mythopoeics

I'm pregnant.






I'm kidding, darlings. But who of you had the beginnings of a heart attack and who thought 'oh that poor unborn child'? I always like to know what to count with.

Sorry for the disappearence act. Then again, we need to use phones far more.

What did I miss?

[Teaching Gwynevere how to ride a motorcycle -- or, at least, attempting to -- had put Mordred in a far better mood than he assumed it would. After a few hours in her company he was starting to get an inkling as to why his father would consider throwing aside the ideals of the kingdom for the woman, though he could say with a certainty he held no attraction to his former stepmother himself. She was lovely, of course, but not his type.

Feeling a vaguely renewed sense of purpose, he decided to start putting forth some efforts towards seeing what -- if anything -- he had worth living for. His time in Zurvan had convinced him that all it might take for him to feel more fulfilled in his shallow life was to go about the motions of finding a wife and making a family, but the reality of the situation was that nobody out there would ever want to marry someone like him, nor bear his children. This realization upset him, but it didn't deter him. There was always vengeance, the purpose that fueled him since his earliest days, and with Merlin around that was seeming more and more the easiest route to take.]

[filter; family (excluding Arthur)]
If any of you are stuck on a potential birthday present for me, might I suggest getting Merlin stranded on a boat out at sea headed towards some rocks?

( i go off like a gun, like a loaded weapon )

Glad that shit's over.

[Cù Sìth was not without family though sometimes he thought he could do without them. Like when his sisters felt it was appropriate to be loud while he was sleeping. Irritation finally boiled into a plan and, after they had gone out, he had slipped into their rooms and stolen all their shoes and one sock from each pair (never would he touch their undergarments, ew).

These were then carefully tucked into boxes in the attic, in the garage and even among the dogs' things. Then, to avoid being around (as more loudness would follow once the girls were back), he took Kira, Ramsey and Arthur out for their walks. It was from the park he typed up a post.]

[Filter: Aubrey]

Aubrey. There's a party I'm going to this weekend. Come with me. Bring some pals. It's an ABC party. If you know what that means, bring the right pals.

[Filter: Public]

I wish we were still in the maze. I'd have won. Just like when I found the General's niece first. :)

Hmmm. Arthur's drooling on my shoe.

[This would be likely the first of many more separations between her and her children but that didn't mean Angrboda was coping with it peacefully. She'd been a furious mess, having been taken while in a thin nightgown but, to her credit, she hadn't screeched and screamed about it. Instead, she had found a place to hole up, went out for food and water when needed. She missed her children painfully, craved them to be near.

And then came the Valkyrie (yet in such an unfamiliar shape and unknown to Angrboda now). It's been while she had been feeling a great need to stretch her legs that she felt a something fly past her legs and hit the ground with a heavy thud. After throwing herself down, she saw they had been bolas, meant to entangle her legs and make her helpless. Gods knew she was sick of the feeling, sick of everything. A low growl was came from the back of her throat as one pale arm reached out for them. Once grasping the hurled weapon, she waited, listening for someone to make a sound. Upon hearing it, she stood and swung about the weapon, releasing it with a sharp cry. Before knowing if she was successful, Angrboda made for the trees, knowing that she wasn't a giantess anymore and could not possibly present herself as a proper challenge.

All the right things had gone, all the wrong things were the same. By the time she got back to her hiding place, her body felt as if it would never forgive her. Her belly growled out and she snaked a hand over it but she was too tired to do slice some oranges. Later.]

It's tempting to find a way to burn this entire maze to the ground.

[filter; orkneys & mother]
It goes without saying that you all better come out of this in one piece. Or I'm gonna slit someone's throat.

[filter; cu sith]
I'm making a fucking leash for you out of vines.

[filter; public]
Anyone else feel like they're walking but getting fucking nowhere?

[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?

( I live until the call )

[Filter: Agravaine]

Let's talk business.

