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𓄂 "I've come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass...and I'm all out of bubble gum." ·.·.·.·.⊹✩✧ ⋆ ☾ ⋆ ✧✩⊹.·.·.·.·
Marc Spector treaded the streets of Cairo cautiously, his boots barely making a thud in the sand with how lightly he was moving. Marc had grown quite good at being inconspicuous. Being wanted in several countries would do that to you. He tipped the rim of his black baseball cap lower over his face in an attempt to hide his eyes, which were darting around looking for anyone suspicious. Though everyone looked suspicious when you were walking down a shady alleyway. Khonshu had not provided any description as to what Sekhmet's avatar looked like, claiming he would alert Marc when he saw her. He knew she was a woman, based off the pronouns the moon god was using to address her, and he knew that he wouldn't get along with her. Khonshu had said repeatedly that Marc would not like this Avatar and commanded that he not make a scene when he meets her. Not that Marc ever listens to Khonshu anyways.
The brunette man was too focused on a woman hiding in the shadows, staring back at him, to pay attention to where he was walking. This caused him to promptly run straight into another person, stumbling a bit at the sudden impact. Marc tensed. If you piss off the wrong person in the wrong part of town, you'll find yourself in a very tricky situation. He was relieved to look forward and see a teenage girl, scrunching her face and holding her nose. She had a large mane of brown curly hair that seemed slightly unkempt, which was obstructing most of Marc's view of her. When she realized her nose was not injured and only mildly sore from running into the man's chest, she dropped her hand and looked up at Marc. Her face was speckled with freckles and her brown eyes carried the irritation in her expression. Though, the noticeable height difference between the two made it hard for Marc to take the look as threatening as she clearly intended for it to be. "Sorry, I was looking for someone," he mumbled, not sure why he felt the need to explain himself. He slipped around the girl and continued on his way before she got a chance to reply, ignoring Khonshu's incessant calling of his name.
"I think you found her." Marc froze in his tracks. In his head, Khonshu had suddenly gone quiet, neither confirming nor denying the girl's statement. He turned around, slowly, to find a silver crescent shaped sickle hovering near his neck. The red strap covered handle was held confidently by the shorter girl he had just brushed off. "That is, assuming you were looking for Sekhmet?" she spoke, tilting her head and quirking her brow. Marc suddenly understood why Khonshu had been so adamant that he wouldn't like Sekhmet's Avatar. Mere moments after agreeing to become an Avatar himself, Marc had regretted it. He would regret it for the rest of his life. His hands would forever be stained red by the things he had done in Khonshu's name. Marc couldn't imagine what the goddess of war and chaos would make her Avatar do. "You are an Avatar, aren't you? Sekhmet told me there was something off about you." Marc blinked at the girl and wondered why a supposedly almighty being would choose a child to do her bidding. Getting frustrated at the man's lack of response, the girl growled and pressed the blade to Marc's neck, finally startling him out of his trance. He glared down at the glistening weapon. She did not press the sickle hard enough to draw blood, but enough to get her frustration across. "Hey! Are you an Avatar?! What diety do you serve?!"
