mythopoeics

[She'd been nearly mugged two nights ago while passing an alley. Nearly being the key term but Lilith knew how to bring a man down and this one would suffer more than just an assault. The moment his knees hit the concrete, her foot lashed out to connect where it would hurt the most (first his ribs, then his belly and, with the very tip of her pumps, between his legs).

Murder wouldn't do. She was a mortal being. Checking to be sure she had left nothing that could possibly come back to her, she had left the alley. Once home, she spent an hour in the shower (not the bath, not where she may stew in the filth washed off herself), biting at the soft pads of her fingertips. Loathing flooded her hard for the males in the city, in the community. Lucille's knock at the door jarred her from her bloody thoughts, finally forcing to her to leave the bathroom. The girl is used to her mother's mood enough to not question her.

A couple of days later she was still in a mood but had cooled down a few degrees.]

What do you think motivates a woman? I ask in general and for the majority but if you need a specific, then let's consider crime or betrayal. Because I've never met one fucking soul who was mugged by a woman. Is it different from a man's motivations? Which one usually is more honourable?

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.

[Filter: Galahad]

Could I see you one of these days? If and when you have time? No pressure. I just thought, perhaps, it might be nice. To talk once in a while.

Entirely up to you. It's fine if you are busy, really.

[Filter: Public]

I reaaaally want to go dancing. Someone please make plans with me!

AENEAS, THIS MEANS YOU, TOO.

I am just saying. No one ever said I had any fucking class. But I fucking love this city~

[filter; reza | visible to all blackwell women]

Caaaaaan we go punch Patrick now? I'll hold him down, you hit him with all your girly-strength.

The best musical moment in cartoon history. However, don't watch if you're afraid of clowns. I really need a gig or something to get me out of this apartment. Right now, I think I'd even take a semi-regular job. I should not have had enough time on my hands to actually seriously contemplate which video to choose.

I'm Jake. Some of you may know me as Apollo. Lazy ass musician and roommate to Gabe.

[Filter: Agravaine]

Yo.

[Filter: Dante]

Your sister requires you to stay with her and help with something.

[Filter: Blackwell family]

Keep this man far away from me and my children. He goes by Connor Waldgrave but he's Loki. Don't let him know where I live, details of my life - anything that could come back and bite me.

No, I'm not going to fucking go into details about what is going on. Just please fucking do it and don't ask stupid questions.

[Filter: Private]

I don't care if I'm betraying him, he's lost his goddamn mind and I will not let my children get involved in this.

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!

I find all the interesting places. I know some of you here, don't I?

Maddening, I have a favour to ask of you and you know how I fucking love being in your debt~

Fine, I'm alive. Happy? Yeah, I don't give a fuck.


Touch my ribs again and I'm shooting you.

[filter; samael]
Um Samael? I have something I should tell you, but it might be dangerous for me. But I should still tell you.

[filter; public]
I wish school was over now.

It's Friday the thirteenth. Now, I don't believe in any of that silly nonsense because I've always have had good Friday the thirteenths. However, it's always enjoyable watching the overly paranoid fuss and worry about the harmless day.

Who here gets their panties in a knot over a number and a day?

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

[filter; blackwells]
There's no time like the present, yeah? I don't think this is much of a secret, considered I've been outed. This reincarnation business isn't that new to me -- I've been through it twice before.

I'm Greek. Pan, to be precise.

[filter; public]
I'm playing at Birdland tomorrow at 7pm if anyone likes jazz. Full band and all that jazz.

After it all, I'm fucking glad to be out of there.

It's Easter. Brothers, I am going to St Thomas' on 5th. I fucking need something constant-

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.

I was told today that I should go suck a bag of dicks. I was curious to know what sort of dicks would be in that bag. Would they be healthy dicks, or diseased ones? A man should know what he's facing.

The name is Gavin, by the by.

[The past two months had been strange. At first she couldn't quite figure out why but it felt as if she had been living in a strange fog. Odd memories would reveal themselves, making her wonder if perhaps she was not losing herself. Much like how the men she used to prey during her finest days fell apart at her feet.

By mid-day, it cleared up for her and she recalled what had gone on. What she had done. But to tell all that she was around? No. That was not necessary. Let them believe she had never been around until now. Let them not even know she was Lilith. It was better this way.

