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"Nn-o?" Pan tilts her head, nervous as all hell and fussing with her hands. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little nervous about what the other might do now.

Somewhere to think.

It should be opening soon-

"I have an idea." Pan says. She holds her hand out to the other. "Mind if I show you?"

Eyes glance to the hand outstretched, body shies away, but then she reaches to take the woman's hand and complies to the request, a small approving nod given.

"I-- I don't mind...."

militusx

you’ll put a smile on their ғᴀᴄᴇs ;

the world will be yours for the ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ;

the story you birth will be ＡＧＥＬＥＳＳ.

just learn to love ραιη and be ραтιєηт.

#; to s t o n e.

Pan can’t help but ramble.

“I thought you to be so pretty— Which much sound so stupid and weird to you. I’m so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable and I can just leave you alone, but—”

She drops the cup and Pan shuts up.

Green eyes look down to the coffee, then back up to Medusa’s face.

"I ah—

I c-can buy you another coffee.” She squeaks.

"No." Voice is simple, calm, and the pronunciation is nearly perfect. It's really one of the only words she knows how to say due to the many times she's heard it before.

No this, no that. No, don't kill me. The usual.

"I mean-- I... don't need any coffee.... I just need somewhere to think for a while..."

And she's suddenly missing that eerie cave of hers.

Pan messes with her hands nervously. She’s embarrassed to hell and back, standing in front of the shorter being.

She nods a little, gulping.

"I do." She’s blushing horribly, having to dip her head in hopes of avoiding the embarrassment. "I mean it’s hard to admit it but yes. You’re beautiful." She tells the other. "I saw you in the coffee shop and I thought you were absolutely beautiful. You may not be sticking around for long, but I at least thought I’d be able to show you around."

Pan tries to get rid of her blush. ”I’m ah— I’m really sorry. For freaking you out like that. But I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

It still hasn't managed to cross her mind that the woman is even speaking, and the only thing she draws from the words being said is the word beautiful being used over and over again.

Eyes are settled, though shielded, on the other woman's face, and though it is a sad thought, if the blockage from her gaze was not placed on her face, the other woman would surely be nothing but stone, heart turned to dust.

She drops the cup, let's the lid fly off and all of the contents spill upon the sidewalk. Head tilts, only slightly, and the expression on her face looks as if she's having a lot of problems with her train of thought.

"Oh."

#;ic.#;v: a little too wild.#dorfvir #;begin.#;c: L E T S GO

The forest is always quiet, and thus she spends most of her time wandering, lurking silently slithering throughout the trees. Legs are not needed where eyes cannot see, and so she always takes the opportunity to be herself, long serpentine tail slipping through the brush as quietly as the wind itself.

There's a snap behind her, body twisting to see nothing, and paranoia strikes just as well as a sword during a battle. Brows furrow, eyes squint into a dim glow.

However, the creature keeps moving, glancing warily around to be aware of surroundings, and she finally finds a small meadow where the trees allow rays of sunshine through here and there. It's peaceful before she hears the same noise as before, and she turns, forked tongue flicking for a moment. Voice is raspy, as if it is almost completely gone.

"Show yourself."

Pan flinches.

Thank god she’s not afraid of snakes—

"What-? Wait, you actually mean-" Pan tilts her head, standing her ground calmly as her hands go up. "No, no gods set me up to anything." The woman responds. "And you might want to take your snakes somewhere people won’t see them." Pan suggests.

"I put myself up to this. Honestly—? I thought you were pretty." She goes red. "So I was just trying to be nice." Pan confesses. "Look, I can explain myself if you just calm down and hide your snakes, okay? I promise. Ah—" She looks down at her.

”I…. Swear on the gods?”

The word pretty makes her recoil, mind reeling and twisting until she can comprehend the meaning. It has been decades since she's been called pretty. Pretty was once a common thing.

Now, it's just things like ugly and monster. Serpentine queen and horrible creature.

S i c k e n i n g.

But she falls back into reality, eyes blinking behind the sunglasses as snakes return to their spot inside the hat. Medusa remains silent for only a moment more, a breath taken, quick and silent, before she speaks;

"You... think I am pretty...?"

Pan pauses to make sure she’s alright, hands brushing over the other’s wrist. She would’ve grabbed on had Medusa not caught herself. Pan sighs. “I— Suppose you could say so?” She tilts her head, slightly confused.

The master assassin leads onward.

"I hope that doesn’t bother you. I mean— I did buy you coffee.” The blonde chuckles.

It's almost as if she doesn't mind when one snake slips from under the beanie, and then another, and then one more. She feels her teeth gritting, sharp nails clasping the cup of coffee to the point a pinhole-sized stream comes pouring out.

Revelation, finally. And she doesn't care.

"And are you here to harm me, gladiator? Did the gods put you up to this, gladiator?"

