[A ball of black light explodes into existence on the floor, revealing Hawke lying down when it disapears]

::Peebles quickly hobbles up and does the obligatory stick thump onto Hawke's chest::

"Get up!"

::Hawke wakes from the poke, a little disoriented. He grabs the stick and tries to pull it away from Peebles.::

"Let's not do that , little man."

"Hands off the cane, oaf."

::He pulls his stick back, to hobble across the room.::

"Now get up, you fat lazy oaf!"

::Hawke watches the little creature as it hobbles a safe distance away. He smirks, and climbs to his feet.::

"Alright, little man, talk. What can I do?"

"You're a Gorgon, so you get some of that mystical abilities crap."

::He hobbles over to his chair and takes a seat, looking over at Hawke with a hand on his rather square chin.::

"I've never actually come across one of your kind before, you're very interesting. I've only ever heard of very advanced specimens of your... breed. Medusa was an example."

::Peebles lights his pipe and blows out a few dense clouds of smoke before returning to his speech.::

"As a neophyte, you don't have snake hair or anything, but you can turn people into stone. Kind of. By making eye-to-eye contact with your victim you semi-transform them into a stone material. They don't look like stone, but their actions will become very slow and sluggish for three posts, I assume that the stronger you get the longer you'll be able to keep them that way, and maybe you'll learn to turn them fully into stone."

::He nods.::

"I have high hopes for you, son. Don't let me down. Now, do you have any questions about anything?"

::Hawke self-consciously runs a hand through his brownish blonde hair at the mention of snakes. He listens intently to his stubby little guide, knowing that this was one of the rare moments where it was useful to keep quiet and learn.::

"Yes. How would I go about posting using the power?"

::He wonders if all he has to do is stare directly into Peebles eyes.::

::Peeble's movements suddenly slow, but with a wriggle, he shakes himself free of the grasp of Hawke's power.::

"Exactly like that, good work, boy. Now, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Yea. I'm not eventually going to grow snakes out of my head am I?"

::Hawke shakes his head.::

"Never mind, I'm ready to cause some mayhem."

"You just might. It's a characteristic of your species, after all."

::Peebles gives Hawke a manic smile.::

"Just take the left portal to go to the beach, and the right to go to the park."

::Choices, choices. Hawke looks with equal disinterest to both portals.::

(He's sending me to the mortal realm? Eugh.)

::Finally, he makes a choice and heads for the beach portal. Maybe he'd find some nice humans to snack on there.::

[Hawke appears from wherever he was.]

::Bam! Guess who's back? Back again? Hawky's back! Tell your friends! A tall, muscular, gorgon returns from his hiatus with a slight shimmering of the air. He yawns and gives a really big manly stretch - flexing muscles that have long gone unused. Too long.::

"Hullo?"

::The gorgon calls out into the darkness. His eyes glow a brief red as he flexes his powers as well.::

::A clicking sound echoes up the cave as Peebles makes his way towards where he heard a voice. An unwelcome voice. The old man leans heavily on his stick as he appears from a tunnel opening and regards Hawke with distaste.::

"What do you want?"

::He eyes the gorgon and walks closer towards him.::

"Shouldn't you be out there doing whatever it is you young'ins do?"

"Eating humas? Yeah, I'm hungry..."

::Hawke rubs his well-defined stomach to illustrate his point. A smirk forms on the gorgon's face as he remembers the waiter he killed.::

(Wonder if anyone found his body.)

::Hawke looked back at the wrinkled old man, addressing him once again.::

"So... do you little portal thing, will ya? I've got things to do, busy, busy."

"Curse you..."

::A portal appears that'll take Hawke to the demonic market and Peebles wanders off muttering.::