mythopoeics

[ filter; family, angels & coworkers ]
I'm flying into Athens tomorrow at 1:30 EET. The flight leaves at 6:35 today from JFK. If any of you plan to come, I'll purchase your ticket. If not, I will meet up with you eventually.

[ filter; troilus ]
I will be an email away, if you need me.

Hm.

[Filter: Angels (fallen or otherwise)]
Fine. I give in...
This is not because of caring...

Rosier. That is what you were wanting. Now you have it.

[Filter: Persephone...Hypnos added in later]
Try to avoid getting hurt.

[ It had been a long time since Uriel had been legitimately overwhelmed with something. Often his calm outlook on life won out, allowing him to face all manners of situations with a clear head: Rome, Zurvan. He could distance himself from them, believe that all of what was happening was part of a greater plan. All obstacles could be surpassed, and he had thus lived through those.

But a mental asylum was not the same. It was something too real, something that hit far too close to home, that the longer he remained in that bare room, the more his chest ached. Lucia was in a place like this. She, too, was kept away, though not against her will, for her own safety. For the first time, he wondered: was this how she felt, trapped, confined? How lonely did she get, if at all? Upon his visits, she never spoke of emotions, only experiences. How she missed him, thought of him. Now, months too late, he wished he'd asked.

Never would he question God's plans, but sitting upon the floor, back pressed into the wall and notebook balanced on his lap, he silently prayed. For answers, for a why to explain how he, he who was loyal and faithful, was being forced to endure this of all things. It was too personal. Too painful. His heart, heavy in his chest, felt ready to implode on itself.

He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply.

Father, give me the strength of heart to see this through. ]

AGAIN?! UGH! What is this? Also, these dresses are faaaabulous but the way people are treating me, is not. Look, people. I may have girl bits, but I will still set them on fire. I don't think they've realized that yet. Also, I was outside. I CAN USE MY OUTSIDE VOICE OUTSIDE! What is this shenanigans?

[Filter: Angels]
ROLL CALL! ARE WE ALL ALIVE?

Fairy business aside...I found this hilarious youtube video. Why did no one tell me about these literal video version things? These are the best.

I think the best and most relevant part to my whole life is "What the effing crap, that angel guy just felt me up." Hahahaha. I'm sorry. I have to go die now. Die from laughing. I can't stop and the younger ones are staring at me funny.

Do you guys still celebrate birthdays? Mortal birthdays I mean. Since some of us weren't exactly born.

Mine's in a couple of weeks and I don't know if I should celebrate. I like parties though.

I cannot wait for Halloween. IT IS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE FOR ME TO GO TRICK-OR-TREATING AGAIN! AWESOME!

Also I woke up to children in my bed today because "It's warmer in your bed." I think this is because I have so many blankets. Maybe I need to put more blankets in their room...only it was kind of adorable...so I'm torn.

[Filter: Samyaza]
Want to come with us? Think of how cute their little costumes will be. I'll wear something suitably awesome.

[Filter: Angels]
I'm pretty sure we could stand to have a totally awesome angel dinner party sometime...soonish. Whenever. I need an excuse to see all of your beautiful faces all at the same time and I'm pretty sure this is the best excuse!

I was at the Farmer's Market today, one of the last ones of the year I'm sure, and I was thinking about how lovely it would be to have a dinner party. Then I realized that I don't know many people here anymore because of all the different situations we've all had to deal with, and that made me a bit sad.

I'd still like to have a dinner party or even a potluck gathering of some sort, and since I need to widen my social circle a bit I figure I'd extend the offer to anyone interested. For those who don't know, my given name is Genevieve Jones, but I was better known as Eve, and it would be my pleasure to make the acquaintance of most anyone interested in getting to know and enjoying some delightful food with me.

If you're interested, let me know when would be best for you. Also, if you have any dietary restrictions it would be good for me to be aware of those as well, just in case.

[Filter: Archangels]

Is this thing on? I thought I'd see if anyone can read this.

[ 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.

[Released, he is unwilling to go home, unwilling to deal with the problems likely to be cast his way through work or other directions. His head is spinning and restless and it's been advised he take some time off until he is settled again.

