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paxnarrator ([info]paxnarrator) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2017-11-07 19:07:00

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Entry tags:apollo, ares, baron samedi, bastet, chernobog, coyote, event post, freyr, maman brigitte, marzanna, maui, raven, uke mochi, xochipilli

i hear the chauffeur comin' to my door
Who: EVERYONE.
What: The Pax Halloween Party, part two.
Where: Pax Letale apartment complex, rec room.
When: 10 p.m., Oct. 31.
Notes: Welcome to the main event, boils and ghouls! Check out the below text for information on what's happening to your character, and all the tasty treats that you can write against within this thread. Some general notes: creatures in this thread are NPC-able, which means you can feel free to take one and run with it. Even though your characters are gods, these are creatures from their or a respective pantheon, so this should be a fairly equivalent fight; if you wanna rough your character up, how much damage they sustain is totally up to you. When creatures are defeated, they don't die—they just vanish in a puff of smoke. Everyone's endgame is to get out of the room; once they do, vessels will regain control of their bodies. Vessels can see what's happening, but deities will be in control until they are out of the room. Please remember to mark where you are, at what time, and ask permission before entering a thread that already contains two or more people. If you have any questions about anything happening in this thread, please contact the mods.

For three blessedly normal hours, nothing seems to happen. Tension in the room withers, allowing Pax tenants an evening of regular Halloween shenanigans; after all, on all days of the year, if something were to happen, it would be on this night—right?

And you'd be correct. At precisely the stroke of 10 p.m., a stranger enters the rec room, making their way through the small crowd gathered within. He is oddly large; almost seven feet tall, and broad, too. He wears a long, Dracula-ish cape that hides the majority of his form; a wolf mask covers his face, but the main item that draws the attention of onlookers is a large sack slung over one shoulder. If anything, he looks a bit like Krampus arrived a month too early, sans a birch switch.

All noise in the room quiets, and the man is left to reach the pool table without interruption. He turns, setting the sack down on one corner, and eyes the room.

"I do hope you've enjoyed your time here," he starts, his voice deep, a little melodic, but overall dangerous. He looks out over all of the party attendees, the smile on his face growing wider as he notices each mask that the guests are wearing. "I have so enjoyed having you—well, some more than others. For instance, Cristobal Rodriguez, you certainly could have been more help. Among everyone I've had working for me..." The man shakes his head, tsking with his tongue. "But it doesn't matter now. You've all been here so long in my apartment complex, I think a good number of you have some idea of what's going on.

"But before you get ahead of yourselves," he starts, holding up a hand toward any who might interrupt him, "I would like to lay down a forewarning. I do not tolerate trespassers lightly, and those who would try to strike out against me...well."

Giant, hairy hands reach out and upend the sack, dumping a beaten and unconscious Brittany Bernard face up onto the table. For those worried, she is still breathing, but bruises and what looks like bloodstains on her workout clothes speak to a long, violent story.

The man grins at the reactions in the room. "You're all here for a purpose, and you'll leave when I say you can. And, with that... I think it's time we all got to know each other a little better." He reaches into his cape and withdraws what looks like a small button. His grin shows teeth—sharp teeth, inhuman, wolfish teeth. With one sharp movement of his thumb, he holds the button down and everyone in the room wearing a mask, feels an electric shock of pain.

All party attendees buckle to the floor—when they rise, they are not themselves. Their inner deities have re-sculpted their exterior flesh, with the exception of their Halloween costumes. What's more, the room around them has changed.

The snack table is now half-sunk in a pool of quicksand, an out-of-place palm tree dipping just over the edge as it sticks out of the wall; the sand reaches as far as the doorway to the pool, which is now an arch supported by marble columns. Little spirits known as Tipua start to embody what's left of the food and drink, hurling them around and at anyone nearby. The now-marble pool area continues on the ground outside, becoming steps leading into an inky darkness. Those who venture close realize that the pool now seems to house arms and faces, though they are not recognizable; the hands reach out, seeking to grab any who venture too close. What's more is that a huge gashadokuro is bent down, peering through the doorway into the party itself as a large, bony hand wraps around one marble column.

