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[mycursedface]

Scylla said, fly when you visit. And so Medusa is; flying and landing on top of her sister's cave and giving her sister's other half a wary glance.

Of course, it's been a while, and she really can't remember where the entrance is...

She'll get there.

Eventually.

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[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Charybdis is not fond of visitors, unless they are the sort she can break apart in her tides, and therefore not particularly inclined to help, though Scylla warned her a Gorgon may visit.

Luckily for Medusa, Scylla is on her way out, fish tail slithering against the sea-slick rock, dog-heads yipping; here, even outside the water, there is so much of it in the air and the wind, it is easiest to be the monster.

Her heads smell Meda before seeing her, and she spares a moment to shoot Charybdis a look of warning: be nice. But her smile, when she finally greets her sister, carries none of that veiled threat.

"You came."

[mycursedface]

"I said I would."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She settles onto a groove in the rock, partially submerged in the sea. "How are you?"


(From her own preferred dwelling, Charybdis snorts. Pleasantries aren't her thing.)

[mycursedface]

"...I've spent the past few weeks with Thetis," she says, dryly.

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Her grin is possibly a touch sympathetic. "You survived," she observes.

[mycursedface]

"Just a little bit."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Congratulations."

[mycursedface]

"Mm."

She glances down.

"Are you back to normal now?"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Her expression darkens.

"Yes."

And if she ever sees that bear again, she will rip it to shreds.

[mycursedface]

"Oh. Good. Because you and Atton scared me."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Blankly, "Who?"

[mycursedface]

"He's a friend of mine."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Beat.

"Not the one you're having sex with?"

Blunt whut?

[mycursedface]

"NO!"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh, says Scylla's face.

[mycursedface]

Her snakes twisting into an unholy halo around her head, Medusa hisses at her.

"I am with Lucifer. Atton is his best friend. It...even if I could have sex properly, which I can't, it would be...it would be rude!"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"I can't keep track," Scylla replies serenely, "since I haven't met any of them."

[mycursedface]

"You could believe me?"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"I do."

Cheerfully.

[mycursedface]

"But, you said..."

Confusing Scylla is Confusing!

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Medusa, Scylla feels, is very untrusting.

This is communicated via sisterly eyeroll.

[mycursedface]

"Yep. You are back to normal."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

The narration mentioned about ripping that bear to shreds, right?

Good.

Time for a change of subject, then.

"Have you spoken with Charybdis?"

[mycursedface]

"No."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to?"

Charybdis, she'll admit, is not everyone's prime sailor meat.

[mycursedface]

"I might as well."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods shortly and motions for Medusa to stay put as she easily swims the distance to Charybdis's preferred dwelling.

And has a quick, quiet conversation with said lady regarding being nice to sisters she's fond of before returning to Medusa.

Charybdis is still eyeing Medusa like she's annoyed she's there instead of lunch. That's her hello, can't you tell?

[mycursedface]

Amazingly, Medusa can deal with the 'why you not be lunch' sentiment. This because wings are useful.

"Hello."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Charybdis says, grudgingly.

"You're Medusa."

She glances at Scylla. That's adequate, right? :D?

(Somewhere, inwardly, Scylla is facepalming.)

[mycursedface]

"Very much so."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods, like this confirms her suspicions.

"Gorgon."

It's kind of a question, too; see how the end sort of lilts upwards like one?

[mycursedface]

"One of them."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods, again.

Scylla's starting to look like maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.

[mycursedface]

"Keep my sister happy?"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

There is LIFE in that face!

At least, the sort of life that is a sort of grin. It means 'yes'.


Scylla, meanwhile, is sort of blushing. Or, at least, as close as she comes to blushing.

[mycursedface]

Cheerfully, wickedly, "Good."