| A New Day (open) |
[18 Apr 2013|01:19pm] |
Dawn.
A bright new day, the Sun barely breaking the horizon as its rays reached out to warm the land As Re stumbled to his kitchen, he mused (as he did many mornings) about how grateful he was to be back. Many took it all for granted. The sun rose, the sun set, the sun rose...the cycle was endless to their minds. They never knew what perils he faced each night. While he was confident in his abilities, and those of the gods that joined him in his barque to protect him, he also knew not to underestimate the serpent. Apep was even older than he was, and his old adversary had many tricks.
( But here he was... )
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| Renewed Acquaintance (tag: Harmonia) |
[10 Apr 2013|08:21am] |
Isis had really hoped Harmonia would have been around to see her by now. She was so very pleased that the younger goddess was back among the living. She also understood that after all this time, it was going to be more than a little daunting trying to acclimate herself in the world again. Things had progressed so far. It was one thing to watch the world change over the long years, and quite another to disappear from it and be startled by it all at once upon returning.
( cont... )
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| A Joyful Noise [tag: Philotes] |
[31 Mar 2013|10:16pm] |
Upon returning to Philotes' mountain home after her date with Tyr, Harmonia melted. Quite literally it seemed. She had tip-toed through the house in the dark, not turning any lights on because she wanted to avoid waking Lottie if she was home and because she was still processing the evening in her mind and wasn't ready to answer questions.
There likely would be questions. That's what best friends did, they talked about each other's lives and helped make sense of them. And she had left Philotes a note about where she was going knowing full well she was going to have to talk about it eventually. Except Harmonia was severely lacking in the ability to talk about men without stuttering like a moron. This whole thing, the nerves and excitement and that really warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her feel happy all over... it was all new. ( She had no experience. )
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| A Humble Return (Tag: Zeus) |
[28 Mar 2013|10:21pm] |
Prometheus had spent a month trying to sort out the return of his immortal grace. After he'd calmed down, he thought maybe it was a fluke. Perhaps Zeus had gotten distracted by something, or had undone some other proclamation and accidentally undid his banishment as well. Then he thought maybe he wasn't actually un-banished, and he'd always still had the ability to bring to life small things. Just... in two thousand some odd years he'd never accidentally used it? Yeah, that had made little sense to him. It wasn't likely that this was an ability he'd always had and could just now use. Then he spent a week or so thinking that perhaps it was just something small, it wasn't his full powers.
( Here goes nothing. Remember. Keep calm. It's been thousands of years. Bury the fucking hatchet )
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| A Quiet Day (tag: Hermod) |
[14 Mar 2013|10:48pm] |
One of the things about life, good or bad, was that it marched inexorably onward. Things were still unsettled and up in the air, but her pantry was empty. So despite not knowing how things were with Idun and Bragi, since no one bothered to tell them anything, Sigyn set out to walk to the one grocery store in Nowthen. Unsurprisingly, Loki liked being fed.
True, she could have handled things differently. It wasn’t as though they needed to do things the mortal way. But Sigyn had found that she liked interacting with the people in the little town. It had been only her and Loki in the cave for so long, just the two of them with only the occasional visit from Hel or Idun, with only temporary escapes for herself every century or so. Being around others again was almost heady.
( And it was a real treasure to be able to walk in the sunshine. )
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| Party is Over (tag: Bes) |
[12 Mar 2013|12:50am] |
The rumors had started a few days before. He had heard them from so many different sources that he would be hard pressed to not believe them. The question was what did he do about it? If anything at all. All he knew right at that moment was one thing.
Set had returned.
( Upon hearing the news, )
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| Protocol (tag: Persephone) |
[11 Mar 2013|10:08pm] |
Nyx did not like being put in this sort of position. If it were not for the fact that he'd done what he'd don on behalf of their daughter, she would currently be quite put out with her husband. But the fact was Nyx would have done whatever necessary to protect Hybris, just as much as Erebos would. As much as he had. Though she would like to think that she'd manage to do so without the possibility of stepping on the wrong toes.
( The youngsters could be so touchy sometimes. )
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| Have I Told You Lately [tag: Hybris] |
[11 Mar 2013|08:59pm] |
The crackling in the fireplace was common this time of year, though she didn't really frequent her Bucharest home during the winter months. However, given the circumstances, the company she had requested the presence of and the topic of which Enyo wanted to discuss were not appropriate for Olympus at all. Not if she wanted to keep this under wraps and try to instigate a war between pantheons anyway. Which she most definitely did.
