mythopoeics

[Filter: NO KHAOS OR HER PEEPS but everyone else's ok]

ALL THOSE GOING TO CHINA, COME HERE.

Not that I'm organizing because AHAHAH. Heee. But I want to know if we can all get a flight together! And safety in numbers, right? And if this all goes well, that would be pretty super!

[ filter; arthurians, raven & hyacinth ]
I'm going. I don't even know how much we can trust this woman, but if this is our chance to get rid of Khaos once and for all, I'm in.

It was karma that he would end up like this. If Isolde of Breton had killed herself over what he had done to her, he liked to believe that it could have pierced through the haze the potion created over him. Such a terrible thing, though, for something like that to work on him but that is what had apparently happened now. He'd seen the photos of his late wife and everything about her screamed 'Isolde'. Not the blonde beauty from Ireland but his wife from so long ago.

Tristan knew that if he had been himself, he could have tried to love her. He knew that she should have been the only woman for him, not the woman meant for his uncle. Not a girl that he had been forced to love but a woman he chose for himself. Some part of him had been affected by the tale created here, had cracked open in him what he tried to keep sealed up. A real depression was pulling him under and though he disapproved of everything happening, would not allow himself killed by these so-called people, he couldn't help but think something like this was meant to happen.

He wanted to see her, still. Wanted to take a hold of her and plead on his knees for a chance to redeem himself. Only her forgiveness meant anything. For that, he would do what he had to live.

[Filter: Private]

No more games, Khaos? That's almost merciful but always suspicious. I won't say this out loud in case you are plotting, though. I don't want to be blamed for bad luck.

Also, that's not a good way to turn thirty-eight. Ah. I'll be getting a call soon enough from my mother, expecting an update on my so-called love life. This won't go well, knowing that no woman would be happy with me while I have so much to get off my chest. Whether it's one Iseult or another, they both need to be handled somehow. And one of them, she deserves more attention than the other.

I'll never be guilt-free but I can try my damned best.

[Filter: Public]

Although I don't think I have time for camping like the lady below (though I understand she wouldn't mind companions, if anyone is interested), it seems I will be made to drive up to New England next week with my boss. Apparently, he's craving some down time from giving people hairy eyeballs and stabbing people in the back of the knee with his cane. Nothing like viewing the early fall while working, I suppose?

Sometimes, I do miss the old days.

I'll be spending tomorrow camping up in Finger Lakes National Forest, where I plan on celebrating the Autumnal Equinox. I'd invite anyone interested to come along, but I'm not certain how much fun one might have if they're not open-minded or willing to indulge in a little dancing around a fire. Nakedly.

Regardless of whether I'm alone or with others, I know I'll have an enjoyable time communing with nature.

[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!

I've been accused of working far too much and speaking far too little. This means I haven't been keeping contact as well as I should. Hopefully nothing incredibly damaging happened while I was busy?

And I could definitely use something to eat. When was the last time?

I ended up smashing my wristwatch during quite a fantastic moment of my trying to catch my balance. Even ended up on my rear at the bottom of the steps. Don't worry, Marshal, it's not old age but rather being human. ♥ But I had a laugh out of it even if I'm still a tad sore.

[Filter: Private]

These days, I half-wish I had a good reason to go to Babylon. At least then, I wouldn't look like I'm just there to listen to a woman perform the loveliest of songs. I'm almost sure this makes me hopeless. ...Tristan, you're thirty-eight. This definitely makes you hopeless.

[text to anthony]

Where

When he wakes and finds himself in hospital, he isn't relieved. Instead, he is bothered. A man had to take his life, his wife is alive and had watched him die - again. And now he's back and would have to find a way to deal with either leaving his work or finding a way to keep it while working on how to earn Isolde's forgiveness. If that was even possible.

His phone isn't far from him and it's picked up. The messages are skimmed through until he finds a couple from the other men in Isolde's grandfather's employ. He gathered from the sympathies that apparently he was in because he'd had a nasty fall, impaling his shoulder on something when he came down.

Those are all ignored as he continues to look through his phone until he comes to 'Bianca Moretti'. A part of him itches to call her, to tell her where he was and that they had to talk. Another part didn't want to deal with something that had no chance of getting better or worse if the made was made.

