mythopoeics

Hm.

[Filter: Angels (fallen or otherwise)]
Fine. I give in...
This is not because of caring...

Rosier. That is what you were wanting. Now you have it.

[Filter: Persephone...Hypnos added in later]
Try to avoid getting hurt.

[ Always in life had Naamah been elusive, someone who kept to herself and said nothing of her past or her thoughts. She was more adept at playing games than giving straight answers, more likely to tease and torture than deliver, but in these days, she wondered. Was there much of a point to hiding? It was almost cowardly, not unveiling herself, when she'd once been a queen of Hell.

Well, that could change. ]

[ filter; all judeo-christians ]
Feathered ones, Horsemen, denizens of Hell~ This is Naamah speaking.

[ filter; fellow wives ]
Testing, testing~

Breaking my nose is up there on things I will make you pay for, Khaos.

In other news (ha, I typed nose first), I'm all kinds of angry and stressed.

[Filter: Private]

Any time now, Father. Any time you feel like you can come on down and help us. We have been trying for so long, some longer than others. And with that warning left behind, I'm not going to call it a bluff.

I've a child to think about. Her mother is useless. I've done all I can to prevent her from having Maeve but I don't trust this world to not find a way to send a good girl to a woman like that. My family, my parents here aren't reliable. My brother is a possibility if...he can do it. I could leave her to Kokabiel but if something also happened to him...

I need to be here for her, Father. Help us. Hear me and help us.

[Filter: Siblings + Hecate * other Underworldlings]

Sudden vacation with a new friend to Turkey! I'll be leaving early next week and I'll be back in a month's time. It'll be colder and horrible when I get back but I think I'll tolerate it better when I have some nice memories to keep me perky during the more bleak moments.

Be good! ♥

[Filter: Rosier]

♥♥ Please visit my apartment once a day to check on my plants. And do you want anything from Turkey?

[Filter: Private]

PLEASE DO NOT LET ANYTHING GO HORRIBLY WRONG. I need this. Give me this if you're going to make me suffer another cold, horrible winter away from


Just let me have this.

[Filter: Private]

Counted at least five crazies here. And I was invited. In fairness, I think I fit here.


Like hell I'm telling a single one of them that.

[Filter: Public]

Might just be me but I think hiding how to exclude one's self from this...delightful little place is more suspicious than people calling other folks names that belong in history books. Or in the minds of hippies. Seriously, no opt-out option? I guess one could just go about ignoring it but then human nature's stupidly curious.

Would be nice if I could at least get excluded from some of the weird filters here, too. Also, pretty sure 'Loki' is Tom Hiddleston right now and he's not here.

Right. You can call me Raoul and nothing else because there is nothing else.

Back to being a child alone. It is more quiet. I like that. I bought extra locks for my house and my office at work. It was not a good idea, I think, to talk to siblings. They will be pokey

At least I have come back richer than I left.

[Being dead was... interesting. So interesting that Hypnos remembered nothing of it upon waking up in his father's apartment, the one he'd had yet to give up. He remembered the dying -- that was hard to forget -- but everything that came after was a haze. Nevertheless, he was here now. Dying and coming back to life was so unnatural when they lived as humans without the existence of Hades, and now...

Now he needed his family.]

[ filter; family ]
Are you all at home?

[ filter; zurvan family ]
Ah. Sorry.

[ filter; all angels ]
We are being toyed with once again.

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
Despite the circumstances, I still consider you family.

[ filter; troilus & aeneas* ]
Where are the both of you?

[ filter; morgan ]
Tell me you're alright.

[ filter; death ]


[ ooc: he's not aware troilus is gone, sob ]

Someone had better explain why we are suddenly a host to soldiers who aren't behaving in a very soldier-like manner.

[Filter: Babylonians]

Those Niflheimians are unpredictable. Ally with the more powerful countries immediately. Corner and massacre them. If they are not whipped into obedience, we will be razed to the fucking ground. We need power and cunning.