Enyo just hoped Hybris was willing to leave her pet for a time and come gloat about him. Well, and Enyo was hoping she could get something out of Hybris that she could use to taunt the Norse with a bit. Like a lock of hair, a bit of clothing... he was a poet, right? Maybe an audio recording of him singing a dirge while one of them played with him, that was something that could be easily sent anonymously to Asgard. Maybe Bragi would even cry. ( If not voluntarily, Enyo would be happy to make him cry. )
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| Nothing Like a Cuban and Scotch (Tag: Thoth and Isis and more? Hehe!) |
[28 Feb 2013|09:03pm] |
The office was dark, only a faint desk lamp lighting a small portion of the enormous redwood desk. The walls were blood red, the carpet black. Everything else in the room was shiny chrome and steel, hard, cold, unforgiving. Just like the man that sat at the desk with his red Tony Lama rattlesnake skin boots propped on one corner, the Cuban cigar sticking out of one corner of his mouth. In this world he was known as Seth Richards. But in the Duat and the realm of the gods, he was simply known as Set.
“What do you mean you can’t motherfuckin’ get the well to work?” Set growled in a deep bass voice. He took the cigar from his mouth, tucking it between the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand and pointed to the man before him. “I am not payin’ you to tell me the well won’t work. I’m payin’ you to fix it. Now get the hell outta my office!” He watched as the man rushed to the door, reminding Set of a rat scurrying. In annoyance, Set flicked his finger towards the man and smiled coldly as the thin, hairless tail appeared.
It had been a long week and winter in Dallas was not one of Set’s favorite times of year. He yearned for the sand of Egypt, wished Naqada was still on the map. That was where he longed to be. ( Maybe it was time for a vacation. He would’ve considered Vegas, except the city actually had snow. Snow! In Vegas! What was up with that? )
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| The Compass Is Always North [Open to Loki] |
[26 Feb 2013|01:08pm] |
Boston wasn't a bad place to be meeting an old friend. Manannan quite liked the city, he quite liked seafood, and he quite liked frigid air, reminding him of the Otherworld, and of many nights in the cold Atlantic. And, Boston made it oh-so-easy to get seafood and people-watching was far too enjoyable. So, a bit like a loon, he was sitting on a park bench at the edge of Christopher Columbus Waterfront park. He had a bowl of hot lobster mac and cheese from a shop in Faniuel Hall, as well as a crabcake burger that he was noshing casually as he watched boats casually cut through the water.
( His appetite had certainly improved since his encounter with the Egyptian Goddess Bast. )
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| Well, that was unexpected. [Tag: Dionysus] |
[24 Feb 2013|12:08pm] |
It had been a stressful few weeks: stocks were down, weather was shit, the elevator in the condo was out for maintenance. One of his neighbors had a kid with some form of screaming illness like colic. He thought about buying them out, maybe tearing down the wall between his condo and theirs and putting in a home theater. One of those super swank ones with recliners and a popcorn machine. But then he remembered that stocks were down and he couldn't afford buying a 2 million dollar condo then adding another couple hundred thousand in renovations on top of that.
( And then he remembered he wasn't actually Peter Keagan, philanthropist-trust-fund-stock-market-guru. That was his mortal identity. He was once Prometheus, a Titan. A God. Of course, that hadn't been true in centuries. In an effort to console himself, Prometheus decided to do one of the few things that still made him content. He spent the better part of the afternoon sculpting a hand from clay. ) After a few hours work, Prometheus sat back to admire what he had made. It looked far to real to sell or trade to his usual art co-ops. It was propped up on it's own fingers, like a pianist's hand ready to play a concerto, fingers at the ready above the keys. He chuckled to himself as he was suddenly reminded of the hand from The Addams Family.
Then the hand twitched. It's fingers flexed and pushed, and it skittered across the work table like a 5 legged spider. Prometheus did what any sane, rational individual would do; he screamed like a girl, fell backwards off his work bench, flailed around for anything that could be used as a weapon, and beat the clay hand to death with a hammer.
