Daughter of Zeus?

Summary:
September 23 2014: A bad boyfriend situation gets complex at Kate's shelter

Kate's Shelter

A shelter for battered women, just on the right side of the tracks, though not by much.


Characters

NPCs

  • Pruor the Valkyrie
  • Maenads
  • Satyr

Mood Music:
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Fenris… is a bit uncomfortable in places like this. It's sort of not the expected thing, that a spirit would be using mortal resources like this but word in the magical grapevine was that one of the Valkyries had a really, really bad break with some satyr or other and that it'd gone so poorly for her that the normally proud warrior woman was hiding at a battered women's shelter. Which, he supposes she technically was it's just so… unexpected.

This may go poorly for him to. He knows he gives off a 'predatory' kind of vibe and around places like this that tends to put people on the defensive. Still, Pruor had been a decent sort of Valkyrie and not directly involved with his imprisonment so Fenris kind of felt like he owed it to her to check in on her and see what he could do about this greek jerk.

-

The Eleanor Bishop Memorial Shelter is in one of those neighborhoods where the up and coming improvements butt right against the more dangerous areas of town. Close enough for the women who need it to find it, far enough to offer at least a veneer of respectability. Since her mother's death, Kate has been involved with the shelter, and in recent years, she's taken to offering some self-defense courses to the women there. Just in case they find themselves needing it.

She's just wrapping one up when one of the women who works in the front comes and whispers something to her. Brows rising, she follows the woman out to the lobby, looking at the man who waits there. "Hi," she says cheerfully. "You were looking for someone?"

-

A lean faced man giving off 'predator' vibes turns to look at her, canting his head slightly. She seems… so very young. But then, most mortals do. Part and parcel of being two thousand plus years old. Well, more than, but two thousand years on planet. "Yes. Miss Prusilla Freyasdottr." The names people come up with to fit in. At least he finally got the hang of picking relatively normal ones. Jeremiah is old fashioned but it doesn't make people look at him funny.

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"Pru's not really taking visitors right now," Kate says as if it's the most normal thing in the world, crossing her arms over her chest like someone much larger and more intimidating than she actually is. Not that her smile falters for even a moment. "But I can take a message for you if you want." Pru is actually enjoying the punching bag that Kate makes sure the center has available, but she's not going to point that out just yet. "Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Kate," she introduces herself, stepping forward and holding out a hand.

-

The lean faced man reaches out to shake her hand. "Pleased to meet you Kate. If you could tell her that Mister Wolfson sends his sympathies and would like to help in any way he can, I'd be very much obliged." He's very much hoping that she'll actually go tell her, or send someone to, since he'd really rather not make another trip out here if it can be avoided. He's still got his hands full with demon summonings to squash.

-

"Wolfson?" Kate echoes, tilting her head. "And your first name?" She turns on that polite smile, stepping over to the desk at the front and rummaging for a notebook. She keeps an eye on the man as she moves, though she maintains that veneer of friendliness.

-

"Jeremiah." 'Wolfson' offers to kate as she moves over to the desk. Something's tingling on the edge of his senses. Something that isn't his errant Valkyrie. He's not sure what it is yet, but this already odd trip just got a whole lot more interesting. "I do hope I've come to the right place. I didn't really take notes when I heard she'd had boyfriend problems." Or was it husband problems? He's fairly sure she didn't up and get married to a satyr but he's seen dumber things.

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"I'll look into it. If you could just sign in here, Mister Wolfson," Kate says with another smile before stepping back into the back area where she left the Valkyrie working the bag. "Hey, Pru?" she calls in quietly, leaning against the doorframe as she looks in. "There's a Jeremiah Wolfson out front saying he wants to see you. Do you need me to send him out?"

-

Pru looks up from her very, very sweaty workout. Her blond ponytail is a bit messy now and she's covered in sweat, all six foot two of her. "Wolfson?" She pauses, frowning. "I don't know a Wolfs-" She cuts off and her eyes go wide. "No… he wouldn't come to visit me here? How did he find me?" The question is curious and not panicked but depending on how perceptive Kate is, it might be taken as such.