[It was by chance when she came across her ex-husband but she had at a party during the night. Civility was difficult but they found it in one corner of the room. He asked about Lucille, she told him to mind his own business. She asked of his love life, he told her it was better than hers. It was as civil as they could manage at least up until the moment he decided to touch her. One hand had just barely reached her shoulder when she pushed him, that rare hot fury bubbling up.

It ended badly, her ability lashing out to lure him to another room (to bring herself satisfaction that she could control him, always control him), his hands finally grasping her as intended. It was near-miserably quick and, when they broke apart, they stood angry at the other for leading them into it. Both would depart the party but would go their separate ways.

Marriages constantly ended badly for her but that was God's doing, she was sure of it. Samael was acceptable enough. He let her be, let her do what she had to and if he ever interfered one day he would regret it.

Lilith was growing tired of being silent about who she was but just a while longer. Just until she knew how to deal with a community full of obstacles and targets, she convinced herself.]

Some men seem to struggle with right and wrong. One has to wonder what forces them to feel that it's so difficult.

[Filter: Julian]

And some fight sweet considerations and thoughtfulness, don't they? That was not very nice what you did. Not nice at all.

Next time, I'll tell her to send something that you can't burn so easily, JuJu.

[The dove was released into the city without care or concern. The odd week had not gone by without issue. Tissues had turned into piles of fireflies, brandy to water, wine to safety pins and more. It had been a very sobering time, one that only sparked her temper more.

This wasn't quite her return, though, but it was a start. Yet Angrboda refused to deal with most of her family. Distance would do. She believed it was what was offered to her first.]

[Filtered AWAY from all Blackwells (except for Lena & Maud)]

So what the fuck has been going on again? Is that all they have after that time, in that place? Magic tricks? What is this supposed to mean? Or does it lack that entirely and we're back to being toys again?

[Filter: Lena & Maud]

Has someone yet explained this special place to you, Lena? Or have they neglected? Because someone had better steel you for what's to come now that you're one of us. Here, that is.

[Madeleine kept to her word -- a couple days too late, Agravaine had received a card from his ex-wife, its front green, sparkly and obnoxious. Part of him wondered if it was Madeleine who'd sent it to him, but the other part accepted how the woman who'd once been his wife was easily swayed by others.

Either way, it was going to burn.

And there was no better way to say "fuck off" than sending back a burnt card (or maybe there way, he just hadn't thought of it yet). The burnt, green mess in his kitchen sink was scooped back up and dropped into a new envelope, which had been written out to his ex-wife from him. No one in writing a fake address when he wanted her to see just who had bothered to send her something so insulting.

He'd see how she'd like that.]

Some of you will be thrilled to know I got an A on my paper. My teacher said it was well-researched and made him feel like he was actually there, so thank you brilliant sources. He also seemed to appreciate the banana that my phone turned into when he nearly caught me texting in class. I don't feel at all bad that I watched him eat it just because I was curious as to how it would taste. Would it have a slightly metallic aftertaste? The world may never know.

By the way uncle, I need you to take me by the Verizon store tomorrow so I can get a new one, since without my phone I just might succumb to a terrible depression that could only be cured by getting me an adorable puppy. I am nothing if not persistent.

I really would like to know why stuff keeps turning into bananas, or in one rare case my flash cards for algebra turned into playing cards, but whatever. So long as it doesn't bring down my GPA.

I meant to turn on the video but I am not going to change it over now because I'm terrified to touch anything. But tell me, am I going mad? Am I stuck in some bizarre dream or is this another game? Because I was going to go to bed when Baldric insisted he needed to go out immediately. And, annoyed, I went to get his leash.

[something is shaken and it's certainly not a leash] And that, the moment I grabbed it, turned into silk flowers! And after he took care of himself on my kitchen floor, I grabbed the mop and it turned into butterflies. Good lord, butterflies! And after that, my struggle to not screech down the whole apartment building and then ridiculous concern I had swallowed one of the butterflies, I managed to make myself tea after five tries.

