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deliver_them
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Olympus - the highest mountain in Greece - wasn't the place it used to be. Mortals had become curious. Mortals had become powerful (Prometheus was surely to blame for that). Mortals liked climbing mountains. Disgusted, Zeus had moved them all to neo-Olympus, a place fashioned high in the ether to function as their new home. It was here that Soter, God of Safety, Deliverance, and Preservation from Harm, was nursing a broken heart.
At first he'd slept for a really long time. Then he listened to sappy songs from the mortal realm. Then he wrote stupid love letters that the goddess Clotho would never read from him. Finally, he threw himself into his work on the mortal plane. Humans always needed saving, whether from accidents, from animals, from other humans, or from themselves. But it was frustrating... Pull one guy out of a brawl in the bar on the corner, watch him for a day, and he was back in the same place again, in the same circumstances. Durn it, why didn't they ever learn? Why didn't they ever...
Augh! It was frustrating. After weeks of working straight through the days and night, Soter sat down on a park bench somewhere in the Midwest and closed his eyes. Mortals. Maddening! But just then, the laughter of a small group of children behind him caught his attention. There was something in their laugh that turned him, that drew him closer. He smiled warmly as he watched them build castles in the sandbox, as they made up stories for themselves and each other, stories of far away distant lands and knights and maidens and dragons and wizards... That was the kind of place that Soter would like to see. He could almost feel the wind in the trees, could almost smell the roasting of pheasant, could hear the nickering of horses as they clip-clomped their way down the center of town, dirt lightly puffing up from their hooves...
Soter opened his eyes, and it was all there before him, just as he and those children had imagined it. Maybe he should've been more worried than he was, maybe he should've tried to figure out what just happened, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. This was really what he was hoping for, the kind of world he lived through a good 800 or 900 years ago. Swiftly adjusting his clothing from his 21st Century t-shirt and jeans to something simpler - tunic, leggings, one of those silly hats Soter had always been fond of - and headed out down the center of town.
Already, his heart was feeling better. Oh, this was going to be GREAT!
Tags:
soter, genkurō, shūhei
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Soter frowned deeply. "Innkeeper, mm?" he asked, looking past their shoulders and down the street. "In that case, maybe we should get you two out of the street altogether....Uhmmm....."
He did some quick looking around, found a tavern, then mumbled a little. A tavern was no place for two young girls. But then again, it looked like it doubled as an inn. He knew the place, but if he maybe claimed that they were his sisters....
Screwing up his face, he shook his head. They didn't look like they could be his sisters. Cousins? Nieces? Augh. No, they didn't look like they could be related to him at all. Hrm. So... So.... His eyes skipped on ahead until he spotted a church. It brightened him up a little. Churches let anyone come in, just as long as you gave tithes! And they got protective sometimes, too, even though they did more harm than good during this era.
"C'mon," he said, offering a hand to each of them. "I've got an idea."
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Soter was horrified. And angry. And more determined than ever to watch over these two. He wasn't a god of revenge - he didn't go out and wreak vengeance on those who had harmed others - but he sure as heck did get angry about it when he found out that someone had been hurt.
Then again, by looking at them, they didn't... they didn't feel like violence had been pressed upon them. Maybe it wasn't too late for them, then? Maybe he could still protect them. Maybe they had gotten out just in the nick of time.
"I'm taking you two to the church down the way," he said, gesturing far toward the steeple. "But we'll have to hurry. I can't give you anything other than my word that I won't try to hurt you - either of you - and I know it's hard to trust, but please, please, try."
His blue eyes jerked up away from them again and he looked once more down the street. Still nobody. Maybe they'd slipped away when the innkeeper wasn't looking? Maybe he was asleep or drunk or...busy... with other things. Soter almost headed toward the inn instead, just to find the man, just to see what he was doing, but no. No, no, these two little girls needed help, and he couldn't just abandon them. That wasn't his way.
"Will you come?" he asked again. "Please? We can stay on the street if you feel better about it, but it'd be safer to cut through the town instead. It's up to you two...."
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Soter melted, right then and there. One arm went protectively around the girl who flung herself at him, while the other reached out for her...sister? Maybe her sister. "Come on!" he said, starting for the narrow alley between two buildings. "I think we can lose him in the town!"
And they were off. He kept their hands in his, tried to keep his strides smaller so as not to drag them around (they were so small!), and weaved in and out through the buildings toward the church a fair distance away.
What Soter really wanted to do was face down the innkeeper. Horrible mortal! But his duty lie with the two at his sides, and he was only too happy to care for them.
They made it to the church, and Soter was almost sure the innkeeper hadn't been able to follow them. Releasing the smaller girl's hand, he threw the door open and ushered them into the dark church. A priest looked up in surprise, and Soter cried immediately, "Sanctuary!"
There. That ought to keep the priest happy.
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"Awh," he said, shaking his head. "It's okay, it really is. You don't have to do anything, just be safe, all right? Where were you two going when you came here? Maybe once the innkeeper's gone back to his inn, we can get you there safely, mm?"
As he talked, he fished around for his pockets, then remembered that he didn't have any, and instead looked for the change purse that should be attached to his...ah-ha! Yes, right where he hoped. Fishing out a few coins, he headed toward the front of the chuch and dropped the money into the collections box. It was only right.
