Chapter 1: Part 8: I'm sorry I was late, so here's some extra stuff to make up for it.
Annabelle Winston[10]: Annabelle goes over to the area of her house that appears to be a kitchen. She opens up a cabinet and her nose is filled worth the scent of millions of different spices. She moves over to a cool area, and finds an ice box. Inside are eggs, bread, cheese, and everything else needed to make a delicious breakfast. She starts cooking, after all cooking is just applied chemistry, or at least I think it is, and as she cooks, Jammy stirs from his slumber.
Jammy Nervermer[3]: Jammy is still asleep, and this can not run out, though he does wake up to the scent of breakfast being cooked. He gets up, he feels like he's forgetting something, but the scent of a home cooked breakfast drives those thoughts out of his head.
Jason/Octavian Grey[8] and Carter Gram[10]: After awaking, Octavian and Carter greet each other formally. After that, Octavian goes to look for materials, and, as thanks, Carter helps him, after learning what he is doing. After looking for a while, Octavian stumbles upon a sizable piece of what appears to be iron. Carter also finds a piece of metal, along with a fish's skeleton, with a few broken bones and some meat still on it.
Russel "Fish" Fischer[7]: Russel spends his day performing his normal duties as butcher's apprentice. He keeps his eyes open for any strange activity, but he doesn't find any.
The Villian: The Mage wandered through the halls of Alexandria's most glorious building, the temple of Serapis. The walls themselves were gilded, the torch holders were studded with tiny gemstones, truly an experience in extravagance. It was also, truly unnecessary. Even if he was to stay in a hovel, Serapis would give off such an aura of power that no one would even think about the shoddy area. It simply proved something he had always thought, gods were vain. Serapis was powerful, there was no question, but he liked showing it. But it hardly mattered, and besides, he would never say that white silk wasn't comfortable, a gift that he owed to Serapis's extravagance. The Puppeteer lounged in his favorite chair, that only coincidentally looked like a throne. He may not be the king, but it was good to be the Pontifex Maximus.
The Protecter: I wandered through the room. Shiny planks of black oak reflected the light so well it was like walking on a mirror. Gold covered everything. The air was toasty warm, perfect for jeans and a tee shirt, or maybe a suit, I kept shifting between them. Eventually, I decided to check on on the mages. I sat down in a comfortable oak chair and closed my eyes, then I looked around. It could see Annabelle cooking breakfast for her and her new friend, reminding me I should probably make some for myself later. It strange, for some reason, unlike the others, she couldn't recall what her life had been under Serapis's thumb, I'd have to ask someone about that later. My nephew tended to be a useful source of information, I'd ask him, if I could find him, he tended to skimp his duties to hit on girls, a past time his sister and her fiancé found equally annoying and amusing, especially when he struck out. Whatever the case, I moved on to the others. Jason and Carter had found each other as well. Two moderately mad scientists, a nice combination, my grand son would like them. Anyway, they were looking for materials, and in their search, Carter found a fish's skeleton. Well, someone was getting sloppy, or he wanted them to know he was there, it was hard to know with that boy. Those two had the first plot hook if I remembered right, and I almost always did. Whatever the case, they wouldn't go far unless they met up with the others. Maybe I should help... no, I've avoided Ptolemy's upstart god this long by staying out of these kinds of things, I'll stick to my watchers position unless something changes. To move away from those thoughts, I moved on to the latest addition to my watch list. Russel was a nice young man, a truth seeker, who would not let anything stand in his way. He was lucky he had the protection of two of my nephews, or some of his jobs might not have ended as well as they did. Finally I turned my attention from the newest to the oldest. The wanderer. He was flying towards Thebes now. Reporting to his friend. I thought to my self for a moment. Perhaps that friend of his might have a bit of a connection to Miss Winston's unusual circumstance. I'd have to do some more looking into that.
The Civilian: A young man sat by his window, reading from a heavy tome written in hieroglyphics. A tap at his window sill caught his attention. He looked over to see a raven sitting at his windowsill, a lecture from his professors and another one from his friend had drilled the differences into him. He opened up the window. "Hey Blacky, I'll get you a drink, that must have been a long flight," he commented as he turned to get a cup of water he kept near his bed side. "It was, and didn't I tell you not to call me that?" came a reply from behind him. He turned around and passed the cup of water in his hand to a young man about his own age, with dark blue eyes, black hair, and tan skin, dressed in all black. "Yes, but it is fun to annoy you," the young man said to his companion, "especially because I don't have much to tease you about." "Don't bug me too much, or else you'll have no one to help you spy on your girlfriend," the tan youth said, pushing one of his friends few buttons. The young man immediately got flustered. "She's not my girlfriend!" he shouted, before quieting down, "you can't be spreading rumors like that." "I'm hardly spreading rumors, you're pretty much the only person I talk to," the tan youth responded, lounging on his friend's chair, "besides, you're fiancé won't hear, she's pretty far away." "Yes, but you can never be too cautious," replied the young man, "anyway, how is she, not my fiancé I mean-." "I know who you mean, she's fine," the tan youth responded, "she almost got mugged, but she got out of it and made a new friend." "You have a strange definition of fine," responded the young man, "but as long as she is safe, then that is fine." "She's fine, how do you know her anyway?" asked the tan youth, "she's not from around here." "I don't know how I know her," answered his companion, "I just, well, do." "Ok then," replied the tan youth, "well weirder things have happened. Anyway, I'm sleeping here tonight." "Sounds fine," his friend answered, but the youth didn't hear him, he was already curled up on the bed as a black cat. "Well then, time to get back to homework," thought Alex Wilcox, and that is exactly what he did.
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