-

"Well, that was sort of my question," Kate agrees, glancing back over her shoulder toward where she left Fenris. "He's kind of…not a super soothing guy to have out there, you know? So I figured I'd check in with you before I did anything too crazy."

-

Pru looks carefully from Kate to the silouhette of 'Wolfson in the front room.' She bites her lower lip. "He can come back… but maybe you should sit in and… maybe not… where anyone else is?" She doesn't know exactly why Fenris came to find her. The fact that he hasn't tried to tear the place up yet bodes well but… well he does have a rather dire reputation.

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"Sure," Kate nods to the woman, tipping her head toward another room down the hall. "We'll use the conference room, yeah? I'll meet you over there." She watches Pru for a moment, careful, before she heads back to the foyer to nod to Fenris. "So, she says she'll talk to you," she informs the man with a small smile. "But we've got some rules here, yeah? No yelling, no name-calling, no hands on. Any of those happen, and we escort you out and start the proceedings for a restraining order. All clear?"

-

Fenris is trying not to look amused. It's not the fact that Kate's serious. He expects that. Its the fact that she thinks he'd be here to call Pru names or put hands on her. "Of course. Lead the way Kate." He's quite happy to follow quietly. He may be less quiet when he finds out exactly what Pru's last squeeze did to her.

-

Kate leads the way to the conference room, a warmly lit space with a wide table and well-padded chairs that aren't really suited to being picked up and thrown around. There's a tray of cookies on the table, someone's baking project, and as she steps inside, Kate goes to lower the blinds.

-

Fenris makes himself comfortable in a chair and a few moments later 'Prusilla' arrives and stands near Kate. There's some fairly obvious awkwardness going on, at least on the blond's part. Fenris himself is simply regarding Pru with a mix of amusement and concern that's kind of odd itself to see.

"Soooo… um… nice to see you again." Pru starts. "Been a while…" She glances over to Kate, not sure how to go about this.

-

Kate lowers the blinds, then drops herself into a seat, propping her knee against the edge of the table and pulling out her phone. Nothing to see here. Just monitoring the situation. In case the Valkyrie needs protection from the god-wolf. If only she knew. But it's possible she's searching Jeremiah Wolfson in her phone while she pretends to be a sullen teenager.

-

Depending on how questionably legal Kate wants to get she can find quite a bit. At the very least she can find that the man is a Park Ranger and wildlife expert who apparently spends a lot of time dealing with troublesome animals in various parks across the state. He's also listed as a benefactor of the Bronx Zoo along with a lot of wealthy people. He doesn't exactly dress, look or particularly act upper class though.

"So, why don't you tell me what happened?" The god-wolf rumbles. When the blond looks Kate's way he shrugs. "If you trust her, sure."

Pru sighs and turns to Kate. "I'm… really sorry. I've violated your hospitalty, I'm afraid."

-

Kate's just doing a surface skim on the phone, enough to look up and arch a brow at Pru's statement before looking between the pair. "Unless you've brought someone's ex here, I'm pretty sure violated hospitality is the whole point of this place, Pru," she assures with a small smile. "Are you the ex of someone here who intends them harm, Mister Wolfson?" she asks, turning a steady look on Fenris.

-

"I'm not the ex of anyone who has been alive since before you were born, Kate." The Old Wolf chuckles.

Prusilla straightens up and sighs before doing a little… float, right there in the room, about a foot off the ground. "My name isn't Prusilla. It's Pruor… and I'm not… er, originally from around here. I really did have a bad breakup though. That was the truth." And the bruises she'd come in with had been quite real.

"I understand," Wolfson starts in. "That this was some Greek?" It means perhaps something different to Fenris and Pruor than to Kate, at least at this point.

Then again, she does know Phobos.

