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    A Fateful Coffee Run (Medeia)

    Diana Winchester
    Diana Winchester

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    Experience : 4,659,016

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    Post by Diana Winchester 12th February 2024, 12:45 pm

    -Capital Crocus, 9:06 P.M.-

    Dressed in a lavender t-shirt and black skirt with black thighhigh stockings and white tennis shoes, Diana was in her new form under the alias "Jane Wesson" and walking through the quiet city streets... or as quiet as a city like Capital Crocus could get. In any case there were not too many people around and there was enough space on the sidewalk for her to walk unimpeded by fellow pedestrians. In her right hand was a to-go cup of double espresso from Capital Coffee and it was three-quarters full.

    Diana had went out for a late-night coffee run while disguised as Jane and no one had suspected that the blue-eyed blonde standing before them was Diana Winchester, not even her longtime acquaintance Jasmine DuClare, an employee of Capital Coffee and the employee who had served her. The blonde mage had acquired the ability to change into her new appearance shortly after her return from the space station her Infinite Improbability Chronometer had taken her to. Diana did not know how exactly she had gotten the form, but the new look was perfect for fooling longtime acquaintances... she would use it whenever she wanted to travel the city in peace without having to deal with anyone. Being able to change between appearances at will without requiring any special tools was a handy skill that Diana would make frequent use of in the days to come.

    While on the space station Diana had thought about her family and how disconnected she felt from the rest of the world. One of the only people she felt any real connection to was Aliarey Casidy, a fellow Guildless mage and longtime friend of hers. The other was her older sister Lucia, but they had not seen each other in years and part of Diana did not want to see her again because she was afraid of what Lucia would say if they ever met. The younger Winchester was afraid that her sister might be able to see through her facade and see that she was just an empty shell who was good at pretending to be human.

    As Diana walked past a tall office building of some sort she took a drink of her coffee and passed by one of the few other people she had seen, a black-haired young woman with brown eyes wearing a pink jacket over a gray tank top and gray sweatpants with white tennis shoes. The blonde thought for a moment that she had encountered her acquaintance Amber, but that was not the case because Amber's eyes were not brown. Diana took another drink of her coffee and mused for a moment about the quality of the beverage, which was as high as it had been since she started patronizing that establishment.

    Tonight was a good night so far. The weather was noticeably cool but not cold, there was not a single cloud in the clear night sky, and there were few pedestrians on the streets; all of those factors combined to make for an enjoyable evening for the blonde. When she eventually got home she would go to sleep, wake up, and look for a job so that she could earn the money needed to support herself and save up for a trip to Crescent Island. Once upon a time Diana had wished that she could go there on a vacation with Lucia, but now she was more inclined to either go by herself or go with Aliarey as her guest.

    As she walked Diana found herself thinking about what might have been had her family not died from drinking poisoned wine at a family banquet over four years ago. Maybe she and Lucia would have remained close instead of becoming estranged, but that was not a given. Perhaps they would have drifted apart anyway due to Diana getting older and wanting to leave the family home to make a life for herself away from their abusive mother. Another possibility was that both Winchesters might have decided to become freelance mages; perhaps they would have even worked together from time to time. Still another possibility was that some of the other Winchester sisters who wanted to travel the world might have joined forces with Lucia and Diana to form a team.

    There was no telling how things could have gone had almost all of the Winchester family not died on that night.

    Diana's Face and Hairstyle as Jane Wesson:

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    Medeia
    Medeia

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    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
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    Posts : 4863
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
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    Experience : 9,128,756

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    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 13th February 2024, 5:36 am

    There was another brooding mage wandering the streets that night, an incredibly familiar person to anyone who was aware of what was going on in the magical world. Medeia made no effort to hide her appearance and her outfit was rather eye opening compared to those who she passed. Normally, her gaze would constantly be on the move, eyeing up potential guests for the evening and beyond but as it so happened, she was in the mood. Instead, her lavender eyes focused only forwards, musing about her last couple of encounters with her fellow mages. There was a time where it had been so easy for her to be able to extract information from those she captured but now? It was all so difficult. Was she losing her touch? Was her heart not in anymore? Just what was going on?

