Lykaia’s Tuesday morning odd encounter(Ekaterina)
Date: 2025-08-12 11:46
(Lykaia’s Tuesday morning odd encounter(Ekaterina):Ekaterina)
[Tue Aug 12 2025]
On Washington Avenue/span
It is morning/span, about 87F(30C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Autumn and Sidney/span
Lykaia is sitting back against her bike outside NYX, looking down at her phone.
(Your target discovers a forgotten god trapped in a mundane object at a thrift shop or yard sale. The deity offers a single wish in exchange for freedom, but their definition of “granting wishes” follows ancient, literal rules that twist good intentions into nightmare scenarios. The target must either refuse and contain the god, or carefully word their wish to avoid catastrophe.)
It’s a hot day; Haven is steadily ascending from morning towards noon, and as Lykaia remains beside her bike, she notices that some way dow the street a yard sale is taking place.
It appears busy, with people coming too and frow, though outside of te crowd, there’s nothing so much threatening-looking. It appears to be the general removal of thrifted materials and household detritus. This far away though, Lykaia may not see more than the average through the general throng.
As Lykaia sits on her bike, she sees Ekaterina as she drives past the light, stopping close to Nyx, likely on patrol, and/or checking up on Lykaia’s home after the assault from the Keepers the previous day.
Lykaia upnods to Ekaterina. “Recovered AI core, Ekat. Would be good to see you Thursday. Was reminded today why we don’t trust civs.” the words are just plain brief, the sale does not seem to attract any of her interest by itself.
The kickstand set, Ekaterina clambers from her bike with a nod to Lykaia. She raises a brow, Lykaia afforded the chance to say more if she wishes, the simple comment of, “Civvies are usually issue, yes.”
As Ekaterina and Lykaia remain there, the sale continues, but there’s more than that. It’s not observable to most, but to those with tentative divine blood, there is a sense of a wish desiring to be fulfilled that drifts.
The wish is to be found– To be freed, and it is coming from the yard sale.
“Eh, you know how it goes.” Lykaia starts, pausing for a moment longer than is needed, and subconsciously giving a glance to the yard sale. “You tell them we do this, and also do this, and they don’t remember half of it. And then halfway through they decide to turn from pacifist to murderhobo. Makes no fucking sense.” She sighs and looks back at Ekaterina. “Tamar spies for Robert with him being her shepherd. We three do make a good team. She’s reliable. But it’s something we got to remember in our work.”
She bites a side of her lower lip, a little harsher. “Gained an opinion about Robert, too. Not a good one. Unsure if worth telling.”
Ekaterina shrugs a shoulder. The brunette likewise looks over to the yard sale, a light frown cutting through already ravaged features. “Civvies do not read the briefs handed out. Is to be expected, but cohesive team does not work well.”
Over at the yard sale, the likely cause of the sensation becomes visible. It sits in a pile of cast-off jewellery, somehow looking far too out of place, and with the occult understanding Lykaia has, she can easily tell that it is carved with arcane glyphs.
“Tamar is of course spy for Robert. Is only natural. Like with you, she head over heels with him as well as him being handler. But if you have issue, it help to share.”
Another shrug, and Ekaterina’s attention turns to observe the yard sale, where a small group leave, and an elderly couple step in. The elderly man rumages through the jewellery box and the piece that catches Lykaia’s attention drops to the table used to hold it, its full form now exposed, an ancient-looking bracelet in the GrecoRoman style.
“Yeah, with Bobby gone, the two figures I trust the most right now are you and Tam.” Lykaia mentions, staring off towards the yard sale. “I know what to expect from Tam and you’re an operative. None of the dumb whining. None of the complaining or unaccountable ohh, I don’t want to be accountable because I said Lykaia’s name to some random fuckbot-guy and she is clearly just lashing out.” She sassies and then deadpans.
A breathe later and she does mention to Ekaterina “Old guy is about to get a surprise. That thing looks out of place. Am not touching it, to stop them. But can see what the fuck’s about to happen there.”
Nodding to Lykaia, Ekaterina commentd dryly, attention on the yard sale, “Is sad. I am new and you not know me all that well. But I can see issue.”
The old man ignores the bracelet, coming away with something else, showing it to his wife. They too pay and move on.
The bracelet however. The bracelet lays on the table, discarded and ignored, almost as if it were making itself only visible to Lykaia and Ekaterina.
There’s a sensation of attention drawing, and though it doesn’t move, the bracelet is paying attention to Lykaia and Ekaterina. It’s a heavy sensation– telepathy, and it enters Lykaia’s thoughts as easily as a knife through butter. “I belong with you.” the voice whispers seductively. “You can take me, claim me, and all I need is one small thing. The bracelet is yours either way. One wish is also yours in exchange for my freedom.”
Suddenly, Lykaia rolls her eyes and she gives Ekaterina another look. “Fucking thing is talking to me, Ekat. Half of these fucktard artifacts can’t tell I’m not someone they can tempt. There’s nothing left they can grant me. And I don’t take too many quick exits to recover what I was capable of. Not stupid enough for it.” She lets out one of her sighs, and sits back against her bike and stars back at the bracelet. Just a little defiant.