The other side of the rec room is awash in snow wrapped up in giant, gnarled tree-roots; the snow has overtaken the doorway, sealing all inside (except for any intrepid souls who can dig their way out). Also standing in the way of escape are five ahuizotl, burrowing out of the ground to snarl at any who approach. Frost edges their fur, their muscles rippling as they begin to surround Pax guests. Sparks shower down over near the pool table, molten gold turning to flame that burns and melts the edge of the snowy landscape nearby. From this corner emerges a giant horned serpent, who hisses and makes its way toward the man who started this all.

He throws a hand in front of his face, snarling back at the huge reptile, before he is forced out into the pool area and past the gashadokuro. The rest of you are left to fend for yourselves, and find some manner of escape...



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OPEN - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
[info]maxine_bastet
2017-11-14 09:29 pm UTC (link)
A dramatic change came over Max as soon as the stinging shock from her mask faded. The mask, her clothes, were now tangled uselessly on the floor about her and instead her new feline body was covered in velvety black fur. She was alert, poised to fight, looking around herself with wide golden eyes as all hell broke loose around her.

Her eyes focused on the food table, now sunk into the floor, and the little shades frolicing around it, throwing food and drink around in quick motions. The quicksand was a little daunting, but nothing Bast hadn't handled before.

Quickly, she pounced on one of the creatures, tackling it into one of the remaining pieces of meatloaf (pausing for a few seconds to take a few bites and lick the remains off her paws), only for it to flit away from her just as quickly. Again she leapt at another one, and another, hissing and growing at them and generally having a blast, smiling with glee on the inside and thinking she hadn't had this much fun in centuries.

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Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
[info]baronsamedi
2017-11-28 02:22 pm UTC (link)
Baron Samedi felt quite similarly. With a clanking of bones and a rustling of cloth he rose up from the floor. He looked down to his suit—one must always look one's best, even and especially when the world is falling apart around you—and assured himself that all was in order. That done, he turned to look for his bride, feeling her presence even before he laid eyes upon her. Satisfied she was safe, he made his way toward the black cat, drawn by the ferocity of her bloodlust.

"Any of that rum left?" he asked. His head canted to one side at an angle so sharp it seemed it might tumble from his shoulders. But not even his top hat was displaced, perched precariously as it was, staying steady enough that it seemed almost another limb on his lanky form. "I like a bit of rum before a fight..."

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Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
[info]cemani
2017-11-28 04:08 pm UTC (link)
Maman Brigitte's hand ran down the length of Samedi's arm as she appeared by his side, looking a little worse for the wear despite Mercy's well thought out costume. She grinned, the expression leering and emphasized by the thick, black stitches around her mouth.

"Mmmm, just the dregs, looks like," she replied, pointing to a tipua in the middle of the red punch bowl, splashing the contents around to all and sundry. She left Samedi's side to pluck up the bowl with both hands, dumping out the mischievous spirit without a second thought (it landed on its head, complaining audibly in a helium-esque voice) and brought it back over to her husband. "Only right you should finish what you started, hm?"

Maman glanced at Bast, winking. "You look like you've got those under control; not much of a match, is it?"

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Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
[info]maxine_bastet
2017-11-28 05:27 pm UTC (link)
Bast bared her teeth at them in the feline equivalent to a grin. "They're little more than playthings," she purred, her voice like velvet or rich dark chocolate. "Perhaps a more challenging opponent would be better," she suggested, leaping up onto an overturned table to be more on par with their height, looking around the room at the various battles going on and the destruction littering the previously well decorated room. She would follow them wherever they decided to go; they would be her ticket out of this mess.

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Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
[info]baronsamedi
2017-11-28 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Grasping the bowl in both skeletal hands, the Baron lifted it to his lips. The punch had become a vile concoction: a hint of rum, but more than its fair share of fur, food, and melting shards of ice. He drank it all down in the interests of whetting his whistle, preparing himself for whatever battle was to come.

"Stop fuckin' with the little things, then," he said. He nodded toward the massive gashadokuro's skull, currently clanking its ire at having been so unceremoniously separated from its body. It no longer had arms to grasp them with, and thick vines covered what remained of its other limbs, but its teeth were still large and sharp enough to be a problem. It was enough of a fight to be entertaining, and the odds were just unfair enough in his favor that the Baron could hardly resist.

"That looks fun," he said, and started over toward the skeleton.

