hell, she was currently running from the law and doing a pretty damn good job at it. She certainly didn't have to worry about any family. She had no family. None that she was aware of, at least. Most of all, she didn't have to worry about a 'higher power' that was against her actions. She used to believe in the Gods and Goddesses as a child. She was naive. Young. Clueless. Of course she believed in something that wasn't there. It's what children do. She even believed in the Toothfairy...and Santa...and the Easter Bunny. She believed in it all.
However, as years past by and the more torment she was put through, her faith melted away to the point where there was nothing left. All she ever witnessed was evil. Chaos. The bitterness and greed in people. Not once had she ever seen any good. Why believe in something she didn't even see with her own eyes? There was no point. That's what she believed and she'd be damned if anyone told her any different.

Until today.

Her eyes were finally opened to the truth of it all. The Gods and Goddesses of the Heavens were losing faith in the world and now everyone who inhabits it is in grave danger of losing it all. Forever. It scared her. Terrified her. But it was better to know the truth and be scared than to be oblivious and careless like everyone else. Forgery had opened her eyes. She understood. She finally understood.


With another embrace, Forgery kissed her forehead gently. It felt...warm. He held her at arms length and looked at her. "We need others to gain faith in the Gods and Goddesses. We must gain followers so that we can turn this world around."
He resumed by telling her she must choose who she will serve and the choice was up to her. Her job was to convince the others that the Gods exist. To have faith again.

Then, out of thin air, a beautiful lily grew in Forgery's open palm. He handed it to her and smiled. Telling her she was loved. Adored, even. She blushed, of course. Though there was absolutely no reason to, no one has ever spoken such words to her before. How embarrassing!

"That flower will never die, either. It is my eternal gift to you. My everlasting reminder of adoration." She gave her the biggest, and first, bear hug. "The future is yours." With that, Forgery began to walk down the street.


Jinx looked down at the flower, shedding a single tear. She gently brushed a finger across the petals. It was real.
She looked up and called to Forgery. "W-Wait!" She jogged over to him. "Say I do decide to help the Gods and Goddesses and choose one I want to follow. How do I even start? I mean..." She laughed at herself. "I'm a murderer! Honestly...killing others is all I know. That's all I've been doing since I was ten. I don't know how to talk to people. I can't even approach anyone without have the sudden urge to slit their throat! How do I spread faith when I don't even know how?"

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery had barely made it ten feet before Jinx had called out for him to wait as she loped over to him, mouth running about her horrible past and bad deeds. She finished ranting about how ill-equipped she was and he let out a slight chuckle. "You mortals are always second-guessing us, aren't you? Always afraid that you're going to mess up. Well, you very well may mess up. But would you rather mess up and have tried your best or mess up and not have tried? So just try your best. Do you truly think that I've never slain another? Do you truly think that Locutus, the one you saw as a wolf, has never rent a mortals body into shreds with a single bite?" He smirked at her, feeling slightly amused that this mortal thought she'd raked up too large a body count to be able to serve a God or Goddess. The irony. How many had Forgery killed? Too many for her to count. He also had been responsible for the death of immortals; something she could never honestly lay claim to. But here she was, concerned that a few dead hobos was going to disqualify her.

"You spread the faith by example and converting others. Show others how a follower of your God should behave and convince as many as you can to serve the God you serve. How, exactly, do you do this? That's for you to decide." He smiled at her comfortingly, corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly from the grandeur of it. "Be strong, Jinx, and be not fearful of failure or of those that would try and bring your faith into the shambles and the dirt. Do what you can and when your time has come, you will know you have done the best you could. Surely, Jinx Swittch, when that time comes, that will be the only thing that anyone can expect to cling to. It will be enough for you. We'll watch over you."

He turned again, this time more slowly, walked five paces, and stopped there, in the middle of the paved road sniffing at the air. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at her and threw her a wink with his all-white eye. He then faced forward again and began strolling in the direction that Locutus had gone.

Yes. The Mortals still held hope. Though he had said it was required for the Mortals to help them to save their own planet, it was the Mortals that would empower the Immortals. He smiled a quaint smile as he bit into a ripe, red apple that he produced from his pocket; juice dripping down his chin as his jaw flattened and crushed the crunching flesh of the delectable fruit. The Mortals brought hope, yes, but more than that, they brought power. He had been right to return here, when all the others thought him silly. The Mortals would rush in a new era, knowingly or unwittingly. They would follow him to victory with their prayers and communions as he guided their steps.

They would make him more than a God.

They would make him the God.

word count:; 530
mood:; tired, but pleased
music:; We Made You by Eminem
notes:; Sorry it took so long. I was coding. :C

[Fey-Lynn]

Imagining a physical form to her puzzle, Fey worked at assembling the pieces. The fact it was a wolf, a species she rarely met coupled with the knowledge it was a name she recognized there was very few places her mind could file this.
"I thought I knew the name" She snapped quietly as a declaration to her discovery. "I believe that's what the God of Nature goes by" Her smile said she was happy to be in the presence of such a name but her mind dwelt on how warranted her initial caution was. There was no ounce of her being that wished to contest with this wolf, even if it wasn't truly the full god it likely had his eyes.

With a mock psychic gesture she pronounced "You either want a ride, or aren't quite a fan of pollution..." Her joking tone gave way to chuckling.
"I am quite willing to give you a ride" She felt the need to clarify in the event her first guess was right.

Fey was fairly well versed in the identities of various deities, it wasn't common knowledge but it wasn't entirely unknown either, faith gave them their power so it wasn't exactly productive to have no mortals to perpetuate the knowledge.
The moment she chose to throw her lot in with her Deity of Freedom she felt it necessary to know the other players, it felt like common sense.

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus chuckled inwardly as she spoke. Technically both were true... but for the moment he'd not tell her that. Despite her guesses, he wasn't quite ready to open his mouth quite yet. He was quite interested in where this would lead and had no intention of altering it's course by ruining the game. For now he'd leave his identity to her guesses.

"I am quite willing to give you a ride" was all he needed to hear. Without waiting for her to make it easy for him, by either opening the other door or simply moving aside, he invited himself in. He stood up quickly and shifted over to his left. Then he jumped, easily making the clearing between her and her steering wheel. He leaped up into the passenger seat and plopped down on his rear, looking over at Fey like any old normal dog would as if waiting for the ride. He looked quite big in the seat, his head being kept low to avoid bumping the roof of the car as he made himself comfortable in the seat. He would sure give any passerby quite the impression that Fey had quite the companion.

Despite not being a fan of machinery he could not help but to admire the work humans had done. He was also no fool. Such things existed in this world, and while they did, he'd be a fool to outright ignore them. "I very well might have to get one of these for myself..." He thought. He looked over at Fey. He felt she would be more at home in this machine, traveling down the road. It often was what made him feel at ease, simply wandering with no destination necessarily in mind. Of course... he never had one of these to explore....