mythopoeics

Everyone, I need your help -- especially yours, uncle CuCu! My uncle said I could get a puppy, but it can't be anything yappy! So I need help picking out the most awesomest puppy ever, okay?

I can't get anything that grows too big because we live in an apartment, and my future doggie needs to get along with little dorks like my cousin Charlie, okay?

[It was a job that required taking a life and burying the mess but someone had to do and Minos was more than happy to have been chosen (they knew this would be the case). And when the thrashing had been over and the body was being sealed up in cement, he found dissatisfaction settling in.

It has been too easy. The man had already given in to his fate, had quietly come along and shown no apprehension. There had been an irritating peace about him that made Minos' blood boil. He wasn't asking for hysterics or unmanly sobbing but fear from his targets. Fear said everything, it gave a man power, a sense of being respected in its own way. But there had been nothing here, not even after the brutal mess that had been made of the target.

He left them a message, straight from his black heart:

don't you dare send me to take care of such men again.

They would understand.]

People frustrate me more than they should.

You all should fix this immediately.

His name is Garm.

[ filter; norse ]
This is Hel. Hello.

The fuck's with boys playing knowledgable in this fucking place? Grow some balls and get off the internet.

In Europe till the 25th.

[From the moment she died things had changed, something inside of her had shifted and chipped away. It wasn't a quick awakening, but slow and drawn-out, painful like the water filling her lungs, choking her slowly - each breath a little shorter than the last. Agonizing torture until the miserable end. Sigyn wasn't unfamiliar with miserable endings and death, if anything she was painfully familiar with the concept.

That was why she wasn't - at first - panicked over dying. No, what caused her true pain was knowing she had messed up her vows.

That ring she'd brought back from Zurvan had not been given to her by Loki.]

[Filter: Loki]

Are you here?

[Filter: Norse]

I'm awake now, sorry I took so long. I don't really intend to make much conversation, please just tell me who is here.

Has anyone seen Loki?

There is little to say about today. The weather has been nice. I don't know what I'm supposed to say It has been quiet.

[Filter: Greeks]
Who is here?

I'm alive.



Let's not tell my dad, okay? Either one of them.

Here. There. It doesn't make much of a difference, does it? We are still us and we still have no control.

[Filter: Private]

ALL THE FUCKING BOOZE IN THE WORLD FOR ME. And that was my first day back. Now my head is raging at me. I cannot believed I was married to Jonathan, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?

WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE TO DEAL? If I want a husband, I'll get a husband. Do not give me husbands. Do not touch me. Do not have me have children that you will take away from me. What the fuck is their problem?

I'm going need more booze. I'm hellbent on destroying my liver right now. NO ONE CAN STOP ME.

[Filter: Public]

I haven't had a drink yet. Who wants to join me? I'm not leaving my place, though. Like hell I'm going to get hammered and then show the world that. I don't need to be mugged on top of everything else anyway.

[Filter: Norse + Aeneas]

Stay away from the Niflheimians unless you are one. I have long since ceased to trust them but I have no way out at this time. War comes in many shapes and forms but I took the best of warriors into my halls. Those who understood what it meant to fight and die in the glory of real battle. I wouldn't pick any of these people to sit in my halls and drink my beer.

This isn't war if you butcher those who can't even defend themselves. It isn't war if the other side didn't know it was coming. This filth they have dragged Niflheim through is crime. And if they do not even care about that, they are little more than thugs and barbarians who are not fit to viewed in pleasing light.

[Filter: Aeneas]

It was lovely, wasn't it? ♥

[Filter: Hector]

Do you think when I was queen that I would have allowed such needless tactics as the Niflheimians have? I worry for what may still come. I worry that no one will stop these dishonourable people. Even of those they slaughter do not truly exist, they are disgracing themselves with these moves. And they may kill those we know.

Guard yourself. Protect yourselves and do what you can for others, dearest man.

Someone had better explain why we are suddenly a host to soldiers who aren't behaving in a very soldier-like manner.