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Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]cemani, 2017-11-28 06:53 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]maxine_bastet, 2017-11-29 02:35 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]baronsamedi, 2017-12-01 12:49 am UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]cemani, 2017-12-01 01:39 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]maxine_bastet, 2017-12-01 06:14 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]baronsamedi, 2017-12-02 02:30 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]cemani, 2017-12-03 04:09 am UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]maxine_bastet, 2017-12-03 08:45 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]baronsamedi, 2017-12-04 04:52 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]cemani, 2017-12-04 09:17 pm UTC
Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua - [info]maxine_bastet, 2017-12-04 10:36 pm UTC
Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
[info]xochipilli
2017-11-17 08:51 pm UTC (link)
Dancing had quickly told Gabe's body that he was too old for this much movement (with perhaps a small voice reminding him that he needed to exercise more often), but the sight of Rafe's smiling face and the general excitement of social permission to touch him in public simply by dint of what they were doing made it all worth while. The two had made many trips back and forth from the dance floor and the abysmally selected music to the snack table to replenish their fluids, and were in the midst of one such trek when the party's newest arrival made his dramatic debut. Gabe had clutched Rafe's hand, unsure of this new development's trajectory, but it that quickly became a moot point when he hit the floor and Xochipilli opened his eyes.

He would have risen to his feet, but it seemed the ground had other ideas. Added to that was the handful of something smacking him in the face as he blinked and pawed at his mask, trying to comprehend what was going on around him as the room erupted into a tightly wound chaos. The fine shoes on his feet quickly disappeared as the floor beneath him wobbled, and then slowly swallowed him. It quickly seemed like the better option was to not move at all, and he spied the familiar Freyr close to him. Xochipilli gently stretched out a hand, trying to maintain the delicate balance of where his form had fallen.

"Freyr, my friend, it seems we find ourselves in quite the predicament. And not even a fun one, this time."

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Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
[info]freyr
2017-11-17 09:38 pm UTC (link)
Freyr turned blinking, burnished eyes toward Xochipilli. The pain from that unexpected pulse of electricity was gone, but the shock of being forced to the foreground of his host's thoughts remained. He could feel Rafael somewhere buried deep within, stunned to silence, but watching still. For both their sakes, he had to act. He did not bother to rise from the floor. Instead he braced himself with one hand and reached out with the other, firmly grasping Xochipilli's hand in his own. But though he pulled, the earth beneath Xochipilli pulled back, and Freyr felt himself drawn toward the edge of the earthen pool.

"What is this?" Fear and frustration warred in his sun-gold eyes. He rose to his knees, still holding on to Xochipilli's hand. He huffed with exertion, every muscle taut and straining. Somewhere in the distance—from the pool and the creatures beyond—he heard a furious, feral growl. He did not turn to see its source, but the sound raised old memories he had hoped would stay tamped down. Freyr shuddered, and felt an echo of that fear in the vessel now imprisoned within him.

"Can you... can you feel the bottom? Put your feet down?"

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Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
[info]xochipilli
2017-11-18 02:36 am UTC (link)
Xochipilli gripped Freyr's hand with a fervor his face and voice were trying to belie. His free hand reached for his mask, and whatever was on it (revealed to apparently be some mixture of mashed avocado and a few other items that were not immediately identifiable in Xochipilli's currently worried state); he pulled both away, though streaks of green remained on his cheeks and chin. Following Freyr's advice, he tepidly allowed one foot to sink into the ground beneath him, toeing carefully for some level flooring.

There was none to be found. And what was more, once his foot was beneath the floor, the thing refused to give it back up. He grinned, the expression wavering between madness and fright, at Freyr. "I'm afraid that's a nonstarter, but I'm open to other suggestions. I'm a decent hand at swimming, but that's usually through water, not...whatever this is." His hand gripped Freyr's again, trying to maintain his hold even as he could feel himself sinking a little more with each passing moment.

"Perhaps...a rope, or...some other item that could remove me from this awkward situation?"

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Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
[info]freyr
2017-11-18 10:27 pm UTC (link)
Nodding, Freyr gave Xochipilli's hand another tight squeeze. "I will look," he said. "Stay still if you can. It seems that may help." Then he was off, clambering up from the floor, dodging flung food and fleeing guests as he searched for anything that might help. Finding no rope, he went so far as to consider his vessel's clothes: a strange costume of fabric and a small number of pins. But it soon became clear to him that, even if unwound, the tunic lacked enough fabric to make even a short rope. So he returned to the pool of liquid sand, increasingly frantic and trying not to show it.

