mythopoeics

[PRIVATE TO EUTERPE]
Euterpe. Dearest. Light of my life. I have to go to Niflheim for a day or so. Apparently there is a guy who has the part I need to fix that old piano in the attic. I will be home long before it's time to go to Camelot.

[PRIVATE TO DAPHNE]
I'm headed your way for a day.

[PRIVATE TO GABRIEL AND TROILUS]
I hope you idiots are well.

it is a nice day

[Filter: Osiris]

i miss you
there were some nice people tonight in the bar

[Filter: Nephthys]

do you want to have lunch tomorrow?

[Filter: Hera]

Mother?

[Filter: Hermione]

I'm afraid we might have to delay the trip a little, something came up. I promise to explain soon, please forgive me, sister?

[Filter: Troilus]

Are you busy?

It was late when he reached Camelot. Though he had left sometime on Tuesday, he had had a few distraction on his way. None were unpleasant at the very least, leaving him feeling healthier and refreshed each time. If Hyacinth only knew then he might be glad that nothing resulted in anyone's demise. Death wasn't necessary majority of the time, after all. It was only in cases when he was weakened somehow or aggravated. Or simply wanted to. Leaving a trail of bodies was detrimental to the big plan, however.

Returning to his arrival, he made sure to check in somewhere under a false name and using a Niflheimian accent. Word did not need to get around that another Ryugunese was in town, especially not a doctor and not a Jubokko.

His sister could use a surprise. The kind that let him take care of his curiosity. Why, she might even have some delicious friends.