Walkin' in Memphis

Asina was not wearing her typical Hunter's garb of silver clothes. Instead, she was in what she referred to as the "I can look like a mortal" outfit. Her Viva La Pluto shirt, blue jeans, and a leather jacket. Of course, the looking like a mortal thing was thrown off by having her bow and quiver strapped to her back, and a hasta in her hand as she stalked through a dim alley at dusk. She was wearing mortal clothes, though, because she was in a mortal city and for some reason mortals frowned on strange garb.

Why was she in a mortal city? Well, Memphis, Tennessee had been having reports of an unholy large dog. A beast from the underworld. Not a hellhound, not even Spot. Asina knew where he was, in the underworld as always. Lady Diane had suggested possibly Orthus. Which led a hunting party to Memphis. The only problem was, Asina had lost her hunting party in the city, unused to the crowds and the traffic and generally speaking people. It had been daylight too, which made everything worse.

So, alone, in a strange city, Asina was paranoid. She didn't want any run-ins with mortal police, but she wasn't inclined to put her hasta away at the moment. She could just feel something was in the air. Something powerful. The Hunter moved to the edge of the alley, peeking out for a moment to see if there was anything coming. Or anyone. Maybe if she made it to a diner. Or somewhere with a fountain and a light, she had drachma for that archaic iris messaging. Anything. With a grunt, she turned down the larger road, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone. Or if she did, the mist would hide it.