Then he looked to the palm tree, already leaning precariously. He raised a hand to Xochipilli, a quickly upraised index finger to silently ask for patience. Then he moved behind the palm tree and quickly set to work. Things would have been quicker, he thought, if he had had his sword with him. But he had traded that away long ago, and now he was left to his own devices. He pressed his back to the wall. Fixed his sandaled feet against the tree trunk where it leaned outward. Then he pushed, his hands bracing against the wall, his weight thrust downward. The tree began to creak, slowly bending further down.

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Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
[info]xochipilli
2017-11-19 04:20 pm UTC (link)
The god stuck in the quicksand was doing his best to remain calm, even as he felt himself slowly slipping into the ground beneath him. Freyr offered some distraction as Xochipilli watched him consider options and try to find some resolution to the problem they were suddenly in. Suddenly, he was struck in the face with more of the guacamole, tittering laughter making the sting more emotional than physical. He moved a hand to wipe away the green, glancing back at the table with a frown, but the small spirits therein merely teased him with tongues and grins before readying a volley of chips to follow the dip.

Xochipilli ducked his head as much as he was able, feeling only a few sharp pricks as the projectiles found their target; one elbow accidentally sank into the quicksand, taking his arm nearly up to the shoulder. The leg he'd attempted to test for a bottom to the quicksand pit was also quickly disappearing, the other not too far behind.

"I hate to rush you," Xochipilli called out to Freyr, wincing as more chips were splattered against his face, "but I do believe we're running short of time!"

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Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-19 07:19 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-20 04:22 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-20 10:22 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-21 02:04 am UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-21 01:31 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-21 07:10 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-21 10:08 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-22 12:46 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-22 02:52 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-22 03:45 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]freyr, 2017-11-22 04:45 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-22 07:25 pm UTC
Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm - [info]xochipilli, 2017-11-22 07:25 pm UTC
Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors
[info]rosemary_thyme
2017-11-21 07:07 pm UTC (link)
When the man came into the room Alice, at first, did not notice him. But his booming voice made her and Lucas pause, causing them to look at him with a mixture of confusion and building distrust. When he produced the contents of his bag, Alice let out a panicked sound that seemed to echo across the room. But she had no time to react--which is exactly what she had wanted to do the moment she saw Brittany spilled onto the table--because all too suddenly she felt the same pain as everyone else in the room and found herself falling to her knees.

What happened next was something like a dream, but Alice knew well enough that wasn't the case. Her body moved, it got to its feet, but she had no control over it. Still wearing Alice's skin, Uke Mochi found herself in the room and surrounded by monsters and deities. She let out a breath and removed the mask strapped to Alice's face, letting it drop to the floor before she turned to her Alice's companion.

"Apollo, isn't it? I remember you from Alice's memories," she said quickly as the rising panic in the room also led to rising noise. "You don't know me," she spoke clearly over the noise as she shed Alice's form and seeds appeared, spreading over her body until she was nothing but a creature made of grain wearing a beaded dress. "But I'm Uke Mochi and I have to admit, Alice is going to want to get her friend to safety."

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Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors
[info]lucas_apollo
2017-11-21 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Lucas had tightened his hand around Alice's as soon as he saw Brittany on the pool table, knowing she would instinctively want to help her, but also not wanting to let her run towards that monster in front of them. He grit his teeth, eyes shooting daggers across the room as the man spoke.

Soon he found himself on his knees, in pain, but as the pain faded, so did his control over his own body. Again, he could feel Apollo there, in charge, moving his arms and his eyes, rising to his feet. This time, his skin shone with a noticeable golden glow, and while it could not be seen beneath his suit, he knew he had far more muscle than he had before. The air around him seemed to warm, as if they stood in direct sunlight, and in his hand a golden staff appeared, topped with the caduceus. A soon as he touched it, his sight seemed to sharpen. He glanced around the room and seemed to know the outcome of each battle, even before they began. Many would be injured tonight, but he would see to it that he and his companion would not be among them.

"Agreed," he said to Uke Mochi, watching Eris on the table with concern, "however, we will never reach herin time. Others will, and she will be rescued," he predicted, knowing this for certain. "We must escape, now, or we will suffer a far worse fate."

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Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors
[info]rosemary_thyme
2017-11-21 08:00 pm UTC (link)
The grain that outlined Uke Mochi's brow gathered together and seemed to furrow. She looked back at the woman on the table and seemed to sigh. "Eris is my friend as well. If only she'd wake..." she said, obviously being torn. But if she were honest with herself, she knew two very distinct things. Alice would want to rescue her friend, but Uke Mochi wanted to protect Alice. Without Alice, what would she be? Allowing the timid girl to get hurt was the last thing she wanted and honestly outweighed the desire to save Brittany.

