Prometheus hummed as his eyes flitted between Aria and Andrew. Considering the growing threat, he thought it best not to leave Nicole unguarded. Or any of them.
"Both of you go. We'll be back here when we pick up the goods, so meet us here while Nicole is...away. Nicole, we' l meet you where you left."
As the trio stepped out, he fired up the van, giving them all a friendly nod. The dirt road began to twist and meander, and as they drove Prometheus constantly cursed as he knocked a tree or hit a rock. The road unravelled now into coarse rock and fallen branches; he stopped the van short and got out. Ahead of them, nestled in the trees, was the Crones hut.
Timber and plain, it was supported by strange, steel struts, the like of which the group had never seen. Prometheus took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles.
"I think it best if you folk stay in the van. You know, just in case."
Unsure of how to approach the house, lifted from the air, he paced up to it and rapped on one of the struts. The sound of floorboards groaning moaned through the house, followed by the appearance of three fighres , seemingly dropped from the bottom of the house. Two of them carried weapons, though they seemed more confused than anything.
"Uh. Hello?"
He looked up at the house, frowning. This was not the service he expected.
"Baba Yaga?"
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The crone was still knitting when she heard the van stop, followed shortly by a few sharp knocks. Grinning, she looked down at the trio, swishing her feet and cackling.
"Well, here's that Titan! So long!"
Clicking her fingers, the floor opened and the youths fell in a heap, to be questioned by a strange, bearded Titan.
"Both of you go. We'll be back here when we pick up the goods, so meet us here while Nicole is...away. Nicole, we' l meet you where you left."
As the trio stepped out, he fired up the van, giving them all a friendly nod. The dirt road began to twist and meander, and as they drove Prometheus constantly cursed as he knocked a tree or hit a rock. The road unravelled now into coarse rock and fallen branches; he stopped the van short and got out. Ahead of them, nestled in the trees, was the Crones hut.
Timber and plain, it was supported by strange, steel struts, the like of which the group had never seen. Prometheus took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles.
"I think it best if you folk stay in the van. You know, just in case."
Unsure of how to approach the house, lifted from the air, he paced up to it and rapped on one of the struts. The sound of floorboards groaning moaned through the house, followed by the appearance of three fighres , seemingly dropped from the bottom of the house. Two of them carried weapons, though they seemed more confused than anything.
"Uh. Hello?"
He looked up at the house, frowning. This was not the service he expected.
"Baba Yaga?"
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The crone was still knitting when she heard the van stop, followed shortly by a few sharp knocks. Grinning, she looked down at the trio, swishing her feet and cackling.
"Well, here's that Titan! So long!"
Clicking her fingers, the floor opened and the youths fell in a heap, to be questioned by a strange, bearded Titan.