#alecto.

[eriny3s]

for @singofus : kalecto , main modern times 🌀

it's not difficult to find him . she can sense the probability for violent spill over increasing in the bottom floor , and while she wants to linger and watch for any who give into the temptation , she instead makes her way to the antithesis of her existence . to the peaceful community , based in shared hallucinations and low stakes games .

she holds her glass of something red and wine based — ari had told her the name when she made it for her , but she hadn't internalized it — in a casual grip , going where she felt the least likely to be needed . she found the room she would have deemed empty otherwise and opens the door , revealing a decent number of people enjoying the gentle , color-changing lights from the city outside and the lights in the room . calmer music reveals itself as the door closes behind her , muffling the dark club atmosphere beneath them all on the first floor .

he's there , in the middle of it all , as she expected him to be . she takes a sip of her drink, locking eyes with him in clear invitation as she licks her lips , before striding across the room to one of the vacant smoking balconies. no one will follow her , nothing about her says ' friendly ' or ' approachable ' — except to HIM .

he comes to her , closing the door behind them , leaving just them out in the dark . but she can see him just fine , creature of darkness that she is , and she is sure he can see her in many ways without needing light at all .

she's shorter than him , in this form , even with her heels . she looks up at him as he steps into her space , her temporarily mundane eyes alighting red , her true hue , as he does so .

❛ look at you , cleaning up nice . and on a work night for you , too , ❜ she hums , black painted lips revealing fangs , but more humanly appropriate in their placement .

[nobilisaffectus]

      “ It’s difficult being attractive, sometimes, everyone just expects you to smile and be polite. How adorable! Whoever came up with these strange expectations? Because someone just so happens to win the genetic lottery, somehow, they are to live up to a moral standard of being good and do no wrong? Well, no wonder the fools get murdered left and right! Attractiveness does not equal saintliness, anymore than ugliness being a sign of devilishness. But, I’m curious -- what do you think? ”

[eriny3s]

@stygicniron asked: forgive me ,  i didn’t know . @ meg?

the  young  prince  says  he  did  not  know  ,  and  megaera  has  to  refrain  from  dragging  her  hands  down  her  face  .  she  is  here  on  business  ,  not  pleasure  ,  and  it  is  the  sight  of  the  youngest  of  lord  hades'  children  that  has  her  remembering  why  she  often  stayed  away  and  communicated  via  letter  .  she  is  so  easily  frustrated  here  ,  wrenched  off  her  focus  points  like  an  unruly  kitten  by  scarred  hands  she  has  bitten  many  times  .  

hades  does  not  control  her  and  her  sisters  but  she  still  has  to  be  respectful  .  so  there  is  a  reason  alecto  came  with  her  ,  leaving  tisiphone  to  her  own  devices  elsewhere  in  the  capital  .  at  least  tisiphone  won't  get  into  too  much  trouble  .  

but  it  was  alecto's  CONFIDENCE  that  sparked  a  question  in  the  child  ,  asking  why  she  seemed  so  ...  at  home  ,  in  lord  hades'  estate  .  why  the  second  of  the  erinyes  did  not  bat  an  eye  ,  seemed  to  know  what  corridors  to  pay  attention  to  regardless  of  direction  from  the  servants  .  megaera  had  not  anticipated  him  to  be  so  observant  ,  and  alecto  had  taken  exception  to  the  question  ,  and  promptly  disappeared  in  a  supernatural  burst  of  speed  ,  nearly  teleporting  ahead  to  the  meeting  room  .  

megaera  had  remarked  that  young  nico  had  offended  the  second  fury  ,  and  thus  comes  the  apology  .  

if  only  it  were  that  simple  .  

❛  you  would  not  be  expected  to  know  ,  young  one  ,  ❜  she  murmurs  in  her  naturally  husky  voice  ,  golden  eyes  focused  down  upon  the  prince  of  the  estate  .  ❛  but  it  would  be  a  good  lesson  to  learn  .  if  you  have  such  suspicions  ,  bring  them  to  your  FATHER  —  not  the  suspicious  party  .  especially  not  one  much  ,  much  older  than  you  .  ❜

the  youth  of  today  —  it  is  always  something  .

