Old Gods, New Tricks

[Gentle_Incubus]

((OOC: Haha, yeah, I know the title's cheesy. I'm going to just ignore it. ;3 This RP is open to anyone. Jump right in.))

Exposition
Culture. Culture is a thing that all tribes of humanity have in common. While the culture may differ from tribe to tribe, the fact that culture exists remains the same. These differing cultures also have many things in common with one another, things undeniably human.
On of these things is Mythology. Since ancient times, human have always felt and believed that there was something greater than themselves, and certain individuals would be chosen among them to attain greatness. Mythology, the foundation of Culture.
There are many things that mythologies all over the world have in common. Probably the most infamous of these would be the idea of Divinity. Deities. The Gods and Goddesses of Lore. From Zeus to Tezcatlipoca, from Odin to Amaterasu, humanity has this tendency to imagine these ethereal spirits far greater than themselves. Is this a coincidence, that all these people start to imagine and then worship these figures? Most specialists in the field that the practice was a way for humans to explain the unexplainable before the miracle of modern science.
But then, how is that that so many people were so devoted to a rather clear idea of who these "imaginary people" were? And as helpful as science is, aren't there still things, still mysteries, that have no scientific explanation?

The truth is, the Gods and Goddesses of old exist, and have existed for thousands upon thousands of years. The story begins at the beginning of humanity, when primordial energies now known as the Titans created life on this little blue and green ball of a planet. Evolution soon created man, and the Titans reproduced amongst themselves. The primitive humans were fearful of the Titans, and their great, almost uncontrollable power. The Titans had no love for Humanity, they simply were, as rage consumed forces of nature.

Humanity would eventually become the Titan's downfall, however. Afraid, and wishing very much to survive, the humans, gifted with a glimmer of intelligence, began to pray. It was this act, and those thoughts, that reached the minds of the youngest of the Titans, who reacted, taking on human-like shapes. These new beings were born with sympathy for Humanity, and drew power from them, and thus became the first Gods. They fought against their forebears, and banished the Titans to the Underworld, where they were to stay forever trapped in their prison.
Time went on, and the Gods intermingled with Humanity harmoniously. The Gods gave humans technology, and enlightenment, while humans gave them love, an emotion the Gods basked in, and that the Titans were incapable of understanding.

But as time went on, the Gods started to notice a pattern. Events that happened once before were happening again in endless cycles. Stories of myth kept on repeating themselves, and the repercussions were damaging to the humans. Not wanting their people to be harmed anymore than they needed to be, the Gods, of every pantheon, made a pact;
They would stay in the Overworld, and only visit the Middleworld (or World, i.e. our Earth) while in disguises, and forbidden to use their god-like powers (little tricks here and there are fine, but nothing to gain too much attention).
And that's how it was. Eventually, the Gods who had isolated themselves, found that their worship had all but diminished into oblivion, and they had become little better than bed time stories.

Which brings us to the modern day. Deep in the Underworld, an unknown malefactor crept into the Titan's prison and released them. Filled with fury, the Titans swore vengeance on their descendants, and stormed the Overworld with unparalleled malice. The Gods, of course, were taken off guard, but were still strong enough to hold the Titans back. However, holding them back was close to all they could do. The primordial energies of the Titans were too strong for the Gods, who were no longer gaining as much power from human worship, and the Gods knew that the spawn of the Titans, what humans call 'monsters' would stir from their slumber and terrorize humanity once again.

It was time to come up with a plan and make a choice. Gods would return to the World, and couple with Mortals as they did eons ago (for some reason, mortals are more fertile with deities than deities are with themselves) and birth Heroes. New Age Heracles's and Beowulf's. These godlings will fight the monsters of the World, and those worthy will rise in power until they become full-fledged Gods themselves. That way, the Gods can increase their own numbers, and stimulate worship to themselves.

This story, however, isn't about those Godlings, oh no. That's just the motivation for our protagonists; the Deities themselves. The Overworlder's are on a mission to find suitable Mortals to couple with, and get accustomed to the modern world which has changed so much. With all the modern-age excitements of this new world, some Gods or Goddesses may be convinced to stay...

((So, basically, you're playing either a Deity or a Mortal. If you want to play two characters, one mortal and one god, go ahead, I am. Hell, if you want to play twelve characters, all mortals or all gods, do that too. Oh no, now I'm rambling. Um...

