mythopoeics

Little creeping fingers and big watching eyes. The problem isn't you. It was never about you. Stay out of the shadows. Stay in the shadows. Lilies. Dozens and dozens of white lilies on the ground at my feet.

[Pheme wasn't too weirded out to find herself in the maze armed with only a pocket knife and a compass. In fact, minus the lack of mosquitoes, it reminded her a lot of being a kid growing up in the bayou and going frog gigging with some scissors tied to a stick. She was making the most of it, practicing her survival skills and doing pretty damn well as far as she thought, when someone decided to change her fortunes.

She'd climbed up a tree in order to get some fruit, and was relaxing on a large limb when they first appeared. She had no idea who 'they' were, except they seemed pissed (maybe this was their tree?) and were coming right for her. Jumping out of her perch in the foliage, she began to run as fast as she could, but she could tell they were right behind her. Thinking quick, she half-turned, throwing her little knife as hard as she could before diving around a corner and looking for a place to hide.

A convenient hollow in a tree seemed like the perfect place, and she squeezed herself in there prepared to wait until whoever was chasing after her gave up. A few hours later, once she was sure the coast was clear, she pulled out her phone and shakily typed up a message.]

Anyone know where I can get a new pocket knife? I threw mine at these lady-things who thought it would be fun to chase me down, and now I don't got one. Hope I don't end up needing that...

Oh yeah, my compass says I'm west, who all is in this area, anyway?

Traveling with her cousin Vincent had proved to be not as nerve-grating as she thought. Whether it was because he was blood or because he had distracting eyes she wasn't quite-- no, it wasn't either. It was the fact that if something were to occur, she could use him, knowing that if he were of her blood he'd live. Somehow.

If he didn't then the world then that would be...something.

And with those thoughts in mind, it was likely not much of a pity that she would find herself parted from Hermes by force. A moment of rest, a second of lowering her guard and she felt her arm snatched before she was pulled though an opening in the bushes (one that closed up rapidly after her passing through it). Knife in hand, she raised it to strike down her attacker but a swift blow caused her to lose it. Hands went around her neck and she saw a flash of blond hair, the loveliest blond hair partly shielding a beautiful face.

The details then blurred and all went black for the queen of hell, unaware her attacker was a male. At least for now.

We sought a slippery little creature. She's more defenseless now than before. Yes, goddess of gossip, we have your knife. Throwing one is only useful when you know your aim will be true.

Remember that should you acquire another.

It seems the club owner has some luck. But does he understand what all this means?

And it's always interesting to see them try to fight back. The one named as Maddening is lost to you all now, the first to fall it appears. Her cousin...Vincent will have to manage alone.

Tempting to catch him as well. But let's make it a game within a game. We'll see which of us can catch him first.

[The berries in the area were very suspect, but without a great knowledge of what berries were safe and what weren't, Athena didn't see much of an option. With a pocketful of red berries, she'd made her way back to where her camp had been set up, keeping a cautious eye on her surroundings. People seemed to be getting attacked without notice, and protecting oneself with a dingy knife meant that few were going to escape unscathed.

Lost in that thought, she missed the first blade that sailed past, slicing her cheek and a chunk of her hair. She was running before she could remember to breathe, weaving through the trees as the knives sailed past her. When she felt she was in the clear, pain erupted from her upper left thigh as a blade cut through her pants and sliced deep.

She was taking cover behind a tree soon enough, panting hard. Fortunately, all she'd managed to lose was her suit jacket. With blood soaking her pants, and berry juice coming out of her pocket, she took a seat in the leaves and waited.]

[For the past few days, Baldr had been wandering around the section of the maze that he'd woken up in. He hadn't thought to try reaching out across the network to Nanna yet because he was still getting his bearings. Unfortunately, his hesitance would prove to be his undoing.

After stocking up on things to eat and attempting to create a map using the drawing app on his phone, he started studying the plants to see if there was anything useful he could glean about his location from them. Making notes on the different types of fruits that he'd been able to find, he wasn't keeping as good an eye on his surroundings as he should, which was why when they came for him he was caught completely unawares.

Not that he would have been able to do anything even if he had warning -- Baldr was a lover, not a fighter -- which was why he was so stunned when he realized the Valkyries were the ones to bring about his end in the maze. No words were exchanged, just a meaningful series of looks as he was grabbed. He barely had time to do more than drop the items he'd been holding, let alone attempt to give out some sort of a warning. They were just too fast for him.]

Nanna, consider yourself without a husband once more.

Godlings, your luck with escaping us is dwindling. It's also suggested, in general, that looking at your phones too long will kill your chances at survival.

Helen of Troy has yet to learn how not to be taken. But part of me thinks she enjoys it.

Today's been good so far. By the way, have any of you noticed there are two sides to the maze? Because there are. I was so hoping one of you might say something about it but perhaps I was putting too much hope into the matter.

Grey-eyed Athena, you're still a clever creature. A second catch would have been good but I'll settle for gaining more later.

Come on, godlings. Amaze us with what skills you have left. Show us you have some purpose still.

[Ever since coming across Mordred, Famine had realized one thing: he wasn't unhappy. He remembered living a similar life in Zurvan, unaware of where he was going next, how he'd get to the next place. Though he was without horse and better supplies, it wasn't too bad.

But really, that was just an invitation for things to get worse. Best not to say all that outloud.]

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And happiest of birthdays to me.

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General locations? I'm South of somewhere. Not sure which side I'm on.