Once the mangled mess of clay was safely in the kiln where it could skitter no longer, Prometheus took a few deep, calming breaths and grabbed his cell phone. He flicked through his contacts to find the only person he could think to call at this moment and dialed. Answer your damned phone, Dionysus...
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| Built Ram Tough (tag: Philotes) |
[17 Feb 2013|10:38pm] |
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After his meeting with his brother, Vidar realized that he needed to get a date of his own. He just would wait until after Valentine’s Day for his. He had sent Hermod to Philotes with a note asking her if she would like to go out with him. Without Bragi and Idun setting them up. Hermod had muttered something about Vidar getting a cell phone. Vidar thought that was a bit silly. ( If he had a phone, he would be expected to talk on it. )
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| What Now? [tag: Odin] |
[14 Feb 2013|08:37pm] |
Loki didn't mind winter. Actually, he sort of looked forward to it with a fondness one might have for an old reliable friend that came by the same time every year. The cold was a nice break from being too warm, a definite problem when you were a fire giant. But, even though he was used to and loved the cold, that didn't mean that everyone was. So while the idea of stoking up a nice bonfire in his backyard in February appealed to him -after all that was what you did when in the Norselands part of Midgard in winter or Jotunheim at any time of year, he was fairly certain it would earn more than just an odd look from his neighbors.
Besides, he was aiming for company and this wasn't the sort of company Sigyn was going to be too happy about allowing in the house to use the can. In fact, there was the risk she'd stand in the doorway with that spiked baseball bat she had. What the hell did she have something that medieval looking for anyway? ( She should at least have invested in a gun, it would look less barbaric. )
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| The DATE (tag: Harmonia) |
[14 Feb 2013|02:42am] |
Tyr stood outside the CN Tower in the cold, waiting. He’d gotten there earlier than he needed to, but he didn’t want Harmonia to show up in a strange place and have to wait alone. Assuming she showed up at all. Which he had to assume she would, since she hadn’t backed out so far. Not even after he sent her a text asking her to meet him here. He’d given her a bit of a brief overview, perhaps too brief he had realized on reflection, but enough. He had advised Harmonia that they would be dining in a “fancy restaurant”, as he believed he had put it, the 360 Restaurant by name, and that she should bring a change of warm clothes for after.
( Assuming they made it through dinner and there was an after. )
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| Prodigal Son (open to anybody on Olympus) |
[13 Feb 2013|11:57pm] |
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The cacophony of sound was raucous and nearly violent, spreading out in rippling bursts of noise that mirrored the damage being done to the pristine lawns that covered most of the mountain. When the percussion section began, it only grew louder and clouds of dust rose as the bricks from the walkway were clapped together. But it led to a good deal of dancing, which only made the singers whoop louder in appreciation. Then somebody accidentally stepped on one of opossums, and the shrieks joined in with the whooping and the hollering and somebody started with the first zaghareet, which was swiftly followed by an entire chorus. There was absolutely no doubt:( Dionysus was back on Olympus. )
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| A Terrible Predicament [tag: Erebos] |
[09 Feb 2013|07:25pm] |
Zeus paced for a good hour after Hermes left his office. The fact that the information needed to be delivered in privacy had automatically given the Olympian a sick acidic feeling in the pit of his stomach -the likes of which he couldn't even recall the last time he had felt. This was bad. It was very bad. Not just for Hades, but for Zeus as well. It was bad for Greece as a whole.
As soon as Hermes left, he first sat back in his chair and sighed. Then, alone in the privacy of his office, he leaned forward over his desk, drank some scotch and rubbed at his face while deep in thought. It was then that he stood and started pacing about the room. There was no good or easy way to broach this subject with his brother. Though, as much as he wanted to handle this as delicately as possible for the benefit of both himself and his brother, and their realms as a result, now was not a time for careful planning. Now was a time for action.
The longer Bragi -and creation help them all Idun was stuck there now too, remained in the Underworld while Zeus knew about it the worse this was going to look in the eyes of the Norse. Not even to mention that Hybris may have forced them to eat or drink down there. In which case, rules were going to need to be broken. Abducting an Olympian and holding her captive to serve as a bride because her mother was impossible was one thing. Kidnapping, imprisoning and possibly torturing two foreign gods was a whole other animal. Rules would be broken.
