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| Escape of the Damned; a.k.a. Tearing the Fabric of Time and Space | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 23 2017, 08:42 PM (182 Views) | |
| Wolfie | May 23 2017, 08:42 PM Post #1 |
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"Quiet down class, quiet down," the tall, skinny man pushed his glasses up his nose as his other hand erased the chalk board, "come on, I know we're all fidgeting after that test but we still have more information to go over for the essay section tomorrow. Remember to read chapters sixty through eighty five to double check all your information and also remember that the next person to suggest that the Virgin Mary was also Mary Magdalene is going to get an extra ten points taken off their essay. If anyone is able to eloquently illustrate the division of specific sects of Christianity, they might get a grade bump but I'm warning you, any tropes or cliches or assumptions without provable sources are liable to take more points off." He turned around, straightening up his desk and looking up at the raised hand in the front row. Oh, this trouble maker again - Edgar Lemon. "Professor, why are you so hard on us?" he asked, as always with the same hint of annoyance and entitlement. "This is supposed to be an easy course! What makes you an authority on it?" "Mr. Lemon, I have been studying various religions since I was roughly six years old and I've written no less than thirty papers on the beginnings of the schism that lead to the Protestant emergence and also the aftereffects of the Spanish Inquisition. I haven't spent the last four years re-writing the coursework for people to sleep through the class and get easy points." He straightened up, brushing chalk dust off of his hands. "If I could fathom the intricacies of the various points of the early Dynasties of Egypt, including the shift in the worship of their gods, at the age of twelve, I'm sure you can figure out why the notion of Mary the Mother and Mary the Whore only continue to push the Madonna/Whore complex of the West in this modern era." "You act like you lived it," Lemon shot back irritably. "You're not even thirty!" The God of Records, having lived on Earth for at least ten years now in a human form, smiled thinly and looked at the slightly younger man after tipping his glasses down. "Well, for all this research I've done, I feel as though the Gods themselves could be my close friends for as much as I've learned about them!" The class laughed, making Edgar shrink into his desk. "No harm done, Mr. Lemon. If you want, we can talk about this after class. Understanding the complexities presented before you in this class could help you unravel issues you uncover as you go forward in your major." ----- Thomas Southam hadn't had a wink of sleep in almost a month. Between grading finals, proofreading thesis after thesis for grad students, travel for lectures from one college to the next, Tom scarcely had time to slow down. He supposed that in a way he was grateful for the fact that he wasn't quite the average man, and that sleep was less of a necessity than it was for most. However, as he settled down for sleep at last in his Harvard office - it was three in the morning, he had a class at eight, it would take him longer to drive home and sleep and get up and get ready again than it would for him to just hunker down here. As always, he fired off an apology to his wife, Tina - Up late grading, looks good for most of the students, going to pass out in my office til seven and I promise I'll be home tomorrow night for dinner. Let me know how Toby does with the soccer tournament tomorrow. I love you. - before settling down, pulling his blazer over his torso for a makeshift blanket and closing his blue-green eyes. He was a little too tall for this to be a comfortable setup, and he could feel his long brown hair getting caught under his shoulder, but he needed sleep... just a few hours... just- Fire. Smoke. Screams. Tom stood in the wreckage of the university he taught at, staring up at the massive schisms and rips in the sky above. Though the sky over earth was dark, the light beaming down through the gaps was bright, painful daylight and it made no sense, why- what happened-?! One of the old trees near him was snapped in half as a body slammed into it, a massive figure that towered over the willowy frame of the professor. A body that rippled with sheer muscle and fury reached for the man, a snarl sending a horrified shake down his spine. He blinked and the man was gone, replaced by a tall, pale shape in white robes with long, long white hair with eyes wrapped over by bandages stained with age and blood. "It has been a long, long time, scribe of the Nile." "Who are-" A shadow flashed in front of him and he flinched, covering his eyes. When he lowered his arms, he stood in front of the scales of the underworld, still in his own clothes and baffled. A woman with short black hair and amber eyes appeared before him, tears streaking down her face as her hand dropped a bloodied heart on the scale. The smooth skin of her cheeks changed to sleek black fur and he flinched away as she hissed at him, shoving the scale aside and leaping at him. Another blink and the scenery changed, this time he stood before a familiar house in a small desert town. It wasn't as dilapidated as he knew it should be - they'd all left it behind years ago - and he tensed up as the front door slowly opened inward. A shorter but no less slim man stepped out, a cane tapping against the wood of the porch as pale eyes regarded Tom. His suit was black, as was his hair, but color seemed to leech out of his surroundings; what plants lived near the house began to wither and die. "Perhaps now we can be better acquainted. It is a shame, all of this around us." "What do you- What the hell is this!?" Tom grabbed his neck, feeling an absurd itch and he gasped as he felt feathers growing out of his neck. Shit, shit, he was in public, he couldn't-! "Don't worry, pretty bird, you're gonna be jusssst fine~" Two hands grabbed his neck- Tom practically fell out of his seat, cold sweat running down his face as he panted for breath and grabbed his throat. He panicked, for a moment still feeling feathers growing from his skin... but as he glanced in the window, the dim reflection showed that he was still himself. He sat down again and pulled a desk drawer open, picking up his eyeglasses case and opening it. Inside, a slip of fabric - frayed but no less damaged than it had ever been - lay neatly folded inside and he pulled it out, unfolding it and scrutinizing it furiously. No rips. No tears. He settled back in his desk, fidgeting and nervously twisting the fabric around his fingers. As he did, it turned faintly black, with soft specks of what seemed to be light shining through. "..." No matter what he told himself, he couldn't put the images out of his mind. At six a.m., he fired an email to his students and to his teacher's assistant: Morning everyone, I realize this is a rather late email, but a personal emergency has come to my attention and I must handle it accordingly. The final will continue as expected and your will receive your end grades within the next three weeks, maybe two. My TA will observe the final and mail me your essays when they're complete. When I get back, we will still have that massive book party I promised, I wasn't joking about needing to empty out my personal library. All proceeds will go toward local libraries. He grabbed his coat and shoved the fabric in his pocket, picking up his briefcase and frankly scurrying out of the office and to his moped down in the parking lot. Many of his friends had teased him for it, but why take a car when this was so much more efficient?! When he got home, he unlocked the door and tossed his suitcase on the couch, stepping into the kitchen and picking up the phone, dialing a very, very old friend... and waiting. He remembered that where said friend was probably wasn't in the same time zone and groaned, just hitting a button to leave a voicemail, "Kieran, call me as soon as you get this. We need to talk. And get Beth on the line when you do. It's urgent." He hung up and put on the coffee pot, sitting at the table and putting his head in his hands with a groan. "So much for any sleep," he muttered. He heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up, seeing his adopted son peer around the corner. Tobias was about seventeen now - at least, he'd let himself age that far - and certainly acted like one... not that he'd ever had the chance to grow up past age thirteen before. "What's wrong, boss?" he whispered, sitting down at the table. "I had a vision." Tom didn't lift his head. "I haven't had one since we locked that damn snake away. Sure, we had minor incidents over the years but never anything worth ruining my damned sleep over. Not to mention it's Ma'at's job to have nightmares like this." "What happened?" Tobias looked worried. "... Ra help me, I wish I knew how it was going to happen." Tom sighed heavily and rested his head in his arms on the table. |
