The Moirae (apportioners) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-25 09:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | the moirae, the phonoi |
Who: The Moirae and the Phonoi
What: The Phonoi continue to work their way through their hit list.
Where: The girls' shop, downtown Manhattan
When: Tuesday night
Warnings: Violence
They saw it coming, of course. Their nephews were far from subtle - their activities tracing a ragged line of frayed, truncated threads through the Loom. And last night's assault on the young drug god had brought a number of things into focus.
It was Atropos who recognised it first. Ever with one critical eye on the Loom as she tended to her duties, late into the evening she stopped abruptly, her mouth thinning to a grim line.
"Well, shit."
Lachesis set down her measuring rod, her eyes following the Crone's. "That's it, then?"
A short nod. "That's it."
Clotho bit her lip. "What should we do?"
Both sisters looked to the eldest, who was quiet a moment, seemingly in thought.
"Lock up the bottles. Don't want the little bastards breaking into the booze while they're here. I'm gonna need a stiff drink, when all's done."
It was such a trivial thing - almost comically so, under the circumstances - and yet, in an odd way, it made sense. There was no turning what had already been spun. Nothing else for it but to make themselves ready.
And so, Lachesis straightened with a sigh. "I'll put away the good crockery."
"I'll empty the till," volunteered Clotho. And as her sisters busied themselves around the apartment, she descended the stairs to attend to the shop.
She was still there twenty minutes later when the three shadows appeared outside the door. It was unlocked - glass and wood were no barriers for the Phonoi, and there was no sense in adding items to the repair bill if it could be helped. The till had been emptied of cash Clotho, at the far end of the store, was engaged in moving some of the more breakable items out of rampaging distance.
But for all that, her breath still caught in her throat as the bell above the entrance chimed, jostled by the opening door.