Peace be with You

Peace had arrived in Manta Carlos that same day, and immediately found Oceania Park. Amongst the grey, bustling city streets, it was a welcome pop of green. She had planned on finding a quiet place to relax for a while in her human form and get a better feel for the place - she had looked upon the city initially and been saddened by the lack of space. So, she wore her favourite blue yoga pants and a loose, flowy white top with flip-flops on her feet, her curly hair bouncing around her as she walked. Yoga mat in hand, she located flat, soft ground next to a healthy-looking tree to set up at. It was a cool day, cloudy and with minimal wind, perfect conditions to relax in.

Rolling out her mat and positioning herself in the middle of it, Peace started in a comfortable meditation position before switching to more complex moves. Over the years she had tried out all the failed 'trends,' but yoga had been among the few that stuck. It just helped her to really connect with nature, feeling as close to her spiritual form while in a human body as possible.

She exuded peace and serenity around her, a feeling that only the angered could resist. She was satisfied in her own mind, but the atmosphere was unfamiliar to her. Although she would claim she was not interested in society, she silently wished somebody would come and talk to her, and keep her company in the mysterious land called Manta Carlos. She truly hoped she would improve it somehow, or at least protect it from the likes of War.

Peace was calm. She had balance, she had silence, she had... Company? A tall, young guy stood in front of her, matching her yoga position without error. She was impressed. It had certainly taken her some time to learn the techniques. Taking a moment to look at him, she was slightly surprised.

She didn't know a great deal about Earth aside from gossip throughout the Pantheon, but she still doubted that guys like him came up to strangers in the street and mimicked them. Interesting, she thought. He looked to be wearing casual attire, and seemed a normal-looking human by what she had seen, yet she sensed something... different about him. Peace couldn't quite identify what it was about him that seemed that way, but she also didn't detect any prominent hints of aggression within him.

Having heard about the human society many times before, and even being influenced by some of their customs and pastimes (yoga included), Peace thought she had just witnessed a human act. Nobody in her Pantheon ever did what the guy was doing. Maybe this was an exclusive human custom she didn't know about. Much like Christmas.

She switched positions to a more complex move, waiting to see if the guy would follow. He hadn't said anything the whole time he was there, but Peace appreciated the quiet. Not that she would ignore him, of course. She had to at least make conversation.

"Hello. My name is Peace. Nice to meet you." She said, smiling and trying to maintain her strange pose. She wondered what he was doing the park for a while before remembering she didn't really mind al that much. "Have you ever done yoga before?" She asked, and assumed the answer was yes. He was strangely gifted at it.

Well, what a polite young man he was! Peace was taken aback by the way he spoke. It seemed so old, as if he had not developed as quickly as Earth society, with their abundance of 'slang' and shortened speech. She had always kept up on the happenings of that particular planet, as it thoroughly interested her. Even though this was her first time visiting. He was very different to other goddesses' gossip of chiseled models, or their description of the way society worked. She had no clue why, but was immediately interested in the guy's story. He may aid her vague understanding of Earth's inhabitants.

Giving him a warm, kind smile, she prepared herself for a conversation. Her yoga would just have to wait, something that she wasn't entirely unhappy about. She sat down on her yoga mat, legs crossed comfortably.

The name Alistair was also an indication of the old-fashioned sense she received from him. Sure, she had heard the name Alistair over the years many a time, but it was more common in older times and would often be abbreviated nowadays.

Having learnt the skill of yoga as the more challenging human version of her essential practice, meditation, Peace was pleased to hear that other humans took part in and enjoyed it. Yet the way Alistair said 'many students' made it seem like he was not a part of the group. Instead, he mentioned that he had participated in a similar thing. That may have been the reason he could copy her so flawlessly. "Does your exercise have a name?" She asked, eager to find out if she had heard of what he had mentioned.

