| Eyes Of Jade (Tag: Amaterasu) |
[16 Mar 2008|12:49am] |
(Takes place before this thread.)
Susa-no-O's party had been unexpected, especially for one who had the ability to see anything under the sun. Helios could see anything during the day, but not everything, not all at once. Technically he could, but the strain on him when doing so was great, the god only being able to do so for very short periods of time. His eyes had the option, the ability, and his ears as well, but all that information at once, the information of half the world at any given time, made it near impossible to filter. Instead he usually concentrated on a handful of things at a time as his other half remained up in the sky, ever vigilant, which made a great many things easy to miss.
Having seen so much for so long, most of it didn't matter. Most of it didn't interest Helios anymore, but his friend's party had been different. In hindsight he was glad he didn't know, even if that had meant a strong chance of missing it. Surprises for him were near impossible, and one like that had been truly what his heart needed. Helios smiled, thinking of all the different gods and goddesses of Susa's pantheon that he met that day, and instantly his mind wandered to the thought of meeting each of them again. Maybe it would be great to have another party, but also it would have been great to hang out with them a few at a time, so as to enjoy the company of each.
He had plenty of time to think on this, his prayers to various deities of the wind and sea cutting the travel time from the Sea of Japan to the Aegean Sea to less than a day, much the same as it had taken him to meet up with his friend in the first place. The travel back had been done in much the same style as the travel there; the god was half-naked, riding in his large golden ship with its large golden sails, several bottles of various liquors being emptied as the hours passed on. He wore the bottom half of his armor: heavy golden plate leggings, golden boots, a golden gladius and a golden belt, but for some reason hadn't gotten around to putting the rest on, his chest bare, hair flowing freely with the open sea breeze. The rest of his armor sat in a pile in a corner of the deck, Amaterasu's dress laying nearby, held down by his golden tower shield.
( Wait, he still had Amaterasu's dress? Oh, shit... )
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| Some Things Never Change [Open] |
[16 Mar 2008|03:42pm] |
Was he angry or was he annoyed; for all his wisdom, Thoth didn't know. Had not a clue. Perhaps it was a touch of both. What he, Wisdom and Counsel, did know, was that he was quite tired of being belittled age after age. Was he not the Tongue of Re? Was he not Wisdom? Was he not Good Counsel for epoch upon epoch for the people of Egypt? Did he not, after so many relatively successful though temporary attempts at maintaining the peace... maintain the peace?
Funny, it took a foreigner to actually put a ripple in waters that had not want to remain still. There had always been a tide beneath the surface waiting for the proper time to make wake. Now was the time and this time, Thoth wasn't exactly certain he wanted to get involved.
If he, Djeheuty, was so wrong, then perchance it was time he stepped aside and let them try to settle it themselves. Then let him turn the deaf ear and blind eye when someone got themselves killed and a distraught family member cried out for resurrection and healing. They didn't want peace unless it was their way.
Their way or the highway. Everyone had to have their own way and no one was going to be willing to compromise. Well, working with petulant children was no longer going to be in his job description. He was done with it for the time. Thoth was going to do what Thoth wanted to do, not what he was expected to do or what his duty dictated. And what Thoth wanted was a good cigar and a properly aged scotch.
Finding himself a quiet, but not completely unapproachable, corner of a pub in northern Glasgow he sat with both of those things. The cigar was a Cuban, one of a quality that Set would have more than appreciated and the Scotch a local favorite. There was something oddly calming about Scotland, though it wasn't much of a change from England. The skies in both were mostly grey and the weather more of a straight damp than anything else. The only serious difference between Glasgow and London was the accent. Kilts aside.
For that matter, the only difference between relations in the Egyptian monarchy from B.C. to A.D. was the year. The bickering was the same. The miserable temperaments were the same.
Things didn't actually change, did they?
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