Oh, also, this isn't exactly a rule, but if you're playing a Deity, please try and use a God or Goddess from an established pagan pantheon. Egyptian, Greek, Norse, etc. It doesn't have to be well known, but at least use someone I can look up on Wikipedia, k? ;3

Lastly, remember Deities, that even though you are divine, also remember that you have rules to. In regards to playing, the usual rules apply. No controlling other characters, no disregarding other people's posts, etc. Also, try to keep in mind that the Deities don't really want mortals to know what they really are. Like, you can tell they person you're coupling with [probably afterwards], and you can technically tell everyone in the world, but something like that might muck up the balance of the universe, which is sort of counter-productive. ;3

I'm sorry if these is getting too extensive or complicated, just wanted to put up some backstory so players know what's going on. From a casual stand-point, however, the summery is basically that the Gods want to make some babies, so they're going down to Earth to find some Mortals they like, and get busy.))

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Norse God of Fertility:
"What has happened to the World since I've been here last?"
The words clung to what appeared to be a young man's mind, as he sat at a quaint little cafe, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan. Ah, New York, one of the World's largest cultural centers, and one of the most diverse cities in the history of Mankind. It was an excellent place for an old God to catch up on the World's recent happenings.

Still, it was getting to be a little too much for Freyr, prince of the Vanir and Scandinavian God of Fertility. The air was too heavy, and an odd smog intermingled with the air. Freyr, of course, knew what it was, but he hadn't realized just how bad it has gotten. Is that what had happened to humanity since they ("they" meaning the Gods) left the Mortals to fend for themselves?

Yet, as a couple of beautiful young ladies, wearing their low-riding jeans and mid-riff shirts and jackets sauntered past, smelling of sweet fragrances, Freyr couldn't help but think that maybe the modern World wasn't all that bad.
The God, wearing a body which was merely a mortal version of his own divine manifestation, smiled at the pair of women who walked past. They smiled back, despite themselves, and immediately looked pleasantly flustered, despite themselves.

Freyr couldn't blame them. His smile was, of course, devastatingly charming, with a crooked, roguish charm. His face was strong and masculine, but still soft and boyish in the places where it should be. His eyes were large and baby blue, but with a sort of knowing confidence. He wore no facial hair, preferring the clean shaved look (much to the ridicule of his Norse peers), and wore his feathery, chocolate brown hair long and unkempt, reaching just to the base of his neck.
The rest of his body was, as to be expected to a divine creature, almost a work of art. Bearing the build of a linebacker, Freyr stood at about 6 feet with broad shoulders. Even underneath layers of clothes to protect him from the autumn chills, it was easy to tell that he was fit and well toned. The body of an athlete.
Always having been a creature of fashion, Freyr dressed sharp, but casual. A pair of denim jeans, a green turtle-neck sweater, a pair of polished wing-tip shoes, and fine suede jacket.
Large, strong hands gently held up the newspaper in front of him, and from time to time, he would reach over and take a sip of a masterfully brewed cappuccino, a delicacy, Freyr decided, he would have to indulge in more often.

It was a chilly October morning, and Freyr looked out into the busy street from cafe's veranda with wonder in his eyes. "What adventures await me, I wonder?" He muttered under his breath with a quiet smile. What adventures indeed.

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The Virtuous Stock Boy:
"Haha! Strrrike!" An enthusiastic arm pumped vigorously, as a carefully arranged group of 2 liter pop bottles tumbled over, all thanks to a frozen turkey (which was still rolling down the isle), which had been thrown by that very same arm.
The arm belonged to a one Elliot Marshal, a twenty year old kid currently attending med-school. He was of Irish descent, supposedly, sporting green, puppy-like eyes and black hair cut fashionably short. He had the build of of a med-student who took care of himself, fit though not overly toned or muscular. Just enough to allow him to do his future job effectively. All in all, he was handsome. People have told him so, though he never really gave it much thought. Looks weren't all that important to Elliot.
Right now, though, he wasn't a med-student. He was the stock boy for a grocery story belonging to a chain of well known grocery stories. It was getting to the end of his shift, which was the Graveyard shift, of which he spent two hours stocking shelves and doing inventory, and spending the remaining six playing Turkey-Bowling. As of yet, he was the undisputed champion, which was why he was doing his awkward victory dance.

Usually, the sacred victory dance was reserved for complete solitude, which Elliot believed he had. Though, time had gotten away from him, and he hadn't realized that the store was only fifteen minutes away from opening. As such, the loud, forced cough of his manager caught Elliot totally off guard, making him jump like a scared colt and turn around.