After all, if Eris would simply wake up, she knew for sure that Eris would be able to handle herself.

Taking an uncertain eye off the woman and looking back at her companion, she nodded. "Yes then, let's go," But her words grew short as she looked around the room. "Although I'm not sure how we can leave. The exits, they're blocked." She pointed toward the pool. "We could go that way, gashadokuro won't harm me but..." she looked at the man. "He will grab hold of you and drain you of blood and Alice certainly would not want that."

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Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors
[info]lucas_apollo
2017-11-21 08:19 pm UTC (link)
Apollo grinned widely, definitely agreeing with her observation, but seeing that warning as more of a challenge. "Let him try," he said, expertly twirling his staff in front of him, as a weapon. "It's hard to lay hands on someone who can see the future," he reasoned, lofting one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her and then nodding towards the skeleton in the doorway.

The skeleton lunged at him as soon as he came within range, but Apollo moved with fluidity and grace, avoiding the swipes of bony hands, and deflecting others with the satisfying crack of his staff. The staff itself moved so fast it seemed to blur into a golden shield in front of him, clipping finger bones and several times catching the gashadokuro in the skull. All the while Apollo grinned with enjoyment and the rush of battle, keeping the whirling staff between the demon and them, so that Uke Mochi and he could make their way out onto the pool deck. Just as they did, he caught a glimpse of others rushing forward to tend to Eris, just as he said they would.

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Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors
[info]rosemary_thyme
2017-11-22 01:46 am UTC (link)
Uke Mochi didn't see Apollo's grace, her attention was indoors on Eris herself. To her relief, she saw others going to her aid. See? She'll be fine, she comforted Alice who she could feel in the back of her mind, or rather, in the back of Alice's own mind. "Now to get you to safety," Uke Mochi murmured to her host before turning back to the scene at hand. The gashadokuro, unsurprisingly, had no reaction to Uke Mochi's presence because she was, more or less, a dead thing just as it was so she moved about it with ease to arrive on Apollo's other side where she watched him fighting the creature.

"A bit of a show off, aren't you?" She commented after watching him fight the creature for a few moments. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at the man. "Aren't you concerned of hurting your host?"

She raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer, but felt the floor begin to shake. Turning, she found the large man who was with the group that had retrieved Eris and knew, in a way that she could only understand because he was a deity as well, that he had caused the ground to shake and...luckily enough...the snow to give way that covered the one door. "We should get our hosts out of here," she commented again at Apollo. "The one door is free, so long as we get past the other creatures."

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Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]lucas_apollo, 2017-11-22 06:42 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]rosemary_thyme, 2017-11-22 10:09 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]maxine_bastet, 2017-11-23 02:57 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]lucas_apollo, 2017-11-23 03:13 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]rosemary_thyme, 2017-11-27 12:38 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]lucas_apollo, 2017-11-27 06:47 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]rosemary_thyme, 2017-11-27 10:26 pm UTC
Re: Uke Mochi/Apollo, 10 pm, near the pool doors - [info]lucas_apollo, 2017-11-28 03:26 pm UTC
Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
[info]koliada
2017-11-22 12:59 pm UTC (link)
Alex had been leaning against the doorway to the pool area that was turned makeshift dance floor; she had to admit, despite the chlorinated smell, the colors reflecting off of the water had a nice ambiance. Now, if someone could just fix the terrible music...

She'd been waiting for Matt to return with some refueling food and drinks before deciding on what they'd do next (she'd been toying with the thought of ditching the party entirely and going upstairs—spiked punch was nice and all, but she had better accountrements in her apartment). Crossing her arms over her chest, her brow had furrowed a touch at the appearance of the strange, hulking mass of a man. When he spoke, a certain realization hit her, though she only had time to glance across the room to where Matt was lingering with another man in conversation, before the electric shock hit her and her body hit the floor.

Marzanna rose, seething. She did not care to be controlled thusly, but she would have little time to complain as a giant skeleton bent down to peer at her. The winter goddess frowned in its direction.

"I would not advise—" she had started to say, unable to finish her thought before a giant, groping skeletal hand reached out and wrapped around her.