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Queenie | May 25 2017, 10:29 AM Post #2 |
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Kristina Southam was normal an extraordinarily tidy person. Everything had its place, and to put something anywhere other than its proper place was a cardinal sin. Her home office was typically the sort of modern room that would grace the cover of a design magazine, with its cool gray walls, clean lines, and well-place furniture. But not today. Today, the office was a whirlwind of paper, chalk dust, and even broken bits of ceramic. In the middle of it all stood the cause of the mess, a woman no more than five foot one in height, her caramel-colored hair a mess of tangles. She was still in pyjamas, with one leg somehow rolled higher than the other. She growled as she erased a garbled equation on a chalkboard with her bare hand, then ran said hand through her hair without thinking. "No, no, nonononononoooo! That would boil them alive!" She jumped and almost karate-chopped her alarm as it went off on her desk, then sighed and slumped. "Well, it's not getting solved today, that's for sure." The blonde finally checked her phone, snorting at the message from her husband. "Sorry, Tom... already six, I'm sure we'll be a sight for sore eyes," she murmured. Tina stretched her arms above her head, then cracked her neck. It was time to go check on Toby, see if he was up and moving. She shuffled out of the office in her socks, narrowly avoiding the bits of ceramic, which were from cheap plates she'd bought solely for the purpose of destroying when frustrated. She walked down the hall, and saw Toby's door ajar, then nodded to herself. Good, the teen was at least awake, which was one less battle for her to fight this morning with her adopted son. Some days, he really fit the rebel teen stereotype, but he was a good kid at heart. Kristina never thought she would take this path in life; get married and take his name, get a kid, get a steady job, have a normal home. The American Dream had never been hers, which had largely to do with that fact she was literally a rebirth of the Greek goddess Athena. And she refused to use magic to solve her problems, even if she did have the power; it was an honor thing. She made her way at last to the kitchen, craving coffee badly enough to kill for it. She stopped as she heard the voice of her husband, Thomas Southam, say, " "... Ra help me, I wish I knew how it was going to happen." "Tom? Don't you have a class real soon?" she asked as she grabbed the coffee pot to rinse it out. Tom, who was really Thoth, had a tendency to gnaw on his worries, so she was mildly concerned, but not panicked at his tone just yet. She rinsed the pot, filled it with fresh filtered water, then got more coffee brewing. She finally sat down and looked at her husband, her eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. |
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| Miranda | May 25 2017, 05:32 PM Post #3 |
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Polite clapping filled the arena as the support band finished their set and walked off stage. The fans appreciated the efforts of the support act, but they were waiting for the real star to come on stage. Everyone in the audience waited with baited breath as the roadies began to remove the simple instruments from the stage, and replace them with the elaborate ones that were used by the main act. The background poster, a giant stylized picture of a falcon with wings outspread, was unfurled to hang behind the stage. There were lights behind it, lights that would change colour periodically. The excitement in the arena grew as the stage set came further towards completion. This was truly a star that was worth waiting for. Backstage, a slim young man of just above average height lounged in an armchair, sipping a glass of vintage champagne. His hair was jet black, and fell to his shoulders. He had a black velvet eye patch over his empty eye socket; the remaining eye was a deep chocolate brown. His skin was bronze, and he was dressed in black leather trousers, a midnight blue shirt, and black motorcycle boots. This was Horus; he had originally gone by the name of Owen Carter when he and the other Egyptian deities had first arrived, but now he simply went by his given name. Since Horus' songs were interwoven with Egyptian imagery and references to myths and the pantheon, no-one took it as unusual that the famous singer would name himself after the king of the Egyptian gods. Horus' band were a collection of unknown musicians, each one excellent, but cleverly chosen by Horus to not upstage him so that he would always take centre stage as the star; the rock star Horus. A steady clap had begun as the fans began chanting the name of their idol. The stage set was finished, all that was needed now was the one that they had come to see. A roar of pure euphoric delight rose up as Horus, followed by his band, strode on to the stage. Horus bathed in the adulation for a few moments, before his band started playing one of Horus' biggest hits, a song about the shifting sands of the desert, with the majestic pyramids within them, and the greatest of the Pharaohs rising up. It didn't take the cleverest person to realise on listening to the song that Horus was painting himself as the great Pharaoh within the song, and the fans loved it. The concert carried on for hours; this, the last concert of the current tour, was sold out and everyone within the arena had prepared themselves for a fantastic time. Horus revelled in the attention that he got as a rock star. It was, quite simply, the role he was born for. Edited by Miranda, May 25 2017, 05:37 PM.
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| Wolfie | May 25 2017, 06:04 PM Post #4 |
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Tom and Tobias turned to see Tina at the same time. Tom's expression changed from worried to concerned and he stood up at first before he heard her speak. "I... It's..." He could tell by her disheveled appearance that she'd been awake for nearly as long as he had, if not longer by one hell of a margin, and he sat back down, resting his arms on the table. Thoth was more than prone to lingering on his worries, but his habits of doing so had rarely ever done their friends wrong after all. "... I don't want to trouble you yet, it was just a dream," Tom shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You should be getting some more sleep, the deadline's still a week away, isn't it?" he asked. He knew he didn't look much better. Tobias got them both coffee when the machine beeped and put their coffees down in front of them (made the way they both liked) and sat down with his own, which had no cream or sugar, and took a sip. "... You both need sleep," the boy sighed. Tom just wrinkled his nose at Tobias's words and took a drink. "... I had a dream that Hell itself exploded across the earth. I think. I don't... Normally dreams I have like this are far more specific." He pulled the fabric out of his pocket and set it down. "There's nothing wrong with it. I checked. Even with all the other small things we've had to settle since we put the snake away, it's still in one piece. But... But I'm very, very worried, Tina." He covered his face with a hand, staring at her with one uncovered eye. "I saw Bast attack me over the Scales of the Dead after tearing her own heart out. War destroyed Harvard with the help of a ... person without a face that I recognized that called me the Scribe." He took another drink of coffee and stared down at the table. "Then I saw our old house, back in Arizona where we all lived before we met the others. A man in a black suit stepped out and the moment his cane touched the earth, all life near him began to wither and die. And... I heard Apep's voice. Clear as crystal." Tobias looked at Tom worriedly, biting his lip before looking at Tina. "... He- Neither of you have been sleeping well. I know that, you both know that. But Boss doesn't just have dreams." |
