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WHO: Kymopoleia & Briareos
WHEN: 1st of May
WHERE: Some dive bar
WHAT: Hello again
WARNINGS: tba

When Kymopoleia entered the bar, the first thing she knew was that Briareos was there as well. The last time that she'd seen him had been on Valentine's Day when a love arrow had made him fall for her and she'd had him swear that oath on Styx: that he would bring no harm to her.

She considered leaving, but she had to admit she was curious as to how he would act now. So she walked over to the table he was at and pulled a chair across to sit opposite him. "Been a while," she said as she sat down.

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Maybe she didn't hold the rage he did, but there was certain.ky enough to go around. He squeezed his hand around the other chair leg and snapped it with the strength he had the last with gritted teeth. The man stumbled off his seat nearly flopping down over the Titan. He got his balance after a wavy dance. Briareos just laughed.

"You find that funny you skinny little fucker?" Briareos pushed the stool out if his way to sit up.

"I do," he said feeling those arms trying to grow again. The last time with the hurricane he had felt them try to break loose. Now those tattoos on his arms started to move as if a snake was crawling up under his skin.

"Boys, boys, boys," Ky said, finishing her drink and then sighing up at them. "How about instead of messing up my brother, you come outside with me?"

She stood, all long pale legs and loose waves of red hair. "That's what you're actually interested in, aren't you?"

She looked past them to Briareos who was growing more than agitated by now. Sure she'd continue this fight inside if it came down to it, but she was sick of getting kicked out of bars. Might as well try and be allowed to remain at one of them in the city.

Briareos used the time to actually get up off his back, shoving the stool off of him like it was diseased. His arms felt funny like the muscles were trying to lock up or go in opposite directions. He couldn't tell if he was actually experiencing pain or the more agitated he grew a feeling of having more than the two arms at his sides. It had been so long, but he would hang onto that power (whether real or imaginary) because he felt stronger that way.

While Kymopoleia seduced the men outside the door he took what was left of his beer, bottle still in hand and followed out in a dark, slinky shadow.

Ky was pleasantly surprised when they actually decided that, yes, they would go outside with her. They were clearly not the brightest of men as they either thought that something was going to happen for them with Ky, or that it was a good idea to rape her in an alley way right after causing a scene in a crowded bar. Either option they were betting on meant they couldn't have had many braincells to rub together.

"Gotta say," she told them, "I appreciate you helping me not get kicked out of yet another bar." She looked past them to Briareos looking dangerous and for a moment doubt and panic passed across her face, not at the mortal men but at him.

But the monster had taken an oath, and tonight he wanted to hurt these boys.

She spotted the bottle in her husband's hand and said, "damn, I left mine inside. Guess I'll have improvise."

His walk was slow, his steps deliberate. There was no fear in his eyes, no pain, just feeding off the blood full of hate running through those men's veins.

"Don't stop..." His voice sounded threatening but the men laughed him off in their drunken stupor. "Oh fuck off you creep!" The big, burly, bearded one said approaching Ky as if he would rob her of something.

Briareos took his now empty bottle slipped from his hand, the neck tightened in his fingers. He slammed it against the brick wall, breaking it in half. With that sharp glass he swiped the bottle across the back of the man's neck causing a line of blood to spill out.

In Ancient Greece Briareos had made the sea storms and Ky had followed, her waves crashing down upon the doomed sailors. And now she followed again, snapping at one of the other man after Briareos had grabbed his.

She wrapped her fingers in his hair, yanking him backwards, strong and surprisingly, bringing him to his knees. Reaching he grabbed for her ankle and Kymopoleia slipped on the wet road, hitting the ground with a cracking sound.

He tried to grab for her, but Kymopoleia was thin and slippery and fast. Her knee connected with his face and he grunted in pain. She wished there were puddles near deep enough to drown him in. She only needed an inch or so; human lungs were fragile and easy to coax into breathing water.

The man Briareos had sliced grabbed at his neck frantically. As Briareos stood over him in a flimsy shadow, the man looked up to see his own blood dripping off the broken glass. His eyes were not scared as he reached for Briareos' legs aiming to get him off his feet like he had earlier. He succeeded in knocking him on his back, but not for the Titan's lanky leg swinging to his jaw and flipping himself back over like a writhing snake. That bottle made another slash this time against the man's face, clear across the eye. The man scream of pain. Ky had her hands full, but at his friends howl he wiggled from her and turned to Briareos.

"Mine," Ky growled, grabbing hold of the man who tried to move away from her. She leapt onto his back and he flailed, spinning to try and get her off as she clung like a starfish. "I'll drown you," she hissed against his ear. "You'll never breathe air again."

He shoved his back against a wall to try and dislodge her and Ky made an unf! sound of escaping air before putting her hands on either side of his head and then snapping his neck with a swift crack. Her body felt like it was vibrating, tides beneath her skin, and the man went down heavily, hitting the cement face first as Ky jumped off him.

Briareos clamped down on the man's ankle, getting on his own two feet and pulling him down the ally in a slow, maniacal way. The man struggled to break free of a grip that seemed impossible for someone so frail. Briareos cracked the ankle, dropping the thug's body with a flop into the pavement. He quickly lept on top, using his broken bottle as a means to finish off the job by making a terrible hack job out of the man's chest until he was just gurgling on blood.

Ky looked over at her husband and her smile was bright and bestial. It felt good to be in control again, to be a force unstoppable. His oath had freed her Kymopoleia from the present fear of him.

Kymopoleia had never been pleased with him ever. But, there was something about working together that he'd not quite ever experienced. They'd done it before when leaving Poseidon in the middle of Yosemite park after Briareos' own near death experience. They were inadvertently working together ever since. It was the first time it actually felt official. Eros' arrows behind them, it had put them both in a powerful position with each other instead of against each other. That was only ever something Poseidon could ever hope to have with his own marriage.

He crawled off the fat man, using it as leverage to get to his feet. Briareos was caressed in splatters of blood. It felt good to rip into flesh again. To not feel so frail and weak.

He wiped off a spot from his bottom lip, licking it off his thumb and dropping the shard of broken glass. His eyes met Ky's and it was the first time she stood in front of him not trembling with fear.

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