mythopoeics

Why is it drinkers have the best stories? I learn so many things when I'm refilling drinks and sitting with the soldiers who come into Barachiel's, most of which I'm sure they would blush if they figure out they were telling a fourteen year old. Or maybe not, I only know a few soldiers and they don't have a lot of shame.

Seems there's been a lot of chatter lately... some of it is juicy, too! Don't know how much of it to believe, but I hope the guy who mentioned that his dog's about to have puppies was one of the trustworthy ones, since I'm hoping my parents will let me take one.

Hint, I want a puppy, end hint.

[filter; samyaza]
Don't worry, I've been taking notes.

This house is a mess. Ugh cleaning

Apparently today is 'be a clumsy mess and run into the corner of every sharp surface' day. My poor hips At least it hasn't resulted in any serious injury if you don't count the cut on my knee but that's nothing I can't take care of.

[Filter: Samyaza]
Just so you know, Évariste and Fiammetta are in time out. Don't let them trick you with cute smiles.

I also mentioned to Uriel that we might visit. Did you want to visit, too or would work get in the way? I haven't decided when yet.

[Filter: Anubis]

Ready to make good on your promise~?

[Filter: Public]

Somebody stole my shoe. Why would you steal one shoe and not the pair? They weren't even my good pair, but still. They were mine. Darlings, this is very upsetting.

Where is the trust? Or have thieves taken over?

[Filter: Castor]

Help me find it~

[Filter: Tristan]

I am deeply sorry for what transpired and what I did. Are you well?

[Filter: Angels + Léonore]

When everyone's fully recovered, it might be a great time to have that dinner.

[Filter: Public]

For the next week, d'Orsay'll have free rounds for everyone here. Though you'll probably have to ask for me (Ed). Pretty difficult to tell your staff to go pro bono on reincarnates only.

[Filter: ALL Angels]

Alive. Sorry for not saying anything earlier. It's been ... a rough couple of days. Don't want to talk about it. Not now. Just need to spend a few days in a church, wondering what our Father is doing while we're being

[Filter: Uriel]

You're ok?

[Filter: Gabija]

Don't tell me you came and saw that. Your brother should have told you to stay home during the games.

Aidan? You're back right? You're not dead anymore? Please. I'm bringing you a plant or flowers or something. I don't know. Maybe I'll bring you a cactus for making me worry I'm sure your... Which means you're going to tell me where you are so I can deliver it in person.

On another note. I went to apologize for my sudden absence and apparently I wasn't absent? Also my apartment is redecorated? I don't...understand. How was I in two places in once? I thought that was physically impossible.

[Filter: Private]
I don't know what to say or do or...or anything. He's-

I just don't...understand. Why this? Why would you choose this? Tearing people from each other. And next I get to watch my temporary husband fight. I hope those important to him don't lose him tomorrow. Enough talking to myself.

[Filter: Public]
I have some plants to look after at my home here. It's the small things...It's no greenhouse, but it's acceptable enough. I'm so sorry for all who have lost someone Until we get home. If we get home

[Filter: Barachiel]
Good luck tomorrow. I am here if you need anyone to talk to or anything at all, really.

Drained was how Uriel felt as he left the sunlit arena behind him and entered the dark corridors where the other gladiators waited for their chance in the spotlight. Some of them greeted him with encouragement, but everything went through one ear and out the other. The archangel wasn't listening, not to them.

Samyaza was dead by his hand. Would Father even forgive him for that? These circumstances had been forced on them, but they'd had the opportunity to forfeit, even if it meant death by another. At least they wouldn't be facing each other. Now his brother was dead, and it didn't matter if death was temporary or not.

He nearly walked right past Barachiel on his way to a place where he could pray in silence.

For a moment, Barachiel hesitated. But, of all the archangels, this was his realm - to face people's sins, in all their horrifying glory, and in spite of them reach out and forgive. To spread God's love and forgiveness, to let all His creations know that all was not lost, would never be lost, for everything was possible through Him and in Him.

So, without any regard at all for the blood and sweat that coated his brother's skin, Barachiel reached out and drew Uriel into a brotherly hug. "It wasn't your fault," he said into Uriel's ear. "He sees and forgives."

In his dazed stupor, Uriel only recognized his brother when he spoke, the voice shaking him from his thoughts of Samyaza's bleeding form. He rested his hand on Barachiel's upper back.

"I know," he murmured, hoping with all that remained of his might that he meant it, too.

Barachiel withdrew, an arm still remaining around his brother. His heart bled for Uriel, even as he realized he would soon be facing the same fate.

But this was their burden to carry. They had to persist even under the machinations of this false goddess and her cohorts. Their comfort would be found in shared prayer, matching pairs of skinned knees and trembling fists.

His will be done.

[ filter; gladiators ]

Those who do not have previous experience wielding either a sword or spear - my name is Gabriel, look for me in the training yard and I will work with you to help as best I can. I will not let you go into this fearful and unprepared. Or doubting yourselves. For the rest; good luck, God bless you... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ filter; calliope ]

I pray that neither of my opponents are your family - be it true or in this time? I simply would not be able to do that to you while you watch. And are you safe?

[ filter; angels ]

Should one of us fall

[ filter; public ]

I really wanted to see Battleship. First thing I'm going to do after sitting in church for a few hours praying when we get back is see that movie. With the largest popcorn and every sugary/sour gummie candy they have. What about everyone else?

Perhaps something to look forward to will help.

SAMMY THE HELL ARE YOU?

There's something familiar about this whole thing.

I should get married when I get back. Or adopt. I vote on adoption.

I'm dead aren't I?
No that's just ridiculous why would my afterlife be

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!

