| RSVP (Narrative) |
[23 Dec 2008|04:21am] |
Hermod looked over the list his mother had given him. Time for a ball, it seemed. Frigg always threw the best parties and it had been a while since the last one. This Winter Ball was going to be a big inter-pantheon bash. He had invitations to deliver to the Greeks, Egyptians, Celts, Africans, Japanese and Sumerian.
Sumerians? Really? Well, that should liven up the party.
The Messenger had already taken his motorcycles around to the various Halls and homes around Asgard to give out the most important invitations first. And the ones that were the easiest to deliver. He knew he could probably ask Iris to help him hand out the ones for the Greeks. She could maybe do that while he handed out the others. That way he could pick up some of the RSVPs before he headed home again after delivering to the other pantheons.
Tyr had warned him of which of the Sumerians to avoid. He figured the safest bet was to find one of the women. Maybe Nanshe, she sounded nice. The women seemed safer than the men of that pantheon did by a long shot.
Hermod sped his Triumph across the Bifrost Bridge, pausing only long enough to hand Heimdall his invitation. He then turned the bike towards the other pantheons, ready to fulfill his duty as messenger. The sooner he made his deliveries, the sooner the party preparations could begin. That would please his mother, which would in turn please his father.
What would please Hermod would be having a good party.
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| Hunting Party (tag: Ullr) |
[23 Dec 2008|03:26pm] |
It had been a while since Artemis had gone out for a real hunt. Last trip out had been before she had allowed the damn Underworlder to kill her. She was tired of letting that little incident run her life. It was time to take total control back and put the whole mess in the past where it belonged. After all, she wasn’t dead anymore.
And the best way to move on was to go out hunting.
( A huntin' she will go. )
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| Generations (tag: Bia) |
[23 Dec 2008|09:48pm] |
There was no denying that Nyx liked to shop. All joking stereotypes and clichés aside, there was something uplifting about getting something new and shiny. It was like a gift to oneself with the added satisfaction of a good hunt if one had found a bargain. It was, in her opinion, simply fun.
Except this time of year. The mortals always went just a little crazy around this particular holiday of theirs, and what should be an enjoyable outing, finding gifts for others and perhaps a little something for oneself, turned into a scrambling, scrounging, stress-inducing exercise in frustration. Which rather defeated the purpose of shopping. And wasn’t their whole little festival about giving and joy? What was joyous about screaming at your children in the middle of a store?
( Which was exactly what she’d seen that afternoon. )
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| Vengeance and Gossip (tag: Hermod) |
[23 Dec 2008|09:51pm] |
If home was where the heart was, then Njord should perhaps rescind his membership in the Norse pantheon. Maybe he could apply to one of the oceanic pantheons instead, since his home in Hawaii was where he felt most at home in midgard. It was a balm to his soul to return to the place he loved so much after such a disappointing outing.
After a disturbing talk with Sif, and an outright confrontation with Frigg, he’d been unable to locate Sigyn. Which meant that he wasn’t able to talk to Loki again. Not that he had any intention of doing Frigg’s dirty work for her, but he wanted a few more answers than he’d gotten last time. Maybe if his wife, whom the Trickster surprisingly apparently had genuine feelings for, was present, Njord would get a little further. But he’d failed and that was disheartening.
( There was a bright spot. )
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| A Change of Pace (tag: Selene) |
[23 Dec 2008|09:54pm] |
Kratos had been spending far too much time in a bar lately. Frankly, he was a little worried that he’d been spending far too much time drinking. Not that he thought he had a problem, or that he’d have to consider giving up beer. Perish the thought. But he couldn’t deny that recently, he’d been drunk quite a lot.
( Which wasn’t normal for him. )
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| Spreading the Good News (tag: Isis) |
[23 Dec 2008|09:55pm] |
Anubis’ return had put Bast in an extremely good mood. There was nothing she liked better in the world than getting exactly what she wanted, and her brother coming home ranked pretty damn high on the getting what she wanted list. He’d even brought her a present. A real one.
Pleased with her present, with her brother, and with life in general, Bast decided that she deserved to celebrate. So she was going to go do something rather naughty, slightly dangerous, and a whole lot of fun. She was going to tug the tiger’s tail. ( She was going to tease Fatima. )
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