Tweak

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Tweak says, ""Arg, me harties.""

paxnarrator (paxnarrator) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-31 00:01:00

Entry tags:

amun, aphrodite, ares, changing woman, coyote, eris, harmonia, isis, jormungandr, mania, morrigan, mut, osiris, raijin, raven, urdr

Who: OPEN
What: The Halloween party continues, now with far more elaborate costumes...
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 9 p.m. until
Warnings: Just assume this one's going to get naughty.
Notes: This is the transformation post! Again, subject line denotes location. Go shed those mortal skins!

As it had been with Pax Letale, so it was with its tenants: The shift from mundane to immortal was somehow creeping but immediate, passing almost beneath notice until the change was complete. Clothing faded rather than being shed; some deities remained in their humans' attire, some wore their old familiar kit, but all were utterly changed. The DJ played on, bartenders and waitstaff wound through the crowd, guests from outside the strange apartment danced and talked and flirted still with the partners who had brought them, all of them oblivious to the inhuman nature of the beings beside them. But for the residents of Pax, everything was about to change.

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

jormungandr
2010-11-16 01:10 pm UTC (link)

He wondered at the family she claimed, though in some respects it sounded not so different from his own. His own uncle had cast him into the oceans; his siblings and father had ignored him, seemingly apathetic to the rift of distance his exile drove between them. That this might be a game was not an altogether outlandish possibility. Perhaps, he allowed. He raised himself up beneath her hand, finding he rather liked the feel of her hand on his scales. Are there others like us here? He tipped his head, feeling the pads of her fingers slide over him. It seems I sense others; I feel them. Perhaps my own kin.

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

pax_vobis
2010-11-16 04:29 pm UTC (link)

"I, too, feel others, though you are the first I have met." The conversation intrigued her, but the texture of his skin under her fingers, rough and smooth by turns, soothed Harmonia in a way few would understand even if she deigned to explain. "There are some who are familiar to me and many who are not." She made a soft humming sound as she reached outside herself to more thoroughly investigate the spiritual landscape. "This building is full of ones such as you and I: out of time and out of place. Would you be glad to see family members?"

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

jormungandr
2010-11-16 04:32 pm UTC (link)

It was a difficult question; Jörmungandr realized that too much went into its answer to respond hastily. He felt some stirring of emotion as he pondered the question, but it seemed distant, experienced so long ago it now felt like it belonged to someone else. His sides rose and fell with a deep, slow breath.

Perhaps, he said again. His head turned beneath her hand, his tongue darting out, exploring the air around her. It felt tense, fraught with energy he only vaguely understood. Who would you be glad to see?

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

pax_vobis
2010-11-16 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Kadmos, she thought again, and her hand tightened on him for the barest fraction of a second. Her husband, though, had been mortal, and those she felt around her now were not. Harmonia knew she was going to have to accept that their separation was permanent and her loss was final. Curiously, she felt an echo of empathy from the presence she understood was Brighid, and Harmonia wondered what the girl had been through to stir such emotion. It was something she would linger over at a later time. Now, the goddess shook her head to clear it and focused on the question Jörmungandr had posed.

"My father, the god of war." She stroked him once more in a gentle apology, then dropped her hand in her lap. "And my mother, though if they are together in this place, it may be some time before they separate enough for a reunion with others."

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

jormungandr
2010-11-16 07:00 pm UTC (link)

He pulled away as her hand withdrew, settling back onto the floor in a tight coil. His green eyes watched her closely, reading in her expression and poise the signs of a sort of tension and sorrow he could identify, but to which he could not fully relate. Some degree of discomfort seemed to wane as she discussed her parents, and her thinly veiled reference to their feelings for each other seemed almost an attempt at humor. For a moment, Jörmungandr seemed to smile. They like one another, he observed. That is good, I assume. Do you think they are here? He raised his head, as if seeking out some spiritual signature hidden in the air, some hint of who these other presences were, or had been. I should not keep you, if you wish to look for them.

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