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Miranda | May 26 2017, 07:39 PM Post #5 |
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The scene was set; a comfortable room with pictures showing relaxing country scenes on the wall, an armchair with a deep red cover opposite a matching couch, and a warm, deep carpet. The walls were painted pale primrose, and the woman who sat in the armchair had a motherly look to her. She had long black hair that fell to her back, deep brown eyes and bronze skin. She was beautiful, but also had an aura around her of motherhood and caring. The opening credits rolled and across the screen, words flashed up: "Coffee With Isis". This was Isis' TV show, and it had taken off like a rocket from the moment of its inception. Isis, the wife of Cyrus Carter the actor, was as well known as her husband and had taken to the TV world like a duck to water. Her show was a chat show, featuring guests ranging from celebrities to people who had performed heroics, and also featured popular segments on such subjects as fashion, motherhood and cookery, along with a "meet the audience" piece near the end. It was a hit and people paid vast sums to appear in the audience, and celebrities vied to appear on the show. Isis herself had created her public image to perfection, showing herself as the perfect wife and adoring mother. It was widely known that the famous rock star Horus and sucessful entrepreneur Kyran were both her sons, despite their differences; this only added to her profile. Isis also had a daughter named Alexandria who was seventeen and a bit of a rebel, by all accounts. Isis still managed to turn this to her own advantage, widely proclaiming her love for her daughter despite her rebelliousness. Privately, Isis thought that Alexandria's red hair had something to do with her behaviour; after all, to Isis' mind, nothing good ever came from having red hair and she often lamented privately about her daughter Alexandria, or Lexi as she preferred to be called, being unlucky enough to have red hair and not the beautiful black hair that her parents had. Sitting in the armchair, one elegantly grey trousered leg crossed over the other with her demure black kitten heels on display, her fresh white blouse looking crisp and new, Isis prepared to begin. "Hello everyone," she said in a soft voice, looking straight into the camera. "I'm so glad you could all join me tonight. My first guest is..." |
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| Queenie | May 26 2017, 11:03 PM Post #6 |
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Athene thanked Toby quietly for the coffee, then reached out and took hold of the hand her husband was using to cover his face. She pressed said hand to her lips gently. "I... believe you. Most of the time you barely remember a dream. And when you do, it's significant." She ran her other hand through her hair, trying to work out some tangles. "First thing's first, we need at least a little more rest... then we can attempt some sort of game-plan, okay?" She offered him a small smile and blinked her gray eyes at him. Cyrus Carter was late. Again. It was getting old, fast, but Isis refused to shift the schedule of her afternoon talkshow, which was "...just the right time to catch my target audience, dear, and you know that," leaving him to be the one to pick up their daughter from her private music lessons. And today the producers had just insisted he stay behind to perfect a scene. Again. Even though they knew damn well he had to pick up his daughter, had said they would let him go in time or only shoot with him when he didn't need to pick her up or get her somewhere. Ha! Next time, he would get in writing. Even so, Cyrus loved his job; the stage and the camera called to him in a way ruling never had. Putting raw emotion into what was once just words on a page came naturally to him, even if he sometimes paraphrased every now and again. But they seemed to love him for it, told him his instincts were gold. It certainly helped he knew himself to be an attractive man, with warm brown skin and rippling muscles, and a charming smile. His latest contract work was a fantasy series about a commoner going to and challenging the rules of a magic school that previously catered only to the nobles. He played the one sympathetic teacher to the lead girl, a fiesty redhead who questioned every status quo. A character that most definitely reminded him of his daughter, who was like as not to just walk off in dangerous downtown L.A. rather than wait ten minutes for her dad yet again. He got his phone out and texted, "Be there soon, kiddo. So sorry! I owe you one again! Anything you want is yous!" he didn't notice the typo he sent, just hopes she would wait for him; he cared for Lexi deeply and very much regretted every instance of being late. |
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| Wolfie | May 28 2017, 10:33 AM Post #7 |
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Tom smiled at her in a tired sort of way at the kiss and he turned his hand to hold hers, sighing and nodding. "Can't see either of us getting much sleep with this kind of news." He thought for a bit. "I already left a message for Kyran, and I was going to... to try to get a hold of Beth-" After all these years of using assumed names, it didn't feel strange to call his companions that. "-but I don't know how to tell her I watched her attack me." He made a face. "What if it wasn't her though?" Tobias asked, standing up. "I don't know any other gods or goddesses or tricksters that take the shape of a cat." He shook his head and finished his coffee before standing up. ----- Beth Tetley was used to wild starts to her morning, and nothing ever jumpstarted the ol' adrenaline like having to rescue a few horses before the crack of dawn. The woman, daughter-in-law of Cyrus and Isis Carter and girlfriend to their son Kyran, was one of the best veterinarians of the ASPCA in the US, as well as one of their best enforcers and rescuers. She had an innate knack for knowing when animals needed help, which ones were genuinely abused, and which ones just looked... unfortunate. Then again, when you were the goddess of felines and of protection, and justice, and all things wonderful in the world... you tended to know if that skinny mutt you found on a walk just ran away when the gate was left open and he has leukemia and can't put on weight. She crept up onto the shoddy stables the last two horses were in and peered around the corner, eyeing their owners' house for lights as she gestured to her two co-workers to get in position. The horses, seeing the three, started to make noise but a gentle shushing from Bastet got them to quiet. Between her power and her coworker's careful hands, they extracted the two horses without incident and scurried them away. The horses were all malnutritioned; it wasn't hard to see that, their ribs showing and their hair matted and thin. But they would thrive, and once they were healthier, they'd be taken to a rescue out of town. Beth sat down in her office, rubbing her face as the rush of energy faded. "Woooo..." She made a face when she heard Isis's voice on the TV and tilted her head, peeking out of her office door. "I feel like you just watch that to frustrate me!" The woman shrugged. "I like seeing the people she brings on! Not my fault." Beth rolled her eyes and got back in her seat, sitting comfortably and firing up her computer. A soft purr caught her attention under her desk and she laughed, leaning back and giggling as the kitten jumped into her lap. "Hey, sweet thing, snuck out of your cage again?" she teased, scratching her behind an ear. "Fine, fine, you can sit with me, you need socializing anyway." Edited by Wolfie, May 31 2017, 06:42 PM.
