mythopoeics

[ filtered from khaos & minions ]
You know, I've always wanted to travel to an exotic location and destroy something of value, so I guess the only real question is who wants to come with me? We can make it a vacation -- get in some sightseeing, kill a few crazy locals, sample the food -- and even better I'll spring for the tickets. This is a one-time offer, loves, so act fast.

[ filter; raoul ]
You have no fucking business coming back into her life. Stay out of it, and stay away from her, or I'm ripping your fucking head off.

[ filter; mother + brothers ]
The kid's father is back in town. He doesn't know who she is right now, but if he starts asking questions, you can't hold me back from knocking his teeth out of his skull.

Have shotgun, will travel.

Honestly though, it's not as difficult to stay safe as some of you are making it out to be, it just involves common sense. [...] Nevermind, perhaps that is difficult for some of you. Regardless, if anyone needs assistance, do let me know. It feels good to put my old military training to use again.

[ Waking up in an apartment that wasn't his own wasn't a surprise. Really, he'd become far too used to all the relocation. Waking up alone was even less of a surprise. It was the Beretta laying on the pillow next to him that gave him pause. He'd never really been a firearm person, being someone who preferred more intimate weapons-- blades, for instance. But he'd take what he could get.

Tucking the gun into the back of his jeans, he'd scoured the apartment, which was bare bones enough to suit his tastes. But he wasn't going to stay. He wasn't going to reach out just yet either. Stepping out of the apartment, he noticed something wasn't quite right. It was too quiet. He wasn't going to risk calling out, in the event something unexpected decided to show its face.

They appeared once he'd managed to get himself a block away from the complex. So New York was overrun by plant life, no big deal. The velociraptors that hopped onto the car in front of him were another story. The fuckers were hurling themselves at him before he had the chance to draw the gun. The Starbucks across the road called to him, and so figuring the door wouldn't just happen to be unlocked, he shot three times at the door, slamming his weight into it and shattering the glass. By some miracle, the bathroom door was not locked, and so as he threw the door shut, he felt one of the raptors slam into it. He locked it, stepped away, and collapsed against the closest wall.

Well, fuck.]

[ mass text to mordred, horsemen, and raven ]
are you fucking serious

Somehow, I went from owning my own security firm to selling house alarms door to door. I'm not sure I like this change, although I must say -- housewives seem to be a fan of inviting me in for a cuppa and a chat while their husband is off at work. Suffice to say I haven't been bored.

And how is everyone else doing?

You'd think, after everything we've dealt with of late, that a small, winged, flying creature wouldn't be something problematic, but I believe I've gotten an idea of how things work around here. That being said, my 'friend' is making himself difficult to ignore.

I've tried everything -- setting out puzzles in an effort to distract him, following the guidelines regarding fairies in books, and even pretending the little wretch doesn't exist -- but all for naught. He's a persistent little thing, and seems fond of distracting me at the most inconvenient of times. It's getting tougher to act as though he's not bothering me, especially in public places.

Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm sick of this pint-sized menace dumping ashes onto my morning omelet in an effort to get my attention.

I've decided that I simply cannot stand Starbucks. Their coffee is overpriced, their clientele primarily hipsters or wannabe-Eurotrash, and their baked goods sub-par. So why do I find myself going there damn near daily?

Some bloody moron broke my coffee maker and I haven't had time to get a new one. Bet you can't guess what I'll be doing this weekend.

[ filter; elaine ]
Come over tomorrow. We need to talk, because I'm not doing this shit online.

[ filter; family ]
Just checking in.

[ filter; mordred ]
Busy tonight?

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
It occurred to me I never told you my mortal name. It's Carmine. Whether or not I'm in uniform if we meet, Carmine is more socially acceptable than Uriel. I'd also like to ask you a favor: please do not divulge my real name publicly. I don't plan to make my presence as an angel known.

[ filter; diva ]
I'm visiting Lucia tomorrow at 1, if you and Mark would like to come. I know it's last minute.