-

Well, that merits putting the phone away, at least. Kate tucks her phone back in her pocket, sitting up a bit as her gaze sharpens on the pair. "This is a place for anyone who needs a safe place to be," she says slowly, though sincerely. "So if you're having a problem with someone who hurt you and need a chance to get back on your feet, then there's no reason you shouldn't be here." Fenris' question, though, gets a sharper look, head tilting. "Greeks seem to be multiplying these days."

-

"Aren't they though?" 'Wolfson says mildly.'

"Er, Mister Wolfson is… not exactly an old friend. He's… well, I'm a Valkyrie if you hadn't guessed and he's…"

Fenris picks up where Pru trails off. "Something of a monster. But you have my word that I'm not here to hurt anyone. Pruor and I had… not antagonistic relations in the past which is more than I can say for most. So when I heard she'd had a problem I came to find her." Back to Pru. "Who was it?"

"Some Satyr. We had a real good thing going for a couple decades and then he got all weird on me…"

"Mmmmhmmm…" That prickling on the back of Fenris neck is getting bigger. Kate may be able to feel it now too.

-

Kate Bishop eyes Pruor for a moment, speculative. "Aren't Valkyries supposed to be…you know, sort of death omens? What with the choosing of the slain and all?" Maybe that's what's giving her that odd feeling at the back of her neck. Slowly, she pushes up out of her seat, moving to the windows to peek out through the blinds with a slight frown. "Are you guys giving off some sort of nervous vibe?" People should be more concerned than this when they run into Norse gods, shouldn't they?

-

"And conductors of the Honored Dead to Valhalla… not that there's been much call for it lately." Pru pauses and looks around. "No I'm not."

Fenris is on his feet. "Mmmmmm. Something's out front, Kate." He turns to look in that direction. "I do believe it's a bad boyfriend…" There's a slight growl in his voice now, one that's more than just an upset man.

-

Kate pauses at Fenris' description, opening the door from the conference room. "Then we'd better go out and scare him off, don't you think?" she suggests to the pair, pausing in the hallway to pull bow and quiver out of her gym bag. Equipment: Never leave home without it. "But hey, no dragging me off to Valhalla or anything, okay? Way too young to die," she calls over her shoulder toward Pru.

-

"Are you sure?" Pru calls back. "You'd make a pretty damn good Valkyrie if we just bleached your hair…"

Fenris snickers as he accompanies Kate out front. Standing out front is a slender, actually rather good looking young man with a pointed beard standing with… the best way to describe them is feral women. Their clothes are in tatters and they look drunk, but no less violent or dangerous for that.

"Great. Maenads…"

-

"I am so not going blonde," Kate calls back to Pru with a smirk, stepping out behind Fenris to get a look at the opposition. "Maenads," she echoes. "So…crazy, angry drunks. Super." She glances over her shoulder at her quiver, considering for a moment. "Any good known weaknesses, or…?" Trailing off, she looks back to Fenris. He's the guy who knows, right?

-

"No, and they're strong but not particularly tough. Mostly they're just nuts. You can expect them to ignore pain."

"Where's my sweet little flower?" The sole male among the group calls out. Fenris draws a two foot oaken rod from under his coat and twirls it a bit. "Do you want the girls, or the irritating bad boyfriend? He's… supernatural, but not overwhelmingly so. If your'e any good with that thing." He hitches a nod toward the bow. "I'll bet you can take him. Just don't let him ensorcle you, mmm?"

"Yeah, I'll take the billy goat gruff here," Kate says as she draws out an arrow with a tazer tip on it, nocking it against the string. "Not gonna feel really bad if I put a few holes in him. Just like all the rest of them," she adds with a sigh. "I'm really going to have to talk to someone about getting better security around here."

-

"If you're not too attached to your wallpaper I can at least cut some basic wards for you." Fenris starts to advance on the ravening madwomen. "When we're done here."