She had not even thought twice about Alistair's species at first, but she quickly became curious. She didn't yet know if it was polite or even socially acceptable to ask about someone's species so blatantly, however, so she would have to hold that thought. He had something about him though, like a presence, that put the already calm Peace even more at ease. It was like he seemed totally relaxed, maybe more than just the automatic effects of her power. Having heard that Manta Carlos was a little different to the rest of humanity, she asked, "So why did you come to this town?" Or city, she wasn't exactly certain. She hadn't really seen enough to confidently call it either.

((OOC: Of course I don't mind. I copied it off of someone else too))

Alistair had quickly mirrored Peace's graceful transition from upright to seated positions. She didn't notice, however, the exact likeness he executed it in. So he had understood that they were going to be having more than a passing chat now, too. This was good, it would've been uncomfortable if he remained standing, Peace thought.

The way Alistair spoke the name of the yoga-like practice, so fluently and with an unrecognisable accent, made Peace wonder at his nationality. But she wasn't one to be overly nosy, and so kept the thought to herself in case that was also considered inappropriate conversation. The name of it sounded oddly familiar, but she knew she wouldn't be able to remember where from. Two thousand years presented so many memories she just couldn't carry with her. It was like the feeling of déjà vu, another human word she had adopted into her vocabulary.

He went on to explain that the practice was from an old tribe. There were many old tribes she could remember, so she wasn't surprised. But tribes of any sort weren't really in her... Line of work. She shivered slightly at the mention of warriors. But what else could she do, they had 'war' in their name. She didn't associate with fighters. Or those who considered themselves valiant and pure while ruthlessly ending the lives of each other She hoped Alistair wasn't a warrior. It would surely make their relationship much more complicated. Throughout his explanation, Peace simply nodded along, her feelings of curiosity and horror disguised by a calm, blank gaze.

Peace had to commend him on his careful wording. It just showed that he was thoughtful, a rare occurrence in humans, if that was indeed what he was. But he had told her he had come to the island for information. Not a very warrior-like thing to do. But strangely enough, information was one of Peace's key reasons for being on the island, too.

When asked that question, Peace said, "I arrived here to observe human culture, at first. It's always been an interest of mine." Hiding her species was not something Peace took part in. She saw no shame in being a Goddess, and while she didn't tell it to everyone who would listen, she didnt try to hide it, either. So hinting that she didn't actually come from the Earth was really no big deal. "And also for work - I need to make sure everything runs smoothly here." Yes, that summed up her purpose for being there.

As for the Academy question, she answered, "No, no. I'm afraid I'm too old for that now." By 'too old,' she was of course referencing her true age of approximately two thousand years rather than her physical age of mid-twenties. Alistair was most likely younger in both ways, she thought. "And anyway, any schooling I did recieve would be overwritten by experience now How about you? Do you attend the Academy?"

Peace noted the way Alastair spoke. She wasn't completely naive, and she knew that very few on Earth would speak the way he did. It was as if he came directly from a few centuries ago... Or perhaps he did. Maybe he wasn't actually human. It would explain the word choices, even the fact that he came to talk to her in the first place. What if he had picked up on her peace aura? She wouldn't deny to any gifted creature or anyone with a basic knowledge of them that she had one.

His fascination with what she said was different to what she was used to. In her Pantheon, she wasn't exactly the most influential member due to her unwillingness to resort to violence and her resulting unpopularity with many of the gods.

Alastair mentioned that he went to the Academy, which puzzled her. She had previously guessed that he was old, based on the way he talked instead of his appearance. Surely he wouldn't still be going to school if that was the case. "Oh, well if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" She said this, hoping it wasn't a rude thing to say. She didn't want him to be offended.

"Well, yes and no," was her answer to his business question. Deciding to explain further, she said, "You see, I am a Goddess. I'm part of a Pantheon, so that is my job as such, which is similar to a business. Of course, I am not in charge of it. I am, however, in charge of a small part. I must make sure everything stays peaceful within the universe."

And that was what she had been doing for the past two thousand years. She had done her job well enough to balance out War's doing, but it wasn't enough to satisfy herself. Earth had, at times, been a neglected area for her and one that she wished to improve upon.