mythopoeics

[Filter: Queen of Camelot]

I presume there's a good reason why I didn't hear until now that people have seen Heimdall in Camelot.

[Filter: Hades]

Camelot. The man you're looking for was seen there. Look into it, please, and see if it's worth following up on.

[Filter: Private]

I'll make the princess suffer greatly for all this. I'll make her bleed and wish she had never leapt upon a fleeting feeling that likely was born between her legs rather than her heart.

[Filter: Morpheus]
Things have gotten more interesting on the home front. Any new news from Camelot?

[Filter: Hades]
You've been hanging around the inn a bit much, haven't you, Admiral?

[Filter: Sultan of Babylon]

We must speak when you have the time. It's about news I have heard about your region involving an issue of mine. No doubt you've heard the rumours of the runaways. Get back to me when possible.

[Filter: Hades]

Stay alert, you may be setting sail shortly.


[ooc: backdated just slightly before Ryugu-jo goes into Babylon. ♥ comments may be delayed as well until some matters are ironed out!]

[Iriy was better at night, Famine realized, even when the streetlamps bled into the forgotten alleyways and lit up the crooks and crannies that were meant to be hidden. He didn't want to use the word "prettier", but it was. Easier on the eyes, easier to slip in and out unnoticed. He could be anyone in the dark.

Not in the best of moods that night, nor in the best of neighborhoods, he was momentarily blinded by the headlights a passing car before he felt the blade of a knife pierce him through coat and journal. And had the journal not been there, maybe the knife might have gone deeper. The wallet was picked from his pocket, and soon the knife and the person holding it were gone into the wind. Mugged and stabbed in an empty street. It was pathetic.

So he laughed.]

[ filter; family ]

fuck

[It had taken her a good few repetitive scrubs all over until she was raw pink ever inch and two baths in near-scalding water to completely feel she had become clean again. Then the servants had been set to making sure the bathroom gleamed like new so her husband would never realize how much blood (and who knew what else) had just gone down the drain. And if she was asked why she was so squeaky clean? She'd tell him it had to do with her lady parts.

The life of being a secret criminal. It was so hard sometimes.]

[Filter: Hades]

Dear older brother,

Today, I had the opportunity to be soaked in blood. It was irritatingly messy since nearly one-half of myself was nearly drenched and I have spat more than a camel today whenever I think I taste blood. Contrary to popular belief among the staff, I don't like the taste of blood and never well. But it appeared he had been cheating us in one of the gambling dens. It wouldn't have looked good if someone else had handled it.

Uriel is still unaware he touches hands that have probably seen more death than his. But then he is a man who heals and treats. Grips hands gently until the life is gone from the body. I'm oddly possessive of him as I am with all of my family. He fits in well here.

And that is what has been happening in Iriy. Please tell me you'll be visiting at some point.

Probably with some kind of love,
Death

P.S. Also, I know this isn't a real letter but I felt like writing one.

Does anyone know any good bedtime stories??

[Filter: Hades]
You must be busy.

[Filter: Ryugunese High Ranks]

The Iriyian ruler has approached me directly to forge an alliance with us. One thing, the Iriyian ambassador who was here knows about my daughter and that man. She informed her czar and was gone before I discovered this. The second thing is that Iriy and Niflheim are on the edge of exploding at one another, I don't doubt this and he is something akin to anxious. He brought the points of Niflheim's coast, that we could rival its military power. He offered me, in advance, land, their technology and, if we took them over, to be the leading power. He offered me the promise of giving me the two who have caused this mess, whether I would agree to his idea of an alliance or not.

He's young as you can tell by now, with a fierce attachment to blood, honour and duty. But all of what he had offered are things do not mean anything when the future isn't certain and he would first have the advantage of what we can give. I refuse for any of our generosity to be taken advantage of again. And he remains a foreigner and, at this time, his being one is not at all appealing thing to me.

But I brought him around to finally offering what he could give us outside of assurances and his word: oil. They also have other precious minerals which could be of use. I will have your thoughts and advice before I agree and sign anything. I also wish to know how things are in Camelot as of right now, Morpheus. I'd like to know if they will assist or resist us. Hades, report to me about the regions you have narrowed down. They cannot be allowed to settle or be accepted anywhere with severe consequences.

I also intend to make an official announcement to the people. It's time they know for certain what is the price for betrayal and what that girl has done to us.