[eriny3s]

@nectaric asked: "can you help me with this?" makaria asked breathlessly, shoving a large box onto the table with a great heave. "it needs to go up on that shelf and i'm tired. its not setting feminism back if i ask a bigger, stronger lady to help me, right?" / for alecto ofc <33

alecto  looks  up  at  the  box  being  dropped  on  the  table  ,  red  eyes  looking  up  at  the  princess  .  she  crunches  down  on  the  red  lollipop  she  had  in  her  mouth  ,  sharp  teeth  making  quick  work  of  the  hard  candy  ,  before  she  BURNS  the  stick  away  in  her  hand  in  a  burst  of  red  flame  .

❛  i  have  no  idea  what  feminism  is  ,  but  it  sounds  like  a  mortal  thing  .  by  that  logic  ,  whatever  we  do  is  exempt  !!  ❜  she  declares  with  a  sharp  smile  ,  before  standing  from  her  relaxed  position  on  the  chair  .  she  grabs  the  box  and  tugs  it  towards  her  –  it  comes  easily  ,  and  she  lifts  it  and  sets  it  onto  the  aforementioned  shelf  .

❛  how'd  you  even  get  it  down  from  there  ?  ❜  she  asks  ,  turning  to  look  to  the  tinier  goddess  .

[eriny3s]

@singofus asked: Because of the potential benefit of this connection, Hermes had thought to do a little digging prior. Discovering a few watering holes, befriending a staff member on their transport home, that kind of thing. What he'd found made him go in an unorthodox direction, one he'd had to assure Tisiphone would be worth it. He had arranged for a carriage to put Mr Grady and his assistant up and dressed himself as a footman. Usually his disguise would merely be personality, and an ambiguous suit, to balance out his image around her people and his game with the guests. But tonight he knew this was better. Because whilst Mr Grady liked to ingratiate himself with others he believed might help him, he did not see staff as people. They were invisible. And with the arrogance of this one, he knew that would benefit him far more than any lie that fell out of his mouth. So he opened the carriage door and driven them all to the estate and guided them to the door, in uniform, before disappearing. As expected, the fool had spoken his motives to his assistant on the ride, loudly, and explained how this was just all a test to him. That he was assessing how much these ladies had inherited and how much of it he could get them to sign over to him in the name of business. Once the men were inside, Hermes slipped away and dressed in a manner better suiting his station, including expensive cologne and jewellery, a suit with an open collar, and neatened hair. He waited by a side door until he heard the buffoon begin to speak, then silently approached from behind Tisiphone, standing at her side and waiting for her signal. He couldn't help a twitch of the lips as he noticed the man recognise him and seem very confused. Of course the idiot didn't know why the coachman was here, but the spindly gentleman that was his lawyer seemed to catch on. "He is eyeing up your estate for himself, my Lady." He grins to call her that, even when the men opposite can't hear it. "He seems to think he can fool you and have you sign over some of your assets to him that he would take for himself. The lawyer was encouraging him." With that said, he waits by her ear a moment more, pausing before speaking again. "I can't wait for you to tear them, my Lady. You'll look gorgeous doing so. He's rotund, you can tell he eats well. Should be delicious." (from Hermes)

tisiphone  hadn't  wanted  him  to  go  to  such  lengths  ,  but  he  had  promised  it  would  deliver  ,  both  information  and  entertainment  ,  and  so  she  had  been  convinced  to  let  him  go  .  she'd  waited  with  her  sisters  in  their  estate  ,  at  the  top  of  the  stairs  ,  cutting  an  imposing  visual  .  

hermes  approaching  drew  her  attention  —  she  leaned  down  ,  gossamer  silk  mask  covering  her  mouth  and  throat  ,  though  not  her  pale  green  eyes  .  they  darted  between  the  middle  distance  and  mr  grady  ,  even  while  megaera  spoke  ,  greeting  the  mortals  with  her  usual  smoky  tones  .  she  hummed  quietly  ,  too  quiet  for  the  mortals  to  hear  ,  but  it  was  loud  and  clear  to  her  sisters  .  

