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People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven when you're down.

[sliithered]

HESTIA.

Hestia blinked the sleep from her eyes, taking in the sight before her. She looked at the woman in front of her, brows furrowing as she tried to remember where she recognized her… and was startled to realize just who was before her. “Medusa? Are you alright?” She asked, her voice soft, hesitant.

as much as she was angry at the gods, namely poseidon and athena for dragging her into their little war and making her a victim of it, there are a few gods and goddesses she didn’t mind much for. it’s not distaste or annoyance. maybe a little regret she hadn’t chosen to serve a different god compared to athena. she opens an eye lid to look at the voice and she sees it. a vague feeling of familiarity before she sees it -- a serpent pin (it’s a brooch, medusa, a brooch) on the other’s dress. “hestia,” she exclaims with a breathless gasp. it doesn’t sound startled, more like... she never thought she’d be in her presence again. “i’m fine.” medusa gave a smile that quirked into a maybe, i don’t know kind of expression. “i’m human again but you’re here... so you probably are human as well.” which sucked because life didn’t such all that much for gods. she never met one that wished to be human had she? much less one that had the choice made for them.

[sliithered]

PEYTON.

“thats a bit quick.” peyton couldn’t help but comment, pehraps a bit bitterly. “don’t you have a home in san francisco already?” she did, they all did, moving on so fast would be… too fast. a deep breath was given. “this place— something is wrong. i can’t do my magic, i can’t beam, something is totally utterly wrong.”

quick? sure. she seemed so young and maybe a bit on the naive side. people are freaking out but there are also some that aren’t. it’s because they’re completely and utterly human which is something most have longed for. “would you rather i riot in the streets and beg for answers we won’t receive?” medusa questions before sighing. “my home was on sarpedon and that’s almost completely written out of your history books.” she jumps down from the post she was sitting on to stand in front of the girl. “do you feel human? it’s been a while for me. my name is medusa--,” and if that doesn’t give her a clue as to why she doesn’t give a damn, well... oh well. she doesn’t have time to explain it to everyone much less the care of her reasoning behind it.

[sliithered]

EFFIE.

Was she staring? Ok maybe but….”I  was going to ask if you had answers but I’m assuming no.” She’d ran into the other once a while ago but not in that form. She’d been nice though at least if she recalled correctly.

rude or careless? an internal debate that doesn’t need to happen at the moment. “the answer is definitely no. one minute i’m tossing shots back at the bar and the next i’m here, like this,” a hand motions to her appearance very lazily. “and i should care but i don’t.” medusa really didn’t. she knows she’s not that lucky and this’ll bite her in the ass one day but for now she just wants to enjoy it. enjoying it over the sounds of confusion and chaos is probably not good but medusa’s still turning over that leaf. “it’s effie... right? you okay?”

[sliithered]

LIZZIE.

         medusa, right? lizzie is pretty sure this is who she’s dealing with. then again, she looks different and she can’t say it’d be particularly flattering to mistake someone for MEDUSA. how do you even explain that? an expression that details an alarming reaction crosses along her features. “ what do you mean you don’t care? last time we all ended up in some WEIRD place, it was almost the end of the freaking world. ”

she sits from her place and stands. “i mean...” isn’t it obvious? as much as she misses her snakes, she doesn’t miss people looking at her with a freight. “you’ve got a point, i guess. didn’t you say mystic falls was your home though? is it worth being the end of the world?”

[sliithered]

JAZMIN.

with a deep intake of breath, she screamed as loud as her voice box allowed and drew in a long-needed breath afterwards.  “now then,” she cleared her throat, sighed and looked towards the bystander.” my apologies, but you gotta release that tension or it just eats ya soul, you know?” jazz nodded. “i don’t suppose you know how i got here? as in, this town, because the last i remember i hadn’t left sanfran in two years.”

well here she was thinking about how great it was to be here and then... crazy lady, two o’clock. in again, those are the best kinds of people. “i’m guessing it was the food or that nap i took.” how else could you explain it? one minute she’s turning someone to stone and the next she’s here and she seems so human. she can’t seem to turn anyone to stone anymore. “want a drink? i’m toasting to a new change of scenery. you can toast for... lack of tension.”