"Having fun, Mr. Marshal?" Mr. Vandemar was not a pleasant man to work under. Not that he was unfair, he was just... not fun. Now, he loomed over Elliot, a good foot taller than him, though half the width (Vandemar was a tall, lanky man, who was balding considerably I might add). He was taping his foot and had his arms crossed, like figures of authority do in the movies.
Elliot grinned, a wide, goofy grin that kids give when they know they're in trouble. "Um, yer, Mr. Vandemar. Um, Sorry. I didn't mean to forget your rule about Turkey Bowling so quickly. Um, I'll get this cleaned up right away."
Vandemar nodded, rather arrogantly, and waved a hand dismissively. "See to it that you do, then clock yourself out of here."
Elliot saluted, almost comically, and replied with a curt "Yes, Sir!" before getting to his duties.

Fifteen minutes later, Elliot's shift was over. With a heavy sigh, he wandered outside the big doors of the supermarket, his breath freezing on the air. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of work boots, and an old Rangers jacket. His hands were in his pockets, and he thanked God that he didn't have a class until one that afternoon. Enough time to catch some sleep.
By the time Elliot had gotten through his wandering thoughts, he was already at the subway station, waiting for his train.

 

[sfaigon]

Emma Stephens walked side by side with her best friend and sister, Casey Stephens. The two contrasted starkly with each other. Emma had bright blue eyes, golden hair that went just past her shoulders, and tan skin while Casey was the exact opposite of her. The younger Stephen sister have eyes the color of jade, jet black hair the same length as the elder, and pale ivory skin that refused to tan. The only thing the two had in common were their bodies: petite forms, long legs, an ass to die for, a breasts that were slightly more than a handful.

Their differences attracted the attentions of the street goers of a busy New York. Emma was deeply engrossed in a pet peeve conversation with her sister when both of them paused catching sight of a magnificent male specimen.

They smiled back at him and found themselves slightly flustered. Emma walked forward but Casey caught her arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked a blush forming on her face.

"Saying hi! You coming?" Emma winked at her flabergasted little sister and she walked over to the gorgeous stranger.

"Hello! I'm Emma and this shy little thing here is my little sister, Casey. Mind if we take a seat?"

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Norse God of Fertility:
This was a serendipitous turn of events, Freyr thought to himself. A moment before, Freyr had been sipping his cappuccino, thinking to himself and reading his paper. The next, he was being approached by two lovely women who looked vaguely familiar.
"Ah yes, that's right. They just walked past, haven't they?"

"Sit? Why of course." There was that smile again. It was the kind of smile that lit up a room and made people feel good about themselves. Though it wasn't Freyr's choice to have a smile like that. Either way, he folded his newspaper and rested it upon his lap, discreetly analyzing the two women before him. "A pleasure to meet you, Emma, Casey. I've only just arrived in New York, and not one person have said two words to me." They were both lovely women, indeed, but it would take more than that for Freyr to decide to couple with either of them. This wasn't a random, romantic escapade he was after, after all.
Still, the blonde, Emma, was certainly attractive, and reminded Freyr of his own wife in Asgard... But enough of those thoughts. Any more and he would start to feel homesick.
"I'll go ahead and consider myself lucky that my welcoming committee happened to be so charming." After speaking some, and listening to the people of New York, Freyr had noticed the differences in accents. His voice was a lot like melted chocolate, if one were to connect it to a metaphor. Rich and decadent and foreign. Also, it hinted at an accent. Norwegian? Swedish? Even Freyr himself couldn't be sure at the moment, as he had gone to great lengths to cover it with a practiced 'Neutral' accent. "My name is Frederick, by the way."

 

[sfaigon]

Casey shuddered behind her as the handsome stranger smiled at them. Emma however suppressed it well and smiled widely at him. She gestured at the seat in front of him and Casey slid in a seat followed quickly by Emma. into a different seat.

Casey was leaning to the side as Emma's head laid in her hands as she listened intently to the man's rich voice. She couldn't quite place his accent. It seemed rather... a mix of everything!

Emma stuck her hand out at him, her fingernails perfectly manicured.

"Well meet, Frederick." She lightly kicked Casey.

The younger awkwardly stuck her hand out as well. Emma's blues sparkled as she leaned back in her seat and lightly drummed her fingers on the table while Casey fidgeted in the chair next to her.

"I got a great idea." Emma leaned forward again. "Since all three of us are new relatively new to New York, what you do think of exploring it... together?"

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Norse God of Fertility:
Freyr accepted Emma's hand into his own with a surprising amount of gentleness for the size of his hands. Emma's hands were well groomed, and soft as cream. They were good hands, belonging to a person of integrity, Freyr found the longer he held Emma's slender digits as if he was handling a small bird.