In the end, he says nothing to anyone. The phone is set aside and he closes his eyes to sleep again.

I am so sick of being so helpless.

[filter; private]

he's here he's here he's here no no no he can't be here

i need anthony where is his name i need him now





i am so afraid

[filter; anthony]

Why wh

Why isn't

Why isn't your name on the announcement? Have they - have they let you off the hook? Please please please let it be that.

[Filter: Private]

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Hm. After what happened...

[Filter: Bianca]

What would you like to do tomorrow?

[Filter: Public]

I never see this much worry over Father's Day. It's always over Mother's Day.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all. I'm just more or less amused at the anxiety, fear and/or love combined before the big day.

( I wanna wish you away (I wanna kiss you away) )

Backdated: April 25th

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).

I'm pregnant.






I'm kidding, darlings. But who of you had the beginnings of a heart attack and who thought 'oh that poor unborn child'? I always like to know what to count with.

Sorry for the disappearence act. Then again, we need to use phones far more.

What did I miss?

So. I uhm. Hi. I'm Bianca. So.

What am I doing here? I mean, obviously I know that I'm typing and blabbering and -- Okay. Are there certain qualifications or something for being invited into this community? The email really didn't give me much explanation, so, yeah.

Ehrm, thanks!jdkls;aFDSAI COULD'VE SWORN THAT DOOR WAS OPEN

And after everything that's happened over the past few months, this is somehow the least surprising of all. My divorce came through this morning. I didn't contest it.

There'll be a further custody hearing this month but, to be honest, I can't contest that, either. It's not fair to drag two children into this mess of a life I lead.

I hope you all have an enjoyable Easter, if you celebrate it at this time (I shall follow in a week) but, for now, it's back unto the breach. Being on call is never quiet but at least I can do some good, I guess.

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; sigyn & zeus]
I am sorry to hear about Lena. Katherine, I apologize for becoming separated.

[filter; tristan]
I count five of them. They appear to have no names, however.

[filter; public]
We are not dogs to be hunted.

Tristan of Cornwall, you can run but know that none of you can leave here, no matter what you try. You all have given us many headaches so consider this stress-relief. [Especially Kala, but there was no need to say that, not then, not in public. Some troubles did not need to casually aired.]

Run as far as you can. Know that no matter where you go, you will be found. You will be taken. And it may not even be by us.

Still. I plan on getting the highest count. So make the chase good for me. If you do, glory awaits you as my prizes.

He'd be in the middle of work when he had been taken. His first fear was that it was false world again, that he and Gawain were done for now. But the surroundings sank in and he realized it was a different kind of game now. Not that it made the matter more pleasant.

Not that what was about to happen was going to improve his health. Arrows whizzed by his head and he dove to get close to the ground. Feeling for whatever was on him (a compass, a knife and a phone), he cursed his lurk and tried to listen for steps. An unmistakable crunch of a branch toward his left came and he was up, running for shelter. Something slipped past his head, encouraging his speed. The next one that slit through his pant leg and through flesh encouraged prayer.

I will not be hunted. I am no fucking prey. Flashes of being pursed by Queen Helen's men hit him, inspiring and pushing him. And by the time he was somewhere southwest of the maze (he didn't even know there were two sides to the damn thing), the once-knight realized he'd lost his hunter. But this wasn't good. Especially not for many of the less capable around (he couldn't phrase it any better than that right then).

Tristan of Cornwall was going to need to do some serious knight work. After the blood stopped running so freely from his body.

I was fortunate to escape this mysterious curse that had been set upon you all, but I am curious -- is this the first time it has happened?

There's nothing like getting woken up by gunshots coming from the neighbors' house early in the morning, then having to spend the crux of the day at the police station reiterating that you neither heard nor saw anything. I suppose the excitement was nice, though.

Speaking of excitement, another Friday night passed, another failed attempt at a blind date. At this rate I'd be best off going back home and seeing if any of my cousins know someone worthwhile.

Well, things could be going better. But it's not that frequent, at least for me. Do have an abundant amount of papayas, though. If someone wants some, tell me. It's a bit...silly.

But are most of us doing alright?

