forum "You Are a Person of Upmost Potential. You Just Don't Know It Yet." (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started August 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Listen, I don't need any money. But if you suddenly know the cure for a brain tumor, let me know." she snapped. "Who even are you?! What do you want!?"

Havenwood was getting impatient. He snatched the locket from her and glared at her. "Who I am doesn't matter anymore. To you, anyway. Good day," He muttered through clenched teeth and stalked off, the locket dangling out of his hand, glimmering appealingly against the streetlamps.

"Wait! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I don't need money, just transfer it to the account of a woman named Camila Perez. Please." she said.

He paused. Who might that be? Perhaps the one suffering from the brain tumor? She did previously mention that…
"Alright. May I follow you back to your home? I need to speak to you in private." He turned around and walked back over.

"Fine. It's just a few blocks away, not very far." she said, strolling down the sidewalk.

Havenwood put his hands in his pockets and followed her. Was I being annoying just then? Perhaps I shouldn't have been so… repetitive… I'll be worrying about that all night, dammit. He sighed.

Maria unlocked the door to her apartment. It was small, with a tidy little kitchen, a bathroom with only a shower, a cramped living room filled with drawing and painting and such gizmos of all descriptions, along with a sofa, television, and coffee table, and a modest bedroom. "Sit down. Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thanks." Havenwood crammed himself into a small sitting chair, hoping he wasn't taking up too much room. He looked around. "Nice place you have here." He caught a look of a painting of a fascinating gizmo and grinned a little. This is who we're looking for.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Maria asked, pouring herself a glass of cheap wine.

Havenwood pushed his hoodie down, revealing his almost eerily perfect features; he was… well there was no way else to put it. He was perfect almost too much so; he had long silver hair and light gray eyes with a white pupil instead of a black one. It was almost hypnotizing.
"I was sent here by… forces I won't name, to tell you that you have chances of potential. But… you just don't know it yet. And I know it's you because of all of these paintings… I've seen them before. I recognize your craft and it's amazing." He looked at her. "We need you to create these for us."

"Okay, hold up. I'm not some inventor of engineer, I'm just an artist! I draw stuff and write webcomics and live off of ramen!"

"What?" Havenwood looked confused. "Where did all of this come from, then?"

"It's called having an imagination, dumbass."

His expression turned to one of confusion to a harsh glare. "Well, excuse me! I didn't go about this by myself… stupid Prometheus… I've always hated him…"

"Prometheus? Like, the guy from… what was it…. it was either Greek or Roman myth, I can't quite remember."

"Greek. The God of Forethought." Havenwood had dumbed his voice down into a scoff. "He's so stuck up. Asshole."

"Oh. So he's named after a god. Okay. Weird."

"No. He is a God. Where have you been living?" Havenwood gave her a quizzical look.

"The mortal realm." Maria joked. "But seriously, what parents would give their child a name of a Greek god?" she laughed.

"Gods? I was supposed to be a girl… so Zeus was sorely disappointed."

"Listen, I won't judge if you're transgender. Nobody is really supposed to be anything except for who they want to be, and it's okay if- wait, you probably mean that whoever this Zeus person is just wanted a daughter rather than a son, right? Oh dear lord, I feel like an idiot." she felt heat rise to her cheeks.

"Ugh, it was mainly Apollo who got the attention though. Leto tried her best." Havenwood smiled humorlessly. "Sorry, I'm not trans, I was supposed to be a female, and Zeus got all pissed off. Yeah, he wanted a daughter for the God of Hunting."

"Okay, pause. Maria be confused. Dafuq you mean by gods and goddesses?"

"I come from Mount Olympus. I'm the God of Hunting, so they send me out looking for humans of potential."

"For what, may I ask?"

"Oh, just… Y'know the Gods want to take stuff from humankind because they took fire and did all of this with it. I hate this job, trust me. Zeus makes me do it because he's too lazy to get off of his royally large ego." Havenwood leaned back into the chair with an annoyed sigh.

"So I'm basically going to become a sacrifice. Right? Is that what you're implying? Because if so, I'm to young to die." she said, using a serious tone and her best poker face.

"No. I'm not going to kill you. You're going to become a technician… but it's obvious that you're not one, so Zeus was wrong." Havenwood laughed. "Can't wait to tell him."

"A technician. Okay. Lovely."

"No, Zeus will just find another one, and your mind will be erased from any and all scraps of me." Havenwood shrugged. "I suppose you're relieved to hear that."