He takes it without much protest and arranges his ticket back to Moscow. Then he deals with everything else.]

[Filter: Aeneas & Uriel]

Say nothing of whatever the official story is, please. Say nothing at all if you can help it. I'll be in Moscow until I'm ready to return to work. I'll still be here if I am needed. Or by phone. Whatever suits.

Be well, brothers of mine. In one way or another, you know you are that to me.

[Filter: Trojan Family]

Don't worry if you don't see me for a while. I need time away. It'll be good for me to go home to Russia. I'm used to dying, I suppose. There are other things that have made this harder. A wife, a child, Apollo for a brother. How I cared for him. So much. I'm nauseated at this stab toward me. ...and perhaps I lied. Perhaps dying again isn't so fucking easy to deal with.

Take care of yourselves. And if Paris or Helenus show up in the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you could hit them for me.

[Filter: Zurvan Family]

I
I don't know what to even say right now. Perhaps another time.

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?

[ filter; death ]
You aren't still with child, are you?

[ filter; gabija ]
Are you feeling better?

Home sweet awkward home. SAMYAZA! I woke up to the sounds of crying only to fall right out of my bed...and realize that I'm in my house in New York again, which left me a little confused...because I didn't LEAVE with any small children that are young enough to cry. LONG STORY SHORT, I HAVE NEW SIBLINGS THAT I AM PRETTY SURE I DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE BUT I HAVE APPARENTLY HAD FOR A WHILE AND IF YOU CAN GUESS THEIR NAMES, I'LL GIVE YOU...umm...A GOLD STAR!

FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS! On that note, I'm raiding the wine. I think I both need and deserve it.

[ 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 ]

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.

[Private]
I'm not freaking out. I'm not. I'm totally not freaking out right now. No, indeed. Oh, jesus fuck. I'm married...with CHILDREN. Which...well, that's not the disconcerting part, is it, Gabija? No. No, it isn't. The disconcerting part is who I married. Oh goodness. At least here I'm not insanely younger.

For fuck's sake. I'm married to an angel. Which would probably be praise if he ever saw this. Because he's secretly a demon...and a brat. And somehow this doesn't bother me. Dammit.

[Public]
My head hurts. Also...what the fucking fuck hell is going on right now? I need cupcakes. Fuujin, you can help me eat them...only I don't know where you are

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

I think I ate too many cupcakes. Ow, my stomach. I think I'm going to be sick

If I die, please bury me with cupcakes...even though they've betrayed me.

[Filter: Private]

No one should be sick this long. Something is very much not right.

[Filter: Uriel]

I wanted to write 'cough cough' but I'm not coughing, I'm sore, headache-y and nauseous still, doctor. Diagnose me and then cure me. No one should have to look at their bedroom ceiling for this long. Unless they are a sex slave but one would presume they would be flipped once in a while on to their knees. Or be put up by their wrists. Or against the wall.

Yes, you may ignore everything after the third sentence.

[Filter: Hades]

If I die, I am going to haunt you. Without provocation, of course. You are free, however, to give me a reason.

[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 hate July. Corpses start to stink much faster in July. Therefore, people should do their best not to die until winter, since that makes my life easier.

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?

[Uriel had been in an off mood all day, and coming home to Death, he'd been drained beyond measure. Earlier that morning, a patient had died on his table, having bled for profusely that it would've been impossible to save her. Her name had been Elizabeth -- a rather pretty name, he thought later -- and he'd been the one to contact her family.

And so he came home to his wife with hands so clean, it was as if he hadn't dealt with death mere hours ago. The death of a patient was never easy. But Uriel knew better than to take it personally. If the Maker took, then there was nothing he could do, yet still it bothered him so. Not enough to speak about it, but enough to allow his mood to suffer for it.

Still awake and unable to sleep, he would consult his journal for a second opinion.]

[filtered away from death, in-laws, and all family]
How is one meant to deal with the death of a patient?

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?

[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.

[ filter; elaine ]

My mother is.

You see.

You know Aphrodite?

...

If I mention I'm injured, maybe.

Remember how I said my mother hadn't arrived yet? Surprise.