[ filter; horsemen ]
I am aware of our arrangement in Zurvan, but it no longer is our reality. We co-exist and share this earth together, but it isn't in our nature to mingle or procreate. However, should you have need of me, I will do what's in my power to help you. You know what I'll allow, and what He allows of His angels.

I keep reading about how things have changed for people since returning from our little excursion, and I find myself thinking that I must have somehow gotten lucky as not much is different for me. So, I know a few more people, but it remains to be seen as to whether that's a bad thing or not. Otherwise, life has gone on as per normal for me.

Am I alone in this?

[ For dearest elder sister's birthday, he ships her a couple of things: this, this, and this pendant. They're delivered in a plain brown box with a HUGE PINK BOW (like it takes up nearly all of the top), the box full of shredded newspaper and a creepy card on top reads on the inside in his slanted writing:

I'm about to get sentimental, and no, you're not allowed to laugh. Last year was a shitty year, but I had you to get through it. I don't ever want to go through that again, though if I have to, I know no matter the crap I pull, we're still us. And we'll never break. This year, I'm glad things have been different. Better.

Thanks. Have fun being older.

- Fam ]

[ filter; raven ]
So if you were thinking of having an animal, this is not the time to think about one. Three animals is two animals too many. You can have the skinny cat. Gaunt and Beast are mine, unless you feel you could win a battle for joint custody.

[ filter; mordred ]
Make time on Friday.

Being crippled at the knee is exceedingly unfortunate.

[ filter; mordred ]
Morticia, speak up.

[ filter; menelaus ]
And you are where?

[ filter; all angels ]
We are being toyed with once again.

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
Despite the circumstances, I still consider you family.

[ filter; troilus & aeneas* ]
Where are the both of you?

[ filter; morgan ]
Tell me you're alright.

[ filter; death ]


[ ooc: he's not aware troilus is gone, sob ]

[ filter; elaine ]
So it'd be better if I died, is that
I don't think you're
It's not
Fucking shit

[ filter; family ]
I don't know if this shit is permanent or not, but even if it isn't, I'm still fighting. I don't give a fuck about civilians or soldiers or who dies, as long as I'm the one who walks out alive. But if I die, take care of

And don't say a goddamn thing about my marriage.

You'd think we'd be used to knowing we're being thoroughly fucked with by this point, and yet I still expect someone to buy me dinner beforehand. That's, at least, the classy thing to do.

[ filter; family ]
Is it too much to ask for a status report?

[ filter; zurvan family ]
If it matters, I've enjoyed our connection.

[Filtered: Camelotian High Ranks]
Would anyone care to explain what, exactly, we plan on doing about this?

I'm certain I don't have to spell out for any of you how it will look if the newspaper publishes anything on this before we have a plan fully in place, but might I suggest we blame this on our Queen? You all know as well as I do that were she not in charge we wouldn't be in this position, and our citizens are smart enough to know if we attempt to pull the wool over their eyes. Your thoughts?

[Filtered: Gabija]
Sister, darling, twin -- how much did you know about this situation, and why did you choose not to bring it to my attention sooner?

[Filtered: Private]
Well, if this isn't a potential nightmare in the making then I don't know what is.

While I'd love to say something like "Iriy, my how you've changed", I hardly think now is the time.

[Filter: Mordred]

Old friend.

[Filter: Set]

Marshal, as per our discussion, my army will be moving across the border to engage Niflheim.

[Filter: Eve]

Are you well?


[Filter: Percival]

[Filter: Iriy high ranks]

We will cross the border with Babylon and keep south, until we engage Niflheim.

[Filter: Mordred]
Will you come see me? Can I come see you? I need to know that you aren't going to be eaten alive by crazy Ryugunese people who are maybe possibly the sort of people who eat other people I miss you...and your stupidly similar face. There are hugs in it for you.