[sliithered]

PEYTON.

                  her arms crossed over her chest. “ MYSTIC FALLS ? why are we in mystic falls ? “

“beats me.” but she’s not bothered by it and that’s clear. “i’m thinking about buying a house here. seems like a quaint little town.” there’s a fight a few feet away and she mocks a grimace. “it’ll grow on me, i’m sure...” but she’s not bothered even then. she’s more amused if not.

[sliithered]

it’s not all that hard to figure out something was going on. first being in san francisco, then that strange call to sleep and now she’s in a different place looking just like she use to so long ago. she’s not one of the many freaking out. no, medusa’s enjoying not having snakes for hair or skin so pale she looks like a snowflake. “yeah, i heard you. i just don’t care.” and anyone who says she should, f u c k them. she’s gonna enjoy this while she can.

[sliithered]

REBEKAH.

“You really think asking me out like that,” she stated raising an eyebrow for a moment. “Is going to get you a date? I couldn’t be more insulted.”

men are fools but that’s obvious. medusa’s putting on that little show she does as she slithers between the two people with a seductive little smile on equally pale lips. gold eyes, almost like a snake’s, met the man’s. her hair, snakes mind you, hisses viciously AND JUST LIKE THAT the man begins turning to stone under medusa’s gaze. can you blame her? his behavior was borderline stalkerish at best. she smiles at her work and gives her hair a soothing pat before turning to the woman. “i thought he’d never shut up. you’re welcome.”

[rosaalee]

NIKKI REED as ROSALIE HALE

[sliithered]

IGNORE EVERYTHING UNDER THIS POST  !  MEDUSA IS BEING REBOOTED .

[sliithered]

POSEIDON.

“oh, whats it called?” maybe he could take medusa there sometime, of she can, depending on medusa’s preference. he never thought much of that kind of food, of chicken and bacon. of course, fish was off the table (fish were friends, not food) but those type of foods, they just never weighed heavy thoughts. “it does?” he asked, quirking a brow at such words. “i mean, it’s not permanent. i could even change back in the bathroom if i needed to,” though it’d be one awkward leaving of a bathroom, and even harder choosing which to change in. he gave a light smile at her proclamation. “i’m happy to be the first then.” a small sigh, and then an explanation. “i’m seeing… i’m remembering whats it like. i’m also… being poseidon. if anyone asks me my name, in this form, i’m not sid. and i… i’m curious of their reactions.”

“betty’s. it’s a cute little diner thing.” food was so easily sought these days. in ancient times you’d either have to go hunt for the food yourself or pay ridiculous amounts of money for it. medusa hummed as she watched sidney go through the works. she’s not sure what this is about until sidney really tells her and even then, medusa can’t quite understand it. hadn’t sidney always been poseidon? no, she had run from that. left it in the past... or so it seemed. “while i don’t fully understand, i don’t totally hate it. can i touch it?” there’s a small desire to smack them but there’s an even bigger desire to be soft instead. a raging storm. she wants to know why sidney has to be this version of themselves rather than being one hundred percent completely themselves. 

[sliithered]

POSEIDON.

“you do?” a smile wandered to his face, he hadn’t known that. next time they had a morning after he’d make her some bacon. their first time had been a whole slew of bagels, time to fill the home with the scent of bacon. or chicken. apparently, she liked that too. he’d remember that. “they are.” he nodded. “i like them a lot.” lips pressed together because how did one go about this. how did he even start? “i know– i know you don’t recognize me but i uh… it is me.” a moment of hesitation, hesitation that became a hesitant smile “poseidon. sid. it’s me.”

bacon was good but chicken was better in her opinion. she’d have either or if she had an option. “i do. there’s a place a few blocks away that does an amazing chicken sandwich.” in medusa’s mind it was the best chicken sandwich she’s ever had. maybe she’s being dramatic but hey she was allowed. she was from a time where bread could cause madness because of mold. food is something she’s wanted to explore but she gets so caught up in the things she likes that she doesn’t try much of anything else that she hasn’t. she was going to say something but she pauses as she listens to what comes next. he’s... poseidon. “well that explains it.” medusa chuckled. actually chuckled despite being kind of hesitant in doing so. sidney was a man again. that’s... interesting. “i don’t think i’ve ever met a man i’m actually happy to see. that and you ran the familiar alarm. ding ding ding. what are you... doing... like this?”