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Shūhei returned the embrace immediately, face buried in Genkurō's neck, pressed so close it seemed to go just a little beyond sisterly affection. At least most people might have thought so, and tried to dismiss it, but not been quite able to shake the niggling thought entirely. "I don't want to stay here, Ayumi," he response, a catch in his voice. That wasn't exactly true. They hadn't had much chance to explore Estervale yet, and they had so many more face to choose from to do so with.
And yet Shūhei couldn't stop his ears from pricking up at the sound of coin either. Money. Real money. Exactly what they came her for. He already knew the wheels in Genkurō's head were turning quickly and was completely ready to go along with whatever he suggested.
He looked back at Soter at Genkurō's suggestion. "Oh, oh that would be wonderful.. but oh, that would be asking far too much, wouldn't it?"
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Soter couldn't miss how very, very close the sisters were. It seemed strange for this place, but Soter was a Greek god. Incest was natural, even good, from where he came. It just made him that much more enamored with the idea of taking care of the two before him, now that he felt they had some kind of common ground.
But what they said... Soter gave them an arched eyebrow as answer. He wasn't born yesterday.
Glancing left and then right, he took each of them by the elbow and gently tugged them into one of the pews in the back of the church, once he'd finished donating a reasonable amount for this people's God.
"I'd love to help you two," he said, looking each of them frankly in the eye, one after the other. "But you really aren't going on vacation to Lake Raienia, are you?" He paused, allowing meaning to seep into the silence. And then, when the girls started to begin to look uncomfortable, he spoke again.
"No unarmed girls would travel all this way without an escort in these parts, unless they absolutely had to. I don't mind watching over you - I'd love to help any way that I can - but if we're going to do this, then we're going to have to build some trust. I'm not asking you to trust me all at once, but may I posit that lying to your guide is not the best way to gain his trust?"
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He believed that they didn't have the money to hire an escort or guardian. If they had, then they already would have done it. He also believed that they were alone, though how they came to be alone was up for debate. They could have run away. A father and mother may be crying for their children, somewhere far away. They could have been orphaned recently, though they did not carry the weight of that curse on their shoulders. Soter knew something of that curse, and there was nothing recognizable in them for it that he could see, no overshadowing sadness. No, they were only afraid, and though fear was formidable indeed, it did not orphans make.
But he knew he would be asking too much if he made them tell him the truth. For now, it had to be enough to tell them that he knew that all was not as they said. For now, it was all he could do. Perhaps later, they could trust him enough to tell their story in its entirety.
The priest had seen Soter's donation to the poor box, and was leaving them alone for the most part now, though there were the occasional curious glances. Soter smiled once in a while and waved to the Father, as he talked with the two girls. Finally, he rubbed his forehead.
"All right," he said, though his tone suggested that there would be more about this later. "I'm new around these parts, but I would be happy to serve as your protector on the road to Lake Raienia. Will you be all right once you get there? I assume that you've thought that far ahead, of course..."
Surely they had.
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"Little Ladies," he said, and in this way his father Zeus' influence showed, though he didn't realize that charm had been genetically gifted to him. "It is my pleasure to meet you. You have lovely names. Yachiru. Ayumi." He tasted the flavor of the names, then smiled again. "My name is Soter. And never fear; I won't press you for the details of your story. Perhaps as we travel together, you'll want to tell me more, but if you never do, I'll still be your escort."
With another terribly charming smile, he held up a hand to them to gesture that they wait, then crept to the church door and put his ear against it. After a second or two of listening, he cracked the great oak door and peered outside. It seemed quiet enough. Perhaps the innkeeper had given up. Frowning, he opened it further and stuck his head out cautiously. Still nothing.
Even with that bit of assurance, however, he wasn't ready quite yet to go. Time was on their side under the church's banner of sanctuary, and it would be wise to wait until he could be certain. Finally returning to the two girls, he flopped down on the pew and stretched his arms over the top of it. "I think maybe we should wait a little longer, if it's all the same with you two?"
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Soter-kun? He figured it was some kind of informal title or something, what with her asking if it was okay for her to call him that. Was he supposed to be offended or honored? He just wasn't sure, but he knew how to answer. "Just 'Soter' is fine, if you want," he said. "But just as long as I know you're talking to me, call me whatever you like!"
Giving the girls a fond smile, he finally looked around the church, blue eyes scanning swiftly. "All right, then, Adventurous ones. It's an easy game, or at least the rules are easy. I'm going to pick something, and you have to guess what it is! Ready?"
He found what he wanted, then grinned and looked back at them. Oh yes, this was going to be fun!
"I spy something.... yellow!"
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He hoped the girls liked this game. Soter still liked it, no matter how old it was or how old he was. And they were such good sports, too, just jumping into a game they'd probably never even heard of before. Adventurous indeed!
"Oh, that's good, Ayumi! But no, not the candle, and no, not the daisies! Try again!"
He grinned, winked, and then glanced with exaggerated slowness around the chapel.
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He had settled his blue gaze on the stain-glass sun in the window, shimmering its bright yellow light into the chapel, but when Ayumi said.... what?!
He stared at her, blinked hard, then stared at her sister when she charged that it wasn't nice.
"N... no, no, it's not nice at all. Where did you two even HEAR that?!" Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed with sympathy. What lives had these two led? What troubles, only because of the color of their skin? Were they running from that life, even now? Vacation, they said... Vacation, indeed.
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