[Filter: Uriel]
I just wanted to say that I love you. ♥

[Filter: Public]
I woke up to a bug crawling on my face...ON. MY. FACE. That bug is dead now. DEAD. So gross. So gross. Sooooooo gross. BUGS!

Ah, the life of the Queens' consort can be so busy. People may not believe that, but I'm far more than just a pretty face. I wield a mean broadsword as well if I need to.

Then there's my diplomatic duties, such as visiting my beloved sister and her family. I sometimes imagine what I'd be like as a father, but with the Queen being so busy that could simply be the pipe dreams of a feverish mind. I must say, I am an excellent uncle, as my twin can attest to. It's a point of pride, truly.

Now then, what shall I do with myself today?

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; mordred & gabija]
I hope my letters got to both of you. The post is not always reliable. How are you both?

[filter; death]
I'll be home late tonight.

There's very little like going for a ride to get one's blood pumping in the mornings. And to think, there are some who feel our weather would never be conducive to such activities. Shows what they know.

[Filter: Heimdall]

You were my brother in all but blood, so I owe it to you to approach you, one last time, as a sister and not as the queen of the nation you betrayed.

Kindly explain your rationale.

[Filter: Camelotian High Ranks]

You are aware of the trying circumstances that have been forced upon us. Before I assign you your duties --

Your thoughts, gentlemen.

added after the stress level escalates [Filter: Mordred]

Where are you?

It's a little disheartening to realize how much I've missed normalcy.

[filter; family]
Are we all safely home, now?

[filter; galahad]
...how are you?

[filter; gwynevere]
I know this might seem strange, but I'm sorry.

[Dying was just the coolest thing ever. Really. It was simply fantastic. Agravaine woke feeling like he'd be run over by several tractors, surrounded by wight and completely confused as to why the fuck he was still breathing. Sure, it had happened before, people coming back from the dead. But not him. Apparently, it'd been his turn.

The hospital felt sterile as fuck, and smelled just the same. He could feel bandages adorning his body, but he didn't need to feel for what had killed him. He already knew his brother had dealt him the damage, though he didn't hold it against Gawain. It hadn't been up to them. The only person to blame was that fucking Khaos bitch.

If there was a line to throttle her, he was going to kick his way to the front of it.]

[ txt'd ]
oh fuck this shit

[filter; mother]

Are you alright? I'd like to see you.

[filter; galahad]

Don't lose. I couldn't handle seeing yet another person I care for fall.

[filter; gwynevere]

Are you well, with everything that's been going on?

[filter; private]

If ever there was a time when I wish it had been me getting fucked about instead of my family, now would be it.

[Filter: Percival]

I'm sorry.

[Filter: Elaine]

I really need to talk to someone-

[Filter: Lancelot]

Father what would you do-

[Filter: Mordred]

What would you do?

( and I saw through a world that is new, that is free )

[Filter: TRUE children & siblings]

Tell me what is going on with all of you. I need the distraction after learning Merlin is my child in this place. Needless to say, I will kill him if he gets close enough.

[Filter: Mother]

Are you alright?

If anyone has need of me I'm home now.

[filter; private]
They gave me pills, and the name of someone to contact. If they expect them to be utilized they've another thing coming.

[filter; horsemen]
So I got a job. [address and store name] I don't know what my hours are yet. But it's full-time.

If you're going to make a joke about sausages, I suggest you make it now.

[filter; mordred]
Alive still?

( leave me out with the waste, this is not what i do )

[ ooc: warning for some icky imagery ]

I got a phone call from my father. My mother broke her leg while they were on holiday in Australia. She'll be in hospital for a few more days but it delays their return home for at least six weeks.

[filter; private]

Of course I'm worried about her but - they waited four days before telling me. I know I wasn't an afterthought, if I was their only thought but I miss my mother (I miss Iseult of Ireland).

[filter; syrinx]
Castor and I have been thinking. When the weather is nice, how would a picnic sound? We can make sandwiches, have fresh fruit and everything.

