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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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((KK))
Quincy shuffled about the palace hallways, a bundle of shimmering cloth in her arms. She had dresses and suits to make and very little time to make it.

Elliot was ushed out into the hall, right in front of a woman carrying a bundle of cloth. "I a so, so sorry!" He says right before she goes through his transparent body.

Elliot phased through one of the walls, appearing in the hall. He was bored with that conversation, so he left.

"Woah!" Andreas's eyes widened as the spirit went through the wall. Though he probably shouldn't have been surprised, he was being annoying and he knew it. He speed-walked out the kitchen door, where he assumed the other side of the wall was. He looked left and right and spotted the spirit floating down the hallway. He jogged to catch up with it. "So! What do you think of the palace?" he asked, overly cheerful.

Quincy thought she heard someone. She paused and looked back to see a man. He was talking to someone. She furrowed her brow. "Who are you talking to?" She asked him, her words crips and perfect as the slipped past her teeth.

Graci tilted her head, her smile growing. “Yes, it is quite odd. I suppose you can call it my nickname than anything else.”

Jericho finished the little carving with a satisfied grin. He had hoped he impressed her, even just a little bit. "I think I'll stick with Graci. Although, having the name of a Goddess suits you." His eyes burned mischievously as he looked back at her.

Graci chuckled softly, laying back into her bench again. “Thank you, dearest.” She winked at him.

M looked up at her. He looked angry.
“Yes. I am fine.”

"Honey… Are you upset with me or the hill?" Alison asked, reaching a hand out to help him up.

M fished away her hand and stood up, huffing and dusting himself off. “The hill. It has betrayed me.”

Alison chuckled. “Well, I’m sorry it has done so. How will you punish it for being so cruel?”

Graci chuckled softly, laying back into her bench again. “Thank you, dearest.” She winked at him.

Jericho perched on the foot of the bench and took a bite of his panini, "So what's a lovely lady like yourself doing out here alone?" He wasn't interrogating her, just genuinely curious. She seemed like th ekind of woman that would have hoards of men following her every step.

It was odd, yes, but a few men could be seen taking a second look at her long, thick legs. She was definitely #thicc.
“Oh, I’ve dealt with them.” She laughed.

((D–D–Damn. My kinda girl.))

Jericho eyed the few men that were currently oogling her. He flashed them a manic grin and let his blue flame dance in his eyes. A rather casual 'fuck off', that had them darting away. "Oh I don't doubt it. I'm Jericho by the way," He said glancing back at Graci, but being mindful to keep his eyes on hers. "A girl that can handle herself deserves a drink. If she'd let me that is."

Graci opened one of her shining, mysterious eyes. “Ah? Is a handsome man such as yourself asking me out for a drink?” She sat up to give him more space to sit. This mortal was definitely interesting.

Alison chuckled. “Well, I’m sorry it has done so. How will you punish it for being so cruel?”

Jericho didn't move any closer, deciding on being respectful and keeping his distance. Something about her had his instincts on high alert. Instead he gave her a confident smile and simply said, "Yes. Yes I am."

M glared down at the slick hill, huffing. “I’m not sure.”

Graci curled her legs up snugly, her eyebrows raised up slightly. “Well, I am rather intrigued by your bravery…. very well. I will allow you to take me out.”

"You could just pretend it didn't happen," Alison suggested with a shrug. "Maybe it wanted a reaction out of you, so that would be the best retaliation."

M blew a brief raspberry and turned his back on the hill and continued walking down it.
“Yeah, I’ll get my revenge eventually.”

"Of course, dear," Alison agreed, holding back her laughter. "And I'm sure it'll be great."

M glowered at her, knowing the laughter that hung back in her mind. It made one think if he was a powerful Demigod Mind Reader.

Alison glanced over at him and smiled. "Sorry, dear… I always forget you know what I'm thinking."

M huffed again and stormed to the bottom of the hill, not bothering with how long his strides were until he stopped at the bottom. He crossed his arms, still prickling slightly with anger at the hill.

Alison walked down after him, not really caring if she had to catch up at the bottom. She was just glad to be with M after all their time apart.