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Miranda | May 28 2017, 07:13 PM Post #8 |
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Alexandria Carter, or Lexi as she was known to most people, sat on the steps outside the place where she had her weekly guitar lessons, dumped her music case by her feet and crossly checked her watch. She was abandoned. Again. This was becoming a habit. She sighed and pulled out her phone. Lexi was just about to tap out a text to her father, when her phone beeped, indicating that a message had arrived. She opened up the inbox and read the message from her father, grinning at his typo. Replying, Lexi tapped out, "I will hold u 2 that dad! LOL @ yr typo!" and sent it. Putting her phone away and getting out her Kindle, Lexi resigned herself to a long wait. The teenager was very attractive to look at, with eyes like cocoa beans, skin like honey and dark red hair, but she never really thought of herself as being pretty due to her mother's constant remarks about how ugly red hair was. Lexi sighed. She knew that her mother didn't mean to sound so critical, it just was Isis' natural aversion to red hair. The reason why her mom had this aversion was partly the reason why she had to sit on the steps and wait for her father to come and collect her. The pleasant house where her Uncle Set lived with his husband Uncle Josh was just a fifteen minute walk away. It wasn't the couple's only property, but it was the place that Set spent the most time in as he used it as a base for whenever he had to catch a plane to go to a job abroad, so as not to disturb Josh by waking him at some unearthly hour. Set always joked that Josh needed his beauty sleep to come up with all his fashion designs. Had Isis not still harboured a grudge against Set, Lexi thought crossly, she could have walked over there and stayed there for the afternoon. In any case, Layla would be there. Despite her mother's objections, Lexi was determined to remain in close contact with her cousin. Thus reminded, Lexi took out her phone and tapped out a message to Layla: "Hi, how r u? Jus to ask u 2 say thnx 2 uncle josh & uncle set 4 the bday pressy, i luv it!" The present in question was the artistically ripped and frayed black denim dress that Lexi was wearing, over black leggings and finished off with black platform boots. Her mother hated Lexi's dress sense, but Lexi really couldn't care less. She put her phone away again and wondered what her cousin and uncles were doing at that moment... ~~~ At this precise moment, Set was sitting in the back of a taxi on his way back to the townhouse. He had just texted his daughter Layla, who was staying there at the moment, to let her know that he was returning, and his husband Josh, with the same message... tho, with a few extra endearments added on. Set leaned back on the comfortable cushioned back of the seat and smiled. He had wanted to marry Josh the moment that their careers had taken off, but the stupid backward laws of the state still forbade gay marriage. Eventually tho, a new law allowing gay marriage was finally passed, and Set had immediately proposed to Josh. Their wedding had been a triumph; tho the actual ceremony was close family and friends only, they had made up for that with the reception which was a sumptuous bash at a massive country house. Dinner first, followed by a party where Elton John had sung at, then a disco had been set up and everyone had let their hair down and danced the night away. The drink flowed all night and the media had splashed the photos all over the papers the next morning. Everyone had accepted their invitations, save for Isis who had refused, citing a migraine, tho Osiris had come. Lexi, along with Layla, had been a bridesmaid, with Neph as Set's best woman. And of course, the wedding night at the Hilton with Josh, when all the guests had gone home and it was just the two of them. Set had waited for this moment to present Josh with the ultimate wedding gift; deity status so that they could be together forever. He had been filled with happiness when Josh had accepted and had jokingly declared Josh to be the "god of fashion". This was very apt, given that Josh was as famous a fashion designer as Set was a model. Together, they had lots of money and the respect of everyone in the fashion industry. With that, Set thought with a mental eye roll, he figured he could do without the respect of Isis. In any case, he was looking forward to getting home and seeing the two people he loved the most again. Maybe Josh would have made dinner, or if not, then he would take him and Layla out to some fancy restaurant. Either worked. |
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| Queenie | May 29 2017, 07:40 PM Post #9 |
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Tina shrugged. “We can always abuse some Nyquil, Tom. And, besides, the deities we know of may not be the only ones reincarnated, and just about every pantheon has a shapeshifter, and oft times the shapeshifter is tagged as chaotic or trouble-making,” she said quietly. “But I really think we can’t counter this rationally without sleep. We’ll just make mistakes, forget things...” she let herself trail off. ~ It took Cyrus eleven minutes and twenty three seconds to reach his daughter. Not that he kept track, or anything. Okay, okay, he did, but what else was he to do in L.A. traffic? He sighed as he pulled up in his new blue convertible, and called out to his daughter. He figured the favor she would want of him would be to be dropped off at Set’s place; after all, Isis rarely let her, and disapproved of her friendship with Layla. Cyrus himself had learned to let go and finally relax around Set as he learned the truth of his own bisexuality. He would never reveal such to Isis, but just coming to terms with his own nature had been liberating, and had allowed him to unwind where his oddball brother was concerned. “So, I keep my promises; where to?” he asked his daughter. ~ Josh was not, in fact, making dinner. Instead, Layla was. Josh oversaw it, of course, but the teenager had been learning from her mother, Nessa, and wanted to try the lessons out on her own. Her ginger curls bounced as she danced around the kitchen, loading her stew up with spices. He tan skin looked almost orange in the light of the setting sun, while her hair was set aflame. She was just in a basic set of capris and a tee shirt, as today had been declared a comfy day by her. Josh stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her with a small smile. His skin was a lot paler than hers, his eyes a rich brown, his hair a shining brown black. He jumped as his phone went off, and picked it up. He smiled at the message, and stroked the phone as though it were his husband. Then sent a quick reply; “good missed u while u were overseas. cant wait to see the face of the man I love again! <3” Layla looked up. “Who ya textin?” Josh smiled at her. “Your dad. He’s coming home.” She bounced a little in place. “I better hurry up then, or this won’t be finished in time!” Gone was the dancing, replaced by dashing. Josh watched her with wonder, barely able to keep up. She was very powerful over speed, and wind. He himself had fairly intuitive powers, which worked well for him in predicting trends that would catch on. Perhaps that could be called cheating, but he suspected he really was a god of fashion, but it wasn’t as though immortality came with a manual. The Korean-American had found that experimentation was the only real way to catch on to what your talents were and, therefore, your title. |
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| Wolfie | May 30 2017, 12:05 AM Post #10 |
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"... like our anniversary," Tom winced, looking embarrassed. It seemed that every year, they traded off on who forgot their wedding anniversary. This year it felt like it might be his turn. "Oh, hell, I'm sorry." He got up after downing the last of his coffee and knelt next to her chair, hugging her close and kissing her cheek. "I'm going to kick myself for at least a year for this one. When- When we stop in L.A. to see Osiris and Isis and the others about this, I'll take you to whichever restaurant or show you want." ----- Tobias left his parents to their talk and headed back to his room to try to get ready for school. On one wall was a shelf full of his sports accomplishments and he smiled a bit as he glanced over them, but the smile faded. There were more important things to worry about than a tournament and he knew it. His team would be fine without him this year. The young man wasn't all that he seemed, and being alive as long as he had, things usually didn't bother him. But the day his master and all the other gods had gone missing, the young man had gone searching and searching for them - and found them across the world in a strange, desert place called Arizona. In time, they found a way for him to have a human form too - spending time outside as an ibis, a bird not native to the area, would've been severely suspicious. But he still gladly helped and served the god of knowledge and the god of judgement, Thoth and Anubis - they, mostly Thoth, had taken pity on him, as his reason for winding up before them with a heart heavier than a feather had