We must do something now that something appears to be wrong with the soldiers. They don't quite seem drunk but they do appear drugged in some manner. This is luck and we must take advantage of it to show this world that we are not their doormat.

[Enough time had passed that the opium was out of his system. It had been for a little while, though, but he'd been avoiding people. He didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't care if they were annoyed by the fact that his door was locked. It was all in the name of getting his emotions in check and back under his control. It wasn't until then that he picked up his journal.]

[Filter: Leyla]
This is as you wished. I am fine. There will be no need for worrying. If you need to complain about some need for worrying that you have, then I think you should get it over with so it is out of the way. Oui?

[Filter: Pasithea]
I do not... There is really no correct thing to say... Ah

I...would ask how you are doing, but I believe I know the answer. Is there anything I can do? This is the trouble with emotions...You still feel obligated to check on people

I can say this one thing...I am not dead. Not that I was in danger of dying. I'm just...saying. Not dead. But Hypnos-

I can't...believe I never did this more. It's like...floating in a sea of calm happiness.

I could fall asleep. I think that would be a nice way to spend the rest of this time. Sleeping.


[ooc: Rosier possibly got into the opium.]

[Rosier had come slowly to the realization of who he was. He looked at the journals and quietly ignored all the other journals. People had obviously remembered things. He felt vulnerable in the knowledge that other people knew him. Would they remember his true name? He didn't know. If they did...well, it was only a matter of time before his brothers found him. The panic came on slow but coiled tight around his chest and he got up, leaving his study and his work to go to an empty little shack across the fields. It was his place. People could find him there. He knew.

Fuck.

People knew. They'd seen. He couldn't handle that. Not right now. Not around other people. He could barely focus. Once he got to the room, he sat down and started breathing slowly, trying to calm himself, level his emotions and put it all behind him. That was what he would do. He would ignore it. He would ignore all of it.

There was one singular prayer muttered into his knees. His anger with his father was placed aside for that brief moment. The need for guidance was more important and yet he was still angry. He couldn't stop being angry. "You won't help me...even if I need you," he spat before going back to practicing his breathing. He was always better at helping himself. He didn't need anyone else. He closed his eyes. The only good thing he could see right now...was that he was at least spared marriage. Maybe he'd actually partake in the opium. It wouldn't help anything...but at least he wouldn't have to think.]

[Filter: Rosier]

Sometimes, I go to sleep wishing we could do it all over again. They are ashes now and that wish is futile but it remains.

I don't feel as satisfied as I thought I would. Nothing, I think, will satisfy me, Rosier, as nothing will bring back to me a warm, gently breathing Hypnos. Our youngest brother will never lay about as I comb my fingers through his impossibly soft hair. I will never wait with great patience for him to open his eyes and smile again.

Something was done. Justice was obtained but I still don't feel right.

So what do we do now?

( wake me up, wake me up when all is done, i won't rise until this battle's won, my dignity's become undone~ )

[ filter; pollux ]
I apologize in advance if I seem different, but I've found out a dear friend of mine as passed away and I'm not sure how to take it. Would it be too much to ask you to just hold me for a little while? After everything, I need you even more.

...if you're busy I understand.

If anyone knows any information regarding the whereabouts a woman named Syrinx, please let me know immediately.  Even if they're just rumors.  Anything that leads to finding her will be monetarily rewarded.

[Filter: Family]
I heard of the fire and- please let me know you're all fine.  I don't even care about the crops, just be fine.

[Filter: All citizens of Babylon]
Because the Sultan has been silent on the matter, I decided it is my duty to inform you of our region's current situation.  I understand our decision will not be a popular one, but the necessity of it was not taken lightly.  We have secured a path through Babylon along the border of Camelot for soldiers of Nilfheim and Iriy to pass through in exchange for a toll.  We have military forces guarding that path in case of incident, but we have assurance from both countries that there should not be any problems that would lead to Babylonian land or people being harmed.  Please do not be alarmed by their presence and let us all hope that this war is swift.  In the meantime, please keep to the main cities of Babylon and limit your travel through those designated areas. 

