02-10-2018, 05:49 PM
The Huntress twitched at first, pointing the barrel of her weapon alternatively at Madge and Drake. When neither of the secondaries stopped smiling at her agitation, Pyrrha finally relented and lowered her rifle...though she did not put it away.
"I am Pyrrha Nikos. Huntress and Prime." she said slowly. The latter of the two descriptors still felt unfamiliar and alien on her tongue, as if it were a title she was not fully willing to accept. Contrary to her expectations, it was not her status as Prime that excited the elderly lady.
"Nikos!? My my, Helen will be so excited to have a fellow Greek visiting. Come! Come inside out of that dank hallway." Madge said, bustling forwards and grabbing Pyrrha by the wrist. She blinked slowly as she was dragged into the brightness of the converted apartment, with Drake following silently behind them.
"Greek?" she murmured softly.
The interior of the the Tier Three Suburban Women's Club was far less dingy than the apartment building that housed it. Bright, curtained bay windows let in a flood of the artificial daylight in Tier Three, casting long shadows on a clean looking white carpet. A variety of potted plants and flowers sat arranged on various shelves and sills, and the air was heavily scented with both exotic cooking and rosy overtones. Approximately ten ladies of various ages mulled around the room, as if a shotgun hadn't just gone off within twenty feet of them. They gossiped softly, showing one another new novelties on their datascreens or sipping gently steaming cups of tea.
"Helen? Helen! We have a Miss Nikos visiting with Drake today!" Madge called out to the kitchen. There was a pause before excited yelps began approaching around the corner. A heavyset, boistrous, long-nosed woman came around the corner straight at Pyrrha with a moist look in her eye. Singular indeed, since there was a bright pink patch over her right socket.
"Theé mou! Ohh kalós mou Theós! Poios eínai aftó to ellinikó moró pou me éferes, Drake?" the lady asked in excited tones. She grabbed Pyrrha squarely by the face and offered a loud kiss on either of the confused Huntress's cheek. Caught in the moment, and slightly panicking, Pyrrha did her best to return the sudden gesture before being enveloped in a crushing bear hug.
"Ohhhhh Paídi mou." Helen cried into Pyrrha's shoulder. The red-haired Prime looked to Drake for advice, but the cab driver was too busy gabbing with another nearby woman.
"I-I'm sorry...I don't understand." Pyrrha said, managing to break away from Helen's suffocating girth. Helen blinked slowly before tapping Pyrrha playfully on the nose.
"You don' speak greek, paídi mou? Notta problem. You learn in time. I'm makin' fassolakia, c'mon, help! Help!" Helen said, shamelessly dragging Pyrrha into the kitchen. Before the polite huntress could even manage to squeak out another attempt to clarify, she found herself helping the one-eyed woman cutting up greenbeans. Drake sauntered into kitchen with yet another girl, carrying a few bags of groceries. The girl put the bags on the counter before walking up to Pyrrha and bowing politely. She also kept her red hair in a long tail, though hers was tied back with a thin, delicate ribbon. She peered into Pyrrha's dark green eyes with own similar viridian hues.
"Hi there! My name is Monika. We're so glad you stopped by today. Drake told me what happened. Don't mind him; he has a soft spot for lost-looking folks with no place to go. Oh! Your hair...certainly looks like you've been in the Moors..." Monika said softly, reaching out and running a finger down through Pyrrha's long ponytail. It hit a snag almost immediately, and the helpful young lady pulled out a robust hairbrush.
"I have some detangler in my bag! I'll be right back!" she said, skipping into the common room. As she trotted past Drake, who was tapping silently at his data device, Pyrrha finally found a moment to speak up.
"Drake...what is...all of this?" Pyrrha asked slowly, continuing to oblige her new best friend Helen by cutting up another bunch of vegetables. Drake looked up from his phone as if he had just realized the Huntress was still there.
"Hm? Oh. Tier Three Suburban Women's Club." he said before abruptly nosing back towards his screen. Pyrhha's mouth drew into a thin line.
"I picked up that part. What is the Tier Three Suburban Women's Club?" the redhead continued.
"Oh! Just a bunch of friends. I also hire them on occassion." Drake said flatly.
"To do what..." Pyrrha said slowly. Before Drake could answer, Monika traipsed back in with a bottle of spray-on conditioner. She bade Pyrrha to turn around and gave the Huntress's hair a few orange-scented spritz. The entire situation was still appallingly confusing to Pyrrha, but she would have been lying to say she wasn't enjoying this warm feeling of care and attention she was receiving from all directions. As Monika began running the brush down through Pyrrha's snarls, she tried to turn her head to follow up on her previous question, but only caught a glimpse of her cab driver turning the corner back into the living room...