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Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
[info]chernobog
2017-11-22 02:53 pm UTC (link)
Chernobog stood, as much as he could with feet made of smoke and sulfur, amongst the clothing of his mortal shell. He looked about him at the chaos that began and then to the man who had been standing by his side just previously who was now... a dog?

What was the phrase that his mortal shell said so often when he was a teen? Whatever. Yes. And in this case, with the dog beside him already rushing off elsewhere, it was a case of whatever because a voice was catching his attention much more than any of the other ones in the room.

"Marzanna," he sighed as his glowing eyes moved across the room and found his bride, his queen after so many years of searching in the hand of a large skeleton. Immediately, Chernobog fell apart and darted through the air until he gathered himself into his form in front of the skeleton's face.

"Let her go," Chernobog hissed, reaching for the skeleton and realizing he couldn't grab hold of him because there was no soul and he was not of his kind. He reached with his gifts and tried to draw the breath from the skeleton but there was none because its breath had already ceased.

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Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
[info]koliada
2017-11-22 03:40 pm UTC (link)
Marzanna's attention was fully in the grip of the gashadokuro as it lifted her from her spot. Frozen, white legs dangled uselessly as her hands clutched at the bones, pale hair falling over her face as she was jerked upward.

"This is a terrible idea," she cautioned again, but it seemed the skeleton either did not care or did not have the sentience to recognize her warnings. Chernobog's sudden appearance was a balm to her unbeating heart, but she spared her husband only a glance as her hands went fast to the skeleton's hand. Ice began to form around bone, covering it, seeping into the cracks and making it as brittle as she could manage.

She did not have time enough to complete the process; a wide, open mouth bore down on her, and Marzanna was forced to bring her hands up to hold it back. Ice started in around the thing's teeth, winding down her arms as she struggled to hold the gashadokuro at bay and save herself.

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Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
[info]chernobog
2017-11-22 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Chernobog made a guttural, angry sound with frustration as he tried all he might to stop the creature, to command it, but this dead being wasn't of his world and he could do nothing. But the ice his wife created that spread over the bones seemed to help... somewhat.

"Darling, you've got him," Chernobog said, moving to Marzanna's side. He was a proud being, one that did not admit to his failings...except with Marzanna. Sometimes. And in this case, despite his frustration, he realized that only she could save herself. "Do what I cannot, do it with twice the force. I haven't the gifts you do."

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Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
[info]koliada
2017-11-23 02:31 pm UTC (link)
The encouragement stilled her resolve; Marzanna redoubled her efforts, her own jaw clasped so tightly it felt as though it might become unhinged. Ice threaded through the skeleton's teeth, its jaw, and up into the cheekbones. Then, with a mighty thrust, she shattered the first few incisors that threatened her. Bone shards covered in ice few everywhere, raining over the ground below.

The gashadokuro was startled, and abruptly dropped its would-be meal. Marzanna fell to the ground in a heap; at least her dress was simple, and she kicked off Alex's much-beloved Choos in favor of bare feet.

"Chernobog?" She called out, looking for him. The gashadokuro was too busy examining its injury, but she knew it would not be long before anger replaced confusion and it came looking for her again.

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Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area - [info]chernobog, 2017-11-27 12:31 pm UTC
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Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
[info]thouros
2017-11-22 01:51 pm UTC (link)
A leaden weight had appeared in Daniel's gut the moment their host appeared. It did not ease at his words, or at the sight of the sack, and when BB's small shape tumbled out of it, that weight turned into a cramp twisting his guts. But before he could go to her a shock passed through his body, and immediately he fell to his knees. In that second, with that jolt, Daniel was thrust into the background, and Ares opened his black, flashing eyes.

He rose from the floor, his armor shaping itself around him. Their host was gone, fled past the rattling gashadokuro and into the courtyard beyond. Ares only had eyes for his sister, unconscious and stained, disconcertingly, with only her own blood. His jaw tightened. He looked to Maui at his side, recognizing him at once, and knowing him for the great help he could be. Though a menagerie of strange creatures closed in around them, he would not outright ask for help, but the look on his face said enough. Then he started off toward the pool table, crossing the room in long, hurried strides.

Raven swept after him, her wings beating the air with all the frustration her now-imprisoned vessel felt. She reached the pool table long before Ares, but could do nothing once there. Her clawed feet dug into the felt of the table, gouging deep marks as she croaked angrily at the smallest of their exotic attackers. The little tipua continued to fling food in their direction—in everyone's direction, really, though Raven did not concern herself with such details—and so she took off again, hooking one beast in her claws and pulling it untidily apart.