[Filter: Babylonians]

Those Niflheimians are unpredictable. Ally with the more powerful countries immediately. Corner and massacre them. If they are not whipped into obedience, we will be razed to the fucking ground. We need power and cunning.

We must do something now that something appears to be wrong with the soldiers. They don't quite seem drunk but they do appear drugged in some manner. This is luck and we must take advantage of it to show this world that we are not their doormat.

I HATE ALL YOUR MOTHERFUCKERS. Just so we have this out of the way AND WHERE IS MY GODDAMN HUSBAND THAT I DID NOT ASK FOR? ATHENA? ATHENA, WHERE ARE YOU?


Also, is my niece really dead? Fuck. Her parents are going to flip their shit. Maud, MAUD? WHERE ARE YOU? MAGICALLY HEAR ME, MAUD. MAUD. MAUD. MAUD. MAUD.

What, no, I haven't heard of the telephone, FUCK YOU.

[ Some days, the woman wondered what had possessed her to do something as stupid as marrying. Skadi hadn’t needed a man to keep her bed warm, hadn’t needed the financial stability which could have followed marriage. She was from a strong family, independent women raised to provide and fend for their own. Her sister, for example, was one of such breed, powerful as any Skadi would ever see.

Still, it was expected of the woman to marry and so she did; nodding to the social convention. And being one of five wasn’t as impossible to stand as one would think. It meant she had less time to be bothered by her husband while he fooled around with one of the others. Gave her a wide berth to do as she wished, when she wished; to raise their girl like she had been raised. It also meant she had to return home eventually, place her weapons to the side, laugh at the shocked look of the other wives when they noticed the blood splatters on her - otherwise - immaculate clothing.

Some days, Skadi knew. If it had been anyone weaker than Minos, she would have killed him after the first night. She wondered if he knew that. ]

I'm home.

[Filter: Skadi]

Mother, may I have a moment of your time?

[Filter: Public]

What things in Camelot are worth doing during a short visit?

[Filter: Private]

I love sentencing people. Especially when I can get away with severe punishments and no one's the wiser. Loopholes exist for men like me.

[Filter: Public]

I feel like success sometimes comes to easy to some. The same with power. There isn't enough earning of it anymore. Too many youthful, hopeful faces where older and wiser individuals for me. I'm not even sexist to presume a older man would be better than an older woman. I hate everyone equally.

Times are changing. Feh.

[The following is visible for a short period of time, from around 1AM to 8AM, as she later gets up and realizes that drunk!posts are ridiculous and damaging to her image. She's never been known to make good decisions while inebriated -- not that she can actually remember Dionysus and his date rape at this point in time.

Yet that she got this drunk in the first place is a point of wonder. There can be no doubt that the events of the day (or, to the more particular, the day before) have shaken her to the core.]

I t never
gets easy ;.ad

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sorrryy

[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

[She'd seen the list, knew who would battling for the most part. No, Loki's name did not pass her by but her lips tightened over the sight of that once comforting name. Angrboda did not release grudges as if they were nothing, allowing them to fester inside of her. This was who she had been long ago and remained.

Whether the same could be said of Loki...

No. She wouldn't entertain the name or person longer than she had. Her mind moved on to the other things, other people.]

So tomorrow begins a world of pain for more than just the gladiators.

[Filter: Blackwells]

If any of you fighting die, I will find a way to get you and make you hurt for it.

[Filter: Agravaine]

I'm fighting twins and should make jokes about nailing them. Fighting your brother, huh?

[Filter: Blackwells]

Well, I know this whole thing is just... peachy.

I don't think I've been this pleased about watching men and women tear one another apart in some time. And look at some of those matches. As if someone knew how special some of you are to the other.

Give me a good fucking show, each and every one of you. How, I wish I was the one holding the decision, I wish I could damn you all, hold your endings in my hands. I would bring you to you knees and make you tremble for my my judgment.

Children, we will attend them all.

I know what Khaos is capable of. We've all witnessed it. But this is something else.

[filter; andromache]
Are you alright?

[filter; true family]
Tell me where all of you are. Aeneas, I know you're with me.