[Helen had heard rumors of a rival family wanting to put an end to Rosier's family, but she didn't really care much for them. She had more important things in mind, like... Hector, and that weird brother of his. Other things to take care of. Still, when the day was done and she sat down to write -anything not to think of that man - she wondered and thought to ask.]

[Filter: Rosier]

Tell me, do your fields burn yet?

Today's been the least busy of my days. I'm not sure I can be pleased about that I even spent time in the fields, which was a little strange, since I'm almost never out there...to help.

[Filter: Siblings]
Come see me. I've missed y- No. Nevermind. We're having dinner. In case you didn't know. Ten minutes. Be there. I don't want to have to feed your food to the cats in retaliation.

I have finally been delivered the most lovely of items after I saw it a couple of days ago. I've yet to figure out what to do with it but I think I've become more fond of observing it in its box. Such vivid colours, such a beautiful scene. But as one does not often find a kimono in shops, not one of this quality, perhaps just admiring it is enough.

I might preserve it for my possible future...nieces and nephews. ♥ Rosier, get on that.

[Filter: Siblings]

It's a royal kimono. I am concerned.



[ooc: this was being discussed over here, guys and still can be. ♥]

[Early in the morning, she had wriggled out of bed and had gone into the kitchen to make herself tea. The sun had barely been peeking up, the air outside tinted with the mild chill of the night still. And in this way, when all the world around her was starting to stir or contemplate sleeping in longer, she wished herself a happy twenty-ninth birthday.]

Should my household require anything, ask before I leave for a few hours. ♥ I promise to be home for a lunch. I need to go soak up some sun and buy a few things.

Also, when watering the plants, please remember to check for cats and sleeping Hypnos...es!

[Filter: Private]

Note to self: get the driver to see if he can remove that dent before Rosier knows about it. I swear, the places people will put posts.

No, wait, I think it was the fence. I think. I really shouldn't drink before driving. Feh.

[Filter: Public]

The world is grumbling and I am eager to read of things unrelated to the rumours of missing princesses, abductions, horrible men who do those things and whatnot. Really, have you seen Babylon's history? It's littered with kidnapped women. I know it's not really all that nice and very much illegal now but it's happened.

Besides, we the people can hardly help the situation by speculating so much until more is known. And I'm Babylonian. I have no care or connection to Ryugu-jo or Camelot. And they really better not come here. Personally, I rather discuss something of more value to me.


Family, one of the cats from outside got in. I don't know where it is. ♥

Work has kept me detained for more time than I expected. I've never seen a person deliberate so slowly and for so long. If you want the opium, you want it. Don't be a bitch about it Luckily it turned out well in the end anyway.

[Filter: Siblings]
And what have you three been up to?

[He'd been thinking, watching, studying. From what he could tell the angels here were Uriel, Samyaza, Kokabiel, and Barachiel. He wasn't alone amongst the fallen here, but he was also a lot less...affectionately compelled than the others. He didn't check in with the others or respond to their entries where they could see them. Instead he read what he could and learned as much as possible. He didn't know if he'd choose to reveal himself to them. Truthfully he didn't want to. He liked staying hidden, remaining unknown. The Dominions had suited him perfectly. It was just the rest of his actions and behavior that hadn't suited his father.

He frowned as he read over some of the more recent entries. A dinner. He would not be attending. He didn't need to lean on them. They could lean on themselves and keep their emotions off his dry clean only clothes.

His nose wrinkled just slightly as he nearly said hello before deciding against it. Perhaps one person not formerly related to him (unless there was something he didn't know) was better. Maybe.]

[Filter: Angels]
Hello

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
I might have something to tell you. Perhaps.

The pretty ones always have to go, don't they? Most of them anyway. I'll spare you what I think of some less than attractive souls. Did anyone else think the ginger kid's hair looked great in the sun though?