"I am Pyrrha Nikos. Huntress and Prime." she said slowly. The latter of the two descriptors still felt unfamiliar and alien on her tongue, as if it were a title she was not fully willing to accept. Contrary to her expectations, it was not her status as Prime that excited the elderly lady.
"Nikos!? My my, Helen will be so excited to have a fellow Greek visiting. Come! Come inside out of that dank hallway." Madge said, bustling forwards and grabbing Pyrrha by the wrist. She blinked slowly as she was dragged into the brightness of the converted apartment, with Drake following silently behind them.
"Greek?" she murmured softly.
The interior of the the Tier Three Suburban Women's Club was far less dingy than the apartment building that housed it. Bright, curtained bay windows let in a flood of the artificial daylight in Tier Three, casting long shadows on a clean looking white carpet. A variety of potted plants and flowers sat arranged on various shelves and sills, and the air was heavily scented with both exotic cooking and rosy overtones. Approximately ten ladies of various ages mulled around the room, as if a shotgun hadn't just gone off within twenty feet of them. They gossiped softly, showing one another new novelties on their datascreens or sipping gently steaming cups of tea.
"Helen? Helen! We have a Miss Nikos visiting with Drake today!" Madge called out to the kitchen. There was a pause before excited yelps began approaching around the corner. A heavyset, boistrous, long-nosed woman came around the corner straight at Pyrrha with a moist look in her eye. Singular indeed, since there was a bright pink patch over her right socket.
"Theé mou! Ohh kalós mou Theós! Poios eínai aftó to ellinikó moró pou me éferes, Drake?" the lady asked in excited tones. She grabbed Pyrrha squarely by the face and offered a loud kiss on either of the confused Huntress's cheek. Caught in the moment, and slightly panicking, Pyrrha did her best to return the sudden gesture before being enveloped in a crushing bear hug.
"Ohhhhh Paídi mou." Helen cried into Pyrrha's shoulder. The red-haired Prime looked to Drake for advice, but the cab driver was too busy gabbing with another nearby woman.
"I-I'm sorry...I don't understand." Pyrrha said, managing to break away from Helen's suffocating girth. Helen blinked slowly before tapping Pyrrha playfully on the nose.
"You don' speak greek, paídi mou? Notta problem. You learn in time. I'm makin' fassolakia, c'mon, help! Help!" Helen said, shamelessly dragging Pyrrha into the kitchen. Before the polite huntress could even manage to squeak out another attempt to clarify, she found herself helping the one-eyed woman cutting up greenbeans. Drake sauntered into kitchen with yet another girl, carrying a few bags of groceries. The girl put the bags on the counter before walking up to Pyrrha and bowing politely. She also kept her red hair in a long tail, though hers was tied back with a thin, delicate ribbon. She peered into Pyrrha's dark green eyes with own similar viridian hues.
"Hi there! My name is Monika. We're so glad you stopped by today. Drake told me what happened. Don't mind him; he has a soft spot for lost-looking folks with no place to go. Oh! Your hair...certainly looks like you've been in the Moors..." Monika said softly, reaching out and running a finger down through Pyrrha's long ponytail. It hit a snag almost immediately, and the helpful young lady pulled out a robust hairbrush.
"I have some detangler in my bag! I'll be right back!" she said, skipping into the common room. As she trotted past Drake, who was tapping silently at his data device, Pyrrha finally found a moment to speak up.
"Drake...what is...all of this?" Pyrrha asked slowly, continuing to oblige her new best friend Helen by cutting up another bunch of vegetables. Drake looked up from his phone as if he had just realized the Huntress was still there.
"Hm? Oh. Tier Three Suburban Women's Club." he said before abruptly nosing back towards his screen. Pyrhha's mouth drew into a thin line.
"I picked up that part. What is the Tier Three Suburban Women's Club?" the redhead continued.
"Oh! Just a bunch of friends. I also hire them on occassion." Drake said flatly.
"To do what..." Pyrrha said slowly. Before Drake could answer, Monika traipsed back in with a bottle of spray-on conditioner. She bade Pyrrha to turn around and gave the Huntress's hair a few orange-scented spritz. The entire situation was still appallingly confusing to Pyrrha, but she would have been lying to say she wasn't enjoying this warm feeling of care and attention she was receiving from all directions. As Monika began running the brush down through Pyrrha's snarls, she tried to turn her head to follow up on her previous question, but only caught a glimpse of her cab driver turning the corner back into the living room...
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