Monday evening, 7:35 PM. Although mostly hidden, the moon periodically peaks from behind the onslaught of clouds. Chill winds creep across the city, which keeps the temperature fairly low. Temps: 3C/37F lows and 8C/46F highs.
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Wyatt nods in understanding after Elijah's confession. Locating a Nexus isn't as easy as one might assume. The main reason many within the magical community knew of the Nexus in San Francisco was due to the Warren line's boisterous claim over it. He assumes the Nexus in Istanbul must remain unclaimed. Or perhaps, its protectors are much more hush hush about their role than his mother and aunts were about theirs.
"That's why you're here."
Elijah pushes himself off the wall and starts to venture deeper into the small town, but Wyatt doesn't immediately step into tandem with his comrade. Instead, he throws cautious glances around the quaint European neighborhood and then follows after Elijah. The demigod stuffs his hands into his coat pockets mirroring the other man. It doesn't take Wyatt long to catch up to Elijah to walk casually beside him.
"We're going to augment your power of perception and use it to find what we're looking for."
"Is that the plan?" Wyatt rebuffs, but then he nods approvingly, "Sounds reasonable." As a well-trained witch, Wyatt is well aware than many individual or inherent powers can be augmented or amplified with magic. He has done so in his long history with his projection power alone. "I have an idea…" The supreme witch announces as the pair head elsewhere in Kaz Ida.
Still relatively early in the morning, Ann isn't surprised to see only a few people out and about on the sidewalks of Kaz Ida. Being Sunday few shops were bound to be open and those that were would most likely have short days. Her shoes plod against the worn cement as she meanders along, debating what was truly best to do.
If it had been up to her impulsive side, Anna would have already gone back to her room at the Tempest Inn and taken a power nap. The events from earlier today (emphasis on the early) had left her somewhat depleted. Learning with Kohl was always a sort of test for her. Her fellow initiate always seemed to bring out some of the worst in her, whether it was combativeness, arrogance, or childishness. It probably didn't help that she added that to her list of personal resentments involving him, which, in turn, only fueled the vicious cycle of her angst further.
Yet she had survived her training earlier, and obtained a task afterward. While their lesson had primarily consisted of learning about the mother nexus, the nexuses of earth, and the elemental nexus of Istanbul, the homework assigned to Atticus's initiates actually concerned Anna's future quite a bit. The next Initiation Rite, another step towards being a Medial Druid, another step towards her future. The Rite of Divination.
Still, right now, the young red-haired druid needs to make some sort of decision. It's been a while since she's practiced her scrying, and now she realizes that her neglect could possibly cost her the prize. She wants that Egg, regardless of what it does, because this assignment is just another chance to prove herself, but she honestly doesn't have the foggiest of ideas about how to go about this. ('I guess I could go home, bust out the old map and crystal,') she thinks, it seems to be the safest, if not most time consuming way, of finding what she wants.
Being so preoccupied, Anna suddenly casts her gaze around, attempting to get her bearings. It seems fate and habit have aided her as she realizes she's merely a street or two over from the Inn. With that in mind she sets off towards The Tempest Inn.
With her feet padding along the sidewalks, Anna is briefly grateful for the proximity of the Inn to some of Kaz Ida's tourist attractions. The Forest, The Hiking Cliffs, and the Roman Ruins are all relatively close. Relatively. It still takes time to get places on foot, but it's really not to terrible of a restriction for Annabel. She's in decent shape, and so she makes good time.
After about fifteen minutes she passed by the last of the shops and houses and clears outskirts of the town. Before her rise hills and cliffs, climbing higher and higher. Even from the bottom she can spot old goat paths that most of the tourists take, but instead she takes a less worn route. Marked by centuries old Cairns, she chooses one of the more difficult paths. Steeper and somewhat more direct, it meanders up towards the heart of the mountain that gave the sleepy little town behind her its name.
And so her feet carry her up towards The Hiking Cliffs.
It isn't long before Indra Churchill finds herself on the sidewalks of Kaz Ida. Having just come from Town Square, she retrieves her cell phone from the purse she carries and begins to google information on gypsies.
She had just taken it upon herself to help a young dead gypsy ghost crossover into the next realm. Why? Because that's the kind of person she was. And because she needed a reason to believe she was meant to be both a career-woman and a practicing shaman. Now, she found herself en route to speak with members of the ghost's clan to get more information on her untimely demise.
Oh, what was that dead gypsy girl's name? Indra hadn't caught it. She didn't ask for it partially because she didn't want the spirit asking for her name in return. Indra was so new to this at the moment. (Not new as in she'd never performed magical tasks before but new as in she hadn't tried taking on shamanic duties without the guidance of her grandmother before. That was an important distinction to make.) She didn't really want her name out there just yet, so she would put it off as long as she could. Besides, she was here to help, and she believed the best help came without recognition, so why shouldn't she be anonymous?