[ / ]


Never thought I'd say this but I just want to get back to work.

( i'll get you yet, my pretty )

[Filter: Tristan]

I am deeply sorry for what transpired and what I did. Are you well?

[Filter: Angels + Léonore]

When everyone's fully recovered, it might be a great time to have that dinner.

[Filter: Public]

For the next week, d'Orsay'll have free rounds for everyone here. Though you'll probably have to ask for me (Ed). Pretty difficult to tell your staff to go pro bono on reincarnates only.

[Filter: ALL Angels]

Alive. Sorry for not saying anything earlier. It's been ... a rough couple of days. Don't want to talk about it. Not now. Just need to spend a few days in a church, wondering what our Father is doing while we're being

[Filter: Uriel]

You're ok?

[Filter: Gabija]

Don't tell me you came and saw that. Your brother should have told you to stay home during the games.

[filter; samyaza]
Brother, are you in a hospital?

[filter; elaine]
I was never able to give my condolences for your son's death. But if he's returned, then I'm glad.

[ filter; apollo ]
Why did you do it?
Why did you make us
Are you home yet?

[ filter; calliope ]
She didn't watch did she?

[ filter; angels ]
I'm sorry
Everyone alright and accounted for?

[ filter; war ]
Are you alright?

[ filter; public ]
Well this is new; I've never been a zombie before.

Apparently the hospital staff frowns upon patients trying to insistently check themselves out in a stupor. Needless to say I'm well rested now although my side and gut still feel as though they've been split open, and pretty sure I've eaten my weight in blue jello.

Lena I'm sorry for falling into that candy striper, and knocking over a gurney... and anything else any damages I may have caused the hospital. Thank you for having them sedate me

Drained was how Uriel felt as he left the sunlit arena behind him and entered the dark corridors where the other gladiators waited for their chance in the spotlight. Some of them greeted him with encouragement, but everything went through one ear and out the other. The archangel wasn't listening, not to them.

Samyaza was dead by his hand. Would Father even forgive him for that? These circumstances had been forced on them, but they'd had the opportunity to forfeit, even if it meant death by another. At least they wouldn't be facing each other. Now his brother was dead, and it didn't matter if death was temporary or not.

He nearly walked right past Barachiel on his way to a place where he could pray in silence.

For a moment, Barachiel hesitated. But, of all the archangels, this was his realm - to face people's sins, in all their horrifying glory, and in spite of them reach out and forgive. To spread God's love and forgiveness, to let all His creations know that all was not lost, would never be lost, for everything was possible through Him and in Him.

So, without any regard at all for the blood and sweat that coated his brother's skin, Barachiel reached out and drew Uriel into a brotherly hug. "It wasn't your fault," he said into Uriel's ear. "He sees and forgives."

In his dazed stupor, Uriel only recognized his brother when he spoke, the voice shaking him from his thoughts of Samyaza's bleeding form. He rested his hand on Barachiel's upper back.

"I know," he murmured, hoping with all that remained of his might that he meant it, too.

Barachiel withdrew, an arm still remaining around his brother. His heart bled for Uriel, even as he realized he would soon be facing the same fate.

But this was their burden to carry. They had to persist even under the machinations of this false goddess and her cohorts. Their comfort would be found in shared prayer, matching pairs of skinned knees and trembling fists.

His will be done.

[So his opponent would be an archangel. And not just any but Uriel. How the hell was he going to manage to make sure all would end well with this? No, it wasn't his responsibility but he wanted to try. For the Grigori, for the archangels that were around.

For him and and even their Father. He was the infamous rebel, a being that enjoyed triggering a little chaos now and then but chaos had come and some order would do.]

[Filter: Uriel]

Whatever happens, I will never hold it against you, brother. I know you're a man who fights clean and well. I rather it be you than anyone else anyway. It might be better this way if I fall.

Note the 'if'. I do have my pride. ♥ God help us, please.

[Filter: Private]

Maybe if I pray hard enough, this time He will hear-

[Filter: Lancelot]

Mother is now my sister. Percival is- well-

Father.