in  that  instant  ,  the  decision  had  already  been  made  .  

alecto  and  tisiphone  descended  the  staircases  ,  leading  the  mortals  into  their  smoke  lounge  —  affectionately  dubbed  ,  by  alecto  ,  as  the  killing  floor  .

it  was  constructed  as  a  room  for  those  who  wished  to  recall  the  comforts  of  europe  while  here  in  the  bayou  ;  it  became  the  place  to  go  when  suspicions  were  HIGH  .  megaera  closed  the  doors  behind  them  ,  as  alecto  took  up  her  place  by  the  fireplace  ,  the  golden  light  shining  off  her  deep  red  dress  and  jewelery  .  tisiphone  sat  in  one  of  the  high  backed  chairs  ,  megaera  taking  her  position  in  the  other  .  

tisiphone  guides  hermes  into  sitting  into  her  lap  ,  his  legs  across  the  arm  of  the  chair  ,  to  perhaps  further  confuse  the  mortal  .  maybe  hermes  is  but  another  type  of  servant  ;  maybe  he  is  the  only  servant  they  can  afford  .  these  questions  won't  be  answered  for  mr  grady  ,  but  tisiphone  delights  in  the  confusion  .  soft  fingers  trail  along  hermes'  jaw  ,  coaxing  him  to  look  at  her  ,  gently  tucking  hair  behind  his  ear  ,  while  megaera  speaks  .

tisiphone  gazes  upon  him  with  love  and  adoration  ,  and  for  all  the  world  ,  it  looks  as  though  she  is  not  paying  attention  .  but  rather  ,  as  she  trails  her  fingers  down  over  his  throat  ,  she  asks  a  simple  question  :  are  you  hungry  ,  beloved  ?

megaera  tells  mr  grady  what  an  honor  it  is  to  have  him  at  their  estate  ,  though  she  must  admit  ,  she  does  not  quite  understand  what  had  brought  him  to  their  estate  ,  and  ,  she  is  sure  ,  that  she  and  her  sisters  would  love  to  understand  what  they  can  do  for  him  .

[ofwrxth]

CHARACTER BASICS

Name: Alecto

Age & Birthday: Between 33-36 years old, Unknown Birthday

Gender/Pronouns: ciswoman she/her

Birthplace: The Wards

Current Residence: The Tunnels

Job/Role on The Station: Hijacker

Positive personality traits: ambitious, cunning, dauntless, scrappy, quick-witted

Negative personality traits:  bellicose, cynical, intense, mischievous, ruthless

ABOUT

Alecto was born in The Wards, her mother dying giving birth to her so she ended up in a make-shift orphanage, never to be adopted. She was just another forgotten face, unregistered and unimportant to the powers that be.

She grew up on the streets essentially, always a bit intense, always a bit ambitious, always making plans to steal food or clothes or broken toys from other kids. She had a quick-wit and a surprising sense of humor (mostly dark), but when people saw that half-smirk, half-smile cross her lips, they never knew whether to be relieved or nervous.

She and her best friend, Roxy, ended up joining a group of hijackers when they were young. In this group, they were taught the ways of the tunnels, of the hijacker mindset and lifestyle. Alecto had no one but Roxy anyway. Until she joined the Hijackers, she didn't really even have a name. Just girl. Bitch. Street rat. Wardie. She chose the name because one of the Hijackers told stories of mythology from earth. Like the gods and their power, and the fates who held them to account. Thus, she named herself Alecto, the fury of unceasing wrath and vengeance.

The hijackers treated them like family, and Alecto was proud to be one of them. Their group became successful, leaving a trail of violence and loss in their wake, but they only see gain. Only see themselves as taking what they can because they can, and if others could do the same they would.

It’s not uncommon for the hijackers to do work on the black market, and even sometimes helping TPC for the riskier jobs. Although, helping always comes at a price. Credits and Rations aren’t very tempting for the hijackers, since they have no digital credentials and can’t be transferred any currency. It’s harder work for them to use them or trade them, so they prefer to be paid with goods, weapons or worse, owed favors.