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Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
[info]manaiakalani
2017-11-22 03:08 pm UTC (link)
It took a moment for Maui to get fully to his feet. While the change had come rapidly, the yell of pain from his human Kal was still ripe in his throat. But Maui stood taller, broader, and with a covering of tattoos than his human counterpart.

Lifting manaiakalani in his hands and meeting Ares eyes, he gave a nod and followed the other god as they moved forward toward Eris but paused when he saw the familiar tipua only to grin. With a swing of manaiakalani, Maui sent one soaring across the room and into a wall. It was good to be back.

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Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
[info]coyoti
2017-11-22 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Coyote rose from the floor in Chris's stead; the man-like creature covered completely in fur but still standing on his own two legs was surely a sight, but somehow fit into the room of oddities already present. The man who had been next to him disappeared, quite literally, into a cloud of smoke, but Coyote did not have time to muse on this development; he started across the room, ducking as his sensitive nose alerted him to a tipua hurling a piece of feetloaf at his retreating form.

Raven's presence was a comfort, but his one true worry was how Ares's and Maui's vessels would react to the news so unceremoniously presented. It was a thought for another time; he could see Ares beating a path toward the young woman unconscious on the pool table, and he quickly aligned himself with that. It seemed a decent enough plan, aside from simply getting out.

At first, getting to the young woman would have been easy enough, had the giant, horned serpent that had been chasing their impromptu host out of the room had not turned about and decided to guard her instead, like a dragon hovering over its golden horde. Coyote grimaced, coming to a nearby stop beside the two he might have counted as friends; even with that uncertain, now was the better time to prove himself.

"Well, I've certainly never tangled with one of these before. Aren't mongooses supposed to be good with snakes?" He tried to joke, though he quickly sensed that such levity would not be welcome in this scenario. The giant serpent hissed, coiling around the table, and began to dive toward the first of the group.

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Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
[info]thouros
2017-11-22 05:06 pm UTC (link)
White-hot sparks flew up from the serpent's motion. They rained down on Ares' bare arms, stinging like shrapnel. He ignored them all. He threw his right arm upward; one of the creature's fangs skidded off its surface, leaving a bubbling line of venom in its wake. Ares struck out with his left hand, catching the great snake hard in its jaw. Something cracked and broke, but the serpent did not cease its forward motion. It lunged at Ares once more, at the last instant darting to one side. It moved to coil around him, to twist him up in its own length until it could attack him in earnest. Ares' heavy strikes never paused, never once hesitated. He struck at the snake as though he meant to punch through it, until his knuckles were raw and bloody from the cracked, chipping scales.

After dropping a second tipua from her grasp and watching it disappear into a satisfying puff of smoke, Raven wheeled again, turning to follow where Coyote had led. She was no mongoose, but there was something she could do. With an ear-piercing shriek she descended on the serpent's face, her hooked talons scratching at its eyes.

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Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
[info]manaiakalani
2017-11-22 10:06 pm UTC (link)
Maui spun manaiakalani around and gave it another swing, this time with the pointed hook lodging itself into the serpent's side. He laughed, enjoying the freedom and chaos of the fight, until he couldn't dislodge his hook.

Pushing his foot, that was now bare as his feet certainly did not fit the flimsy flip flops of his mortal shell, into the side of the serpent, he tugged at the hook and tried to free it. "Coyote!" He yelled to the newcomer. His mortal behalf was steaming with questions that only created rage toward the other deity's mortal part, but Maui pushed the mortal's voice aside and ignored it plainly. He had no qualms with the other god. "Get to the creature's jaw. Go from behind."


[ooc: I'll be awol until Friday or Saturday!! just FYI! happy turkey day!]

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Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]coyoti, 2017-11-23 02:36 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]thouros, 2017-11-23 03:21 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]manaiakalani, 2017-11-27 12:35 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]coyoti, 2017-11-27 02:38 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]thouros, 2017-11-27 03:22 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]manaiakalani, 2017-11-27 06:36 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]coyoti, 2017-11-27 06:54 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]thouros, 2017-11-27 08:12 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]manaiakalani, 2017-11-27 10:22 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]coyoti, 2017-11-27 10:54 pm UTC
Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m. - [info]coyoti, 2017-11-27 10:54 pm UTC


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