been tragic yet he held all the guilt for everything on his shoulders. While he was a frustrating companion, he'd more than proven his worth time and time again. When Tina and Tom had adopted Toby, he couldn't have been more thrilled or happier. While he'd always been a part of the group, he'd never felt part of the strange family of gods. This may not have been the same thing, but it was good enough for him, and he'd defend it until his dying breath. He stopped packing his bag and tossed it on the ground, sitting on his bed and putting his face in his hands. He could easily cross the U.S. to contact those that lived here, that wouldn't be hard at all... but... He bit his lip, glancing up at the light shining from the kitchen down the hall. He didn't want to worry them, but they dearly needed their rest. ----- Kali tapped the child on the nose as he giggled at her, hugging his teddybear close. "See? Shots aren't so bad after all, my dear. Off you go, back to school!" "But school told me I don't have to go back since I had a visit with you!" he said. Kali chuckled and ruffled his hair, sitting back on the stool in the room. The child's father was amused by the fact Kali was handling his normally cantankerous son so well; his son's mother really had made the right decision by choosing this clinic. Once they were out, Kali finished cleaning up and sanitizing the room, dropping the used vaccination needles in the sharps container high on the wall before stepping out to check her next patient. She smiled at Amber as she passed, nodding in approval of her work, before moving on to the next room. She also saw teenagers on a regular basis here as well. The young person inside was fidgeting with their phone, but as she entered the room, they visibly calmed down. "How are you today, Ad?" the doctor asked, sitting down in front of him on the shorter stool. She had several stools in every little room, and she found that the shorter stools helped calm down patients who were anxious... her own powers notwithstanding anyway. She tried not to use them. "Um-" The teen swallowed hard. Kali had had a long talk with them a few months before about millions of things, lasting long after her clinic hours had ended, but she felt it worthwhile to spend that time. "M-My hallucinations are back, a little. The harmless ones I mean." "Okay. Have you been following the game plan for your meds?" Kali smiled at them gently. They nodded firmly. "I-I just started university, I think I might just be stressed out but I wanted to touch base with you before I went back to classes after holiday. I-In case I come back early and have to see you, so you're not caught unaware and all." "It's just fine. I encourage an open dialogue at all times. You still have my email address?" Another nod. "Good. Once a week, if you have the energy or time, just shoot me a short message letting me know how you feel and how your classes are. Once you're settled in and comfortable, at least more than you are now, the medications should start working again. Has your bipolar been manageable other than seeing the shadows?" Another nod, then a hesitant shrug. "School does that to me." The teen was quiet a moment. "Um, Dr. Sangha?" "Yes, Ad?" She tilted her head. "When um, when I'm done with my studies and start med school, could... could I intern here with you?" they asked nervously. "If pediatric medicine or pediatric psych is what you're interested in, of course. I'm always happy to share what I know with the future doctors of France, and the world." She beamed at them and stood up, writing a prescription for some minor anxiety meds to get them through the first few weeks of school. "Here you go, follow the instructions on the bottle, make sure you eat something when you take them or it'll upset your stomach, and they might worsen your bipolar at first, so if you feel unsettled, email me and I'll contact the university pharmacy to get you a lower dose. It was good seeing you, Ad." She walked them to the door and laughed at the sudden tight hug. "Oh, you're so sweet, thank you." "No, thank you, if I hadn't taken my teacher's advice to come see you I-I'd probably still be in the hospital." Their voice was muffled. Kali gently hugged them back and when they both let go, she smiled at them. "I'm just doing my duty to the home and people I love. Not all doctors are like me, or like my nurses here, but we try. Go have fun on the rest of your holiday, Ad." She watched them go with a smile on her face. ----- The walls of his room felt comfortable compared to the tiny bedroom he'd been confined to as a child. Even if he still couldn't leave, this felt so much better. "Isaac?" The boy with hair shaved down close to his scalp turned his head, hearing the nurse open his door. The boy was mute, but he just nodded, tilting his head as he watched the nurse put down a tray of food. He scooted over on his bed and sat up, pulling a bit at the straitjacket he'd been held in since the night before. His episodes and nightmares were getting worse; he'd scratch himself bloody in his sleep, had nearly gouged his eyes out at least four times since he'd been brought to this specific hospital in L.A. The previous hospitals had given up on his treatment but the psychiatric head here thought she had an out for the boy. He was only fourteen after all; there was hope yet, even in a case of abuse as severe as this. The nurse undid the jacket and set it down, handing Isaac the spoon. The boy stared at the spoon, then at the nurse, then the bowl of cold cereal, then put the spoon down and just looked glum. "... Oh, right, you don't like cereal. Well, um, I guess they didn't forward your food preferences to the kitchen. Do you want toast?" No response. "Oatmeal?" No response. "... Tell you what, I'll bring you the list of things we usually make for the other patients and you can choose what you like. Sound good?" Still no answer. The nurse sighed and, after helping him back into the jacket and helping him get comfortable on the bed, stepped out with the tray, shutting the door behind her. Isaac turned his head to watch the door, remembering another door, a wooden door with a crack near the bottom, and a nervous whimper escaped him as he rolled on his side to look away. The only one who came in, though, was a woman of average height and Slavic features with a notebook computer under one arm. "Young Isaac, I see we're awake today." She set her computer down on the small round table and sat down in the chair that was bolted to the floor next to the bed. Isaac's fits of self-harm only happened in his sleep, as had been recorded over and over again. Dr. Danica Zywie smiled at him gently when he rolled over to look at her. "I heard you had another nightmare last night. I brought the notebooks you asked me for last session. Do you think you can draw what you saw for me?" Isaac nodded slowly and managed to sit up. Another nurse came in to help undo the restraints again and stayed in the room, just in case, as Dr. Zywie handed over the notebook and pencils. At first, Isaac didn't draw much - flies, spiders, stuff he'd been drawing at the old hospitals for years since he'd been institutionalized. None of them were sure where he'd learned how to write, though. The boy hadn't even gone to kindergarten, let alone primary school, but his handwriting was impeccable and his words surprisingly fluent. However, today, Isaac's hands started to shake as he started sketching a face, a tall figure soon after with the face, hands, and torso wrapped tight in what looked like bandages. Scratchy writing, so unlike his usual script, wrote out Conquest underneath. "Is that the horseman you've written about before?" the doctor asked gently. He shook his head and wrote down, in far tidier (but still shaking) writing, That was Death. He was nice to me. He's always nice. He always tells me it isn't my time, that I'm young and I can still grow and learn from what Mother did. He tells me I have a future. This one is new. They scare me. They don't talk with their mouth, I hear their voice in my head. Even if it is just a dream, it's still in my head but it's more concrete than it normally is. There's another face sometimes but it talks in hissing and a language I don't know. It sounds like Egyptian but... wrong? Isaac tapped on the paper a bit, leaving dots on the surface, before writing more, The only Egyptian I ever hear is in the movies that you guys play for the well-behaved patients in the ward down the hall. The Mummy movies. I don't think that's actual Egyptian. "It probably isn't. But how can you hear that from all the way up here, through all these doors?" Dr. Zywie stared at him. I can walk in my sleep. I sleep more than you think I do, I can't socialize really. I can... step out of my body and walk around and see what everyone does. It's really nice to be a part of things. I can see what you do to help people here find their... center, I think you called it, and keep them from hurting themselves. It's more than the priest ever did for Mother after Daddy disappeared when I was four or five. It was an odd quirk of Isaac's to be so formal about his mother, but so childish about his father - a man whose face and voice he couldn't recollect but whose personality, warm and protective and loud, he