Shatter EP

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.

Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.

A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.

Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.

Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.

Comments

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"You'd be amazed how many do." Mort replies quite dryly.

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

She smiles a little again, almost apologetic as she shrugs. Many might, but Jordan isn't one of them.

The dog at her side whines again. Jordan glances down at her and makes a small gesture - which the dog then gleefully obeys by racing over to Mort's tree. She's big, a bloodhound, and when she puts both front paws on the trunk of the tree, her head is even with and even taller than quite a few of the gods' adornments.

Which means he gets a good look at the floppy face of Jordan's dog.

"You said you're a god?"

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"Who's a good puppy huh, who's a good puppy?" Being that close to his adornments, it might be confusing to the dog as the voice is coming from multiple sides now.

"Mort, God of Prophecy and Reflection, formerly of the Norau Pantheon."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Yeeeah, the dog didn't like that much. Floppy ears prick up, as much as they're able, and then press flat to her head. Big dark eyes get bigger and the dog whines and slides off the tree.

It's talking to her and she can't smell it and it's everywhere and she's running back to Jordan like a little kid that goes running back to Mommy.

The young woman makes a single, soft comforting sound and scratches the dog's ears again. It doesn't fix everything, but the bloodhound looks a little calmer for it. She doesn't look much calmer for Mort's explanation either, eyebrows lifted high and curious.

Wary, too. It isn't often Jordan comes across a Pantheon she hasn't heard of. "I'm sorry," she says after a moment, still petting the dog's head, "I don't recognize that name. What culture is it?"

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"American." His mouth turns up slightly. "We're new."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

New. It's a word that doesn't often precede 'god' and Jordan's expression shows that skepticism, or maybe just an expectation of some sort of punchline.

"You mean Witchcraft."

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"No, not really."

He strokes his chin.

"I mean we're new Gods. Recently imbued with the powers of divinity, as it were."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

"Prophecy and Reflection," Jordan quotes quietly, frowning a little. Not angry, but quizzical, confused and trying to understand.

"That doesn't just make you a prophet?"

Why 'God'?

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"Prophets speak for Gods. I am given control over all Prophecy. Like in the old pantheons, how Apollo was both the sun and prophecy."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Jordan nods. The thought crosses her mind to argue, but she dismisses it. It wouldn't get her anywhere and at this point, in the middle of nowhere, it wouldn't be wise to piss off the only person talking to her.

"Do you know where I am?"

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"Very close to the Grand Canyon." Information wants to be free.

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Jordan appreciates his freedom of information act.

She nods vaguely and glances around, away from the tree. "Which way?" A tourist stop isn't the best and brightest of civilization, but probably a good place to start.

Y'know. In any world but this one.

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"I see you heading for Kansas." His head tilts to one side, his eyes turning into liquid pools of mercury, reflections themselves.

"There are people familiar to you in this world. Monsters, as well."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

That wasn't the answer she was looking for, nor is it all that reassuring because of it. But... people that are familiar to her.

Sara. Charlie.

"Who?"

Monsters don't concern her. Monsters are everywhere and she's familiar with plenty of them.

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"Not family of blood or law, but bound by a common cause." His vision clears. "You will see."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Her face falls, just a little bit. Enough to notice, even if it's not immediately apparent how much that hurt.

Still. She's talking to a mirror. It's entirely possible that her family is here and this... guy. Doesn't know.

"You mean hunters."

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"I might. The problem with prophecy is that it tends to the vague." He makes no excuses.

"But, in the vein of non future information, I can tell you there is a gas station about 13 miles north." He points in the right direction. "No one has scavenged it yet, lots of twinkies."

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Jordan arches an eyebrow and hefts her backpack unconsciously. She has stores already - well, trailmix - but appreciates any direction at this point. "Are there people around?" she asks. "You said Kansas has the city, right?"

It's hard not to comment on his gift of prophecy, and how he sounds more like a prophet than a god. Jordan manages by focusing her attention on her dog and giving her another earscratch.

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"Kansas has many cities. It falls under a zone where nothing can pop in. But the biggest city is there, yes."

Mort smiles that slight smile of his.

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Jordan smiles hers.

Vaguely, she wonders if he trusts hers anymore than she trusts his.

"I guess I should start walking, then."

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"It's for the best. If you check the bushes on your right in about three miles, there will be a bicycle, it may be of use."

Little tidbits, it's what gets him followers.

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

Eyebrows lift, surprised by the tip, but Jordan's nod is grateful. "Thank you," she replies quietly. She turns to start working and the slight tilt of her head gets the bloodhound to bound after her, tongue out and happy.

At least one of them is.