[Filter: Private]

Note to self: get the driver to see if he can remove that dent before Rosier knows about it. I swear, the places people will put posts.

No, wait, I think it was the fence. I think. I really shouldn't drink before driving. Feh.

[Filter: Public]

The world is grumbling and I am eager to read of things unrelated to the rumours of missing princesses, abductions, horrible men who do those things and whatnot. Really, have you seen Babylon's history? It's littered with kidnapped women. I know it's not really all that nice and very much illegal now but it's happened.

Besides, we the people can hardly help the situation by speculating so much until more is known. And I'm Babylonian. I have no care or connection to Ryugu-jo or Camelot. And they really better not come here. Personally, I rather discuss something of more value to me.


Family, one of the cats from outside got in. I don't know where it is. ♥

[Imagine her surprise this morning when the delivery came... for her. And imagine her surprise upon realizing how...pink it was. Frilly and pink and... proper. It was not a cheap dress either.

Only her siblings would think this amusing. War did crack a wry smile before returning to her usual rant-slash-rage self.]

[Filter: Gabriel]

Do not. fucking ask about the pink.

Just. Don't.

[Filter: Siblings]

If anyone ever sends me anything pink again, I will go to your home and feed it to you.

I know where you all live- DEATH.

[Filter: Hippolytus]

...Hippolytus?

[Filter: Hades]

...Hades?


[Filter: Heimdall]

The 24 hours are up.

[He visits his daughter's rooms early in the morning. His fingertips trail over the dust-free surfaces, courtesy of staff well-trained and pride-filled.

Unlike his own flesh and blood. Perhaps he should have married her off sooner to the Hippolytus boy. No, he decides, coming to stop before a mirrors, eyes easily falling on himself. The mistake is not his but hers, for how she showed to be more selfish than loyal to him and the people. He wonders how aware she is of the gravity of things. That if she is caught and returned, there would be an examination waiting. And if that examination turned up results unfavourable...

The mirror is shattered, destroying the thought suddenly. Specks of blood striking the nearby wall but they would be gone before the next hour arrived.]

[Filter: The princess of Ryugu-jo]

Blood for blood.

Remember that as you run. Or turn back and come home before it's too late. You only get this offer once.

[Filter: Ryugunese High Ranks]

The current priority is to bring the bastard who took her. The runaway princess will follow, naturally. But I want him, at all costs. We will not be insulted in such a way, treated as if we can have what belongs to us taken. We are not the peacemakers of Camelot, we are not the soft-bellied people of Babylon. No one commits a crime of this level against Ryugu-jo.

All actions have consequences. Engage in calm but firm talks with Camelot if you must. Tear through wherever they were last seen discreetly. I don't care if it was one of the ruler's little vacation home in Babylon or the czar's bedroom in Iriy. But be sensible.


[He'd never use her name if he could help it. Not until he saw her face-to-face.]

[Filter: Helen]

You know I love you more than words could ever say, don't you? Thanks. For being here. I will make it up to you. Starting with getting some proper food for you delivered in here. And we'll take a trip, ok? I swear to whatever God there is I'll make you feel loved cared for beyond reason and that's only the goddamn tip of things.

You are a good wife, Helen. In your own way, you are a good wife.


Can you get me more pudding?

[Filter: Hermione]

I think you need to speak with your mother at last, darling. After everything that's happened, life's way too messed up for you to be scared of meeting with her.

[Filter: Public]

Sorry if I scared any folks. Should be all good soon.

I...

might have made a mistake.

Is anyone good at um. Reversing or negating powers? Getting things back? Specifically thoughts? Memories?

I rather be vague but that's probably not too helpful to the situation.

Help please.

Back for a week and already my brother's looking at me with puppy dog eyes because he can't figure out how to work the washing machine. The things I do...Then again, he was going to drive all the way home to make our mom do it, so I told him not to be stupid and I'd do it for him this time, but we'd have to work on teaching him how to do laundry on his own.

Nothing out of the ordinary, though. I guess I'll have to read and take notes on the things I missed even though I have time enough. Who knows when I'll have time to do it before we suddenly disappear to somewhere else. I still hate that woman. I'm the sun god. I am Ra and she just- I still want Sekhmet

[Filter: Bastet]
How are you? Should I even write this? Maybe not. Everyone's so-

[Filter: Set]
As it's doubtful you stayed in one place for very long, I suppose you're home by now.