[filter; pasithea]
We miss you. How might we fix this? Come over for dinner sometime. I promise we won't give you food poisoning. (After all, we have to keep ourselves fed.) You can bring your Hypnos as well.

[filter; theseus]
I'm going to crack your head open like an egg

[filter; mordred]
Father called this morning. He asked how you were, and I said dandy.

[filter; public]
Insert complaint about the weather here. Follow this up by a complaint about how work is taxing, but enjoyable. Finish it off with a generic comment about mazes here.

[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?

( tiny narrative. )

Oh... Oh my. Just - just brill.

[A peal of soft laughter.] That is the last time I'm burning my chicken. I shall enroll myself in a basic cooking course as soon as possible. [A humming sound, as if she's mulling it over briefly. Then a sigh.]

This probably will not end well.

[Filter: Heimdall]
[Filter: Mordred]

Thank you again for Saturday. The pancakes were as good as you said. And the ride was thrilling.

Do you think I could please [pause] give it another go?

[Their brief sojourn to the maze aside, Mordred had been floating through life in a sort of haze. While under usual circumstances that haze would be accompanied by the stale stench of booze and cigarettes, this time it was different - this time he was perfectly clear-headed, just operating on between two and four hours of sleep a day. Somewhere in there was the threshold between when the actual sleep stopped and the nightmares began.

He'd taken to staying cooped up in his condo, avoiding other people to the best of his abilities, and was currently on a conference call with his attorney in the process of working out details on his last will and testament. He couldn't live like this, not knowing that nothing he did could erase the nagging feeling that he should be dead. The knowledge that Merlin was here only increased his desire to rid himself of this mortal coil, the appearance of the druid fueling the paranoia that death had bestowed upon him.

He had to find a way to carry out his final wishes without anyone getting wise to what he intended, and that all began with systematically cutting himself off. From everyone.]

I'm looking to get rid of a few belongings. If anyone would like to assist me with that do let me know.

[Arthur had been quiet, and deliberately slow. When not caught up in the games of the mighty, he had escaped to England and spent a few weeks with his parents who were surprised but pleased to see him.

Arthur being Arthur, though, it wasn't in his nature to hide from problems for all that he yearned for peace and quiet. His sojourn in England hadn't solved any of his issues (and, oh, his issues wore such beautiful faces) and he returned to New York none the wiser.]

I'm back in Manhattan. I trust my absence wasn't any great inconvenience. Now, what and who have I missed?

[filter; polyxena]

Princess. I have been an utter boar and I'm sorry.

[filter; lancelot]

I think I am ready to talk now.

I am actually looking forward to class again and anything that doesn't result in broken nails and broken bones.

Tristan, it's been too long. May we meet?

And Uriel, too. I miss my brother and my parents are away traveling (yet again). I'm afraid you're the only family I have in this city.

Mordred. Mordred, are you well? Will you come see me?

And Helen. I want to go for a manicure. Scratch that. I want a full spa weekend. Can you make some time?

And everyone, everyone. It's so nice to have pavements beneath my feet again.

[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?

I'm getting so sick and tired of this. I have a life to deal with, I don't need be running around nowhere for who knows what reason. I need to bash something against a wall.

Who else is... here? Donovan, are you still alive? I don't know where this is, Google Maps isn't working and all I have is a compass. It's the 21st century, we have something called GPS.

It's wrong if a guy tries to impress you with a rumbling beast of a car, right? SOMEONE AGREE WITH ME BEFORE I DO SOMETHING STUPID I AM INFAMOUS FOR STUPID ACTIONS IT PURRS LIKE A GIANT TIGER DO TIGERS EVEN PURR THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT RAWR It is a beast. And sends this hot flash of excitement right through me

Anyway. Easter is right around the corner and I have a pile of cousins planning an egg hunt. I'm in charge of dyeing at least fifty eggs. Fifty. And they can't be the same. I guess they want everyone to be able to find these eggs but LORD ABOVE. The things I do for family.



