It's all greek to me

[Jenn]

Jan 15th

Jenn was quiet as she carefully closed the large wooden door of the cathedral behind her. For weeks since she had arrived, the temptation to explore Notre Dame had lingered in the back of her mind. It felt like something was drawing her here, but  she had been so busy with things going on in the rouges, then the battle in Australia that she hadn't had a chance until now.

The cathedral was empty at the moment, morning mass had already passed, so there was nobody around save for the archdeacon and a couple of priests, though none really paid her any mind, save for the archdeacon, who gave her a smile and nod in greeting, which she returned, before both heading off in different directions.

Her footsteps, light as they were, still echoed slightly as she wandered through the halls, taking in the art on the stained glass windows, their coloured light casting patterns on the floor around her, only broken by her winged shadow that spread out behind her.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps behind her, and glanced over her shoulder, wondering if maybe it was the archdeacon again. It wasn't however.

[Icarus]

Everything about this place was still wholly new to him, and while he'd certainly gotten better at getting around on his own, he was still fairly unused to not having the use of his eyes, something he'd come to reply on so much when he still had his vision, he'd clearly taken that for granted. It was a learning process, one that he was still constantly trying to navigate, but a lot of times his wandering brought him in directions that he really hadn't been aiming for. No matter, it was all just learning right? Something he liked doing.

He kept a hand to whatever surfaces were near him as he walked, his movements were pointedly careful still, not fully adjusted to feeling his way around by touch and sound, but he managed. He could tell by the echo of his steps and the few hushed voices that he was in a very vast structure, perhaps this Notre Dame that he'd heard mentioned? Supposedly an impressive feat of architecture, it saddened him that he couldn't see it for himself.

He managed to stop himself just short of bumping into another person, or he was fairly certain it was a person, lifting his hands, "sorry! So sorry...Unless you're a column or coat hanger...In which case I'm not sorry at all...And am in fact just talking to an inanimate object...I hope you're a person..." He trailed off when he realized he was babbling, trying to save face for what might have been a faux pas of one of two varieties, running into people, or talking to inanimate objects...Either way, really.

[Jenn]

Jenn blinked at the stranger who had almost bumped into her, a tiny smile creased her face as she stifled a small chuckle at his frantic apology.
"It's fine, no harm done," she told him, her voice a bit quieter than usual, since the quiet, echoing halls easily carried her voice regardless.

It took her a moment to take in the stranger in front of her. The garb he wore she easily recognized as greek, funny how in only a few weeks she had met two more people from the land she called home. The only thing that honestly took her by surprise was the cloth wrapped around his eyes.
This, along with his reaction to almost bumping into her, drew her to the conclusion that this poor soul was probably blind.

Regardless of that however, it was still a bit rude of her to just stand there and stare at him, so she introduced herself,
"I'm Jenn, I'm one of the Rouge army members, from Greece. I don't believe we've met before?"

[Icarus]

He didn't realize how loudly his apology had come out until he heard her quieter voice, and his own still echoing just slightly in the wake of speaking, and he cringed just a little imagining that he was probably being looked at like he had no manners in what he imagined was supposed to be a quiet place, "right! Good...I'm still getting my bearings..." This wouldn't have been the first or last time he'd smacked into someone or something, he was glad he was getting a bit better at sensing when things were nearby, at least.

There was a stretch of silence where he swore he could feel her eyeing him, and he ran a hand up through his hair half awkwardly, then his expression read surprise as his eyebrows inclined at her words, "Greece? Really? I didn't expect to find anyone else here from there..." He laughed and waved a hand, "I just flew in...Uh...So to speak...So I don't really know anyone!"

He chuckled and put a hand to his chest before giving a dramatic bow, "Icarus is the name, I've offered my services as a medic, it's nice to meet you Jenn!" This was exciting, he hadn't expected to meet anyone who hailed from the same place as him, it made him wonder how many others may have gathered.

[Megara]

"Medic, huh?" a low voice drawled idly from off to the side. Megara slid out from behind a column and leaned her shoulder against it, "Judging by the 'bang up' job you did on yourself, I feel like we're in great hands."

Her painted lips were tilted in a sardonic smile that was wasted on the blind kid, but at least Jenn could appreciate it. She slid away from the column and then sauntered up to Jenn and... Icarus he said his name was?

"So, Ike, what brings you here to good ol' 'Par-ree'?" Megara pronounced 'Paris' with a mockery of the french accent.

She was in rare form today, seeming to be extra bitter and cynical. They say Misery loves company, and it seemed everyone was invited to Meg's pity party. She refused to talk about what had happened in her return to the Freedom Fighters and the man she had given her soul up for. It was obvious that he had left her, but the details she refused to give. While she knew she had no one to blame but herself, you gotta get your kicks somewhere, and being a bitch to everyone was as good a vice as any.

Any way, as she once heard 'anger is more useful than despair', and sarcasm just made it more fun.

[Icarus]

He cringed visibly when heard a voice behind him, making a very pointed jab at his current state of being, "yes...Well..." He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, giving a nonchalant wave of his hand, "it's the least I can offer given I've not quite figured out my way around." At least until he managed to figure out how to conduct himself in a workshop, he wasn't a medic by nature, it was just the easiest service he could offer in his current state of being, he smirked a little in good humor at her jab anyway, clearly not put off by it.