[Filter: Morgause]

Mom? - Mo- Lady-

[Filter: Mordred]

Do you know how disturbing it is that you own me- I think your current wife is a-

[Filter: Elaine]

If I ask you to go away that makes me a poor son but I-

[Filter: Public]

That is some nice weather we're having.

It appears I'm a gladiator as well. I have a wife.

Never ever in a million years let me make jokes about getting pregnant.

Because there's a kid next to my bed sleeping. It He has my eyes. Really. Blue and wide. And did I mention there's a man on my bed? Naked, by the way. Is anyone noticing I'm currently freaking out? No? Someone give me back my days as Second.

I could enjoy this a bit more if people weren't telling me I'm a gladiator.

But it's home.

[Once, it had been easy to look his sister in the face. But after having faced her during that week knowing that it wasn't her, that it was all a fantasy of an ideal world in which she was back to her former sweet self, it was hard to even glance at the framed pictures lining his shelves. It seemed impossible to admit there was nothing to do for her, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn't believed it for years.

Lucia would never be the same, and there was nothing Uriel could do. His fingers itched for a cigarette, but instead of giving into the craving, he tossed the whole packet into the trash.]

[filter; private]
If ever I needed you more, it's now, Father.

[filter; archangels]
I feel as though in these difficult times, we should come together more often. If you would all like, I could arrange a dinner at my apartment. If you don't mind the presence of my greyhound.

[filter; diva & eve]
How have you been doing?

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!

[Work had devoured him for over a month. The two months he had spent away with some shadow of himself in his place didn't mean he felt entirely familiar with how things had gone. He had played catch-up silently, claiming he had been overworked and needed to adjust himself for the upcoming months.

And then the new game began to ruin his hard work. The-One-That-Got-Away showed on the morning of the twenty-fifth, apologetic and as beautiful as he remembered her. Golden-skinned and artfully twisted dark hair, a sultry voice to make a man drop to his knees (and he had - long ago). At first, he tried to throw her out (or, rather, off the balcony) but she couldn't seem to leave. So he cast her into a spare bedroom and locked it, heading to work immediately. There he saw the posts of confusion and realization struck. He came home and sent Maeve out, telling her to go stay with his twin a while.

It was the twenty-seventh's afternoon and he'd just now freed himself from the bedroom.]

[Filter: Archangels & Grigori (minus Samael)]

I think I have a problem.

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?

It's nice being back in the city after spending so much time away. I'll admit, I had my reasons for not being around, but I missed the hustle and bustle. It's also good to be working again, and I'm thrilled that the weather is getting nicer so that Nora and I can spend time outside.

Uriel, thank you again for coming with me last Wednesday. I appreciated it.

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

[filter; eve]
It occurs to me that we missed your mother's service because of the maze. I'd like to pay my respects if that would be possible.

[filter; angels]
You are all well?

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.

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-

( fly away from here )

[There was something very ominous about many of Uriel's surroundings, he'd come to realize during his time with Azazel. From the trees to the vines hanging off them to the bushes littering the ground, nothing seemed safe. Even the paths could very easily be dangerous. Uriel chalked it up to being far too used to abnormal things happening once they were anywhere but New York.

It was by a particularly ominous raspberry bush (or so he thought; he wasn't aware if they were edible or not) that he heard the crunch of leaves. Turning cautiously, expecting it to be Azazel creeping up on him, he saw nothing.

From behind a hand clamped over his throat, and all was black from there.]

[Humanity was an interesting thing. The life of an archangel was far different compared to the life of a human down below, and now Uriel had the opportunity to experience the life of what he'd protected once before. But dealing with being human was something else entirely. Stress in particular settled right into his bones and made concentrating a feat and a half, and so he'd resorted to cigarettes ever since becoming a cop.

But maybe it was time for some change. Maybe it was time to stop relying on the cigarettes to deal with his deep-seated issues and his day-to-day problems. Rather than lighting up his cigarette, he tucked it back inside the carton and tossed the thing onto the couch.

For another day.]

[Filter: Iseult]
My apartment is open to you when you need it. If you find yourself needing me for any reason, I'm a phonecall away.

[Filter: Troilus and Aeneas]
Where does one start when they want to quit smoking?