Mallory sticks out her hand and grabs hold of the woman. "Don't panic and try to throw that dagger or anything." She brings her up with her mind. "Please, sit." She says gesturing at the couch. She puts her laptop up and walks into the kitchen, slowly because using her telekinesis is extremely taxing. "Hungry?"
Maddalena was thoroughly surprised when the mortal brought her into her small home without touching her. But she didn't fight, barely even moved until she was indoors and took a seat. “Are you a witch?” she asked, deciding to cut right to the chase.
"Witch? Maybe if I lived 600 years ago." She giggles. "No. I am seen as strange, though." She walks back over to the woman and offers her a plate. "Turkey sandwich?"
(whats the earliest you can be online?)
(let's see… Usually around 9 CST but then I'm on pretty much all-day, if I can.)
Maddalena hums a little, accepting the answer and the food since refusing it would be rude. “But you clearly have power. Is that not the title anymore?”
(tmrw ill be on after 1030 until 150 EST)
Mallory sighs. "No, I'm regarded as a freak. Wanna know the fun part?"
(ill also be on at 645 to 715 am EST)
(ok!)
“Well… Normal humans have always been afraid of things they can’t control or understand.” Maddalena pointed out, thinking of several similar situations she remembered. “But what’s the fun part?” she asked in confusion.
"I know all of your dirty secrets. So don't try shit." Mallory says with wide eyes and a creepy little smile.
(QUOTE HAHAHA)
(Nice!)
Maddalena raised a brow at the strange change in attitude but soon smirked back. “I hardly keep secrets. But I enjoy finding out others.” she replied as her normal mischievous nature showed itself. “As for trying anything… All I need to do is reclaim something of mine.”
"Your Godhood. Yes, I know." Mallory taps her index finger to her temple. "I can read minds. I also sense that you have to earn it back."
(gtg cya tomorrow)
(cya!)
Maddalena smirked. “If you can read minds then you know who I am and how I’ve been treated.” she pointed out. “So, even if I play this game and somehow “earn” back something I’ve had since the moment I first opened my eyes, do you really think they would give it back to me?”
Mallory ponders that for a moment. "I guess that depends on how much you try. One thing for us "mortals" is that a lot of things - money, trust, happiness - depends on how hard we work." She stares into the Goddess's eyes. "I-" She laughs. "I claim your service!"
(ill be back at around 1030 ish)
(im here)
(Hi!)
Maddalena nods thoughtfully but is not completely convinced that her situation would work the way the young witch thinks. “My what?” she asks, meeting her gaze.
"Basically - because this has happened before - when an immortal falls to earth, they're to be claimed by a mortal and serve them until those who are still immortal deem you worthy of regaining your status." Mallory says, making a pen off the table float - a fidget for her ADHD. "Also, I'm not a witch."
“How interesting.” Maddalena nods, taking note of the floating pen as she considers the arrangement. “And what services would you have me perform, should I agree?”
"That's the funny thing. Watch this." She looks up and says, "I'm Mallory Kranoe, and I claim your service!" Thunder boomed on a clear day. "See? That's your king or whatever binding it. We are now bound by fate, kinda."(is that ok or should i edit?)
(i can do smth diff if you want.)
(that's fine, but it was already starting to rain before Lena came into the house)
(hm. k lemme change that)
Maddalena’s jaw dropped at both the boldness of this woman, Mallory, and the fact that the claim was so binding that they agreed to it. “You… You can’t be serious.” she huffed, though it was unclear whether she was talking to Mallory or the sky. “Fine. But you still have yet to answer my question.” she pointed out, this time obviously addressing Mallory.
"Well," Mallory says, trying to maintain a straight face but failing miserably, "Obviously, your immortal pals want you down here." She spins the pen in the air. "The last time, it was in Manhattan, some god named Apollo, he had to do this huge quest to kill, like, a snake or something." She looks the Goddess in the eyes. "Basically, immortals tend to go to extremes with their kin."