Her lips absently brushed against her daughter's temple as she saw her off to visit a friend. She had not loved the girl immediately, not until the child proved herself to be something like herself. No, she had kept the girl for herself because of simple greed and selfishness. But Lucille had turned into a gem, a piece of her she wouldn't care to let go of.

Something that would live on when she died. Again.]

[Filter: Private]

If the world wants to make it easier for me to prey on men, very well. I'll go along with it for now.

[Filter: Public]

How cozy.

Though I'd care to know how I got added to a place like this.

[Things had not been going well for Eve. Between the random and unexpected return of her memories as well as the realization that Horus most likely had been caught and killed she had never felt more adrift than she did currently. With no word from Tristan either, things seemed bleak. Her brief conversation with Samael, while a welcome diversion, did not change the fact that she was currently hiding out in an inn on the outskirts of Ilium wondering if and when someone was coming to kill her for her participation in the revolt.

She had to take action, and fast. Ride to Camlann, perhaps, like she told Samael she would. The idea of putting him in a position where he might be forced to protect her was upsetting, but where else could she go? There was always the option of just going where the wind took her, but that was a daunting prospect. Still. She had to do something.

Approaching the innkeeper, she bartered with him to gain a horse in exchange for a bracelet that she dimly remembered getting as a gift. It's sentimental value was outweighed by necessity; the innkeepers' wife found it pretty and she wouldn't get far on foot even if she had a better chance of evading capture. Loading up her meager possessions, she wrote two quick notes, and was on her way.]

[Filter; Family (Gawain, Hathor, Patroclus, Tristan)]
Family, I am safe. Please do not try to find me. I apologize for any upset that I may have caused, but I agree with Tristan about the state of things.

[Filter; Samael]
Samael, I didn't want to mention it openly, as I didn't want to involve you, but I was a part of the revolt in Ilium. I know not whether there are still people looking for me due to my part in it, but I have acquired a horse and am intent on finding you. As I said earlier, if I do not make it then know that I tried, and that I would have enjoyed seeing Prince Samael in all his glory. Please know that I love you, inasmuch as I think I could. Stay safe, and feel better.

[Samael is a big man and a strong man and, despite Leukothoe's undoubted skills as an assassin, he survives.

When he opens his eyes, he thinks to tell the community of the strange dream he had in which he was a prince in a very foreign land who got stabbed for no good reason. When he opens his eyes, he sees that he's lying in a large four-poster bed, with a bandage wrapped around his torso.

He scrambles for his journal, which fucking exists, and, holy fuck, all the memories-]

WHAT THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?

[With great power, and height; with an imposing stature; with an arrogant nature; with all of these things comes complacency. Samael is stabbed. Samael is in shock. Samael cannot breathe and if he cannot breathe, he cannot talk. He cannot call for help. He cannot rage. He just about manages to drag himself to his journal, which is fortunately lying nearby. He has not the wherewithal to filter to the important parties but he needs get a message across. ]


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[filter; freyja]

Camlann is quiet without her. I do not like it. It's not even that she's a rowdy creature; she is as delicate and silent as becomes any princess.

Go on. Tell me that it is my fault. Tell me that you can kiss it better.

[filter; public]

F  U C    K   .

Talk of children, family, questions of a philosophical bent, and traveling seem to dominate these pages, and I can't help but wonder if perhaps I'm missing out on anything by not choosing to participate in these discussions. It seems I've kept to myself for far too long, which is something I simply must change.

I've already seen quite a few fascinating people around, now it's all a matter of making an effort, I suppose.

(ooc; now in the right comm, giving proof as to why updating after 3am is a bad idea)

I want to travel. Where is appealing at this time of year?

[filter; sisters]

What news of the boy king? Is he coming to claim our Polyxena? Shall we welcome him into our fold?

How lucky are we to have such an interesting system of communication! I admit, I've found myself fascinated by nearly everything people have written, but perhaps I'm just easily amused.

There are worse things in life~

Well.

Well.


It'll be interesting.

I offer my condolences to all those who have felt this loss in not only Glastheim, but across Zurvan. He will be in a more beautiful place now.

[She does not use the journals to convey her condolences but sends to Glastheim her written sympathies, most heartfelt and, of course, gently perfumed. Alongside them were a number of glass flowers, colourful and obviously capable of surviving the weather, and a healthy amount of tea (a suggestion of bringing them warmth and comfort). There would be a pipe somewhere in there with the finest of tobacco for Heimdall, too, something personal for the new ruler to use at his discretion.]