[Filter: Zurvan family]

Please tell me if you're well. I'd like to know.

I'm ... doing as well as can be expected. Nothing missing or that can't be handled. I pray.

[Filter: Iseult]

I know you were Mordred's bride. I'm just now catching up on all that happened after the revolt. Even what happened during.

Are you well?

There are a lot of you I need to see, because I have a lot of things to say, and I don't know where to start. Words have never been my thing.

[filter; galahad]
Galahad?

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

( i'll be the one to lead us all )

[filter; iseult]
No matter what, sister, stay as far away from the palace as possible. And do not speak to Mordred.

[ ooc: all set sometime after this! ]

[filter; private]
Something is not right.

[filter; ilium nobles & queen helen]
There is a general unrest in the town. What is the meaning of it?

[Filter: Ilium Revolution group]

We all want the same thing: justice for the voices that go unheard. Help for the working class, those who support this region and struggle every day because the upper classes do not offer enough aid. Many are forced to first beg before anything is possibly given and that isn't right. Whether a nobleman or a peasant, help should never be granted when you are at the end of your rope and must also sacrifice your pride just for coin or a bit of food.

I know there is unrest and I know that things can go wrong in the next few days. In the very case things get out of control, please see my sister for how to get out of the city and then Ilium. I pray it we do not end up having to use force I pray so hard that things can be peaceful but we must be prepared for anything.

Just keep yourselves safe, my friends. Keep yourselves armed as well.



[ooc: this filter is for anyone part of this and those Tristan has spoken to or involved (Eve, Percival, Modred, Horus, etc). if you want to be included, just nudge me on the post so we know! and also whether your character will be caught or escape.]

He was stressed. Sleep wasn't coming to him easily, not when he worried about how things would go for Percival and Echo, for all the common folk. For Patroclus and Eve who were his half-siblings, siblings not born within wedlock but loved so fiercely. Guarded so fiercely. Even for landowners and nobles like Horus who appeared to be a likely ally.

But Tristan did not utter a word to offer any idea of his secret intentions, at least not to someone who he could not trust. He blamed his fatigue on work and left it there, trying not to think about what was said behind his back. He'd even once (God forgive him) said he had been thinking of his wife too often. Damaris would forgive him for using her, wouldn't she? Wouldn't she understand that he couldn't have this go wrong? That it was that important?

Understand now, dear heart. Forgive me, please, he prayed, clutching a chain in his coat pocket, something that once had been hers. Be my shield.

Yet, in the presence of Gawain or Daphne, he had allowed some of his guard down but made no mentions of names or exact thoughts or even plans. He just confessed as much as he would allow himself, that he was working on things for the common people, that he would like to see improvement. That wouldn't it be lovely if people had access to better medical care and support when they were down on their luck. That the queen wouldn't mind when he presented the plans, not the way he had in mind. And then he would trail off, distracted.

Maybe one day when it was over, he would see Uriel and confess everything. The man seemed ideal for confessions.

[filtered to tristan and echo]
This morning our dog snarled at me, and so I tied him to the nearest tree to our home. He doesn't usually behave this way. Can he sense or see something that I can't?

[filter; public]
The waves and wind are stronger than usual today. I'd recommend anyone who decided on a swim today to abandon your plans.

There's something about spending my time chasing my nephews and their pets that makes me happy, but I have yet to put my finger on what it is. I'm not sure if it's because their laughter makes me feel like laughing, or because I just enjoy spending time with them, but I know that I'll be quite sad if the day ever comes when they don't want to spend time with their 'favorite' auntie.

I'm so thankful that my brother and his lovely wife never seem to mind my tagging along on their journeys.

[Filter; Private]
I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling very alone. I know I have my family along with Hathor and my little nephews Luca, Mishka, and Sasha, but I feel like something is missing. I find myself watching Patroclus and Hathor and envying what they have with each other, and try as I might to deny it I want that kind of connection with someone. I'm just not sure I'll ever be able to find it, as it takes a lot to make me want to give anyone a second look. It's a bit embarrassing as well, since I don't really know who to talk to about these things.

Oh well.

We are nearly in Ilium. Roll out the red carpet.

(The boys have been so well-behaved on this journey, and my girls and the cats, too.)