[a subtle groan is offered then] Please tell me I'm not alone in this. Please tell me something is going on with everyone and I am not mad. I am not.

Please?

Beauty is something ever changing. They say someone has 'classic' looks or maybe someone's looks are narrowed down to their background. And then it's what attracts us. Beautiful bone structure, graceful movement. Perfect skin and pearly white teeth. That's typical. Perhaps some don't love a well-proportioned body, maybe they like someone more skin and bones. Maybe someone likes another more fleshy, something to really be able to touch without the fear of hurting them.

What is beauty to you? Is it a man with perfect broad shoulders and a bit of scruff on his face? A woman with an hourglass figure? Do you prefer someone more androgynous? Someone a certain age? A certain colouring? Or do you not even care and only want someone for what they have inside? That their true beauty lies in their nature and you're not at all superficial? I'd normally call bullshit on anyone who thinks looks don't matter even one percent but considering blind people have a sense of beauty of their own...well. You had better be nearly blind. Otherwise I will call bullshit.

That on the side, I'm going to indulge myself in doing a shoot again. My favourite photographer won't stop begging. And if anyone thinks my age could be a roadblock, then you don't know the power of my breasts of true beauty.

And my breasts.

Anyway, I need to leave Sophie with one of my lovely relations because she's developed quite a temper...again. I can't take her with me this weekend. Not Agravaine, until he's come down some throat-related issue that prevents him from swearing every few seconds. I do love you, my child, but you have a filthy tongue unsuitable for a child's ears.

I'm making it a point to run over the next asshole that walks out in front of my car because they were too fucking distracted by their cellphones to watch where they're going.

It's not my job to look out for your dumb ass.

On that note. Hi. I'm Jason. I might be making hood ornaments out of half the population of the entire Lower East Side. Just so you know.

Extra, extra, read all about it! An entire city's worth of former mythological beings all underwent the same torture yet again and everyone's pissed! I, for one, might have liked that place a little better, just because I had an awesome dad it was more fun.

I think we should all compare notes, and while we're at it I think someone from the Trojan War should help me ace this paper I've got to write on The Iliad. I'll be super-grateful.

We're back now, and I've got an unholy ton of homework. You know what would make me feel a lot better about all this? If I had a puppy. Seriously, puppies make everything better. Hint, uncle, big fat ~ sparkling~ hint.

[Ashes tip over into his lap, scattering across a thigh. Brushing them away would have to mean giving a shit, and Agravaine has no solitary fucks to give.

He hates being 'that brother', the one who gets emotional over another brother's death, but after Gawain's untimely one months ago, he isn't sure he wants to witness another one. Mordred was the last straw. Mordred, the one brother he cherished above all, dead. And then alive again. How much longer were they going to be played? Why were all the brothers he wanted alive dying, and the only one he wanted dead probably alive somewhere?

If it was really death. Agravaine doesn't believe in ressurrecting the dead, but then again, he didn't believe that a shitload of things could happen until they happened.

Top it all off with getting laid off from work, and he just really wants to fucking punch someone, so he smashes his last bottle of vodka into the kitchen wall and watches it explode into pieces.]

[filtered away from family (morgause & co, and pheme)]
I need a fucking drink. I just ran out.

[Agravaine wasn't going to waste any time the moment he woke up in bed feeling like he'd missed something. If this was his bed, it certainly wasn't his bed in Svarga, but who was complaining? He was fucking home. Which meant two things.

He rolled out of bed before his head could process the movement, and plagued by a head rush he padded over to Pheme's room. Finding her tucked up in bed, he smoothed the hair off her forehead. No kisses yet, not when there were more important things to do.

His cellphone was ripped from its charger in the kitchen, and Mordred's number was dialed from memory.]

[Filter: Aeneas]

I don't even know what to say right now. I don't even know what to think.

[Filter: Hector]

I should have said something when it all sank in but
I needed a little time to let it settle.


How are you handling things?