How are you feeling? Physically. You won't want to talk emotions and that would be weird if we did that anyway You did well. I'm proud. Do I say this where he can see it? Probably not. His ego doesn't need to get bigger

[Filter: Andrus]
I'm glad you're back. For the record. I missed your one-worded responses and your dry sense of humor and your...side-eyeing. Something like that.

Do you want a copy of the notes from class when I make them?

[Filter: Lottie]
Want a copy of the notes from class when I make them?

[One day earlier had marked an important moment in Hel's life. One minute she had been passing by a restaurant patio, when she'd heard those petty remarks she had grown so accustomed to in high school fly right behind her. Former classmates, she would discover upon turning around. They had been whores in school. They didn't dress any different now.

And without a word, her mother's reminder ringing in her ear, she strode over, took a fork off one of their plates, and stabbed it into the wood of the table mere millimeters from one of the girl's fingers. Just as silent as she'd come, she walked away, the sounds of shrieking following her with each step.]

I am not someone to be mocked. You don't mock me ever. You will treat the queen of the dead with respect.

Moving a business is a clusterfuck of paperwork and a pain in my ass. It's finally done though so thank the fuck for that. Abernathy Securities is open for business here in the great city of New York. Anyway, anyone looking for work, I could use an assistant.

I'm Henry, used to be called Ares. You see a tiny grumpy seven year old running around, that's Alice. Yes, she's always like that. No, it doesn't bother me.

I made the mistake of listening to Janelle Monáe's most recent album, and I can't get it out of my head now. Literally. I'm sure other people have heard at least some of it considering how much music is blasting around this city. I'm not complaining, of course. It just gets hard to concentrate with so much going on at once, you know?

Anyway, so this blogging thing. I'm not really in to these. Don't need 'em. Buuut I can make an exception just this one time. Is it worth keeping up? Only time will tell!

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.

[When she wakes to the sounds of New York, she nearly throws herself from her bed, scrambling for her laptop. Skimming the posts, she gets an idea of what's happened.

There is only one person she wants to see, immediately. If he has returned.]

[Filter: Hades]

Which hospital? Tell me before before I believe this isn't real and that you are still dead and I I have to track you down myself and I am not so good with that don't make me involve Hermes again

Tell me. Tell me, please.

If anyone is looking for flowers to bring to those stuck in the hospital, there was a cancelled wedding and I have more than what I know what to do with.  Free of charge.

[address with a link to google maps]

[Filter: Set]
How are you doing?
You stood me up.

[Filter: Charon]
How are you doing?
If you're ever feeling up for it, let me take you out for a drink.

[Filter: Syrinx]
How are you doing?
Do you like board games?

Oh.  This again.  I've never been too attached to reality.  Couldn't it have at least been on a weekend? 

But it feels good to remember how to forget. 

[Filter: Thanatos]
Which of us won? 

What I was going to ask... I guess it's no longer relevant. 

Ah.  I'm sorry about being right about Nyx and Charon

[Filter: Raphaela]
If I may still call you sister.

[Filter: Hades]
You're alive.  I'll bring flowers.  Unless you rather be alone.

[Filter: Isis]
Don't get any ideas

I'm charged with checking on your well-being. Your husband asked.

I'm sure you have other family for this I know today was not easy on you and you probably have others to look after you, but I gave my word accidentally.

[Filter: Private]
I'll try to avoid these promises in future.

[Filter: Bastet]
Do you Would you

If you would like some company, please don't hesitate to ask.

[Filter: Andrus]
Please be careful.

I'd like to place a few bets, but either it's too underground for me to find or everyone has decided it's too tasteless.

[Filter: Thanatos]

Do I call you Mors, here? 

There's something I've been wondering.  ... I'll ask when I remember.

[Filter: Hades]

And you will fight so beautifully that tears will prick the eyes of all in the arena and I will feel the victory in my heart as I watch the son of Atreus falls for the last time. Freedom must come to you then and never again will we have to seek permission to see one another.

[Filter: Hermes]

I must be impish, my dear.

I wish to send something to someone dear to me but you must give it to him in private.

Even if you asked me, I couldn't tell you. We're all guessing together now.

So guess.

If this is a joke, it isn't funny. And if it's not a joke then it's still not funny.

[Filter: Aaron & Underworld minus Minos]

Situations?

[Filter: Osiris]

Brother.

home?