remembered vividly. His mother had been the same until the loss of her husband had eventually made her snap. But anyway, the other face is really new. It doesn't like the others. It and Conquest's big brother fight a lot. Isaac ran out of paper but didn't rush to turn the page like he normally did, just looked at Dr. Zywie, expecting her to guess from their previous talks. "War." Zywie just nodded acceptingly. Religious delusions were fairly common in situations like his. The snake though... did it have any relevance to his other nightmares? "I see." The doctor stood up and pardoned herself for a few minutes, hearing herself be paged out in the hall, but as she turned around, she saw the nurse run forward to either shove her out of the way or restrain the boy. When she turned around, she saw he'd dug the pencil into the palm of his hand without a sound, staring at the blood that dripped out of his skin without any real acknowledgement that he'd harmed himself at all. He looked up at Zywie helplessly, tears in his eyes welling up and running down his cheeks. A few hours later, once he was sedated and his wound sanitized and bandaged and he was restrained again, Zywie went over the notes he'd written that day, keeping the bloodstained ones in their individually wrapped baggies as he read the neat handwriting. Isaac never shook like this. That on its own was alarming. She didn't want to think too hard on the odd symbols he'd scribbled on the other pages with his blood. ----- Conquest stared at the ripple in the air before them, tilting their head and frowning as one hand prodded at the weakness in space. So close... so damn close!! After all these years! "It doesn't do well to push the boy, you know." The tall man in the suit stepped up beside them, observing the tear calmly in comparison. "I don't see why you are so keen on using him to break out." "Because he has the power! He is descended from the lamb himself, he can get us out!" Conquest insisted. "All these years, all this lamentation and stagnation... Impeded because of these doctors that keep him asleep." Conquest's mouth never moved, not that it bothered their siblings or friends much. "I have been biding my time, teaching him the symbols as you requested of me. But it does not do to dwell on things that cannot be rushed," Death warned. "If we do this wrong, more than us six will escape. I'd rather not let the snake out with us-" "To hell with the snake, to hell with this prison! How long have any of us been trapped here!? I miss our home, it's been gone for so many millennia that I doubt its ruins still grace the horizon." Conquest growled a bit, bowing their head. Conquest had been trapped here the longest of any of them, and it showed; their form flickered and faded from time to time, their energy fading and weakening as the years wore on. Conquest was afraid of truly dying... and Death was loathe to claim a sibling. Death let out a sigh. "I shall talk to him when he sleeps again. I believe he trusts me far more than he trusts you, given I've been his confidante since he was small." Conquest grunted an acknowledgement and faded into mist, disappearing from view moments later. Death waited a few minutes before a small child appeared before him, hair longish to his shoulders and clothes tattered. Death smiled at him gently and ruffled his hair. "Hello, my boy. It has been a few days, hasn't it?" The child laughed and hugged Death's legs eagerly. Once upon a time, twenty years ago, the horseman - still free and walking the earth - met a pious woman, beautiful and charming and graceful as the psalms and hymns she kept so close to her heart. It turned out that even death itself could feel something blossom in its skeletal core, and after only a few months, they were wed; shortly after, his wife bore a son. His beloved had insisted on a name, a name that Death hesitated to bestow on the one thing he'd ever helped given life to: Isaac, the same son Abraham had once been told to sacrifice. Before the boy turned four, Death fled a power that sought to control it for its own ends and lost, finding himself trapped in a strange space... and soon coming across his old friends and siblings amongst those not quite strangers. It wasn't long after that he discovered a child wandering the wastes of their prison, a being not solid but not ghostly, and he realized the grave mistake he'd made, falling in love with a human woman. Death shouldn't give life. Something happened to the woman he loved, changed her, warped her until she was no longer the kind soul he'd felt so graced and humbled by. While the child had hesitated to tell him everything, Death learned all he needed to, and managed to exert what little power he had here to free his son from his lost lover. He just hoped that by returning to the world he'd been torn from, he wouldn't hurt the only thing he still cared about. |
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Miranda | May 30 2017, 03:16 PM Post #11 |
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The Godmother
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The sun shone down brightly from a cloudless sky in Elroy, Texas. Hundreds of people had gathered to eat ice cream, buy souvenirs and occasionally look up to watch the powerful Formula One racing cars as they flashed past on the last lap of the prestigious United States Grand Prix. In the lead was a Mercedes car, driven by the charismatic Remy Marten. He had won the lead by great skill and cunning, and now held it despite the efforts of his rival in the Lotus behind. Eventually, with a fair lead, Remy drove across the finish line to the sound of cheers and catcalls from the audience; another win on his belt. Remy had so far won nine major races and this would be his tenth. As he walked to the podium, he grinned, taking his prize and the obligatory bottle of champagne, removing the cork with reckless abandon and spraying most of it over the crowd. There was still enough for him to toast his victory, and there would be plenty more later at the celebration party. Remy, as befitted his status as Loki, god of chaos, enjoyed his career as a racing driver extremely. He didn't use his shapeshifting powers, save when he wanted to go out incognito without being bothered by the general public. A lot of journalists too wondered frustratedly just why it was that they were unable to find Remy out and about in town when a race was on. He seemed to never leave the hotel. Remy, of course, simply took on an innocuous shape in order to go out and enjoy a few nights as one of the regular people, something that the other racing drivers could not have. In a way, Remy was glad that the race was over; now, he could finally return home, back to his wife Nessa. He hoped that she would have something good for dinner; Nessa was a fantastic chef, and Remy always had a good appetite for anything she cooked up. ~~~ Meanwhile, over in London, a man was stirring in a hotel room. He had long black hair, bronze skin and eyes so dark they seemed to be black, too. He glanced at his bedside clock with a trace of satisfaction; the day was almost done, and he had slept thru most of it, having spent the previous night at the London branch of his night club chain. This was Anubis, one of the Egyptian gods of the dead, who went by the name of Kyran Blake. He deliberately distanced himself from the name "Carter" which was used by the others in his family; right from the beginning when he had started up the nightclubs, he hadn't wanted his success to be due to association. In any case, the nightclubs had been popular from the start, with decor in black and jewel colours. Gothic decorations finished the look off, with velvet couches scattered around. The clubs played hard rock, metal, gothic and thrash music rather than traditional club tunes and attracted everyone who wanted an alternative night out. The club in London was named "The Crypt" and most of the time was run by a manager. Anubis, however, liked to visit each of his clubs every now and then to make sure that everything was running smoothly. London was always a welcome change to America, as was Paris. A few hours later, after Anubis had showered, gotten dressed and had breakfast, he returned to his hotel room to switch his phone on and check to see if he had any important messages. There were the usual work related ones, a message from Bast, Anubis' girlfriend, and a voicemail from Thoth. Anubis pulled the voicemail up first; Thoth would only ever call if there was something very important that needed to be attended to. "Kyran, call me as soon as you get this. We need to talk. And get Beth on the line when you do. It's urgent." Anubis narrowed his eyes. While it wasn't possible to get Bast on the line right now, he could easily text her and ask her to call Thoth as soon as she could. He could not wait til he flew home to do likewise; he would have to call now, regardless of the time difference. Anubis quickly sent Bast a text, then called Thoth, putting the phone to his ear as he waited for Thoth to pick up. ~~~ Amber went about her work at the clinic with a smile. She felt that she'd be forever grateful to Kali for not only giving her a job, but also a home. In fact, she was grateful to all of the deities who had helped her, from the moment that they'd freed her from Apep's possession and left her with his powers. Amber was now a goddess in her own right, but she rarely used her powers, save when she felt that they were needed; for example, to save the life of a patient. At the moment, she was busy doing the regular jobs at the clinic, like filling the water cooler, checking on inpatients to make sure that they were comfortable and had plenty of food and water, tidying up and washing the medical instruments so they would be ready for Kali to use later on with a patient. ~~~ Lexi leaned back in her seat and smiled at her father. "I think you already know," she teased, "But just in case you need reminding, I'll tell you. You can drop me at Uncle Set and Uncle Josh's. Layla will be there, it'll be good to spend some time with her." Of course, Lexi knew full well that her mother disapproved, and equally, she did not care. "Tell Mom that I'm staying over at Izzy's," Lexi added as an aside. "She's agreed to be my alibi tonight, after I covered for her that time she went to meet her boyfriend Jose. Her mom is almost as bad as Mom; Izzy's mom would have burst a blood vessel if she'd found out her daughter was dating a Mexican." |