There was not time to consult Hera. He needed to talk to Hades immediately to rectify this problem in as expedited a manner as possible with as little collateral damage as possible. And Zeus was going to have to not only convince Hades that one of his subjects had seized not one but two Norse deities but also that it was in their best interest if they be handed over to Zeus to be returned to the Norse as soon as possible. It would give Hades the opportunity to deal with Hybris as he saw fit, Zeus a chance to save face for all of Greece in front of the Norse, and would hopefully keep all of Asgard from beating down the gates of the Underworld. For all the difficulties between he and his brother, Zeus did not wish that on him.
Which brought Zeus to the gates of the Underworld himself, scowling at Cerberus in a very alpha-dog manner in order to keep the creature from drooling on him and calling for his brother. “Hades. Brother. We have matters to discuss. Grant me passage.” He tapped his foot and stared at Cerberus. This was far from ideal. But to summon his brother to Olympus would probably be futile. No, Zeus hoped that by entering the Underworld that Hades would not be able to avoid the truth. He'd even force his brother to take him to Hybris to prove that he was wrong. And when he was right, he'd rub his brother's nose in it rather like a pup that had piddled on the floor. Hermes was a silver-tongued devil at times, but this was not something he would lie about.
“I demand entrance!” This time it was directed to whomever would hear him. If no one responded soon, well, he'd just use a Thunderbolt to blast his way in. That would serve his brother right for ignoring him. It wasn't so much that he couldn't just go in. But politics demanded he go through the proper channels and be let in.
He had five minutes before Zeus brought down the gates. Less if the cursed dog drooled on his suit.
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| When The Boat Comes In... [Open to Bast] |
[06 Feb 2013|07:15pm] |
That jukebox had to be playing the worst, poorest excuse for music he had ever heard. The shifting neon colors from the machine's attempt to match the beat were an eyesore, but not completely intolerable. No, it was definitely the music. Manannan was a god of the sea, of sailor shanties and organic, rousing melodies that came from the soul. This was some sort of synthetic pop tune that he had heard more than enough of. It was almost as synthetic as the liquor this bar in Seattle was attempting to ply him with. If he did not have the copious, nigh-inexhaustible patience that he did, Manannan would have left by now.
( However, the bartender did have a bottle of gin that Mac was about two minutes away from wheedling out of the crotchety old man. )
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| So Not Good. At All. (narrative) |
[04 Feb 2013|09:27am] |
Hermes was used to trouble. Usually, he instigated it, or at least had a hand in it somewhere. Occasionally, however rarely, it had little to nothing to do with him. This was one of those cases. He wouldn't even be involved if not for his father's request.
The Norse were still all up in arms (figuratively, so far, thank all that was holy) over their missing god. To the point where Zeus thought it was worth at least a show of concern and sent Hermes off to double check the Underworld. It made sense; he was a messenger there, and no one would suspect his presence.
Even so, he made a quick stop off at Hades' for the cap. He really didn't have any idea where the Underworlder was at, but he wasn't in his temple, making it almost too easy for Hermes to lift the invisibility weilder. He'd had harder times than this, making him think everything was so easy there was no way he would find anything. And for a while he didn't.
( One thing about messengers... )
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| House on Haunted Hill (Underworld Rulers) |
[02 Feb 2013|10:29pm] |
It wasn't exactly a formal affair. She didn't want to have everything bogged down by formalities and niceties for the entire night. She enjoyed catching up with other rulers. There were always plenty of stories to share and things to learn from each other. In her experience, the rulers of the dead had a much more interesting view on the world of the living. A lot of gods stopped dealing with people after they bit the dust. The ones that were invited to the party did a lot of the work after that point.
Nothing had been changed for their arrival. The castle, non-drafty, was dark and looming. It had a classic Gothic design. It had dark corners, large stained glass windows which were highlighted by the candlelight. The carpets were all sorts dramatically deep reds mixed with black. The artwork were several macabre pieces. ( Hades' friend did like to have his fun. )
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| You Are Invited [Open to Reactions] |
[02 Feb 2013|10:13pm] |
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The little bats had all gathered roosting on the branches of her garden. They fidgeted on the branches and sometimes screeched as she walked by them. Persephone wasn't irritated by the noise, but found comfort in their presence. They were all very excited to be put to use. Usually only one was sent, but for this matter ( they would all be dispatched to serve her. )
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