    Her thoughts were primarily focused upon Lucia, the last mage that she had spent an evening with. She had been such a rarity, a mage who had not been corrupted by the darkness that all mages of power were forced to face at one point or another. There was only so far that a wielder of magic could go before having to abandon something in order to grow further. Yet, the legal mage had seemed to have been able to negotiate that hurdle without any issue. Perhaps Medeia had underestimated the resolve of those who walked a different path from her. Lucia was one of the sweetest mages that she had ever met and honestly, Medeia felt nothing in the way of frustration towards her for refusing to reveal much to her. The Warlord had declined to push the matter and that was partly what bemused her. In the end, a smile crossed her face though, musing that Lucia had a unique charm that had managed to bewitch the dark mage.

    There were a few people about and more than once did she hear the sudden increase in footstep speed as they looked at her. They knew who she was and that alone was enough for them to move just a tad faster. It was a pleasant feeling in a way, knowing that she could inflict such anxiousness from her presence alone. Not once did anyone try to stop her from visiting the capital now and Medeia believed she knew why. They knew what could happen if they tried to engage her in the middle of the city and the dark haired woman was more than capable of turning the place to dust if she wished. So, there appeared to be some kind of accord. No one bothered her and in return, she did not bother the establishment. For tonight at least.

    Her attention was drawn to a scent that both amused and caused her to inwardly cringe at the same time. She knew what it was straight away and the eyes of the Warlord rose to find it coming from a cup held by a lovely looking blonde woman who was heading in her direction. For a moment, she thought that she might have wandered into an acquaintance by mistake but as it was, this woman was new to her. She seemed to be in a world of her own too and for a second or two, Medeia was not sure whether to engage her in conversation or not. Was she asking for another awkward and frustrating night by doing so?

    In the end, she decided to, chuckling slightly. “Another coffee drinker, huh? I seem to find them wherever I go these days.”

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    Diana Winchester
    Diana Winchester

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    Posts : 1292
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    Cosmic Coins : 0
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    Experience : 4,659,016

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    Post by Diana Winchester 13th February 2024, 11:20 am

    Diana was busy pondering how things might have went had her family survived the night that had claimed their lives and she was particularly focused on Lucia, the one who had held the family together through effort and sheer force of will. Diana wondered how her older sister's life would have went if she had not had any of the poisoned wine. Perhaps Lucia would have left the family home to finally start living a life without an abusive mother and two spoiled younger siblings terrorizing the less fortunate younger siblings. Or Lucia might have stayed in Bellum to care for the home she had been raised in and the deceased Winchesters who were now interred in the family crypt on the property.

    Lucia had been forced to be the de facto mother of the Winchester family since the real one was either too busy getting drunk or being drunk in her room. She had obviously not been ready for the multiple demands made on her, but the oldest Winchester child had risen to the occasion, if only because no one else would. Lucius and Melody were too focused on terrorizing their younger siblings to care about such trivial things like "responsibility" and "keeping a household running" and their father George was either busy at work or busy getting drunk at home, so Lucia had had to shoulder the burden ever since she was old enough to cook, clean, fold laundry, and do the numerous other chores necessary to take care of the family. According to the woman herself she had been working at that thankless task ever since she was ten years old.

    Diana wondered if any of her other older siblings would have stepped up to the plate if Lucia had left the family home to start her life. She could instantly scratch Lucius and Melody off the list... as Mother's Favorites they saw doing anything that helped others as beneath them. Perhaps Gloria would have stepped in to fill the void because she had been helping Lucia ever since she was old enough to do so. The two sisters worked together to provide meals for the family and Gloria had been taught by the blonde how to clean, sew, provide basic first aid, and perform other essential tasks. While she would probably have not been as good as Lucia due to not having as much experience as the latter, the petite brunette was the most likely candidate for the blonde's replacement.

    The youngest Winchester sister took a drink from her cup of coffee and the moment she lowered it she heard another female voice coming from in front of her. Diana saw the source and was momentarily surprised by who was speaking to her, but it did not show on her face. Standing in front of her was none other than Medeia, the Warlord Of Lust.