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| Queenie | Jun 4 2017, 04:38 PM Post #12 |
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Hot Lips
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That actually got a laugh out of Tina. “And I forgot it last year. Honestly, my father remembers more often than either of us,” she said, pulling out her phone and showing it to Thoth. ‘happy anniversary to my lil girl! gift is on the way! <3’ She nuzzled him. “I don’t need you to spoil me with food to show me you love me. Besides, you know I’d rather go do something active, anyway.” She did notice when Toby left, but said nothing, instead silently appreciating the moment alone, and also appreciating how considerate their adopted son was. She was honestly considering talking to Thoth about freeing him and making him a god in his own right. ~ Osiris grinned at his daughter and winked. “Oh, I do. Besides, I wanted to speak with your uncle, anyway,” he said as he turned to head for Set’s townhouse. As she mentioned her friend, Osiris snorted. “Like the time she accused me of being a terrorist before she figured out who I was? Yeah, good times...” He shook his head. He honestly didn’t understand why such xenophobia was still a thing; with so much information at fingertip length freely available, how could people still cling to their ignorance? It wasn’t that hard to admit you were wrong, he would know. “You did get your homework done, right?” he asked as they were stopped at a red light. ~ The golden light of late afternoon shone down on a city whose streets were comprised entirely of water, which was reflected back up to create a glittering effect. The light danced across the skin of a particularly bodacious woman, with curly hair in a rich brown that bounced as she walked across one of the smaller bridges. The two-tier floral skirt swished as she walked, head bowed as she checked the directions on her phone. Helena Bellamy loved Venice, Italy; the combination of old-world architecture, modern attitude, and being so one with the sea really suited her. She was, however, just visiting, and for a very specific reason. She muttered to herself as she took a right turn, checking her course frequently, and eying the names of the shops all around her. A few turns later, she bared her whitened teeth in a grin as she came at last upon a glass-blowing shop. A bell tinkled softly as she stepped inside, but no one appeared immediately. “Hello?” she called. She gaped as a man rounded the bend, forcing her to tilt her head back a ways just to gaze up as his face. He was so large he had to hunch a little in the space over the counter. He had tanned skin, overlarge arm muscles, and a head full of dark curls. “Can I, uh, help you?” he asked in an Italian accent. Something about the shy body language he displayed struck a chord of familiarity inside her, but she shook it off; she was here on business. “My name is Helena Bellamy, and I placed a private order online,” she said, offering a radiant smile. He cleared his throat. “Oh! Yes, it’s ready. I.D. please, and then I’ll go get it.” “I.D.?” she asked. “Why?” Even so, she got her passport. He shrugged. “Don’t want to give a private, pre-paid order to the wrong person,” he replied as he took the passport with gentle hands. Hands that were at least twice the size of her own, and very calloused. He handed it back to her a moment later. “Okay, wait right here.” As he turned to retrieve her order, she watched him walk with narrowed eyes. Oh, yes, that was definitely a prosthetic. What were the odds of meeting a gentle giant of a man who liked working with his hands, and around heat, who also had a prosthetic? She chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. All her suspicions were forgotten as he revealed the sculpture to her and she squealed and bounced in delight. It was a hawk with wings spread wide, with a cartouche on its chest with hieroglyphs that she knew spelled “Horus” within. The hawk was made so well hat, even though she knew it to be made of gold-tinted glass, she almost expected it to take flight and leave the shop. “This is perfect!” she cried. “Can you wrap it up for travel?” “Oh, of course!” as he walked off a little stiffly, her questions returned. When he came back and began to carefully pack the sculpture, she asked, “Can I get your name?” “Mine?” he he repeated, sounding flustered. “Uh, Harley Montero...” “Harley’s not a very Italian name,” she chuckled. “My mother is from England, actually,” he said softly. She tapped her chin in thought as he finished packing. Okay, so that made him a gentle, overlarge man with a prosthetic who worked with his hands and tools around fire, whose last name meant mountain. She wasn’t a gambler, but if she were, she would bet she had just stumbled upon a very specific unawakened god. She got out her phone and typed up an email: “Tina, met a big guy I think is a god. How do I test that again? I mean, his name is Harley Montero, he works with fire/glass, he’s big and has a prostetic (or however you spell it) leg. Message me back when you can!” She hit send and looked up. “So, Harley, could I get your number?” she purred, dialing up the charm. This seemed to only fluster him more, and were he not such a large man, he would resemble a rabbit about to run. “I- uh- you have it already,” he stammered. “But that’s the shop number,” she pouted, fluttering up at him. He looked around as if in desperation and shifted his weight, then looked back at her. “But I’m married. I- I don’t want to lead you on- I love my wife.” Helena laughed. “Okay, then I’ll be honest; you remind me of my- uh, a friend from college,” she said. He smiled a little. “Then that’s fine.” She handed over her phone and he plugged his number in. He handed it back, “It was nice to meet you, Helena. But, uh, I gotta get the shop cleaned up before closing time.” “Alright, Nice to meet you, Harley. Maybe we can get a coffee and chat before I leave Venice,” she said. He nodded and waved as she left. He watched her leave, frowning. Why did seeing her face give him the oddest sense of deja vu? ~ Nessa Marten swayed her hips as she mixed up a sauce in time to the jazz music playing in the background. She added the fresh ginger she’d grated mere minutes ago, humming softly. This was yet another experimental recipe, combining some of the spices of a good curry but frying it with some veggies, rice, and chicken like a stir fry. Once the sauce was mixed up, she danced her way to the stove to heat up the oil and cook the chicken, already pre-marinated in some wine-based concoction, which she wanted to see if it would blend well with the other spices. She hummed as she fried the chicken first, wanting it to be thoroughly cooked; even to a goddess, salmonella was no joke. It wouldn’t kill her, but it sure as hell was no fun to be sick. She dumped the rice in next, then picked up the wok and swirled it around in time to the easy listening jazz. She had a playlist called “coffee table jazz” she put on for cooking, one that both helped her focus and relaxed her. She tossed her veggies into the sauce and let them sit a minute, then added it to the pan. In just a few minutes more, the main course would be done, and she would place a spell over it to keep it warm while she made the dessert and waited for Remy to come home. Nessa was fairly tall for a woman, but still not taller than Remy, who was well over six foot. She was pear-shaped and had a messy bob cut that softened her prominent cheekbones some. Of her siblings, she had the second darkest skin next to Osiris. Where his was a rich earthy brown, hers was a warm medium tone with an orange hue to it. She’d been mistaken for Indian more than once. The goddess Nephthys gave herself her typical portion, then piled her husband’s plate dangerously high. She set the plates on the table and placed the spell over them to keep them warm and fresh, then went about making green tea honey ice cream, which she would fry after they ate dinner. She had a tendency to test new recipes on her husband, who had an appetite that literally could compare to a forest fire. He could eat just about anything, but he was also honest enough to tell her if a flavor combination was not quite right. As a professional chef and Food Channel personality, such honesty was very appreciated. When the ice cream was churned, she set it in the freezer and went to sit down and wait on Remy, waiting to congratulate him on another win with a nice, long kiss. |