Still, it was a strange predicament to be in. Here she was on her first mission, if you could call it that, and her usually well-kept emotions were slightly off kilter. After refreshing herself on all things shuvani, she closes her web browser app and finds herself in her text message outbox. To provide herself a sense of normalcy on this dateless Valentine's day, she texted her kid brothers heart-filled memes and reminded them to use protection if they planned on being intimate tonight. Such actions were the things that made Indra feel like Indra as she continued her walk through the pavement of the Istanbul village.
The cool air hits the druidess like a refreshing blast after leaving the Tavern. There's butterflies in her stomach at the fact that she basically just jumped ship on her job, but hopefully Atticus would understand. She looks up the street one way, then down the other, but she can't see Kohl immediately. "KOHL?! KOHL? Where'd you go?" she calls out; he can't have got very far.
Contrary to his plans, Kohl didn't consume much alcohol at the tavern and thus is not warmed by its path through his body. Instead, he is forced to shiver and wrap himself tighter within his jacket to fight against the winds.
He slows to a stop when he hears his name shouted into the night, at first unsure if he heard correctly. He eventually relents and turns to see Anna about a block away, apparently having come after him. He scowls in her general direction. Why the fuck would she do that?
Unbeknownst to the pair of Kohl and Annabel, a man in a maroon shirt and dark blue jeans orbs into existence on an empty sidewalk a fair distance away. This is Clarke's first time in Turkey. All he knows about the country is that they had a rough time at the turn of the millennium and weren't especially friendly to people like him - of the rainbow color flag variety... so he had always shied away.
On this night though, the town of Kaz Ida is mysteriously inviting. Clarke figures this is his newish empathic sixth sense - drawing him towards the pair of young magical beings. He follows the sense as blindly as one would follow driving guidance from a smartphone app, as he weaves through the streets of Kaz Ida closer to the particular sidewalk where Kohl and Annabell are standing. The Cupid hears them...
"KOHL?! KOHL? Where'd you go?"
A young woman's voice rings out... followed by the lower bass of an angry young man.
... before he turns the corner to see them. Clarke walks down from the opposite sidewalk and opposite direction that Kohl is walking up, with Annabel in a block's proximity. The scowl on the boy's face is clear as day. This close to his charges, the Clarke can tell that Kohl is the one who had been feeding him the weird heat/itchy sensations. (Time to fix this.)
Clarke continues to walk down the sidewalk. The streets of Kaz Ida being so narrow, the Cupid passes quite close to Kohl as he walks by. Finger on his Cupid ring, Clarke activates it's power of time manipulation and slows time on the sidewalk to a slow crawl. There, as Kohl hangs in the moment, Clarke leans in close and uses his other power of empathic suggestion: "Wipe that scowl off your face and be nicer to the lady."
Time resumes its normal flow as Clarke continues down the sidewalk past Kohl and heads down the short block towards Annabel. He keeps his head forward, just another stranger to these two, and waits to see what effects, if any, he would have on his hotheaded, young charge.
Anna just knows that her eyes are going to get stuck looking straight up if she keeps rolling them. Kohl is pretty much intolerable for her on a good day. Today, decidedly, is not a good day. At this moment, she's on the verge of just leaving him to sulk. 'Impossible!'
She decides to give it one more try.
"Cut it out!" she exclaims, her voice dripping with exasperation. "I'm just rying to check on you, but if you want to deal with this all by yourself, it's cool. She stops a few feet away from him, wary of how he's going to react. Even though Kohl clearly deserves his current punishment, she still wants to help him out of it.
She doesn't pretend to understand her fellow initiate. His thought processes are too foreign to her own. Most of the time she reacts emotionally, instinctually. However, she does hope he'll stop being so batshit crazy for one moment and take her offer of help... and possibly revenge. Based on what she has seen, Sebastian and Kohl may both be rash, aggressive, and defensive creatures, but Kohl definitely wasn't about cursing everyone willy-nilly. If he wasn't careful, the medium was going to end up hurting himself... or someone else.
In the moment after Kohl yells out to Anna, he feels himself deflate as the energy drains from his body. It's like someone pulled his plug. Now, he just feels exhausted and assumes that when you run that hot for that long, it's always followed by a crash.
He remains blissfully unaware that a meddlesome cupid is responsible for the dampening of his mood.
"I'm just so... over it." Kohl's voice is low and tired sounding. His shoulders hunch and he longs to drag himself into bed despite the early hour. "I just wanted a pint and just forget for a couple of hours."