Who in their right minds brings children down to the training grounds? I thought it was so obvious, I didn't even think in bashing it into the new soldiers. Obviously, I was wrong. Some parents shouldn't be allowed to breed educate anything.


It seems I'm stuck babysitting. While the father is occupied.

Things are going well. My brother and I have a dog now, Wuffles, and he's very smart. He likes to follow me around when I'm doing chores, and he barks to let me know when people are coming my way. I gave him a bath and got him a bow, but I don't think he likes it.

I've been trying to see if anyone in town needs someone to write, and a shopkeeper said he would keep me in mind. That made me happy. Maybe soon I can have a job like my brother, so we can both help each other.

I got to watch the sunrise this morning, something I haven't done in a while. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it being, and I wish I had either the words or skill to somehow paint a picture of everything I saw. The miracle of nature will never fail to amaze me.

There's been a lot going on lately! I envy the people who got to go to that wedding and do all sorts of traveling. Must be nice... My brother and I mostly keep to ourselves but I know he works hard for both of us. I do what I can, but I'm not sure what I'd do if anything happened to him...

[Filter: Deiphobus]

So after that dreadfully boring wedding, I feel in need of some real entertainment. Assuming you can handle that, darling. ♥

[Filter: Gwen]

Lovely to see you as always, I'd wish you luck but we both know I wouldn't mean it~

I'm sure it'll be just fine.

[Filter: Ilium]

Darlings, this is your queen speaking. She is happy to be home and bids you all a loving~ and caring~ greeting.

Tristan could have left with all the other nobles and fine figures if he had truly wished to witness what had all the makings of a disaster (poor Svargan princess, poor Glasthein king). But with many important figures going out of Ilium, this was a golden chance to try to work on seeking out those of a lower class. Understanding what to address, how to slowly (but surely) improve the conditions. To close gaps and let their opinions be heard.

He had always known of the attitude Ilium had against those they looked down upon. The fat cats, ignoring that it was those among the lower classes who produced the beautiful things they owned, the things they ate. He knew that there were good men as well, such as his brother, who would not damn an individual due to the circumstances of their birth. After all, did they not have half-siblings they embraced so fully?

As if that itself wasn't a topic of gossip at times. His wife, though as sweet as could be and perfectly polite, had peered at him once in a while as if he wasn't normal. As if his ways weren't very out of place and he knew they were. Once and only once they had touched the topic and it had ended in a rare argument when he pointed out their love match was just as odd.

But she was dead and past arguments could not be taken back. Tristan only had his career now and he intended to do good. And sometimes he did wonder what Queen Helen would think of a revolution. He didn't care for it but if conditions persisted, that could be what she would have to deal with.

She simply wouldn't have her right-hand man at her side.

Waves are powerful. Waves against rocks are even worse, and loud. They're the true monsters of the sea. Nature's lions.

What do I use to get myself to sleep? I might begin to babble at this rate, as much as one can on paper.

It's funny, I've finally gotten a rare moment to myself so that I could jot down some thoughts, and I can't think of a thing worth writing. Isn't that always the case?

Matters of politics tend to fly over my head unless I am being paid to be involved but I do not like that sorrow is in the air.

My services are, of course, available to the highest bidder. My name is Patroclus and -



-

and that was my son, Sasha. Excuse me for a moment.

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.

Melancholy bores me but I love a good intrigue.

---

[ooc: again, your eyes do not deceive. time for the return of a favourite pb - jamie dornan]

We should have seen this coming. We really should.

Alright then. I was on the second floor but I'm in the lobby now. Elevators appear safe enough. The Christmas tree here is lovely but I'm pretty sure there is something in it. Maybe more than one something.

I'm not counting on mercy but it would be nice to be out of here before Christmas. If we aren't, let's make the best of things, shall we?

Well, I suppose it's back to England for me.

Anyone else flying home?

All this talk of Christmas. I've decided not to return to England for it (much to my mother's dismay). Who else of my acquaintance is staying in New York for the day itself?

(Lancelot, I would offer your pub as a prime location for festivity if it was not overstepping some bound or other.)


[ooc: no, your eyes don't deceive you. arthur has been returned to his pb of yore (hugh dancy)]