long story short (chaennie)

two magnets, a mystic force

Greece - 460 BC

It started with a penis.

At least, that's how Jennie tended to see it. If someone hadn't decided to etch male genitalia into the side of her sister's temple, Jennie would have never had a reason to walk amongst the mortals at the exact time and place that was needed for her entire world to shift.

So, needless to say, Jennie would like to thank the person who violated her sister's altar.

"I need you to go check it out."

Jennie flops her head back, over end of the chaise she's lying on. Upside down, she sees Yeji standing there with her arms crossed, scowl on her face.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" Jennie asks.

Yeji huffs. "You're the war god," she says, as if it's supposed to be obvious. "If you find someone down there vandalizing my shit, you'll be a lot more menacing than I will."

War god, right. That was Jennie. Sometimes she forgot the humans took the liberty of assigning her a specific title.

"But I'm not nearly as mad about this as you are," Jennie points out. "I would think a pissed off god of invention would be way more dangerous than a moderately exasperated god of war would be. Besides, I thought you usually found this sort of thing funny."

"I laugh when this happens to other people," Yeji corrects haughtily. "Not when it's my own shit!" She groans and stomps her foot petulantly. "Come on, Jen, do this for me. I thought you loved scaring mortals!"

That was true: the looks on their pitiful faces when Jennie would descend from above, flames or whatever other cosmetic effects she chose to don surrounding her was almost always enough to brighten her day. Jennie picks her head up and looks out the window at the sun, grudgingly conceding that she's done enough sitting around for the day.

"Alright, fine. I'll do it," she says, pushing herself upright. Yeji lets out a small yes in celebration before ushering her away, and in a puff of smoke, Jennie appears in front of Yeji's temple.

Well, it's less of a temple and more of an altar. A shrine, really. It's silly that Yeji is making such a big deal out of this, considering that it's not even one of her major temples, but Jennie starts investigating regardless, searching for the vandalism. When she finds it, she huffs a laugh, unable to help herself.

"Oh."

Jennie turns at the voice, finding a woman standing behind her on the steps leading to the shrine, a surprised look on her face. Her dark hair falls in ringlets around her shoulders, held back from her face with a silver circlet around her head. The white chiton she wears hangs all the way to the ground, and the angles of her face are so sharp, so distinctive that it's as though they're cut from the very same material as the marble she stands on.

Jennie is, all at once, entranced.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was here," the woman continues, taking one step away from the shrine. "I'll wait until you're finished."

"No, that's alright," Jennie says quickly, resisting the urge to fidget with her own red tunic. "I was just... finishing up, actually. Um, what are you here for?"

Somewhere in the back of Jennie's mind, she knows that she should be questioning this woman. For all she knew, she could be the very culprit she was sent down here to threaten, but somehow the possibility of doing anything to scare this woman away seems unacceptable to Jennie.

"My family's cart is broken," the woman answers. "We were hoping Yeji might bless us with a way to fix it."

Jennie nods sagely. "Well, I'll make sure to put in a good word for you," she says. At the woman's confused look, she shrugs. "I might happen to know Yeji personally."