Yes, Emma showed promise. The other girl, Casey, however, was a meek little think. Freyr made no illusions, the younger woman was just as attractive as her sister, and the God could tell that Casey was a good-hearted girl, but... somehow she managed to keep herself an enigma, behind an involuntary shield of nervous anxiety. In response, driven by an infamous curiosity, Freyr took Casey's hand and cradled it tenderly, and smiled in a friendly way, using just a little bit of his power to grant the young raven-haired woman a sense of calm and familiarity. 'Letting her know she can be herself,' as Freyr likes to call it.

Then Emma proposed a fantastic idea, to which Freyr looked pleasantly delighted. "A proposition I'd be a proper fool to decline." Freyr leaned back in his patio chair and took another sip of his drink. "I'm honored to be invited to share in the escapades of two lovely ladies."
Freyr then smiled, like a fox, and once again took Emma's hand, and gazed into her shimmering blue eyes. Divine power flowed from him and into Emma, a power of need. It wasn't strong, it will just be a tug at the back of Emma's mind, encouraging her carnal desires. It was his specialty, Freyr was a virility god, after all. Freyr had decided that he would have Emma tonight, she was more than suitable, Freyr wanted her (though at this point, in a fickle sort of way).
Casey was another story. Freyr played no such tricks on the dark-haired sister. He knew too little of her, but she also interested him. As Freyr thought about it, he wanted Casey as well, but yet, he hesitated.

"So," Letting go of Emma's hand, Freyr once again settled casually in the patio chair and turned his attentions to both women, "I suppose we'll need a destination, won't we?" He smiled, a big, toothy thing in place of a laugh, but just as joyous.
"And, if we're to be 'exploring' New York, as Emma said, we should probably get to know each other a little bit better. Might I ask what it is you two do? As in, for a living?" Freyr listened intently to both women, his only distraction the cappuccino, which he hurried to finish so that the trio may start their adventure.

 

[sfaigon]

Stephen Sisters

Casey felt different when she took the stranger's hand. His hand engulfed her's. Where before there had been a anxiety and a little fear, Casey only felt calm. She smiled and leaned on her elbows, with her head in her hands, mimicing her older sister's position exactly without even knowing it. She silently observed the handsome stranger as he took Emma's hand into his own. A strange jealousy flitted briefly through her mind at her sister's special treatment, but she squashed in down quickly.

Emma, on the other hand, was positively squirming in her seat after he released her hand. His mere proximity caused her to want to... what? She shook herself mentally and put on a winning smile to cover her laspe in conversation.

"We'll be honored to have you. Snow White," she nudged her sister in the ribs," and I were thinking about visiting Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty."

She opened her mouth to answer his next question, but Casey beat her to it, which was odd enough, but she seemed to be blushing slightly, which was even odder of her. Emma kept that in the back of her mind for later reference.

"Well... where to start? Me," Casey gestured at herself, "I'm an accountant and I work for the firm, Longston and Hughes, an office of Law." Then she put an arm around the blonde sister. "And this person here is a dance instructor back in Miami, Florida."

It looked as if she was to speak again, but this time it was Emma who cut in, vying for the handsome stranger's attention.

"Yeah, we're spending a few weeks together. I haven't seen my baby sister in a long enough time. And to think that we were inseperable as youths" Emma nuzzled the dark-haired sister's cheek fondly.

"What do you do?" They asked in unison and laughed.

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Norse God of Fertility:

"Ah, Lady Liberty." Freyr noted to himself, almost wistfully, staring into the sky. "I wonder how many 'liberties' she really favors? Probably not the interesting ones." Not like myself... The god silently chuckled to himself, as he mulled over the idea with great amusement.

Soon enough, however, Freyr was brought out of his musings when the Stephen Sisters addressed him. He listened with a pleasant intent, stowing the information in his memory and making careful estimations on how a child of his would grow under either of these two women and their chosen professions.
Or, at least he tried, though he found the task growing gradually more difficult as his eyes drank in their tempting curves and luscious features. Before long, Freyr had realized that he had become less concerned with siring a child, than he was with actually being with these two women intimately. A growing hunger which Freyr was well known for.
Fate had a hand in this, no doubt, sending two women who would just so happen to bait Freyr's desire.