I'm going to kill that bitch. I seriously fucking am.

[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.

[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.

[ filter; emilia lol because we must ]

Aren't you going to tell me not to rip his heart out?

[Filter: Skadi]

Do I get your eternal love if I tell you Loki's in town? Say yes, darling stepmother. ♥ You know how I hoard love and affection.

So you know, this was reported to me by Heimdall who got it from Sigyn. I don't know who Sigyn is and he hasn't figure out who Loki is yet but I thought you should know~

[filter; mordred]
Look, I'm not good at this shit. All I want to say is I'm glad you're my brother. Don't do anything stupid.

[filter; daphne]
I'm this close to killing Gaheris, or whoever the fuck he is. Drinks on me tomorrow, and I don't give a shit if it's almost the middle of the week.

[filter; public]
My younger brother popped in today, since apparently there's not enough fucking crime in Burlington to keep him busy.

I don't know what you're all complaining about, because in my flat, things are pretty pantastic fantastic.

[For Pheme, waking up on the morning of the 25th to discover that she had the abilities of her goddess self back was like a dream come true. The wings were fun, but what she was really thrilled about was the fact that she could hear everything. No matter which way she turned her head, the conversations of everyone around her could be heard as though they were sitting in her bedroom telling her these things herself. Once she walked outside, her wings disappeared along with her stellar hearing, but that didn't bother her since she knew that once she got home she'd be her old self again.

By the time Saturday morning rolled around, she'd had enough. Switching on the voice function on her computer, a very tired-sounding Pheme took to the airwaves.]

Okay, seriously? Y'all need to shut the fuck up. I'm so sick and tired of hearin' everythin'. It was fun at first, but now I just wanna sleep....

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


Touch my ribs again and I'm shooting you.

I just touched down in New York. Charming place, I must say. But not ten minutes on the road, and another taxi hurtles right toward mine. Fortunate that my driver had the good sense to swerve at the last moment. There are unbecoming dents on both vehicles, of course, but we're most pleased to be walking off with all our limbs intact.

Anyway, this community is rather persistent with its invites, isn't it? Quite troublesome, really, but I'll bite. There are more than a few beautifully familiar faces, after all. Why would I bother denying myself your wonderful company?

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.

[ there's a ton of work to be caught on, whoever took her place wasn't nearly as vicious as she should have been and there's a cop in an undisclosed location. Obviously, Skadi is incredibly pleased with her return.

Actually, she is. No more reporting to Patrick. That was possibly a blow to her ego. Unfortunately, it also meant dealing with brother-in-law's death; someone who she wasn't particularly close to but still. Grief in the family usually spread. And if Skadi understands something, it's grief and its consequences. ]

[ filter; emilia ]

I've arranged for your kids to go to the movies and dinner out. You'll be taking one afternoon off.

[ / ]

Happy fucking return.

And what's with Spring coming around the corner.

Well. That was fun.

It's a shame we couldn't stay longer. I enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed watching Glastheim burn to the ground while the people puked their guts out.

[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.

[Zeus has lived many lives. None shall ever equal his first life; his true self. He has always endured, believing fervently that he will be restored to his former glory (that he will restore himself). His death in Zurvan wasn't the most painful death he has experienced but it might be one of the most unnatural. It was not a death that took. It disgusts him that nothing is sacred, not even death. Not even the long, cold sleep.

When he is returned to New York, he learns that his business ventures have proceeded unimpeded. That he has hired and fired two personal assistants. The latest, number three, wears too-short skirts and he fires her, too, having had his way with her over his desk.

It is too easy for him to sleep into his old ways of want-and-take-and-have. These first few days, he is purely selfish. He lives for the sake of living and for the sake of feeling. Nails scraping down his back, rough callused hands, drinking champagne from clever mouths. He needs these things to restore himself. He is a careful man, as a rule, but there are precautions not taken; he is the Father of Gods and Men. What is another bastard child or two?

Finally, emerging from some kind of cocoon of slumber and beautiful women, in a penthouse suite in Boston, he showers and he returns to New York. He is Zeus. He will not be beaten by a fake death (though all the subsequent little deaths have not helped in the least.)