    "Medeia." "Jane" calmly greeted the Warlord, letting the latter know that the blonde knew exactly who she was dealing with. Diana wanted to point her towards the mall so she could buy some less revealing clothes, but Medeia might take offense to such a remark and take it out on Capital Crocus' citizens, so the blonde kept her mouth shut. Instead she focused on the boldness of the other mage.

    "You are a bold one to come here as you are." Jane calmly commented on the Warlord's audacity, which went far beyond just wearing a revealing outfit in public. Medeia was one of the most notorious Dark mages alive and she had sashayed into Capital Crocus like she owned the place. It was likely that no one expected her to be so audacious as to walk in a large city in broad moonlight without a disguise, a move which was likely a reason why the Warlord had gotten this far without encountering any opposition. Medeia was living proof of the phrase "Fortune favors the bold."

    Undaunted by the infamous mage, the blonde took a drink from her coffee as she waited for Medeia to reply to her.

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    Medeia
    Medeia

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    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 4863
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 505
    Experience : 9,128,756

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 14th February 2024, 6:40 am

    Raising an eyebrow in response to the woman, Medeia would push her thoughts to one side and focus more intently on the blonde girl before her. She was bold to speak to her in such a way and the Warlord was intrigued. Just who was this person who spoke to her in such a casual fashion? It was worth finding out and the dark haired took a step forward so that she was fairly close to the other woman. Not close enough to invade her personal space as such but enough to show that this individual had her undivided attention.

    “If anyone is overly bold, it would be you for speaking to me in such a way.”
    She uttered, a slight amused glint in her lavender coloured eyed gaze. “You are the first person tonight who has so much as uttered a word to me although I understand the reasons why they would not dare to. My reputation precedes me, it would seem.” She was not threatening or anything like that with her tone being so calm and tranquil that it might have almost matched the tone of the woman she was talking to.

    Taking a closer look at the blonde, Medeia would rack her brains in an attempt to try to remember her but in the end, she had to admit that this woman was new to her. The Warlord had come across her fair share of blondes, especially lately and for a moment or two, she mused that maybe she had come across someone who she could link to one of them. The witch was always searching for connections but for tonight at least, it seemed that she had hit a wall in that regard.

    “You seem to know a fair amount about me but I do not know anything about you.”
    She asked after a moment or two. “Who might you be?”

    The angel was curious enough to ask and already this woman was beginning to interest her. There was a calmness about her that intrigued the dark mage and she could not help wondering about just what move this woman might make if things turned awry. Was her calmness just a facade or was there more to her that met the eye? Medeia wished to know and the only way to discover was by prying a little deeper into the mind of the woman before her. Just who was she.

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    Diana Winchester
    Diana Winchester

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    Lineage : Divine Huntress
    Position : None
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 1292
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 4,659,016

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    Post by Diana Winchester 14th February 2024, 12:00 pm

    "You speak the truth. Your reputation is something people cannot ignore." Jane said calmly while ignoring the Warlord getting close to her but not quite close enough to alarm her. Diana glanced at the other mage and noticed that the latter was acting like she was failing to recognize her, which meant that the alternate form was doing its job of concealing her real identity. She just wanted to be left alone, but right now that did not seem likely to happen, not while Medeia was trying to figure out who she was. Diana was not in any hurry to enlighten her either.

    If Medeia learned her real identity there was no telling what would happen to her. Maybe the Warlord wanted to kill Diana to remove her as a potential threat to her plans, but there was little point in that because the blonde was no threat to the Warlord. Diana was content with her life as an ordinary Guildless mage and had no intention of going after the infamous Dark mage... unless the latter tried to hurt Lucia, tried to hurt Aliarey, or tried to hurt innocent people. Those three actions would compel Diana to become aggressive in defense of the few things in the world she cared about.

    When Medeia asked for a name Diana did not skip a beat because she already had one ready to go.

    "Jane Wesson." Jane calmly replied with her name. She had named her alias long before using it tonight, so she could quickly offer it to anyone who cared to ask. The blonde did not see why Medeia needed it, but the former just wanted to get on with this so she might get to finish her coffee in peace. However, she had doubts that it would be as easy as having a conversation before parting ways. Interacting with a Warlord seldom went well for the object of their attention and she wondered what exactly Medeia was after.

