| Release (narrative) |
[07 May 2008|01:08am] |
Nyx sat it stunned silence, staring at the place Oizys had just been. There wasn’t even thought to cleaning up, not herself, not her clothing, not her room. There was just emptiness in the space where there should have been a reaction. Faintly, vaguely, as though it were happening to someone else, it occurred to her that she was very likely in shock.
Which was perfectly understandable, continued that far away rational voice. After all it was not every day someone blew up in front of you.
( Blew up. )
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| Outside (Open) |
[07 May 2008|05:17pm] |
Discomfort was putting it lightly.
This trip to the World Above had certainly been nothing at all like she'd expected it to go. There had been happy reunions, yes, but they'd been in the midst of tragedy and misfortune. They'd been small in their happiness and overwhelmed by worry and strife. And there had been the not-so-happy reunions as well. Those who she had not particularly cared to see had appeared from seemingly thin air. She'd been civil, sure, but that didn't at all mean she was happy.
The Greeks had done their war thing which had amounted to very little in the end. She didn't know the complete results of the outcome, just that there had been no actual war. It must have pissed Nergal off something mighty, and for that small favor, she could be glad.
But it seemed like the same story played out again and again with those Greeks. They never could get along for very long, even if there were many intricate interpersonal relationships going on there, the bulk of them hated each other. Something that wasn't really an issue with the Sumerians. Oh, sure. Reshi had people she'd rather not speak to, and disliked quite a bit, but it was due to a reason. Like invading and trying to take over her Underworld. Actually, that's the only reason she disliked anybody, seeing as everybody she disliked had done just that. And honestly, she outright hated Nergal, for a lot of other reasons on top of the fact that he was infuriating, frustrating, bull headed, pig headed, stubborn, and a multitude of other things she was suddenly too tired to sort out for her own gratification.
It all came down to the fact that Ereshkigal hadn't felt particularly like herself since she'd been upside. And there'd been no real way to rectify that with everything that was going on. She refused to be a burden on people who had their own stuff going on, and that was pretty much everybody at this point.
She'd taken first to keeping to herself to wait for it all to blow over, but of course that was immensely boring for a goddess like she and didn't last. Even when she tried to occupy herself with work, Reshi discovered that it was impossible to keep her mind away from wondering what was going on with everybody. Maybe it was concern, maybe it was her natural curiosity. She felt she desperately needed to know what was going on with the world. It had come to a boiling point and now she was given to wandering.
Wandering took up time, gave her things to look at, and filled her mind with new sights to ponder and new people. Most of the time. Of course, this wandering had left her without people. Apparently everybody was too busy to be out and about. Except one. And as luck would have it, given all the extra space, Reshi managed to find that one other person and run headlong into them.
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| New Tricks (Hermes) |
[07 May 2008|05:39pm] |
Anansi was prowling the Olympian mountain, trying to find out what had happened between the Greeks and the Other Greeks. He knew there were two groups of them, but that's as far as his knowledge had grown. And nobody else he usually interacted with was around, or if they were around, they had no idea what was going on.
The spider made the decision to find out for himself. The best way to do that, he decided, was to go up the mountain and find somebody who'd been in the thick of it. Or at least knew somebody who had been in the thick of it. Or maybe just somebody who had heard a rumor about what had gone on. That would satisfy him.
He'd been on the mountain, actually on it, maybe once. Most of his dealings with the Greeks had gone on in other places. He'd certainly never been in the Underworld, and wasn't entirely sure that sounded like a place he wanted to go. It sounded rather gloomy. And while spiders liked the dark, they didn't particularly like rivers of pain and hate, or the idea that said rivers just flowed freely. Though, the concept of a three headed dog was rather amusing. He might have gone down there just for that.
It was bright up here. And made brighter by the fact that he was sure he wasn't supposed to be just cavorting around without permission. His pupils were wide, ready for danger. Since he knew what he was, who he was, and how very much prone to trouble he could be, he wouldn't be surprised if danger found him quickly.
"Hey." He called out to the first god he saw, who was moving fairly quickly. "Ey, c'mere."
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| Self amusement (Ari) |
[07 May 2008|05:49pm] |
Morrigan was not, in any way, worried about what Ares would say to her having taunted and stabbed Aphrodite. He would likely be amused by the whole thing, amusement added to that it had all happened in Aphrodite's pink little bedroom. She was confident that there was nothing in her actions that he would be angry or upset about.
The enjoyment factor of the whole thing had been entirely too high to give much room for worry anyway. Morrigan had very much liked putting her blade through the stomach of that woman. She thought of doing it again, just to add insult to the previously sustained injury. Just show up again, and give that blade a second home in a second hole somewhere in the Love Goddess' corpus. Morrigan found herself giggling a little at the thought.
Though, surely, Aphrodite had learned enough of a lesson to guard herself against any such second attack. Or at least her servants had, as Morrigan had absolutely no faith in the woman's mental capabilities or capacity for learning.
Anyway, what goddess didn't know how to sling a blade? Really? What was it with these Greeks and their inability to defend themselves? Every Celt that Morrigan knew, no matter what their patronage, could pick up a sword and fight. Most of them even had the ability to fight without weapons of any kind. Maybe it could be chalked up to the generally violent nature of them, despite how nice they might appear, or maybe it was just because they weren't a bunch of gibbering idiots.
No, there were Greeks that Morrigan liked very much. She wouldn't put them all into the gibbering idiot category. The ones she liked could sit firmly in their own places and take care of themselves.
Not to say she'd gone to see Aphrodite thinking that Love would or could stop what was going to happen. Even if she'd been in perfect health, the running through was eminent. The only thing that would have ended it before it began would have been the expelling of Morrigan through the wards that every single deity that existed should have had on their temple. But they hadn't worked. And so Aphrodite had become a temporary and very squishy sheath for Morrigan's pretty weapon.
She drank some more of the ancient whiskey straight from the bottle as she lounged on her couch and ran through the whole thing again.
Really, it would amuse her for a good long time, that encounter.
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| Not all who wander (Athena) |
[07 May 2008|06:04pm] |
Going into concept had been unpleasant. It wasn't something that Oizys did a lot. She wasn't a fighter and she didn't often find herself killed by things. Like maybe some other people who went rampaging around and got killed a lot. She wasn't used to it, and didn't particularly like it. Somehow she'd managed to forget what it had felt like the last time. Maybe it was because it had been so long ago that she couldn't actually remember it. Or maybe it had been a coping mechanism.
Whatever it was, Oizys was pretty sure she wouldn't forget it this time.
It wasn't every day that you exploded.
Worse than going into Concept was coming out of it again. Sooner than she'd expected, though she couldn't be sure if she'd been there the appropriate time or not. Not a lot of dealings with it made things a little more difficult. But she felt herself pulled at, and tugged at, in such an extreme way that she really couldn't ignore it.
Right out of Concept she came.
It was okay until she was back in a reformed corpus. Then she was dazed and confused and couldn't recognize her surroundings, or even form a complete thought. It was all down to instinct at that point. Stumbling a bit, she made her way to the one who had been calling to her. It was a face she felt she should know, and maybe she shouldn't be standing this close to, but her brain wouldn't form a solid thought, and all her processes were completely out of whack.
Probably it was because of the explosion.
Which she vaguely remembered at this point. Vaguely. Her body retained the sensation of it, but she couldn't quite make sense of the images floating through her mind. She decided it was likely best to just focus on whoever this was who was so drowning in their Misery that they'd been able to pull her out of Concept. After she'd exploded. Oizys just couldn't stop thinking about that one little key piece of information.
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