Chord of Psyche

Unsupervised Drinking

The second Marcy slammed the door to her apartment and slid down it, her back against the cool metal as she panted heavily. Sweat dripped from her brow, and she stared at the ceiling in disbelief. "What— the— fuck."

The fear of being tossed out of the window with a mere flick of the man's hand propelled her home, her legs burning with exhaustion. Clutching the vial he gave her tightly, she wondered, 'What have I gotten myself into?'

With trembling hands, Marcy approached the fridge. She hesitated, now acutely aware of the vial's eerie aura. "Why isn't this one messing with me, though?" she murmured. She gingerly set the vial on the fridge, then stepped back, feeling a pang in her mind. "Interesting...they shouldn't react if I hold them. But still..."

Grabbing the vial, she quickly opened the fridge and went to place the vial inside, but as soon as she did, she felt a surge of happiness emanating from it. That joy quickly turned into an oppressive pressure on her mind when it noticed the second vial.

"Ugh!" Marcy cried out, slamming the fridge door shut. She staggered back to her mattress, collapsing onto it and curling up. The pain was intense, and she lay there motionless, trying to steady her breathing.

When the agony finally ebbed, Marcy rolled over, staring at the fridge. "This is going to be a real pain in the ass... Sigh Should I even drink these?"

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After more testing with the vials, Marcy concluded they didn't get along. The second time she opened the fridge, the vials seemed to ignore her completely, instead appearing to argue with each other by slightly shaking, and producing an eerie whistling.

'They act like they know each other—and definitely don't get along. Maybe their Gods aren't on friendly terms...'

Marcy sighed heavily. "Yeah, that's all the more reason not to drink them. But they're the blood of a God; they should grant power. And I've got thirty days...well, now twenty-nine." She rubbed her temples. "Ugh, what to do? The man said to drink both, but they seem to be at odds. Wouldn't that cause some adverse effects?"

Sitting around for a little longer Marcy got up, "Maybe I should sleep on it, but first i need a shower. I smell worse than an orc who doesn't shower."

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Marcy opened her eyes to find herself once again in a pink sky, with purple clouds swirling above. "Oh shit, here again." She quickly scanned her surroundings and saw Sobrisus lounging on the edge of his boat.

Sobrisus, with his characteristic smile, looked at her with mild amusement. "Well, well, well, I didn't expect you to retrieve another one so soon."

Marcy noted with growing suspicion that she felt unnaturally calm, realizing it was because Sobrisus was present. The fact he had given her the Ambrosia in the first place made her even more determined to get answers. "What did you give me?"

Sobrisus's smile remained unchanged. "Hmm... don't you already know? I'm sure he mentioned it."

Marcy's frustration simmered as she prepared for his evasiveness. "Alright, if you're going to be cryptic, at least tell me what will happen if I drink it."

Sobrisus's expression shifted to one of playful mischief. "And why would I do that?"

Marcy blinked, taken aback by his response. "Huh. That's not the answer I was expecting." After a moment's thought, she added, "Because you owe me that." Marcy had noticed from their last conversation that Sobrisus seemed to operate on a principle of give and take. All she had to do was make him feel he owed her.