    Everyone had something they wanted and Diana was trying to figure out what the Warlord hoped to get out of this meeting. Whatever it was the blonde doubted that it would bode well for her. Maintaining the same calm that she had started the unexpected and unwanted interaction with, Jane took another drink of coffee while waiting for Medeia to speak again.

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    Medeia
    Medeia

    Administrator- Moderator- Main Account- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- 11 Sinner- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Demon Slayer- Dark Guild Ace- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- Jewel Grinder- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Obligatory Beach Episode- Sticking Around- Loyal to the Bone- Taskmaster- Halloween job event participant - Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Grand Master [2000]- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- X-Mas Event Participant- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 4863
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 505
    Experience : 9,128,756

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 16th February 2024, 5:45 am

    It was natural for other people to react to her presence, whether it be with fear, anxiety or anger but there was not much of that coming from the blonde woman before her. How strange. This individual seemed perfectly fine with having the Warlord in her close proximity without a care in the world. Why was that? Was she used to encountering dark mages such as herself? Was she so arrogant that she believed that she could overcome the Errings Rising Guildmaster? They were the questions that reverberated around Medeia’s mind for the moment and as usual, once questions started to form, it would not be long before she pursued the answers. This woman, Jane, had a different vibe about her than the others that she met recently, which was enough to arouse her interest.

    “Jane Wesson, hmm?” The witch answered, once again racking her brains for any sign of recognition, to no avail. When it came to mages, especially powerful ones, Medeia was rather keen on keeping tabs, whether it be through the delightful Sorcerers Magazine or her spies, so to find herself encountering someone she was unfamiliar with was rather rare. How did she know that this woman was a mage? All mages had an aura and for a woman of Medeia’s caliber, it was almost impossible to hide it from her. There was something here and not weak either. This woman might have been talking as though she was simply a run of the mill girl but the witch was slowly but surely becoming suspicious of that.

    “It is true that most have some kind of reaction when encountering me but I must confess that you are awfully calm about it.” She mused, uttering her previous thoughts aloud. “I cannot detect much from your tone of voice at all. Has anyone ever told you that there is an eerie calm about you?” It was not meant as an insult as such, more just stating something that the blonde probably already knew. “It seems as though you are almost as cold as ice. It intrigues me, as it is incredibly rare that those I meet do not either run for their lives or threaten me.”

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    Diana Winchester
    Diana Winchester

    Alt Account- Mythical- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Working Together- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Halloween job event participant - Richie Rich- Rich- Magic Application Approved!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- X-Mas Event Participant- Player 
    Lineage : Divine Huntress
    Position : None
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 1292
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 4,659,016

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Silent Reaper
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Diana Winchester 16th February 2024, 11:35 am

    Jane was not sure what Medeia was getting at with the question but kept her composure. Maybe she was banking on the blonde feeling guilt about using an alias and dropping the illusion to give her real name and show her real appearance before resuming the conversation. If that was the case Medeia would be hoping in vain. The blonde had lived a double life for so long that she was used to it... even after leaving her previous violent and morally corrosive occupation behind she had not abandoned the habits of being emotionally distant and keeping to herself. They kept her alive and would keep her alive for the foreseeable future.

    Jane took a drink from her coffee as she considered her response to the Warlord's remarks about how composed she was.

    The blonde supposed that Medeia was used to people running in terror and hoping that the Warlord did not feel like giving chase, suffering an intense and obvious panic attack, or screaming and begging for their lives. She also supposed that Medeia wished for her to do the same. Diana was not going to give her the satisfaction, but it was not out of spite. Diana just did not feel very much emotionally and could not put on the show the Dark mage might be expecting.

    "I have been told that before, Medeia." Jane replied in a steady voice bereft of sarcasm. Her statement was true. She had been informed of that character trait more than once and she had long ago accepted that. However, the blonde had a good justification for behaving the way she did... she tended to travel to the Cursed Lands frequently and the threats that called that area home did not show mercy to anyone, especially people who could not keep their fear under control.

