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Characters: Erato, Achilles
Date/Time: Morning of the Spring Equinox, March 20, 2012
Location: Fort Lewis
Rating: TBD--might depend on how this goes.
Warnings: The Muse is at her full power, so... possible sexuality? Maybe language?
Summary: The godlings have their powers back for the day. It's the perfect time to catalyze a legend.

Erato wasted as little time as possible getting to the military base. She had taken her car--it was still faster than trying to go on foot, goddess or not. Once she got out, she was aware of people staring at her, but she didn't have time to pay attention.

Sure, she'd been seen plenty of times by the officials who marked who came and went, but she was greeted with wide eyes and open mouths when they saw her in her truest form.
"I'm here for my hero," she announced, breezing past them.

She did not just walk into his quarters, though. Rather, she stood outside in the courtyard area, and called for him by name: "Achilles!" She watched as the crowd gathered around to watch, in awe of her presence.

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There was but another face the men turned to when she appeared. She was like a goddess, and every single one of them devoured her with their eyes and minds.

Achilles stood in his uniform, a significant glow around him. It was almost as if with her breath alone she fed to his ego. He felt reborn. He felt as if no one could touch him. Some of the men could find themselves in awe, others jealous. There was an odd mix of emotions running around the camp, all of them intensified.

He held out his hand for her to take, a strong and large one against her own dainty fingers.