[Filter: Arthurians] Mordred's gone. He's gone and I
Why? You'll end up snarled at or worse. But
[Filter: Arthurians]

To his family: I'm so sorry about Mordred.

I don't know who to - I shall start from the beginning.

Lady Morgause, King Arthur. Mordred is dead. I am so sorry.

He - we were married. I remember it so it must be real. I don't think either of us particularly wanted to marry the other but it was working. Oh, it was working and we were happy.

He died in Ilium. He was fighting with the rebels. He - I heard that he died at the hand of the Queen's Consort. I don't know if that's true. But I'm so sorry for your loss. Would you believe that it is my loss, too?

Agravaine, I'm so sorry about your brother. He was so good to me.

[Hello, memories. Memories of being married to another man, memories of the lovely pest known as Loki and having his children. Combining those with the current.

This would not go well.]

OH FUCK NO

FUCK YOU ALL FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

I AM GOING TO KILL SOMETHING ZEUS I WILL END HIM NOW

[Agravaine would've been perfectly fine without the memories that had hit him like bricks. But when the apartment, the job, and the family all came flashing back to him, he needed a sit down. With the king's poisoning, did he need this? Really?]

[filter; pheme]
My niece?

[filter; svargan right-hand & diplomat ]
I can't explain what's going on. The king? I can't believe I'm

edit: [filter; family]
What the fuck? Where are you all?

[Filter: Nimue]

Sorry, I wasn't able to get to this thing until now. I wanted to keep a low profile until things got more calm. I'm fine, though. How do you feel about ditching Ilium for Svarga, by the way?

[Filter: Public]

So, how's Svarga these days?

Ho hum... I'm bored. Why does it seem like all the interesting things happen everywhere but here in Svarga?

Today was a glorious day. Father let me get a puppy, which I've named Bruiser, and I had an artist draw me a picture of him.



He's very vicious. I know this because when one of the soldiers called him a stupid name he bit the man five times on his hand before I could make him stop. I think we're going to get along quite well.

So. I had a vase with some water in it. Dead flowers were already tossed so I figured I'd toss the water out the window. No harm, just water that smelled a bit peculiar. In that rose-stalk way. I popped the window open with my elbow and pitched it.

'It' being the whole fucking thing and not just the water (my hands were wet, alright?). Then I heard someone curse. I imagine it caught someone. Didn't hear about anyone having died-by-vase so couldn't have been that bad. Right?

So. I wanted to say this to whoever I unintentionally hit: You're bad at paying attention to your surroundings. You deserved that.

That's all.

[Filter: Zeus]

It's warm. I think I can feel my toes. I want to go back to Glastheim and freeze myself before it's too late.



[ooc: if you want your character to have been accidentally struck while near the palace in Svarga or something, go for it.]

Did you know that some people say the best things when they don't know someone else is listening? It's not my fault that I just happened to be chasing a kitten through the yard when I overheard two of the stable hands talking, but maybe if the taller one hadn't called me a brat and stopped me from catching a new pet I wouldn't feel like someone really needs to know his true opinion of certain nobility.

That reminds me, I want to take my horse, Rumour, for a ride, but I don't want to go alone. Are there any hunts coming up I can participate in? Also, father, can we get a pet?

It was a good morning for a hunt. But before I found my game, I found an abandoned wolf pup. The runt of the litter by the looks of it. She is weak with hunger and it looks like something ran off with one of her ears. I have a mind to put her down, but we will see how she fares after she's fed and rested. She might make a good companion if she can be trained.

Here's an idea: don't touch my fucking horse, and you won't get kicked. Touch my horse and face the consequences. I'm going to beat the stable boy within an inch of his life

I love traveling! Talking to everyone, hearing their stories, learning all sorts of great new things... I should go places more often! I miss my father.[gone]

I'm so glad I thought to pack extra cookies, since if I hadn't I'd be out of them already. Sure, they're a bit messy, but crumbs never hurt anyone.