These thoughts were interrupted, however, as Freyr's own inquiry was turned against him. The ladies asked at the same time, and laughed which Freyr found to be infectious. So he grinned, almost like a school boy, and thought carefully on his answer. He hadn't exactly thought on it, he admitted to himself, though his calm demeanor portrayed no sign of panic.
"Me? I am a..." A slight pause, though with the wily smirk that came along with it, and the shrewd glance towards Casey, it only served to add effect. "Biologist, I suppose. I work with plants and animals. Though you could probably also call me a sort of Sociologist." At that, Freyr couldn't help but laugh. It was a hearty, masculine, though without the obnoxiousness that most males find they cannot eschew. "I am awfully interested in people's reactions to the acts of others. Particularly..."
Another pause, and Freyr gently grazed the end of his index finger along the side of Casey's wrist, and dove his gaze into Casey's eyes. "...their physical reactions." Before turning to Emma's attention once again and took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles and grinning like a man without a care.

It was then that a cab just so happened to pull up, and Freyr's cup just so happened to be empty. Sometimes it was great to be divine.
With a look of absolute bemusement, Freyr turned his attention to the cab and motioned towards it. "Well, how convenient! I've had such a trouble attracting those before, and now one just happens to be before us. Perhaps a greater power approves of our journey, no?" And with that, Freyr rose from his seat and sauntered over to the cab door, opening it like a proper gentleman. With an over-the-top bow, he presented the back seat of the vehicle. "Shall we?"

 

[sfaigon]

Casey gazed at him, totally enraptured in his charming persona. Her breathing came slightly faster when his finger trailed along her wrist. There was a slight tug and she struggled to pay attention as short fantasies played out in her head, all of them with this handsome, dark man. She never even noticed when his motions changed.

Emma, however, noticed all to well when he took her hand. She smiled bashfully as his thumb played over her knuckles. Just then a cab pulled over and attracted the trio's attention.

"Of course." Casey replied quickly. She lagged behind slightly, hoping to sit next to Fredrick.

Emma saw her motives immediately and pushed her sister into the cab. The dark-haired sibling protested softly before sitting down with a few muttered words. The elder slid into the middle seat and patted the one next to her.

"Come on, Fredrick. I won't bite." A mischievous glint in her eye told otherwise. "Unless you want me to."

She seemed taken back by her words and managed to stammer out a few apologies as he got in and the car door opened. Casey leaned forward slightly to speak with him.

"So what brings you to New York? Are you here for business? Or pleasure?" She place extra emphasis on pleasure.

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Norse God of Fertility:

Even though he was divine, Freyr was not above the inflation of ego that came with two beautiful women fighting over him. Not that this was fighting, but he figured each struggling for his attention could be considered as much, right? Either way, Freyr was reminded on why it was so much fun{/I] visiting Midgard. Though, he reminded himself to be careful. It was not in his nature to ruin lives and relationships, and the last thing he wanted was to come between these sisters.
Though such concerns can, for the moment, take backseat to his more immediate desires.

Speaking of backseats... "Hm, not the most frightening idea..." Freyr replied casually, sliding into the back where he was beckoned. Closing the door behind him, Freyr buckled his seat belt and addressed the cab driver.
"To the Ellis Island Ferry, if you please? Sight seeing happens to be on our agenda." And with instructions given, the cabbie shifted into gear and they were on their way.

The cab didn't smell like old cigarettes and dust. Instead, it was more like the scent of a pine forest in the morning after a night of rainfall, subtle but crisp. It was a cool, but welcoming smell, but there was also something... else. The smell of pine was merely Freyr's natural smell, but now that he and the women he wished to couple with were in such close quarters, he decided to mix up his strategy. Call it pheromones, call it a divine power, but Freyr consciously released something into the air, a scent that no one can really identify, but it was potent. It's effect was to gradually increase the libido of any woman close to Freyr, to heighten their senses and desires. Freyr simply calls it his 'animal magnetism.'
"Why?" Freyr began, staring into space thinking on his answer. He stretched his arms across the back of the seat in a casual manner, though his intentions could not be more purposed. The gesture was, in and of itself, and embrace of Emma. But while Emma was focused on him, Freyr lightly, teasingly, drew his finger along Casey's collar and base of her neck. His touch was profoundly sensual. "Officially, business. But that doesn't mean pleasure is entirely out of the question."
And Freyr smiled, a mischievous, sly smile, and (via another of his godly tricks) gazed deep into the eyes of both women.

 

[sfaigon]

Stephens Sisters

Emma shot her sister a look of triumph as Fredrick slid an arm around her shoulders. She normally would never have allowed this but something was different with this stranger. He seemed sophisticated, powerful, and smelled so good! There was a burning desire in her core that spread out to engulf her whole body gradually. It was all she could do not to take the stranger in the taxi, consequences be damned.