( turn your eyes from the garish light of day )

[filter; visible to all greeks]

It feels as though it's time to do a headcount again. Children, brothers, sisters - who is here? My daughters - it's been far too long since we've had dinner together so pencil me in for Thursday evening. I look a fright but I hope you'll put up with me, nonetheless

[filter; blackwells]

If someone could explain to me why Reza and Dante thought it necessary each to bestow a black eye on me, I would appreciate it greatly.

I think I'm ready for this semester to be over so that I can get back home and away from all of this. The only problem with that plan is people keep telling me I should stay here and look for internships. I guess I see their point, but I really just want to go home. And also I haven't actually found any internships. I also don't really have time to look for internships what with all the work my professors keep throwing at us.

Anyway, I hear the real world is better, right?

I actually took the time to sit down and play some music today. It was relaxing. Of course, then I remembered I had to study so I switched to my computer. Of course then I got sidetracked looking around on youtube for a little while.

Woops!

I found this when searching around. If I were any good at singing...well, I still wouldn't be able to do that. I'm not going to pretend otherwise. I'm still not sure about these electric violins, but I'm impressed by the singing part! Anyway...I better go back to homework. Almost all done! Finally! Definitely going to bed early. Ugh.

I don't care for introductions, but here I am. Must we eventually meet, you may know me briefly as Lottie. I must have slipped up somewhere, but I really cannot recall. How long have I been torn from myself. Such a messy predicament.

Does anybody need maple syrup? Somehow I ended up with five bottles when I meant to get eggs, and I don't think I can eat that many pancakes. As delicious a challenge it may be, I lack the eggs required to make them.

I'll leave it on my doorstep. Feel welcome to make it disappear.

[It had been a couple of days since he had met Hermes. The pigeon comment shouldn't have weighed on his mind but it did. He was reminded of the little bastard that had come into his home, shat all over the place and then had escaped through the most clever of ways. It would have been more impressive if Thanatos had not wanted to murder the damn bird. It had been someone, he knew that much.

Most recently, his favourite nephew brought up Hermes. The thief, the swift messenger of the gods. Silver-tongued and manipulative. Why if he didn't know any better...

And then it all finally sank in.]

Hermes, you motherfucking, cocksucking whoreson.

The place where you rest your hands on your desk is home to 10 million bacteria at any given time. Well, not anymore. Seven million of them just moved to your hand. Congratulations.

I'm sufficiently bored. If you couldn't tell alone by the fact that I'm here again.

Hello, I guess.

I guess this calls for an introduction. I'm Aaron and I'm not really sure why I'm here, only that I am. Odd invitations to strange places. I'm not sure I entirely understand. Then again, accepting these things was probably not my BRIGHTEST move, but hopefully it's worth it and no one's out to kill me. Are Apep or Isis behind this? I will leave if they are. I refuse- I was in the middle of homework when this popped up and I really need to get back to that, but do I know anyone in here from school? Is that what this is about? Some sort of social networking thing?

What is it about nice weather that brings out the dumbasses of humanity? It's like as soon as the sun starts shining people lose all common sense.

Hn, and people wonder why I prefer being out on my boat.

It would appear I give my classmates far too much credit.

[Filter: Leukothoe]

I trust you are well?

Well, that was fucking annoying. Days spent in a fucking maze, days I could have used to manage my business instead.

But it keeps repeating. It pushes onward, forward without sign of favour coming our way. Some of you believe in a God. Some of you believe in nothing but yourselves. Some of you have no idea of what all this is. What I want to know is why we've all been grouped together now instead of a previous life. Because I know in my previous lives I went through a normal life. As normal as a mortal's can be.

There have to be answers that can be found.

[She wants to hear from her husband first. She wants to speak to him first. Despite all her jumbled feelings, if she doesn't hear or speak to Hades before all others then she would feel all wrong.

Surely, that was a sign.]

[Filter: Hades]

Speak to me as soon as you can. Or I will burst in during one of your classes and tackle you before all your classmates.

And then be possibly dragged out by any security but I will do it. I will.

( someone's going home alone again tonight )

( This darkest grace )

[Filter: Private]

Papa's called from home again, to make sure I'm well. He knows how I get after winter ends. If only he knew the real reason why. That his daughter is the Underworld queen and she had two homes: above and below. But he promised to call a friend of his who runs a place that sells delicious sweets so I can have some proper homemade baklava. ♥ Dear Papa, always thinking of me in the best of ways.