[His fingers are filthy from digging up lord knows what but he doesn't care. He runs his fingers over the paper, over that particular crease above, knowing the dirty stains will show up on the paper.]

I see a cat. It's fluffy, lost half an ear. Bit dirty.

Shall I leave it alone? I think it may have given birth a couple of days ago. Four, five kittens. Unless that was another cat. Too many fucking cats. I like dogs. Better friends to man. And I'm a man. So dogs it is.

By the way, before anyone freaks out on me, I'm just asking a question. A weird one. I'm not telling you what I may or may not do. It could be nice. It could be mean. I'm not telling.

[ filter; zeus ]
In the interest of not wanting to see Svarga fall apart with all of these absences, I'd be willing to stay and hold down the fort until after the wedding.

[ filter; pheme ]
If our good king agrees to it, I'm going to be as far away from this wedding as possible. I'm sending you with Skadi to Glastheim in my place. Bring your warmest clothes or you'll lose fingers. She leaves with the bride mid-week.

[ faction; Svarga ]

I'll be leaving for Glastheim with my niece. Reasons should be obvious and I don't feel like explaining them all.

This doesn't mean I'm to return to a house turned upside down.

[ / ]

Who of you was it, I wonder.

Always interesting when a storm drops by.

[it was time to do some caroling. no mistletoe was going inspire this. this was all Elaine and she was going to tackle the fifth floor with some cheery songs. she had started with apartments 5J and 5I (doing them in twos to save time!), continuing down until she got closer and closer to her own apartment. the songs weren't meant to be lengthy and she didn't linger as well.

now she came upon the final apartments, hers and 5B. the voice post begins here]

Fifth floor, that noise in the hallway? Was me! I'm sorry if you didn't fully appreciate the caroling but I was in the mood and it's almost Christmas. I had to. Of course, if that doesn't cut it, I do have treats in my apartment. I've been requesting a lot of sugar and flour. And yeast. And...well, anyway. Stuff. Knock on 5A's door if you want any.

That aside, I'm going to wrap up here and get back to making honey cakes and taffy.

[she already knew which song to sing (Deck the Halls). her throat cleared, she launched into the song with gutso, forgetting to kill the recording]

...why do they always take me when I'm in my damned jammies!

Worst. Christmas. Ever.

This shit? Again?

( inside a snowflake like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must see to believe~ )

Maybe it's true what they say, and The Grinch's heart can grow. Only one size for now, but I'm working on it...

Dear Santa,

It's been so long! I hope you liked the cookies I left out for you last year, and that the milk was cold enough because I left it in the freezer for too long. I'm still wondering how you got inside my apartment because I don't have a chimney and my balcony door was locked from the inside, not that you couldn't find a way to break in because I'm sure you've got excellent lock-picking elves to help you.

This year, I'd like several bottles of expensive wine because I'm not enough of a lush. I need to get more drunk! Like, a bottle for every day of the year. If you could also give me those cute little doggie jackets and boots, that would be like super cool. Not for the dogs, they're totally for me.

Give my regards to Mrs. Claus and hug Rudolph for me! Oh, and tell your elves they're doing a super great job. I promise the cookies I'm leaving you this year will be like so much better than last year's. Are you allergic to nuts? Send me back a letter just to be safe, I wouldn't want to kill you and ruin the dreams of children for decades to come.


LOVE~,

Elaine the Drunk

xoxxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

CHRISTMAS IS CLOSING IN ON US EEEEEEEEE ♥

I am going back to my parents' place for Christmas on the 23rd. And I know you all have plans and Arthur's doing his kingly thing and organizing something. So. SO. JOIN IN THE FESTIVITIES. ALL OF YOU.

It wouldn't kill any of you to enjoy the holiday season. :| No matter WHAT you celebrate or believe in. It's the end of the year, some of us have known one another for almost a year, little less, a lot more. The new year should begin with good thoughts and good cheer. So smile, celebrate and be merry. Be GOOD.

♥♥♥!!