"Yes, of course! And we’ll skip the weird places that tons of other Americans flock to like they can’t see enough pictures of them on television and computers." Pan says. She turns the corner and walks for Central.

"The Parthenon! I’ve always wanted to go back to Italy myself. I can remember climbing the Colosseum—” Pan pauses in her little speech, realizing that that had indeed been her ancestors memory- Not her own.

“I mean- Seeing the Colosseum.” She chuckles nervously.

A stop. Completely. She may have skidded a bit. Medusa continues to stare, stepping back with a clumsy stumble before catching her balance.

Ah, so this woman is a warrior. She wants to coil and take her out, but with the crowd along the streets, she maintains her calmness and instead allows small hisses to slip between her words.

"You are a gladiator?"

of-many-words

come on

c h a l l e n g e m e

I want to rip your throat out

#; to s t o n e.

She frowns slightly.

So she wouldn’t be around for too long…

Pan does smile, chuckling. “I remember when I moved here— I still grew up with an Italian accent.” She responds. Greece hits a place in the back of her head so she shakes it off.

"Well, my friend-" Pan grins, motioning up and around. "I will make sure to give you the best tour of New York City. For free.” She says down to her, turning to lead her across the crosswalk as the walk sign illuminated.

"A tour of this place?" She sounds a bit eager at first, but the movement in her beanie causes her to stop her thought and focus on that until it comes to a slow stop.

"I have been in Greece for many, many years. In fact, I can remember the Parthenon when it--" Medusa forces herself to stop, bites her tongue before she can say too much and give herself away.

She snorts. “Not really? What exactly does that mean?” Pan chuckles. The woman shakes it off, stopping at a street corner. “I tell people I’m from New York City. I’ve lived here— Basically my entire life. Except for the two years I spent in Italy after my birth.” The blonde nods.

She leans and tilts her head.

”I wasn’t sure if you were a tourist or someone who just moved here is all.” Pan offers up another nice smile, sipping at her coffee.

"I'm from Greece, I guess you could say. I've traveled many times before. This place is so new and strange to me."

The word tourist makes her brows furrow, and she's not quite sure she knows what that means. However, Medusa still goes with it, even though she's struggling to say it.

"Yes. A... t--.... ta-- Taurus-- Tourist--"

She blinks, hoping she hasn’t struck the wrong cord. Nodding a little, Pan sips at her own coffee. It’s a tad lukewarm, but coffee was coffee.

”Oh. Alright.”

Pan smirks a little and keeps walking. “Are you from around here?”

'Around here' is a common expression she's heard a few times in this city, but she answers with a simple head shake anyway, despite the urge to want to tell where she really comes from.

She waits until Pan isn't looking, and on the opposite side of her head, pulls the beanie up slightly to allow one snake's head to emerge and allow it's tongue to slip into the coffee before immediately taking it back and looking at the woman again.

She takes a mental note that she has to stop doing that.

"Uh-- Not really... And you?"

#;ooc.#;self-promo.#;c: vOILA HERE IT IS.

h o m e. |-| a s k. |-| b e g i n. |-| v e r s e s.

This actually—

Might just make her day.

Pan grins, wanting to take her hand but instead taps her arm. “Okay, ah— Awesome!” She chuckles, trying not to seem too excited. The taller leads her out of the coffee shop, making sure the other can follow.

"So- You said your name was Medusa? Did you parents name you after the legend?" Pan asks, looking down to her.

She follows obediently, still silently sipping at her coffee. The taste swirls on forked tongue and the heat slides down her throat. Pretty satisfying, if you ask her.

"What--" She nearly comes to a complete stop, one brow raised as if in question.

"Oh-- No, no. Different reason, I suppose."

Pan was standing by, making sure everything was all set. Zoning out and focusing on the other—

Not something she typically took part in.

She snaps back when Medusa speaks up again. Pan whirls around, reaching and grabbing her cup.

”Right—

Of course.”

Pan turns back and grins nervously, a hand going up to rub the back of her neck. “I ah— I mean, I’m going to Central Park today.” An awkward pause follows.” If you might- want— to come?” She says, venturing for a yes as her voice climbs in pitch slightly.

Central Park? There was a small pamphlet with a map of that place back at the bus stop. Medusa furrows her brows, cocks her head slightly to one side, but as soon as she starts to understand, her head nods a bit quickly.

She wants to see everything.

A toothy grin gives the approval, and she raises the cup to her lips to take a careful sip.

"Yes. I mean-- ... Sure."

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This area is restricted.

A pause, red eyes scanning the woman before her. The android has dealt with others like this before; sarcasm in their tone, words stressed as if unbelieving such a small, fragile looking girl had given them an order. Believe it or not — it’s true.

I will have to ask for you to leave, before I escort you to a respectful distance away. Please, make this easier on the both of us.