| Of Kings and Queen (tag: Zeus) |
[06 Jan 2008|12:59pm] |
OOC note: takes place before this
Recent days had proven to be anything but pleasant. First, Set completely blew her off, hinting at things he had done, but choosing to take offense rather than actually talk to her. Then there was the visit from her daughter. Spending time with Bast should have been fun, but, again, her words were twisted and the younger goddess went off in a huff. Not that Bast overreacting was anything new. She was pretty used to it by now. But it still had her concerned.
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| In search of something (Sif, Spy Bar, Stockholm) |
[06 Jan 2008|05:58pm] |
OOC: I SUCK!!! Apologies to Kate - this was meant for Teeresa!
Normally, her work would require her to be on the stand by at all times - almost like a handy band aid when needed and over the years, bilocation has become all but second nature to her - whether in times of need or even the slightest touch of need.
Perhaps a little prepared at the first touch.
Like today, a moment, she was seated next to the warmest heath and talking to Frigg, the next, she was all but in a pitch dark room, assaulted by throbbing music coming from the next room. The confusion was further heightened when she found herself stumbled onto by a drunken guy who grabbed her arm and dragged into the next room.
Forty minutes later and a clandestine mix of cocktail, Eir managed to escape towards the ladies powder room where she suspected she might find her summoner.
It certainly did not take a lot to summon the Norse Healer but to summon her at this wretched place. Eir walked slowly down the corridor, gingerly opening each of the empty stalls and trying not to grimace at the state of hygiene in the area. Stopping short of the last one where it felt as though the call was here, she cautiously lifted the hem of her skirt and bent down to look between the gap where she spied a pair of askewed legs.
"god dag?"
No response.
The healer wanted to rap on the door but something told her that whoever it was, might be a little too far gone.
you don't get to be this old without learning something She thought to herself as she turned her skirt into a pair of skin tight leather pants. Using the tip of her stiletto boot, she tipped the cover over the open pivet before clambering onto it before anchoring her other leg on top of the toilet roll holder.
"Er du i orden?" If I fall, I'm so going to... Her thoughts stopped as she called again and lifting her leg over one of the cubicle so that she would be straddling on the wall.
"missa?"
Why do they always end up drinking? I would do anything... just anything.... to get out of here.
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| Double Parked (Tyr, Nanshe, Harmonia) |
[06 Jan 2008|11:09pm] |
The first thing he realized upon waking was that everything hurt. Even places that shouldn't hurt, like his scalp. Not his head - which was pounding out a drumbeat fit to send the Mongols to war - but his scalp, on fire. The next thing he noticed was the pain spreading across his face, flowing outward like water. Radiating from his cheek. One of them was resting against a hard, flat surface. The other was fit to explode into flames any second now. Shamash groaned. It sounded like a great ancient creature breathing its last. Which might not, in retrospect, be inaccurate. His sun's rays were beating down on him, flowing into him, surrounding him. His back felt warm. Too warm. His face felt... pain. Only pain. Shamash opened one blue eye carefully, cautiously, as though afraid of what he might see. The world was a blurry thing, ruined and streaked with day-old tears. Something was coming closer to him, something reaching his ears in an increasingly high pitch. His sense were exploding outward, catching more and more of the ambient noise.
( Rushing water. )
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