"Poor navigating and dumb luck?" He offered with a quirk of his lip into a good humored grin, it was true, it had been pure chance that he just so happened to be washed up onto this shore, and luck, though given he currently found himself in the middle of a war...Luck might not be the best term for it.

"Of course...Washing up into a war is only lucky if you happen to spin it that way...But I suppose dead would have been twice as unlucky so..." Take what you can get and make the best of things, his father had always used to tell him that.

[Jenn]

Jenn had been about to tell Icarus she was glad to see another full fledged medic, since they were so short on those in the rouges, but before she could even open her mouth, Meg entered the picture.
Brown eyes met the purple ones of the other woman, noticing her cynical tone and the smirk on her face. Jenn hadn't seen much of Meg since she'd returned a few days prior. She refused to talk about what happened with her now ex-boyfriend, but the angel could easily see past the sarcasm and snark, that this was a woman scorned.

She shook her head at Meg's snarky tone, but a hint of a smile had creased her face none the less. She herself was known to be snarky and sarcastic at times, and could appreciate someone else that knew the art behind it.
Her attention turned back to Icarus when he responded, not taken aback by Meg's tone it seemed.

"We're in need of more medics," she chimed in, "It's good to have you, despite whatever circumstances caused you to end up here regardless."
Meg was dealing enough snark for the both of them at the moment, Jenn decided to be more polite for the time being,
"And yeah, trust me, being here is better than floating down the river styx... even if being here might cause that some day in the future..."
She gave a shrug, not overly concerned about that herself. It would take a LOT to make her kick the bucket, and there was no doubt Hades had some kind of trick up his sleeve if she did.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"Ouch, Babe, I'm hurt. You prefer this weird place over my domain? After I even gave you a room to call your own?"
Hades popped up behind the angel, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a mocking pout.
Jenn rolled her eyes, "I never said that, but we both know that the styx isn't exactly the bahama's, now is it?" she quipped back.
Hades didn't respond, and instead turned his attention to Meg,
"Well well, if it isn't little nutMeg. You've been avoiding me since you got back, things obviously didn't go so hot with the love of your life, eh?"
He already knew the answer, he just wanted to see what her response would be, get upset, or get angry. He wanted to geuge his newest minion, to see what he was working with here. For now he simply ignored Icarus.

[Megara]

" 'ey, there's the spirit, Ike," Meg chuckled, but then the laughter faded into a very tired groan at Hades's arrival. It was hard to tell what she was groaning at more, Hades's very presence or the banter between him and his very not-girlfriend of an angel.



"Just procrastinating on starting a new job, 'boss'. Keeping things interesting," she stepped away from her position on the fringes of the area, and stood by Icarus, "I figured you got enough simpering little 'yes-men' in your entourage."



Megara just shifted the topic away from herself. Her life... well it was the last thing she wanted to talk about. She knew given half a chance though, Hades would drag her through the events as painfully as possible.



"I've been settling down here in Paris. Networking. Making friends like good ol' Ike here," Meg laid her arm on Icarus's shoulder and leaned against him idly.

[Icarus]

Icarus shrugged and gave a good humored chuckle, "I kind of picked up on that...There doesn't seem to be many around." Which made the job both important, but also doubly stressful, given it was only him and a scant handful here to keep everyone alive and well. He tried not to let that get the better of him though, he'd continue to do the best he could until more picked up the slack.

The immediate vicinity became noticeably more chilled when Hades made an appearance, which was the only indication the blind man had that something distinctly different had approached, he didn't know what until he heard a voice and had to stifle the shiver. It became pretty clear that he was the only one here not in the know of what was going on...Not that that was especially surprising, given he was new and this was the first time he'd really ventured out terribly far.

His eyebrows inclined when he felt Meg lean against him, which didn't help the feeling of perhaps being a prop in the background of the conversation...Not that he particularly minded this...He'd be lying if he tried to deny being hopelessly into gossip, he could keep his mouth shut if it meant maybe getting a better idea of what was going on around him.

[Hades]

Hades gaze swept to Icarus briefly when Meg walked over to stand next to him. The kid hadn't said much of anything thus far since the god's arrival, and aside from his odd appearance, he wasn't of much interest at the moment.
"Yeah, hi, name's Hades, god of the dead," he said, quickly turning his attention back to Meg.

"Listen sweetheart," he began, putting heavy sarcasm on the nickname, "I dunno if anyone bothered to inform you, but as the Rouges' second in-command, technically the entire army is my little 'entourage of yes-men' as you so put it. That's not the point though. You, little miss "I sold my soul", work for me directly. You do whatever I tell you, and you report directly to me, or Jenn, got it?"

Jenn raised a brow, tilting her head,
"Why me?"
"Because you're MY second in-command, which puts you above the rest of the shadowkeepers. If I'm not around, they report to you." Hades shrugged.
"I don't think that's how it works, Hades. You can't just put me at a higher rank because we know eachother, at least not without talking to Clopin about it..."
"Fine, I'll talk to him about it then, but Meg still reports to you if I'm not available," he turned his attention back to Meg,
"So, since you're here now, tell me, what was going on with the Freedom Fighters before you left. Any details you know, spill 'em."