And in more typical news: it's supposed to be well into spring and this chill remains. An ugly reminder of winter nipping at away at my flesh. The world we were once stuck in saved me from most of that maddening season but all I ask that this change and soon. Let it rise above sixty degrees (celsius), please!

[Filter: Public]

I hammered my thumb today. It's terribly gruesome. ...I mean, really. Yes, I saw a doctor. Yes, it's bandaged up. And, yes, I resumed hammering and hanging up pictures.

I even drew a little face on it. ♥ It says hello, community! Please think pleasant thoughts for it!

[Filter: Hades]

I want to demand of you something. Let's have our next meeting be either at your place or mine. I'm a bit grumpy to want to go out.

[she couldn't work, barely could eat, couldn't get dressed, couldn't feed her cats. she'd resorted to knocking over the bag with her elbow and just shooing them out of the kitchen when she suspected they had had their fill. water was a situation that had required more cleverness and she'd bruised herself in the process. but what was worst was that she felt neglected. physically. there. you know where.

yes, that was what was worst for her. a voice post was plotted then, so she could at least vent]

Sometimes, during times like this, I want to treat this place like a personal ad place. Though less about dating and deep meaningful relationships and more about good hard fucks that leave you unable to walk with any dignity at all. [she laughs, briefly amused by her own self] Gods above, that's indecent, I know. Not that I am a decent person. And I can't describe the state I'm in. I'm so very out of it. And irritated. It's not good for me to be like this. It's not good at all. Oh, I can get a maid in here to clean up, to even look after my cats if things don't stop eventually but I am not sure what would happen if I touched someone else with...passionate intentions.

But returning to the so-called ad business, it would end up a bad, bad idea, wouldn't it? Someone assure me of that. True, I don't know enough of you to trust you and not all of you know me well enough to believe I wouldn't rip your spines out and bathe in your blood. So I linger- no, languish is this state, sweetlings. [another laugh, she knows she's being very dramatic] Waiting for this stupidity to pass while simultaneously dreaming of the most effective way to make Khaos regret every single one of her decisions. I even know what I'd start with: a stiletto. [small pause] Not the heel, pets.

Though I can only imagine what Loki would say if he could see all this. But I know exactly what I'd want to do to him when he spoke, that impudent bastard.

[a faint sound of irritation is then made and then in German:] For fuck's sake, the cats are back in the kitchen...

[the post ends]

[she was normally a very calm lass but she can't help but wonder what is going on. she was clearly missing out on something and it felt like a shame. her curiosity streak was begging she inquire and to make find out how she could get in on this randomness. after all, it wasn't like there were beasts around or evil hotel residents.

so on went her webcam just because she could. she wiggled at fingers at everyone watching and smiled]

So. Things have gotten very odd, haven't they? Is it just me and a couple of others unaffected? [a small tilt of her head] And how is it working? Does anyone know? Do tell me, please.

[she then waggles a finger] Or better yet, record what's going on with you and show me. And by that, I mean only if Khaos is fooling with you. I don't want to see something only you'll be proud of flashing about. [the things she expected, she thought with a laugh] Be good!

But that's all. I just really am very curious.

Don't think I'm going to run out of change any time soon if this keeps up.

I wanted to say this earlier, but my excitement got in the way, I think. I got into NYU about a month ago.

[Filtered to Private]
I can't believe I'm doing this. Like, everyone here just seems crazy, or like...gross. But I totally need new friends right now...so...♥ I guess I could try.

[Public]
Hey, darlings. ♥ My name is Skylar. I don't think I know any of you, but I think some of you might go to school with me at NYU?~ I'm sure I'd recognize your fucking wretched lovely faces.

Now, who's nice enough to introduce themselves so I don't feel so alone, hm?

Right. Since I know it's going to come up, I'd just like to make it clear that just because I have red hair, freckles, and am most definitely a soulless ginger this does not mean that I'm Irish. My fondness for the color green is because it compliments my pasty skin tone, much like the black people see me wearing a lot.

This doesn't mean that I don't love Saint Patrick's Day, just that my reasons have less to do with my ethnicity than it does with how absolutely hysterical drunk people can be.

Thank you.

Things seem to be going well for me. I'm dancing in a show and it's going to be on Broadway. I'm really happy about that, because it means there's a chance some people will see me dancing. It's not ballet, but at least I'm getting a foot in the door.

If anyone wants to come see me perform the show starts running in April and I've got a few tickets I can give away. I'd like to have at least one person in the audience for me, just because.