The Satyr in man's clothing smirks. "Really, poppet, what do you think you're going to do with that?" The voice carries power. Writers talk of honeyed words. That feels like almost the literal truth here, the sound of them sweet beyond any reason.

Which may or may not just piss Kate off.

-

"Less attached to the wallpaper, more don't want to freak out the ladies," Kate grins at Fenris, answering the satyr by loosing her arrow directly at him. "Poppet?" she echoes, indignant. "If that's the best you've got to woo people, you are so far behind the times, you probably think I'm being sassy with these exposed ankles."

-

The Saytr's retort is cut off by the sudden jolt on his chest. Fenris is doing his best impression of Lord Sauron from the movies. With the gale rod commanding the winds he can toss the Maenads around like rag dolls. It doesn't stop them from getting back up and rushing him again, but it does keep them off Kate.

The Satyr picks himself up and eyes the archer. "Little daughter of Zeus mmmm? Perhaps I set my sights too low with that Nordic woman…"

-

"Nope," Kate replies lightly, picking out another arrow. "Though I'm sort of seeing the son of Ares. Sort of. And really, if I had to pick one, I'm kind of partial to Artemis." She shoots again, this time with a higher arc to the shot, and the next arrow deploys a net as it comes down to the satyr. "Or Athena."

-

"I prefer Athena." Fenris supplies helpfully as he tosses increasingly very tired Maenads about the street. It's almost like he's conducting a symphony now the way the rod rises and falls in his hand. "Or Nike! You could do a good daughter of Nike."

The saytr picks himself back up again from being tased only to be netted. "You know, normally I have to catch the women I chase and not the other way around."

-

"The whole demigod thing's played out," Kate calls back to Fenris with a grin, pulling out a trio of arrows only to pause when she finds one in particular, dart-tipped. "Here we go. Time to take a nap, goat-butt." And the satyr gets another arrow, right into his goat-butt: tranq dart.

-

A Saytr's constitution does not, apparently, protect you from being tranqed because he goes down like a sack of potatoes. It's at about this time that Fenris gets tired of dealing with the Maenads's increasingly uncoordinated attempts to kill him, opens a Way to… it's probably best not to ask where, and hurls them all into it. In a minute or less he's just done with them.

"Well… that leaves the bad boyfriend… whom you appear to have handled."

-

"I seem to get a disproportionate amount of practice," Kate admits, eyeing the pile of sedated satyr. "I really need to talk to someone with a better publicity team about spreading the word. On the other hand, I heard Superman caught one a few weeks back. And then there was the guy who left a pile of dead goons out in the back. And the other guy who ended up kneecapped. I should just post a list out front. A line of signs."

-

Fenris tucks his rod back away in the little loop he has made for it. "Beat back enough trouble and eventually folks will get the message… that or bigger trouble will take it as a challenge. One way or the other…" He turns as Pru peeks out the front door, looking at the downed and netted satyr. "Handled." He calls back. "You really should make an effort to recruit her. Or well, I'd suggest trying harder but I'm not on very good terms with most of my fellows to begin with." And most of his 'fellows' could tell stories about the unassuming predatory man in front of Kate.

-

"Problem solved," Kate assures Pru with a small smile when the other woman looks out, stepping back toward the shelter. "Though it was nice to have Mister Wolfson's help," she adds, nodding toward Fenris. "Would've had a hard time with everyone at once."

-

Pru slumps in relief. "Thanks Kate." She murmurs. "Do you… mind if stay here another night or so? I need to figure out where I'm going next." Pause. "What are you going to do with him?"

Fenris looks over to Kate. What indeed?

-

"You can stay as long as you need," Kate smiles swiftly to the Valkyrie, turning back to eye the satyr for a moment. "Call Alex," she decides, a wicked grin curving. "I'll let the Greeks deal with the Greeks. Though if that won't do, I'm sure we can figure something out. Bottom line, this is a safe place. And it's going to stay that way."


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