Casey was affected too but on a much smaller scale. She watched jealously as her sister leaned into Fredrick's side. Why does she always have all the fun? The raven-haired sister whined mentally. Guys always want her...

Then he looked at her. His smile sent butterflies to flutter in her stomach and her heart leapt to her throat to strangle any words. Fredrick's gaze penetrated her to the depths of her soul. She managed to smile back, flustered beyond words.

The blond sister was leaning against him, and she loved how he felt. He was so large, powerful, and his protective warmth set her at ease. And his eyes... they seemed to brim with a barely contained presence. It was as if he was a god among men, a hero of old.

He sure had the build... Emma thought as she gave him a wicked smile in return.

"You can always incorporate pleasure into any business transaction." She offered.

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Norse God of Fertility:

What was this feeling? A sensation Freyr had not felt in the longest time, an strong urge to do something compelled him. It came in a wave as he looked into the Casey woman's eyes, like the new tide.
It was sympathy, he grew to realize, as the signals of jealousy positively oozed off the raven-haired woman. And shortly after, Freyr remembered that Gods were not creatures of pure free will, as mortals were. Gods were purposed, created to fill a role. Freyr was a god of nature, and a phallic fertility god, a creature designed to please mortal women.
As this the reason why Fate sent these two women his way? So that the circumstances might be, dare he think it, reversed? The more Freyr thought on it, the more he realized that, as much as he wanted both women, he was more interested in Casey. It was why he didn't bewitch her earlier, and why he thought so hard on the subject now.
Emma would make a good mother, but he wanted to be with Casey.

With a smile, Freyr gave a polite, curt response to Emma, careful not to deter her affections. "Of course. Otherwise, how would one enjoy the finer things in life? Casey?" Freyr raised his head to once again look into the eyes of the dark-haired beauty, tilting it to the side rather like a puppy. "What's it like working as a lawyer? I have an acquaintance who works in the field, but he is not the talkative sort, and not nearly as elegant."
Freyr gave a toothy, crooked grin, and for a moment forgot why he was here, on the Mortal Plane.
He was here to make Casey happy, wasn't he? Yes, that must be the reason...

The ferry to Ellis Island was still a few minutes away.

 

[sfaigon]

Stephen Sisters

Emma's mouth twitched at his response.

"Oh, how I agree with you on that one." She murmured quietly.

The midnight hair shifted as Casey looked him directly in the eye. Her full, slightly pouted lips parted.

"Being a lawyer is... tough at times. Defending an innocent client is challenging at best. It's when I'm called to persecute that rattles me." The dark-haired sister shuddered, remembering when she helped put a man in jail for life.

Her eyes trailed down to his lips, transfixed with his perfect teeth.

 

[Palex4ever]

Greek Goddess of Love and fertility:

Aphrodite opened her eyes and allowed her senses to take in her surroundings. Her pert nose turned up at smells of the subway station. She had chosen to manifest in New York due to it's cultural significance, but had at least expected the mortals to keep the place cleaner. With an impatient wave of her hand, she simply banished the offending odor, leaving a faint smell of exotic flowers in its place. She smiled, such uses of power were petty, but worth it she thought. She ran her perfectly manicured nails up and down the skin of her arms, remembering the pleasures of having human flesh. She ran one hand through the golden blond hair that hung down to her back.

She was near the back of the station, so no one had noticed her. "Yet..." she thought with a smirk. She looked at the mortals around and quickly picked a young man with short black hair. He looked good enough. If he was disappointing, there were plenty of other mortals to... sample.

"Excuse me," she said from behind him, "this is my first time in the city and I'm a bit lost. Could you help me?"

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

Norse God of Fertility:
"Hmm, that might explain why my friend is always so on edge. I don't think I could ever do anything so..." Freyr paused in his response, looking for just the right word to convey his opinion on the profession, which he was so woefully not suited for, before finishing his sentence with a wily grin. "...impressive."

Hungry eyes appraised the raven-headed figure with approval, before looking back to make contact with Casey's. He squirmed in his seat ever so slightly, fighting with his growing impatience. These games were so much simpler back in the olden days, but women now days needed a degree of tact.

