Silas hummed. "Who knows... Helen was always... a mystery. A reason for the Trojan War... many of immortals partook in that conflict. It was a time of war... but also many tragedies. The thirty-one duels between Achilles and Penthesilea, which resulted in their mutual respect - even love... before finally Achilles cut down the Amazon. The tragedy of Patroclus, whose quickening was lost. The colossal duel between the mighty Sarpedon and Achilles. The fall of mighty Ajax. The mysterious death of Achilles. It was the first great war of immortals... and Helen was its instigator. Was it intentional? I wouldn't know." The man sighed. "From one side, the woman is all but friend... from other... there is this tiny voice in the back of my head, whispering doubts." He turned to look at Karolina. "I guess... that we will see." He shook his head. * * * The night was late, as Karolina finally returned to her quarters. Silas was long asleep. As she started stripping her clothes, she felt- She turned, only to feel a material pressing against her neck. "Sloppy, my dear~" A throaty voice of Helen greeted her. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings." She removed fan from Karolina's neck and folded it. "I could not help but notice..." She started as the fan started tracing from Karolina's neck, to her cleavage. "How you started stripping me with your eyes~"
Karolina freezes, her hand reflexively going for a sword that isn't there. Damn this court... She grits her teeth irritably, while staying completely silent. "I can't argue against that. My training has been focused on...other areas...recently." She inhales as she feels the blade move between her breasts. "Well...As I recall, there wasn't much clothing to strip..."
"Not much~" The woman chuckled. "It did cover most of my body... just hugged it oh, so well." The woman moved closer. "Why are you nervous... it's not like I am armed~" She chuckled. As Karolina looked down, indeed, what was touching her, was a waving fan - not a sword.
While eating, Reka thanks her for the food, unashamedly enjoying the view of Sofia until they have to dress. Now in her jeans and black leather jacket, Reka, mounting her own bike, answers "Into the city. I don't have anywhere to stay lined up yet. Do you know anyone, or anywhere, in town?" I already miss feeling the sun on my skin.
Karolina turns, facing the elder immortal. "I can hardly argue with that. You're quite the dancer." She smirks as well, though her eyes dart around the darkness, searching for something she can use as a weapon. "I wonder why I could possibly be nervous? Where I come from, if someone breaks into your bedchamber at night, it generally means that they want to take your head - we're not big on midnight visits in the Commonwealth."
Didn't look elegant. Not the place for a great final battle. Yet, this is what they chose. Naturally, Thea would stick to the rules of engagement. Even if they wouldn't give her the advantage, there was a certain class to how things were done as she found an open space to wait, having adorned her battle armor in preparation before her arrival. She kept her blade sheathed for now, but close as she awaited to find this challenger, but keeping an eye out. Just because she had nobility and class, doesn't mean her opponent does.
"Nope~" Sofia answered, as she started the engine. "Aren't you familiar with the place? Or have someone there to guide you?" She asked as she turned to Reka.
"I can't break in, when the door are open, now, can I?" She chuckled as she stepped back and walked to the table, taking in a goblet with wine. As Karolina looked around, she found a poker near a fire place... but she could also make it to her chest - where her sword was. "Ah, the country of Slavs and Wends. You know, at his time Mieszko I was considered a traitor, who sold his own people and religion to black church - the Rome. Now, he is considered the first ruler of Poland... despite having predecessors." She took a sip. "Funny, how the history goes..."
Karolina notes the location of the weapons, but makes no move for them yes - if Helen's intention was violence, she'd probably be dead already. "I'm Lithuanian, actually - a descendant of Jagiello, not Mieszko, though I guess you were around at the time, so you'd know better than me." She says, marvelling at the idea of being around people who were alive at the time of her country's origins. Walking forward, the redhead joins the ancient at the table, taking up a goblet herself, and filling it. "To what should we toast?"
"And here I thought I would be facing a pirate." The voice called. Thea looked up, at the top of one of the buildings an elder man stood - immortal, but without a drawn sword. "Let me guess..." He hummed as he looked her over. "A wandering knight?"
Helen snorted. "The your people were screwed even worse - through that union. Not to mention the templars... but Grunwald... Hah! Now that was a beating the Europe needed. A crusade of Christians stopped by Christians..." She shook her head. "Jagieło had a good idea - to protect his people, Pagans, by calling them Christians... still, a pity his dynasty ended so quickly." She shook her head. "Toast? For life! For neverending adventure. For events we witnessed, people we meet, and memories we carry!" She raised her glass.
"Yes, the Teutonic Order was a blight on the entire East - just like the damn Swedes are today." Karolina grumbles irritably. "Though, uh... We became real Christians. Eventually." Shaking her head, she nods. "Enough history - yes, to life." Karolina raises her glass as well.
Helen took a sip and then sat down. "Well, my dear, how are you settling into your new life?" She asked as she lay on the large chair, her body arching in a sensual way - it did not even look she did it intentionally... the sensuality was natural for that woman.
"Honestly?" Karolina sits beside her, subconsciously looking at the woman and mimicking her seductive posture. "I... It's lonely. I have Silas, and though he's a true friend, my homeland, everyone I know...They're so close, but if I tried to go back, they'd burn me for a witch. I don't know... I had a life, a purpose. Now I have nothing - once I've fulfilled my end of my bargain with Silas, I'll have no purpose, no home." She silences herself by taking a swig of wine, realising that she's venting and possibly saying too much in front of a stranger.
"None who still live there. Could try getting in touch with a chapter of the Pagans Motorcycle Club, but it's been a couple years and I...left on bad terms. Let's just ride into the city and see what we see for now." Reka revs her bike and rides, reveling in the wind hitting her face as she follows the pull.
"Hmm~" The woman sighted, as if remebring her own situation. "Trojans and the ancient greeks are gone." She said quietly. "The people I meet thousand years after the fall of Troj are dead..." She closed her eyes. "Cleopatra... Oktavian... Leonidas... Vencingetorix." She shook her head. "We have each other... we have the prize... ad we have our memories." She said. "It could be worse..."Helena paused, her eyes becoming distant. "Imagine, giving birth to a child, seeing him raise, conquer... then die. Then, when you try to save his kingdom, you are betrayed and killed - only to raise as immortal... and watch the rest of your dynasty being slowly killed, child by child... what would that do to an immortal?"
Sofia frowned. "Weren't they disbanded during the gang wars a year ago?" She asked as she started the engine. The two started riding, reaching the street, then following through the roads... but after an hour, Reka noticed a police car driving behind them - thankfully, not on signal.
"Oh, it wasn't~" Helen said sirusly. "Yet that was what happened... and in some disturbing way, it twisted the immortal... drew her to the madness... yet cold, calculative madness she was known for during her life." Helen shuddered. "With Apollo's help, you will never meet her."
Karolina's eyes widen, and she takes another drink, wondering who could be so powerful that even someone thousands of years old is afraid of them. "Indeed."