    "Why does that interest you?" Jane made a sincere inquiry. She really did not get why being able to stay calm made her special, but she supposed that the Warlord was used to drawing stronger emotional responses than the one the latter was currently getting. Diana got the impression that Medeia liked to get strong emotional responses in order to feed her ego and feel the rush that came with asserting dominance over others without having to lift a finger by letting her reputation do the work for her.

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    Medeia
    Medeia

    Administrator- Moderator- Main Account- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- 11 Sinner- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Demon Slayer- Dark Guild Ace- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- Jewel Grinder- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Obligatory Beach Episode- Sticking Around- Loyal to the Bone- Taskmaster- Halloween job event participant - Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Grand Master [2000]- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- X-Mas Event Participant- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 4863
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 505
    Experience : 9,128,756

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 18th February 2024, 7:00 am

    “It is a rare occurrence and that is enough to interest me.” The angel replied simply, gazing at the blonde woman with a look that could have melted lead with its intensity. She was trying to get a read on the woman before her but it was proving incredibly difficult, as though the individual before her was made from stone. There was nothing stemming from her besides that eerie calm and Medeia pondered what she must have gone through in order to develop such a strong constitution. It aroused her intrigue, as well as increased her suspicions. An unknown mage of strength, wandering the world without there being any knowledge of her? It sounded far-fetched to her and Medeia was considering whether she should offer one of her famous deals. For now though, she refrained from doing so.

    She was also trying to get a hint as to the strength of the woman, trying to pick up on the minute fluctuations in her magical aura but again, it was rock solid. This mage was strong mentally, stronger than most and Medeia again just had to wonder what was going on in that head. Was Jane going to attack her for daring to walk the streets of the Capital? She seemed cold enough to be able to do such a thing without remorse and Medeia pondered if perhaps this woman was one who had walked a more similar part to her own. Jane almost behaved like a professional, one who was motivated by something other than just blind loyalty.

    In the end, she actually asked Jane precisely what she had been thinking about, attempting to perhaps discover something simply from how the woman responded. “So, here I am, a Warlord walking the streets of the Capital. What do you intend to do about it? Are you going to try and force me out? Reason with me? I confess that it is hard to read much from you.” Her tone remained casual enough, neither sounding intimidating or threatening, she was just trying to gauge something from the blonde coffee drinker.

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    A Fateful Coffee Run (Medeia) Medeia123

    Diana Winchester
    Diana Winchester

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    A Fateful Coffee Run (Medeia) Empty Re: A Fateful Coffee Run (Medeia)

    Post by Diana Winchester 18th February 2024, 11:45 am

    Jane survived the withering glare with ease and looked at the other mage with the same calm expression she always wore. If Medeia thought she was going to get what she wanted just by trying to look intimidating she would soon learn otherwise. The blonde had been through a lot worse than being in the presence of a Warlord... some members of her family had viewed her with undisguised contempt and had physically abused her for years on end, so someone glaring at her did not affect her at all. She took another drink of her coffee and mentally noted that the cup was half full before turning her attention back to the Warlord.

    Jane let the first statement go unanswered because she really did not have a good answer for it. Medeia had given an acceptable response and nothing else needed to be said on that subject. The blonde focused on the question that had been put to her, which sounded something like a challenge. Even though the Warlord's tone was not one indicating the gauntlet had been thrown down the phrasing made it sound like the other mage was daring the blonde to do something about her presence. If that was the case Diana did not take the bait.

    Diana supposed that by asking the question the Warlord might have been concerned about facing someone who was close to her power level. She also suspected that Medeia might have started the conversation with an aggressive tone if she had perceived that the blonde was unable to stand up to her. Diana was thankful that she was nearly as strong as the Warlord because she was better able to stand up to the latter... in theory, anyway.

    "Unless you threaten the city or its people or attack me first I see no need for us to fight." Jane calmly replied to the Warlord's question. If Medeia saw that statement as a threat that was her choice, but the blonde was being truthful. Diana had changed a lot from her earlier days when she was still involved in her previous trade; in the past she might have tried to take on the Warlord, especially if there was a bounty on the latter's head. Nowadays she would only act aggressively towards Medeia if the latter threatened to destroy a city, threatened to kill its people, or threw the first punch.

    After giving her answer Jane waited to see how Medeia would react to what she was told.

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