"Lady Casey," Freyr began, not bothering to hide his wandering eyes, even going as far as leaning his head to better take in her form, started tracing his fingers along Casey's jawline in a sensual fashion. If his intent wasn't clear before, it certainly was now. "Do you really want to visit Ellis Island? Or is there somewhere else you'd rather be? Something else you'd rather be doing?"
"Come on, girl. Sometimes you have to take what you want."
For a moment, Freyr had all but forgotten Emma, who seemed to him as nothing more than a warm, soft object pressed against his chest.
Freyr brought his eyes back to Casey's a second time, giving her a look of startling intensity and affection. A total switch from the laughing, personable fellow he was just a few moments prior, yet still seeming so characteristically appropriate. "What do you want, my dear?"

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The Virtuous Stock Boy:
"Damn, it's cold!"
Elliot shivered, along with most of the other New Yorkers who didn't like the autumn air. Especially in the morning. So there was Elliot, wondering where the hell the train was, cradling his arms and clutching his torso, in a vain attempt to stop his internal heat from escaping. And what was worse was that this irony did not escape Elliot, and that he contemplated the futility of his actions with whimsical fascination.

Perhaps because Elliot was so enthralled with these thoughts that he didn't notice the pleasant smell of spring flowers filling the air of the station. It didn't stop him from taking a full bodied whiff, however, it just simply didn't register that this was odd.
He also failed to realize that the sweet, savory voice coming from behind him was, in fact, directed at him. Instinctively, he turned around, and come face to face with one of, no, the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

The hair, the nose, the boobs, the butt, the tummy, it might as well had been the bloody train, how hard they hit him. Elliot gulped air, as his thoughts caught up with themselves. "Um, uh..." Stumbling over his words, Elliot tried to remember, dammit remember, what she asked for.
Finally it all came together, and Elliot feigned a cough, placing a fist in front of his mouth for effect, as if something was caught in his throat. "Uh, of course! Yeah, why wouldn't I? Um, well, there's the directory over there..." Elliot trailed off, and pointed towards the huge mural of criss-crossed colored lines and numbers. "But no one ever uses it anyways." "Damn, she smells good."
As even that little time passed, Elliot's confidence began returning to him, as well has his mother's severe behavioral training to make him act the gentleman. Especially in front of a beautiful woman, so by that logic, Elliot had to be a downright perfect gentleman. "Of course, I'd be happy to give you directions myself, being a local and all." And with that, Elliot gave a boyish, crooked grin and a casual shrug. Best try to hide the fact that one is absolutely infatuated.

Not that Elliot had much of a choice, considering he was looking at Aphro-freaking-dite (not that he knew that, of course).
And with infatuation, came the unintentional, sudden blushing and erection. At least he could blame the rosy cheeks on the cold weather. As for the other... problem, Elliot prayed that he could keep the woman's attention elsewhere. Hopefully through eye contact. Those eyes he could drown in.
"Any, um, particular place you're looking for? Visiting family or something?" He smiled again, a wide goofy grin, trying his best not to start giggling and totally fawning over this stranger.

 

[Palex4ever]

"Oh, no..." Aphrodite replied with a musical laugh, "my family is from Greece. I've just been told by several... friends that this is a wonderful city to visit." She pursed her lips and smiled, amused at the young man's attempt to disguise his arousal. If only he understood that it was futile, he could save himself the effort. It was still fun to watch him try through!

She took two steps closer to him, practically hearing his heart pounding harder with every step she took. "I just arrived a little while ago and realized I didn't really have a plan of what to see and first. I hope I'm not imposing..." she said, offering her hand, "I'm Venus by the way," she said, deciding to go with the name the Romans had given her.

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The Virtuous Stock Boy:

"Oh, uh..." Elliot gulped again as the mystery woman stepped towards him, with a sway of her hips that could easily kill a man. Okay, so maybe Elliot could have been over exaggerating in his head, but damn, could that woman... just look good. Even the littlest things she did seemed to be done with perfect grace and poise. Elliot felt intimidated, to be honest, and also finding excuses to keep himself within her interest. "Well, there's Central Park, and, uh, Jim's Cathedral and the Chrysler Building..."

Elliot basically just trailed off from there, motioning towards the train tracks without any distinct meaning behind it. The rest of him was too devoted to drinking in the lovely woman before him. Was it... love? Ha, most likely intense infatuation. Love is the abstract, the basic desire to commit the act of reproduction would be much more likely. "And damn, would I not mind trying to reproduce with a chick even half as hot as this lady..."

Lost in his own thoughts (mostly blossoming, lewd scenarios), Elliot barely realized he was being addressed. Thus, when the message was halfway through being digested by his brain, Elliot blinked and gave a bewildered gave to the temptress before him. "Huh? Oh! Pleasure to meet you, Venus. Um, I'm Elliot." And with an awkward grin, he took the goddess's hand and shook it gently, but firm. A surgeon's handshake.
"You, uh..." "Damn, I hope I don't get tackled by a group of burly security guards..." "Would you happen to be a supermodel or something? You're certainly... striking enough."