Alecto enjoys the thrill of the chase – of the hunt. Of finding the best targets and executing their plans. She's got a taste for the finer things they come across, which never stay fine for long when guns and knives and violence are involved. But the blood-stained pink fur coat she wears takes people aback when it reveals an array of weapons beneath the surface, most notably her twin thermal knives she keeps on her at all times. Along with several guns. But she'd rather not waste charge on easy to handle targets, and much prefers the thrill of a close-quarters fight anyway.

A few years ago, she and Roxy rescued a genetically altered hyena from a lab in Olympia, with the personality of cat. They named her Havoc, or Havvy, and she's with them whenever they're on a run.

Things are how they've always been, and how they'll always be. Being a hijacker means not adhering to the social order, good, bad or otherwise. It also means that Alecto is content with how things are – she enjoys the thrill of a fight, the taste of success, the nerves that are palpable when people mention Hijackers at all. She doesn't think anything will change, and, quite frankly, she doesn't want it to. This life hasn't been kind to her, so why should it be to anyone else?

[eriny3s]

@nectaric asked : "hello, alecto. you're looking impassioned this evening." momus grins, a little too wide, like he's laughing at a joke she cannot understand. "do you need to talk about it?"

house  of  hades  ,  21xx  . 

alecto  growls  at  him  ,  fangs  bared  as  the  sound  rumbles  deep  in  her  chest  .  she's  an  easy  target  for  him  ,  a  part  of  her  knows  this  ,  but  she'd  rather  have  momus'  stupid  fucking  attention  on  her  rather  than  on  kaluciyo  .  then  she'd  probably  skin  momus  alive  . 

“  i  don't  waste  time  talking  about  my  feelings  .  crawl  to  tisiphone  if  you  want  that  soft  shit  .  ”  her  tension  is  clear  in  her  wings  ,  but  then  again  ,  she  radiates  tension  every  time  this  happens  .  an  olive  branch  to  come  to  the  house  of  hades  …

…  when  everyone  else  is  also  present  ,  due  to  the  queen's  return  . 

she  knows  it's  a  test  .  and  ,  should  she  fail  ,  it  won't  be  because  of  fucking  momus  . 

[eriny3s]

powers  of  the  erinyes.

collective.  the  powers  that  all  three  of  them  have  are  as  follows: 

pyrokinesis

flight

temporary  invulnerability

enhanced  speed  &  agility

pathokinesis.  they  also  each  have  a  form  of  pathokinesis,  but  it  is  specific  to  their  scope  of  work.  meg  can  sense, manipulate, and  create  paranoia,  shame,  and  guilt  akin  to  what  one  feels  when  lying  or  hiding  something.  alecto  can  do  the  same  with  rage,  anger,  and  feral  predatory  urges  from  wanting  to  harm  others. and tisiphone  can  do the same with  guilt,  fear,  and  shame  akin  to  what  one  feels  when  having  murdered  somebody.

megaera. 

shade  manipulation.  meg  can  summon  and  demand  the  shades  of  tartarus  come  to  her  aid,  from  anywhere  in  tartarus.  being  the  first  of  the  erinyes,  her  call  holds  weight  to  it  akin  to  hades.

alecto. 

electro-magnetickinesis.  in  addition  to  fire,  alecto  can  manipulate  lightning,  both  in  tartarus  and  out.  this  also  allows  her  to  manipulate  metal  in  any  form,  creating  additional  blades  and  weaponry  for  any  fights  she  is  in  or  a  part  of.

tisiphone. 

chamber  manipulation.  tis  can  create  or  destroy  any  and  all  attributes  of  tartarus  chambers.  walls,  floors,  ceilings,  doorways,  windows,  lighting,  size,  elevation;  it's  all  hers  to  control.  this  makes  running  from  her  nearly  impossible,  and  she  prefers  to  play  with  shades  and  gods  who  think  they  stand  a  chance  at  getting  away.