mythopoeics

[(is this thing on?) (flick to video feed) Zeus' expression is sombre and his tone is quiet and only those who know him can likely tell how angry he is, though the flickering of the video feed gives away a little of his state of mind]

This is not ideal, to say the least. I propose we gather together. Strength in numbers might not matter a damn but we all have our abilities, diluted and lessened though they are. I refuse to cower under a bed or hide at the end of a bottle. We're going to Dylan Thomas this bitch, you hear? Though the night may not be good, we'll not go gentle, either.

Blackwells. Maud and Milly. Dante. Reza. Gregory. My Katie. Olympians. Demi-gods. Heroes and beauties, children of mine. We'll not go gentle.

There are others here, I know. Different Pantheons. I do not see your kings here and perhaps therein lies your hope. Come now. Be strong. (Rage.)

To the lobby is the worst battle cry ever uttered but it's where I'll be.

NOT AS PLANNED.

[The diplomat of Glastheim enjoyed her work. But the paperwork could be tedious and she loathed to rely on aides for what she felt they weren't ready to deal with. Letters needed answering, messages had to be sent. Death could handle it but she felt herself in need of a break. As her request of grapefruits and oranges were set down beside her, she reached for her journal, curious to what was going on with the rest of Zurvan. Once done browsing, she began to write:]

[Filter: Glastheim Faction]

The good king, gone to the arms of death, will hardly be forgotten, will not go unavenged. And a strong backbone allows a kingdom to recover. Was there ever hesitation to believe that? If so, shame should be felt by you and pity should be offered to the fool.

Condolences are bound to continue to come in. As your never-humble representative in court, I suggest you scrutinize each one very well and if you suspect anything bring me[gone] the information to the table.




Apologies. I slit open my thumb. On a knife laced with citrus. The cold lady of the north does feel.[gone] Take a moment amongst yourselves to think while I attend to my thumb.

Heimdall. The name is Heimdall. And I'm here basically because I've been told I should 'give the example'. As if people actually care about whomever writes here. to communicate.

By the love of God, no more condolences. Just. Enough.

So. Greetings.

BOSS IF YOU ARE HERE, DON'T ANSWER. I'M WORKING HONEST AND EVERYTHING.

If you aren't, no, I'm not. But in my defence, freaking barracks are emptier than a tavern before six in the morning.

TELL ME, MY PEOPLE. WHO ARE YOU ALL?

(as long as you're not one of the exes and kids, if you're here, back to study and being responsible, don't be like daddy :( - > that is a frowny face. See it as a frowny face.)

Kokabiel's the name, Glastheim's the place and I'm bored. Can I skip work and still get paid?

And people are just depressed which I get but oh boy, it's bloody well, depressing.

My commiserations to King Heimdall, to the Lady Gwynevere and to the people of Glastheim on the passing of their ruler. I hope that the relations between our states may continue to grow, despite this uncertain time.

[filter; mictlan faction]

Be on your guard. There may be unrest and I doubt that Glastheim will be happy with my choice of bride.

[filter; angrboda]

I expect your immediate departure for Svarga, my Queen.

[filter; heimdall]

Commiserations, of course. Do you wish the wedding to be postponed? Answer carefully-

[filter; public]

There are times when ruling is like moving the bag of grain, the fox and the chicken. Something will get eaten.

[filter; agrat bat mahlat]

I am summoning my wife to court. It makes me yearn for you to warm my bed tonight. She has cold toes.

[She does not use the journals to convey her condolences but sends to Glastheim her written sympathies, most heartfelt and, of course, gently perfumed. Alongside them were a number of glass flowers, colourful and obviously capable of surviving the weather, and a healthy amount of tea (a suggestion of bringing them warmth and comfort). There would be a pipe somewhere in there with the finest of tobacco for Heimdall, too, something personal for the new ruler to use at his discretion.]

[Filter: Camlann Faction (highest ranks only)]

We have five birds. Two are smaller, one adopted by one larger bird and the same goes for the other. The childless bird, it's been watching, understand what these allegiances mean.

But what is this? One of the larger birds has smashed into glass. Tell me, my lovelies, do we nurture it and then send it along its way? We are already robbing it of its 'child', marrying it and forever linking ourselves to it. I have no mind made up about the matter, not with our good fortune thus far. I can easily strength ties and shatter them, depending on what would be best for us. I wish to hear you all out, understand where you stand right now.

And if you have not already, remember to send along your condolences to the new king and his family. Include some gift.

[Filter: Siblings]

I will not be available for dinner the next two nights, not with the work I must oversee with my advisers. But I will be at breakfast and lunch whenever possible.



[ooc: yes, highest ranks in this case being: region & faction leader, right-hand, diplomat and general]

It's a beautiful night. I am sorry it's so beautiful after what's happened.

filter; raven
Can we meet at the stables tonight? Please?