"Greece, huh. That's one I haven't heard before. What brought you here, then? It's not every day that someone from Greece corners me with a locket." Mozzarella fingers her sonic blunderbuss that hangs inside her belt carefully - it's loaded with poison darts, just in case.
(is the weapons too sci-fi?)
(hmmm yea i'll allow it)
Havenwood crossed his arms. "I'm here because you make special weapons and I want to offer you a job."
"A job, huh? Well, I don't need no job. That's why I make the weapons, idiot. Apparently, they don't have this kind of life in Greece, because you're bollixed at it. Why do you want me to make weapons, anyway? Greece trying to take over the world or what?" She raised her eyebrows, becoming more suspicious by the moment. "And where does the locket come in? I'm not a jewelry person, in case you can't tell."
Havenwood sighed and pulled down his hood. "Because. I'm a God. It's a direct order from Zeus for me to find a mortal with a select set of skills to assist me. I am Artemis. The God of Hunting and I require more weapons because Mt. Olympus is being attacked."
"What the f***."
Havenwood tossed his long, straight white hair out of his face and leaned against the door. His weird light gray and white pupils stared right at her as he crossed his arms.
"You heard me."
"I don't believe you, creep. Get away from me so I can pawn this thing." Mozzarella whipped out her blunderbuss and pointed it at 'Artemis'' head. "You got ten seconds to get the heck away."
Havenwood sighed and shifted his weight around. "Go ahead." No fear. Whatsoever. In fact, he sounded bored.
"Excuse you?" Mozzarella studied Havenwod for a couple seconds, then lowered the gun, making sure to keep it cocked. "You're not letting on. Something."
"I'm a God. I can't die." Havenwood said simply. "Plus, I can get you out of here."
"Okay, first of all, you're not a god, and second of all, I don't need to be gotten out. I got what I need right in this place. Soup cans and a rug. What are your living conditions, creep?" Mozzarella decided she wasn't going to call him anything other than 'creep' from then on.
"Do you want proof that I'm a God? Cuz I'll prove it." Havenwood straightened up off of the door.
"Try me." Mozzarella was a bit frightened, but she didn't show it, her dull green eyes flashing in the dark and standing rigid.
Havenwood pulled out, from nowhere, a beautiful bow and arrow. They were laboriously white and silver. It looked too expensive for Mozzarella to even look at.
"Oh, so you can kill people, but I can't kill you? Yeah, that's fair. Verrrryyy fair. And since you have those, what do you need me for? Not that you're actually from Olympus for anything - and a bow and arrow set aren't proof. You could'a bought that."
"No. I can't kill mortals with these." He shot an arrow and it went straight through her. "Proof?"
"What. The. Actual. F***."
Havenwood picked up his arrow and put it back into the bow. He leaned against the door again. "Now will you take me seriously?"
"……."
Havenwood's bow disappeared and he crossed his arms which were burly and muscular. "Well?"
"I'd rather not have anything to do with you. If you know what I mean. In conclusion, no."
"Fine. Give me back the locket and I'll choose some other deadbeat who can make weapons a chance at glory and riches." He stuck out his hand.
She studied the locket. "Why do I need this, anyway? I thought lockets were supposed to be personal and let monkeys fly if I'm related to you."
Havenwood snatched the locket away. "That doesn't matter. When you wake up tomorrow your memories of me and this instance will be erased." He stepped outside of the place they were in and glared over his shoulder as if wishing her a most painful death. "Good day."
"Hey! Wait up! I never said no…oh wait, I did. But hey hey hey! Why so hasty?" Mozarella let out a chuckle, following him out the door, clearly panicking.
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