THIS ISN'T
IT CAN'T

Okay cool, I'll play along until I wake up from this incredibly vivid dream. In which I'm wearing a sheet of some sort, have a sister, and am apparently married. Oh! and we own a gladiator.

If anyone sees Russell Crowe around can you point him in my direction, please?

[Filter: Private]
I still don't know how to feel about where I am. I don't mind the clothes. There are a few people to talk with.

I just don't know. I never imagined being married quite yet. Much less to a stranger.

[Filter: Public]
I guess I can cross 'Travel to Rome' off my list of things to do. I'm not freaking out. I'm not

And possibly 'Get married to a stranger'. Though, that wasn't actually on my list.

This is oddly familiar. Except that apparently I'm a Roman now. And rich. Stupid Romans.

It appears I'm a gladiator as well. I have a wife.

I want to say I just got super drunk, but I know that's not true cause I didn't even have any alcohol but I don't know why I am where I am!

Eddie? Eddie, where are you? I need you, please

[Filter: Eddie]
JUST CAUSE YOU'RE BEING ALL CUTE AND WORRYING...I'm going to get a tiara from a strange man. I promise to stay in public places, around bright lights, and lots of people. I will have my phone (WHICH IS FULLY CHARGED!) with me and I'll call to let you know I'm not dead if you want.

[Filter: Public]
I just needed to share this. I really did.

[Once, it had been easy to look his sister in the face. But after having faced her during that week knowing that it wasn't her, that it was all a fantasy of an ideal world in which she was back to her former sweet self, it was hard to even glance at the framed pictures lining his shelves. It seemed impossible to admit there was nothing to do for her, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn't believed it for years.

Lucia would never be the same, and there was nothing Uriel could do. His fingers itched for a cigarette, but instead of giving into the craving, he tossed the whole packet into the trash.]

[filter; private]
If ever I needed you more, it's now, Father.

[filter; archangels]
I feel as though in these difficult times, we should come together more often. If you would all like, I could arrange a dinner at my apartment. If you don't mind the presence of my greyhound.

[filter; diva & eve]
How have you been doing?

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT REQUEST!! I NEED ALL THE ANGEL DUDES! ANGELS AND PEOPLE WHO KNOW MY BROTHER (ED D'ORSAY FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE) TO TALK TO ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOURSELVES! Coooome to meeee! I require your friendship (except Gabe, cause I already stole his friendship)! And all embarrassing information you have on my brother. Please and thank you!!

Alsoooo! I found this when I was browsing through stuff today and it made me laugh.

( you can be the peanut butter to my jelly )

Homework homework homework...SURPRISE E-MAIL! These are the events that led up to me ending up here. Umm...so where is here and who is here?

I wonder if Ed would like that I just got this e-mail and came here without mentioning it. I should care about this Oh well!

OH! I'm Léonore. Soooo....hello!

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya..

Actually it's Nate. Though some know me as Gabriel. I'm a Leo; I like average walks through the city, traveling, talking for hours on end, and I will eat anything you put in front of me that has an unhealthy amount of sugar. So what's the buzz, tell me what's happening?

Who do I know, who don't I know, who should I know? Talk to me, Goose!

[With his family, prisoners and pregnant wife gone, Menelaus felt more comfortable tackling things again. He could get around without feeling a pressing need to go back home. There was no worry of being groped by his perfect!wife or being tugged on by his perfect!brother.

There was just peace and quiet.]

Hey, Helen, if I were gay who would you do you think would be my type?

Mona, you're banned from giving me any looks.

[There was nothing like a fresh start in ways. It was necessary if he was to move forward and find himself well several months or years from now. The obsession had to be cast aside, the ideas and fantasies needed to be washed off his mind and hands.

Troilus simply thought of how much better his mother would feel if she arrived and saw that he wasn't behaving in an abnormal way. To further boost his plan, he damned his sinful lust as something the gods would do, could get away with. Therefore, it would no longer be something he'd want for himself.]

It seems I'm rusty at the game of finding women who want to date and not just...well. There is nothing wrong with that but goddamn. Sometimes a little more doesn't hurt. I'm fucking thirty-one. When did it get hard? Is it because I want something real now? Or maybe it's the job that doesn't help.

Before it even comes up: I don't want anything to change me to suit today's women. Don't even go there. I'll go to Russia and find myself a bride if needed. ...jokes about mail-ordering on can be kept to yourselves and fuck you for thinking it.

...Brothers. I pray so fervently that at least one of you is present. Or six, so I know which I

So after my Easter plans nearly came under threat, I managed. Somehow. Lord above, I don't want to go through that again. At least I had my clothes ready to go.

One of my wee cousins from Daddy's side told me to wait for him. I just died from the adorable. But tell me, what happens to boys between then and adulthood? Don't get me wrong, I know fantastic men but they are in the minority.

Anyway. ...I should plan some advertisements for the shop. Flowers don't go and sell themselves. ...usually.

[Filter: Ed]

Is this place giving you a lot to think about?

[filter; eve]
It occurs to me that we missed your mother's service because of the maze. I'd like to pay my respects if that would be possible.

[filter; angels]
You are all well?

I turned my son's children's Bible into a guinea pig yesterday. Which everyone else here seems to be going through. Maybe I'm not as crazy as I think I am. I had no idea how to explain that to my wife, but I figured, hey, kid seems to like the thing. Might as well let him keep it as a pet.

About time he moved on to a bona fide Bible, anyway.

Moving on, a good friend once told me that "Awkwardness is a choice". So here's me making the conscious effort to not be awkward by introducing myself. Name's Édouard d'Orsay. And, yes, that d'Orsay, which, as the result of my dad's genius, I can't help being a little proud of.