HECTOR, TIME TO PROVE YOU'RE AN AWESOME BRO. MORDRED, YOU AS WELL. Aeneas, you are saved because you are going to help me look for bunnies as prizes. Yeah, the kids involved as responsible enough. The younger kids are going to get candy and toys. ...Galahad, do you want to dye eggs? Percy? Nimue? MORGAN? GAWAIN? ANYONE ELSE? HELP?

For the record, we'll probably not start until two or three days before. I think that's best? Maybe? Yes, it's fine to bail on me if you HAVE to. If. If.

So, I've been checking you people out. Mostly. And while Morpheus has a big mouth and my dad is special I'm sure most of you know who I am by now but hi. I'm Merlin or Liam.

[The days have been tolerable. Work a welcomed distraction, Syrinx and Aeneas' sister even more welcomed. His thirty-first birthday was approaching. Knowing more of his blood roamed the community, though, made him pray Antonin was not a Greek bastard. Not like Patroclus. God knew he needed to figure out how to deal with that matter still. Still, his cousin's face was a pleasing thing to see. Even if he wondered if the man would make anything of himself.

There had been no contact between himself and Polyxena.

He decided he would manage.]

[Filter: Mordred]

A drink some time. Up to you.

I just wish I could remember our sister but she's nothing more than a fuzzy image in our head. Is it the same for you?

[Filter: Public]

What's the saying, April showers bring May flowers? Isn't there more to that?

Cassandra~ we'll go shopping for all we need to replace sometime soon.

[Filter: Bastet, Isis, Ma'at & Nephthys]
My little cub has fallen ill! I think he caught the cold from a little friend of his. Send some love his way, okay?

[Filter: Cù Sìth]
HEY. YOUUU.

[Filter: Mordred]
Drinks, you and me! On the weeekend?

[Filter: Public]
I have an armadillo in my house. The cats don't know what to do with themselves. I haven't named him yet because if I have to get rid of him, it'll be SO HARD. He's CUUUTE.

I find myself in a rather interesting predicament of my own making, and I come here seeking some advice. As of tomorrow morning I'll be babysitting a lovely child, and I find myself at a loss for ideas on how to keep her entertained.

I suppose taking her to the parade and the park are both possibilities, however if anyone has suggestions or would like to assist me please do let me know.

[filter; private]
I suppose if all goes well I shall have to send mother flowers or something as a thanks for the distraction. Having Sophie around will be just the impetus I need to stop myself from drinking to keep the nightmares at bay, I would think.

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.

Aunt Regina. I believe I promised you afternoon tea. Pencil me in some day this week.

Helen. What the ever-living fuck am I supposed to say to you?

I should say that I was acting out of sorts but I think that would be a most profound lie. Everyone knows I'm a violent, unpleasant man. I will never say it with fucking flowers.

[Memory was a powerful thing.

Despite using copious amounts of alcohol to attempt to forget, the past two months were wearing on Mordred far more than he felt anyone had any right to know. Between knowing he shagged his half-brother to falling in love with Iseult, planning children and a future with her, fighting alongside Percival and Tristan, and finally down to being killed by Deiphobus, there were far too many things that even an orderly mind like his couldn't reconcile.

Daytime was filled with phantom pains from where a sword ran him through and nighttime was filled with fevered remembrances of a blonde-haired goddess among women writhing under his skillful touch - with thoughts like that plaguing his brain it was no wonder Mordred was imposing a willful insomnia on himself that was doing nothing to improve his attitude. Thoughts of what had and what could have been made him more irritable and surly than usual. Had he truly fell in love with his brothers' little piece on the side? Craved children and stability? These were questions he refused to entertain except in those moments of weakness he wished he never had.

There were very few people he hadn't snarled at in his more drunken moments, to the point where his mother had (politely, oh so politely) asked him to take his leave. The first thing he did upon making it home was to boot up his computer and stare at the screen. What to write...?]

Rumours of my demise... None of tha...

I believe there are a few people inquiring as to my whereabouts?