There are some of you I want to speak with, in time. That means you, angelic ones. Your names, they didn't escape me. However, I have no idea which one was which and that, brothers, is what I wanted to know. I figure we could use a break from being killed and played with.

What is really on my mind and what I'm writing this for is my curiosity about how the dead, if returned, will come back - physically. Will they be full of stab wounds and gutted? Will they be hospitalized for a while? Or patched up perfectly? I haven't been around nearly long enough to find out.

[Filter: Rosana]

Tell me you haven't caught any horrible disease and have croaked on me. What would I do without you? Who would invite me over for home-cooked meals and be lovely to me?

[After the battle, he hadn't lingered for long. He'd said a quiet prayer for the man and left. Old habits.

It was a long time after the fight, after getting his wounds treated and what celebration was going on that he picked up his journal. Troilus - that was his name - had asked him to tell the Trojans he was not upset. The possibility that this could end with dealing with other's emotions was high. However, a dying man's request wouldn't go ignored. He could give him that and once he had, it was over. It was done.]

[Filter: Trojans]
I am afraid I am not knowing any of you and this will probably not be something you are wishing to read. I am Erol.

Your...Troilus. He was wanting me to tell you he is not bearing me ill will. I would normally not be bothering, because words could...uh...make it worse and I am not having proof, but I am believing dying requests should be given. Even if it is making unpleasant responses.

I am...sorry for your loss. If you are being angry with me, it is okay. I understand.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
See, cousin? Your confidence was well placed. I am mostly okay. A few cuts...but it's nothing.

Welp, shit just got real, what with the fight notice going up. Wonder where I can find me some popcorn to munch on while I read the latest round of 'omgwtfbbqlolcatsinspace'...

[filter; agravaine]
You okay, big guy? Minus the whole being a gladiator and having to fight your brother thing? Want me to come visit? I'm not going to tell you I'm worried.

[filter; private]
Uncle JuJu better not die.

I find it somewhat unfortunate that television doesn't exist in this time. I would sneak away to watch the televised games if I could.

Oh, did I say that outloud?

I am thinking everyone is writing words about fighting. I am tired of waiting.

[Filter: Private, language: French]
I'm bored of all this talk and all these emotions spilling out on these pages. How have they not learned to smother them already? It doesn't change fate...feeling these emotions. It will change nothing.

I'd like to place a few bets, but either it's too underground for me to find or everyone has decided it's too tasteless.

[Filter: Thanatos]

Do I call you Mors, here? 

There's something I've been wondering.  ... I'll ask when I remember.

[ filter; gladiators ]

Those who do not have previous experience wielding either a sword or spear - my name is Gabriel, look for me in the training yard and I will work with you to help as best I can. I will not let you go into this fearful and unprepared. Or doubting yourselves. For the rest; good luck, God bless you... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ filter; calliope ]

I pray that neither of my opponents are your family - be it true or in this time? I simply would not be able to do that to you while you watch. And are you safe?

[ filter; angels ]

Should one of us fall

[ filter; public ]

I really wanted to see Battleship. First thing I'm going to do after sitting in church for a few hours praying when we get back is see that movie. With the largest popcorn and every sugary/sour gummie candy they have. What about everyone else?

Perhaps something to look forward to will help.

And here I was thinking it could not be more strange.

I am wrong. At least people can have being watched. Pretty pretty pretty

Oh.


Um.





I've had dreams about something like this in Latin class, but I never...


I'm suddenly very uncomfortable. Why am I

I seem to have a different family here, but... Halcyon? Paul? Anyone really?

Is this really what I think it is?

So this is a new place I've never seen before. Not the city, no, I've lived here for the past ten years. Yes, it took me this long to find this little community. I suppose I should introduce myself hm?

I had the most spectacular day today. On my way from work I was crossing the street when I was hit by a reckless driver. I toppled over, rolled over his car before landing. The woman was kind enough to check on me, but I think she got a little scared when she saw that I was fine. Then she started carrying on about how God must be looking out for me. Ha, how amusing, God looks out for me, a small time business man, but turns his backs on those who really need him.