It is time for bravado. It is time to wear the face of Zeus and the substance of Zeus will surely seep back into his veins. He will not be overcome.]

Family, family. It was just a flesh wound.

[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

[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?

[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?

You got to be fucking kidding me.

[Zeus has been quiet lately because - well. To say that Zeus is not well is like saying that it gets a little cold in Glastheim. His physicians do not give him much time. More than hours but probably not days.

And, so, he's been closeted in his offices, avoiding everyone but his closest administrative staff, ensuring that everything - the line of succession, his will, every state secret - is in order. The time has come now, though, to let his family and his faction know.

His penmanship is as firm as ever. It is not the writing of a dying man. He is dying, though, and he's not so arrogant as to believe that everyone will mourn him.]

[filter; angrboda]

Yes, I have been avoiding you. Yes, it has been cowardly of me. We have a situation. I have no doubt that black will suit you, my dear.

My physicians tell me that I have been poisoned. One of them theorises that it is from the Glasthein water supply. Whatever the case, I do not have much longer.

[filter; right hand, diplomat, general; visible to angrboda]

It appears that I am dying and soon. Poison which, I am told, is a woman's weapon. Speak to the healers for details. Support my son.

[filter; hypnos]

My son. I'd hoped to spare you this for a few more years at least but you will be ascending to the throne of Svarga imminently. I am dying. It seems that this year is the year for regicide. Be careful what you drink.

Come and see me this afternoon.

[filter; sigyn]

My darling girl. I miss you already. I hope that you shall not miss me even more. I would travel to tell you if I could but I do not have the luxury of time. I am dying - poison. I gather it will get much worse before the end. Please know that you have always made me proud.

[filter; artemis, hebe]

Daughters. There is no easy way to tell you this and I am sorry that it comes at such a time of turmoil. I have been poisoned and am likely to be dead within days, if not sooner. You will be taken care of, I promise. Be happy, my girls. You have a proud father.

[filter; pestilence]

If you can, come to Svarga. I may be dead before you arrive. I have been poisoned but speak with my healers when you are come. Perhaps you can help them uncover the truth of the matter.

Do not limit yourself, my son. You are destined for great things.

[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?

[Filter: Heimdall & Gwynevere]

I've spoken to Skadi on the matter of moles in Svarga. I've informed her we are fond of her, her Glasthein blood important to us and that she still matters. She didn't like the idea of our planting a mole but...ah. I'll copy what she said:

"With me leading this. I choose the mole, reports will be sent to both regions, unaltered and identical. You trust me not to withold information."

I find this acceptable. If we are to be trusted, we must give trust. Whether or not we personally like this doesn't matter. It will develop into a strong bond in the long run, deepening the relationship between the two regions until we have less trouble with them. Skadi, unlike a full-blooded Svargan, would be a good place to start with bonds like this in Svarga as well. We can branch out from her later to others.

I realize your goal is to find the killer but we must also look ahead toward Glastheim's future and not just its past.

Consider it and let me know soon.

[edited in later] [Filter: Skadi]

They have approved.

[Filter: Skadi]

A word if I may. It's a matter of business. Glasthein diplomat to Svargan right hand and all that entertaining business.

Actually, I'd prefer face-to-face for the topic but that can't be had, can it? No time to waste and all that. Hmm. But this won't be so bad.

Waiting now.

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?

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

Weddings, whoop-dee-doo. There is no possible way that I could care less than I already do. I don't know what it is about the whole general idea of ceremony, but I've never been a fan. I didn't even bother sailing anywhere to see who was coming and going. The weather is too damn cold in some places anyway. How does anyone from Svarga manage to not shrivel up and die in Glastheim?

I do need something to do though. Idleness isn't good for me.

I'm staying until the weekend. The time until and immediately after couldn't be considered time off for anyone. And I'm really damned sick of treating everyone with velvet gloves.

Kid, warn if you want to leave earlier. I'll prepare you an escort.