[sliithered]

PEYTON.

            “ah, i’m sorry.” peyton said softly, quickly scotting herself from the spot. “was i your way? i just needed to get some air, ya know?” the place was large and beautiful but also so noisy and crowded— and it could be a good thing but. but it was easy to get overwhelmed. 

medusa understood believe it or not. it’s so crowded and so... warm... in there. too many bodies. too many people. so many strangers and not enough people she actually knows or should she say LIKES. “you don’t have to scootch. i needed air too.” medusa admits as she steps outside and feels the cool air engulf her. “i think i’ve had my fill of strangers for the week.”

[sliithered]

POSEIDON.

medusa. there was a moment where his heart was caught in his throat. sid had considered many things before taking this form, one of them (the most important, frankly) being medusa. he knew without doubt then the male form he’d take would be separate from the one he bore years and years ago during their initial meetings. still there was guilt. like this was something he should have spoken about with her first (they were a couple, weren’t they?). then she asked the question and poseidon realized, she didn’t recognize him. how could she he? he didn’t have a clue why he expected anything different. “ah, these.” he said sheepishly gesturing to the things that were like mini hot dogs in his hand. “pigs in a blanket.” he should tell her. he needed to.

she swears she knows him somehow. san francisco is a big city but in again maybe it’s not big enough. there are a few faces around she’s met by chance on completely opposite sides of the city. now they’re in one building. “hm.” a simple sound yet filled with thought. “can’t say i’ve ever had one before. i like bacon but i’d rather have chicken.” in again, that could be taken completely different too. such... meaning behind her words. a strong conviction. “are they any good? i might try them later.” if there are any left and she made it through the food on her plate that is.

[sliithered]

ZAIN.

       he doesn’t know either of these people;  this damon, or elena.  it was pure coincidence that he overheard someone talking about the wedding over cocktails, how it was sure to be a can’t miss event.  hence why he’d slipped in, dressed in a suit jacket that he wasn’t sure remained in style.  the crushed velvet look had once been extremely popular among humans but it seems to have died out with their climate.   the one constant is their love for alcohol, a love which he’s learned to appreciate over the centuries.  he’s unsure if he can get drunk, or if it’s a placebo effect that has him believing it irregardless of the truth.  he’s not sure if he cares.  “ cheers. “  he echoes, raising his glass.  there’s something pink in it … a custom cocktail, if memory serves.  it tastes like cotton candy,  if someone decided to douse it in gasoline.  all in all, not the most enjoyable.    “ great wedding, terrible drinks.  “

she met damon once or twice. it’s probably not enough to invite her to the wedding so here she is crashing it instead. medusa chuckles through swallowing her drink. alcohol was always interesting, she’d say. it lowered defenses and inhibitions. people were more themselves with alcohol. she’d say it was one of the best things ever invented actually. “i’m sure they spent the money on her gown and stuck with the cheaper stuff for drinks. i’m pretty sure that’s how most weddings go.” though she doesn’t know. this is her first wedding. “does your drink taste like nail varnish too or did i get the short end of the stuck over here?” 

[sliithered]

POSEIDON.

      it was ODD, to say the least. being in a male form again. it was a conclusion that was brought forth with much hesitation, but still there was NEED. need to be honest, to be true. “these little pigs in blankets are amazing. i don’t think i’ve tasted anything like them before.” not just yet though. 

she was trying to socialize but she’s been lingering around one of the food tables all night with a plate in one hand and a drink in the other. to be completely truthful she’s not even sure why she came. weddings were so... mind numbing. not nearly enough alcohol with most species going through it quickly and not enough chaos for her liking. but hey, damon’s married and she came to see some of the shenanigans. what’s different is she can swear she knows the man talking to her about pigs in a blanket. yuck. “tiny pigs or the meat from the pigs?” is the stupid question that came out of her mouth rather than asking him who he was. “these are strange times.”

[sliithered]

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