[Filter: Camlann Faction (highest ranks only)]

We have five birds. Two are smaller, one adopted by one larger bird and the same goes for the other. The childless bird, it's been watching, understand what these allegiances mean.

But what is this? One of the larger birds has smashed into glass. Tell me, my lovelies, do we nurture it and then send it along its way? We are already robbing it of its 'child', marrying it and forever linking ourselves to it. I have no mind made up about the matter, not with our good fortune thus far. I can easily strength ties and shatter them, depending on what would be best for us. I wish to hear you all out, understand where you stand right now.

And if you have not already, remember to send along your condolences to the new king and his family. Include some gift.

[Filter: Siblings]

I will not be available for dinner the next two nights, not with the work I must oversee with my advisers. But I will be at breakfast and lunch whenever possible.



[ooc: yes, highest ranks in this case being: region & faction leader, right-hand, diplomat and general]

[(is this thing on?) (flick to video feed) Zeus' expression is sombre and his tone is quiet and only those who know him can likely tell how angry he is, though the flickering of the video feed gives away a little of his state of mind]

This is not ideal, to say the least. I propose we gather together. Strength in numbers might not matter a damn but we all have our abilities, diluted and lessened though they are. I refuse to cower under a bed or hide at the end of a bottle. We're going to Dylan Thomas this bitch, you hear? Though the night may not be good, we'll not go gentle, either.

Blackwells. Maud and Milly. Dante. Reza. Gregory. My Katie. Olympians. Demi-gods. Heroes and beauties, children of mine. We'll not go gentle.

There are others here, I know. Different Pantheons. I do not see your kings here and perhaps therein lies your hope. Come now. Be strong. (Rage.)

To the lobby is the worst battle cry ever uttered but it's where I'll be.

It's been so long since I've felt like dancing that having the urge to do so now makes me incredibly happy.

I don't like hotels. I also don't like having my holiday plans disrupted. However, I'm discovering I do like having something non-lethal to shoot at people with. Approach at your own risk.

Blackwells, front and centre. I have paintball equipment and I'm not afraid to use it.

(There is no way out. Save yourselves, &c)

[filter; greek deities & their offspring]

I trust you are all healthy and safe. Pheme, I commend you on your pyjamas. If we are still here come Christmas Day, I propose we select the least mischievous floor and meet there.

(Or, perhaps the most mischievous, if my son Hermes has his way~?)

[ Waking up in a strange room was not precisely normal for Samael, in spite of his reputation. Waking up with his sister in a strange room was somewhat more normal so he allowed himself to take in his surroundings gradually without immediately jumping into fight-or-flight mode. (To be fair, for Samael, it tended to be fight-or-fight-harder mode).

This definitely wasn't Daphne's apartment and it wasn't Azazel's. The decor was classy and the neighborhood was quiet. Too quiet.

Samael was uneasy. He dipped his head to press a kiss to Daphne's shoulder and said, in a sing-song voice, "Reza. They're fucking with us again."

Reza groaned and propped one eye-open, "Well, they can fuck off until I've had a few more hours of sleep. I hope you're as bruised as I feel." Always such a charming girl, but she was content enough waking up with Dante's familiar body by her side. She would never really let him go, nor would she look kindly upon his other flings, but... well, she'd do what she'd have to. Even if it meant slitting throats along the way.

She even swatted Dante away a bit and rolled around the sheets, trying to make a bit more space for herself in the bed. He was rather big and she kept bumping limbs into him even when she wasn't planning on that. "Oh fucking hell, you're also fat." He wasn't, but this was Daphne, she'd find something insulting to spit out when she was being poked the wrong way. And being woken up was certainly on the list of being poked the wrong way.]

Emilia, I'm coming to you for Christmas. Y/Y? I'm bringing Gregory and Reza, whether they like it or not. I can't cook so I'm bringing alcohol.

On that note, what do all the little Blackwells want in their stockings? I know what I want~

My Christmas will go a little like this:
ONE. Midnight Mass
TWO. Home to investigate whether Gregory has been naughty or nice
TWO. Morning Mass
THREE. Emilia's for food
FOUR. Evensong
FIVE. And hopefully by then someone will have acquired the Doctor Who Christmas Special for me.

Eeeevey: ONE, TWO, FOUR?
Agrat, my own: New Year's Eve. I'm booking you for shenanigans of the highest order.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, and I've been baking Christmas cookies for most of the day. If anyone would like some do let me know.