 

[sfaigon]

Casey Stephens
She squirmed under his intense measuring gaze. The dark-haired sister started breathing more heavily as his fingers trailed along her the point where her jaw and neck met. Every inch of skin, every swath of his fingers brought a response from her. Casey was almost trembling with desire at his words.

"Lady Casey. Do you really want to visit Ellis Island? Or is there somewhere else you'd rather be? Something else you'd rather be doing?" Fredrick's eyes were wild, glinting with unadulterated want.

"H-..." She started but couldn't finish before his next set of words hit her.

"Come on, girl. Sometimes you have to take what you want." His dark eyes continued to entrance her, daring her to speak. "What do you want, my dear?"

Casey struggled to speak but found herself unable to talk, so overpowering was her need. I want you. Her eyes spoke where her mouth couldn't as she leaned closer to him.


Emma Stephens

She laid inert against his side, listening intently to her sister and Fredrick's conversation. She sighed, almost imperceptibly at the signs of seduction. Doesn't she know anything? He's just going to use you! Emma shot daggers at her sister but the younger sibling either didn't notice or was ignoring her completely. Don't be jealous. You'd do anything to take her place. Emma nodded gently, affirming her own thoughts.

"I don't think she wants to go to Ellis Island anymore." The blond attempted a smile. Casey shot her a strange look. "What? I'm just helping you out."

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

Norse God of Fertility:

This was going... better than expected, Freyr admitted to himself. Although a god, he was not infallible, and acted knowing that he would most likely enrage one of the parties involved. However, Emma did not react with outright offense or rivalry, but instead graciously standing aside.
It made everything easier, and Freyr was grateful. He was not a god to ignore the sacrifices of mortals, no matter what form that sacrifice may be. And so he rewarded Emma, with a gentle smile, a divine smile, that demonstrated his favor in the woman. Both women, really.
Freyr felt excited, invigorated, happy. It was a sort of vigor that Freyr had missed in his complacency while loafing the Overworld.

Freyr returned his attention to Casey, who had leaned towards him, like a moth to a flame. The virile god followed suit, positively glowing with anticipation, and not metaphorically. It was a faint thing, but the god had started to loosen his grip around his divine power, and so a trickle of his grace wreathed about him like a sun rise.
Yearning for the taste of Casey Stephen's lips, Freyr closed the gap between them, allowing his other-world sensuality to pour from his lips to hers. Twas a slow but forceful thing, passionate and savory. What could one expect from not only a god, but a sex god at that?

To the Stephen sisters, it would have been like 'time flying by,' but in truth, Fryer had just grown bored of the taxi venue.
They were now located in what appeared to be a rather luxurious hotel room. Freyr, in particular, was standing just inside the bedroom, grinning like a fox as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Before him was Casey, whom he had placed on the bed. Emma, he placed just outside the bedroom, free to do what she pleased.

The fertility god allowed himself the vice of lust, as he once again looked over Casey's inviting frame. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a masculine chest covered in sparse hair that his people were so notorious for, though not in excess. Then he started his slow steps towards the end of the bed, large hands doing away with his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans.
The article of clothing slid off, along with his boxers, leaving the god nude, and fully erect, at the foot of the bed.

Being a phallic fertility god, Freyr never had to worry about the size and shape of his member. It's dimensions were always entirely dependent on his partner, every woman seeing a different phallus, perfectly suited to their needs. Though, in nearly all incarnations, it was always a heavy-looking thing, testicles large, almost as if they weren't from a human, but something larger. And Freyr was never flaccid. It stood, unflinching and tall, like a statue, blood pumping to the engorged head, as if Freyr was at the peak of his physical arousal.
But his face was so calm, so serene. Freyr's smile was one of playful mischief, but his eyes were filled with a tender love taht most men can't begin to hope to possess.

Freyr approached Casey, placing one knee upon the bed, and then another. He slid across the sheets, running his hand up the inside of Casey's leg, over her stomach, between her breasts, until finally along her jawline, before kissing her again as he did in the cab.
His voice was barely a whisper, though still brimming with assurance, though with a tinge of sexual energy that was almost savage in nature. "How do you want me, Casey Stephens?"
Gods, at their core, serve mortals, ignite their desires and bring them happiness. Freyr was going to have a child with Emma. He was here to serve Casey. This was her night.