Anyway, so that wasn't the second time I've been hit by a car. The first time happened five years ago, and boy was that fun! Don't get any ideas though, I may be practically indestructible, but that doesn't mean I need all of you running me over with your cars.

Or actually, please do. I think it would be hilarious!

[Filtered to the angels, the fallen, grigori, and the demons]

glub glub glub
I want lobster, I want crabs, I want fishes
please deliver

glub glub glub.
I want octopus, I want squid, and some whale would be nice
glub glub glub.

Kidding!

[Filter: Private]

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Hm. After what happened...

[Filter: Bianca]

What would you like to do tomorrow?

[Filter: Public]

I never see this much worry over Father's Day. It's always over Mother's Day.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all. I'm just more or less amused at the anxiety, fear and/or love combined before the big day.

The idea that his brothers were lurking around somewhere close by brought mixed emotions. For the most part, he'd continued on as he normally would with any situation that brought up memories that bothered him: he ignored it and pushed everything back and down, trying to compact it all until it suffocated and stopped existing. It was remarkably successful for most things. This was, annoyingly, not one of them.

He'd spent more time in his office than anywhere. His manager suspected nothing out of the ordinary because he didn't let him. His mask was always in place, always meticulously kept. The minute he thought it might slip, he closed his eyes and stops talking (it's the one thing that could give him away). Then the moment passes and he's back to himself, a perfected smile in place and an ease in his manner.

Later, he thinks. Later he will worry about any of this. It's a lie, but at least he can pretend to believe himself.

I am thinking I am tired of all of this wanting them to go away needing a lot of caffeine.

I did not mind all the...uh...people who were staying in my home. I am not missing them either. It did make sleeping...troubled.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
There are other peeps here. I don't want them here.

I have to say, it's nice to hear myself think again. While I adore every child of mine, all of you in the same house at the same time, was liable to drive me insane. Now. All of you who are here do come visit, will you? In one's, two's or three's but not everyone at once, yes?

My parents thought I was crazy this morning when I brought up my family guests. Mom doesn't remember them. How can she not remember them?

[filter; raven]
I know it's early, but will you

Will you go to prom with me?

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya..

Actually it's Nate. Though some know me as Gabriel. I'm a Leo; I like average walks through the city, traveling, talking for hours on end, and I will eat anything you put in front of me that has an unhealthy amount of sugar. So what's the buzz, tell me what's happening?

Who do I know, who don't I know, who should I know? Talk to me, Goose!

I'm tired.

Yo, dad, are you alive? If you come back and find me dead it is because of a hangover. And the fact Morpheus won't make me soup for my hangover slash migraine slash too-tired-to-move state.

[Filter: Mordred]

Happy Birthday~

I'm definitely too tired to poke this dude.

The longer my house is full, the longer I want to scream. I may go homicidal crazy.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
Not that I'm complaining, but something seems a bit off. I know I am a persuasive man when it comes to getting what I want, but I don't even know these people who showed up at my house. There has been a lot of sex Not that I don't enjoy them immensely, but you didn't have something to do with it, did you?

It wasn't my manager. I know that much.

[Filter: Public]
Are these things happening often? Things that are feeling unusual, I mean.

Hello. Bonjour. I believe I am "new" here. Outside of here, I am less of that but that is not important.

It will be a pleasure to meet whoever is here? Whomever? I do not always recall these things. It is a bit...uh...difficult, you might say, to know which words are correct sometimes.

As I was saying, hello. If I know anyone here, it is good to know you. If I do not, then please come to talk to me. I would like to know all of you lovely cherubs.

No more interning. No more. Big boy's a resident now (with a major loan to pay to Uncle Richard but hey, details, details). Still means I'll camp in the hospital but being paid better now's good.

Kids are good, apparently they spent the entire time while I was in Zurvan (with pod!me) cleaning up the house. Pod!me was one creepy dude. We've been putting it back to its decent, weird state now.

Angels. Bros. Hoes. Speak to me :( I miss you.