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| Wolfie | Jun 7 2017, 09:40 AM Post #13 |
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Auntie
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"Oh, goodness," Thoth chuckled, ruffling her hair as she nuzzled against him. He was ridiculously fond of Tina's father; he more than understood his initial overprotectiveness. "That's fair. There's a new pescatarian restaurant out there that sounds good, at least." Thoth had bounced the idea of freedom and godhood at Tobias more than once, but the millenia-old servant just always looked confused when they talked. Always, his response was, But I'll live forever as long as I'm your servant and anyway being a god looks boring. But if anyone could talk to Toby about it succinctly, it was Tina. "Come on, let's get some kind of sleep-" His phone started buzzing in his pocket and he groaned, sitting back a bit with an arm still around his wife and pulling his phone out, squinting at the caller ID over his glasses before answering. "At least you called before I passed out. Finals suck," he said flatly to Anubis before putting him on speakerphone so Tina could hear and talk too. "We may have a problem incoming. I think I had one of my visions early this morning, Anubis. The Fabric tore open. I don't know how. But this isn't good. You know I don't dream often like that." ----- Bast blinked when her phone vibrated. "Shouldn't you be asleep, silly man," she chuckled, picking up her phone. Something nagged her though as she unlocked her phone - Anubis didn't really text her at random, he was a very deliberate creature in more ways than one. She stared at the text, tilting her head. ".... shit," she whispered, rubbing her face. ----- Martha Halsey smiled at the camera. "And that's all for today, lovies! Hopefully we have time next week to properly go over how to refurbish your old couch to make it sturdier, safer to sit on, and look stylish without going overboard on your budget! I'd love to hear from everybody on how they got their cabinets looking fresh and bright this year, so please, comment on the blog, share your pictures and videos with us!" She waved goodbye as her assistant turned off the camera and she let out a happy sigh, beaming at her. "I am so happy you suggested this, I haven't been this happy in... goodness, feels like centuries," she joked, but she knew that it wasn't a joke. Her assistant, a small woman by the name of Irene Lucas, smiled at her happily. "You're such a domestic goddess though! I'm glad it worked out. And getting to be your editor is the best job I could've hoped for," Irene beamed, uploading the footage to the nearby computer to start editing. "I'm just glad I happened across your shop the way I did." Ma'at sat down with her to watch her work; she had no plans for the rest of today, unusually. But then... she had a few questions about this girl, she was just painfully curious about some of her mannerisms. She seemed strangely familiar. "Well, I know Leo appreciates you taking me on. He was getting worried about me staying all clustered in my house." Irene smiled nervously. "But I really appreciate you too, giving me a chance. My agoraphobia was getting worse and worse." Martha smiled gently at her. "I like helping people, it's what I did before I started my business. But being a cop wasn't something I was cut out for, and being a lawyer for a short time made me too angry with the system. At least now I can support those who need it. It's not perfect, but I am content." She leaned over a bit. "So, have you two decided on a date yet?" she asked. Irene giggled and covered her ring finger, twisting the engagement ring a bit. "Not yet. Between his truck driving and my helping you, we're just going to have a small ceremony. Would... would you be my matron if my mother can't make it in for the event?" she asked, turning bright red. Martha gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh, sweetheart, I couldn't take the honor away from your mother." "She's really busy all the time, it isn't her fault," Irene admitted, leaning back in the computer chair. "But it would mean a lot to me, if you can still come even as a guest." She smiled at her. "Thank you so much, Irene!" Ma'at hugged her tight, chuckling at the awkward attempt at a return before letting go. "Simple ceremony then?" She nodded. "Yeah, nothing fancy. I'm using some of my broken crystals for centerpieces for the reception and my sister Penelope is growing the flowers in her greenhouse." Irene owned a crystal shop that also doubled as an incense and tea house, and before she'd met Martha, she'd been in danger of having to close up because of her phobias and anxiety. A few hours later, Irene had finished editing the video and it was uploading to the blog, and she left. Ma'at was sitting there, watching it replay again and she tapped her fingers against the desk, not really seeing the video. "... I never thought I'd see Hecate again," she said softly. She'd always been fond of the magic goddess, and she'd been one of the few foreign friends she'd had in the long days before all of this, but one day, the letters simply stopped coming. She pulled up her personal email and sent a short email to her ex-husband, I may have found Hecate, Thoth. Please advise. I don't want to force it, she's still just as shy as she was before. ----- The myriad of creatures that lived, trapped, within this prison ranged so wildly, it was impossible to say that the Egyptian gods were solely responsible for so many entrapments. However, one that was genuinely of their pantheon wandered the sandy waste for hours, hissing under (today) her breath as she wrapped her robes around her slim form tighter. Apep was furious. Had been furious for years now, not that she could tell, time passed so strangely here! But she wanted out. She wanted out. She wanted out. She wanted out. It was on one of these meandering walks that Apep came across a chunk of the land that belonged to one of the few she could bear talking to; most tossed her aside or out of their sight like the snake she was. But this one, this beautiful creature that made her so jealous but so happy too? No, Lilith was a good friend to Apep, and the chaotic god (even powerless as she was now) owed a significant debt to the first wife of humankind. Perhaps it was their mutual hatred of humankind, perhaps it was more to do with the admittedly demonic nature of chaos and Lilith having sway over most demons, but Apep relaxed in a way she hadn't done in, well, ever around her. "Lilly! Oh, Lilly, you wouldn't believe how nice out it is today, a million degrees in the shade and a billion in this fake sun!" Apep called out, flopping onto the ground lifelessly. Apep was one for dramatics at all times. "I long for the soothing waters of the Nile." Elsewhere, not far off from another few denizens of their mutual prison, an eerie set of paws padded across the dirt, claws digging into the ground with every step as bright yellow eyes looked around. The starved demon let out a whine and dropped to the ground, the feline body fading down into a similarly skinny, jaundiced woman's body as she curled up as her stomach growled and gurgled desperately. There were no corpses to eat here, and she was so hungry. Nanako let out a whine and curled up into a ball, dragging her fingers through the dirt near her body as she tried to stand up. But she had no energy and she just flopped down again, sunken eyes shutting as she let out a desperate whine. |
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| Miranda | Jun 11 2017, 05:12 PM Post #14 |
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Anubis was silent for a moment or two, then in his usual calm measured voice, he replied. "I have known you for some time, as you know, Thoth," he said. "Cuz of this, I know that you would not be mistaken about something like this. If you are concerned, then I am, too. This is not a simple dream." ~~~ Lilith had been banished to behind the veil for longer than she cared to imagine, and by now, she was resigned. She wasn't happy, but at least she was content. Lilith had been, while on Earth, a beautiful woman and now she was no less beautiful a demon. She had refused to submit to Adam so had been banished. Lilith could not accept Adam's rule that women were inferior to men, and she still did not see how that was a crime that merited what had happened to her. Lilith had long platinum blonde hair, pale skin and violet eyes. Her dragon wings were dark purple, her curved horns jet black, as was her barbed tail. Normally, Lilith dressed in sexy outfits in order to best show off her voluptuous body; right now, she wore a low cut black top with matching shorts, and black thigh high boots with three inch heels. As Apep approached her, Lilith turned and smiled at the snake. "Yes, isn't it?" she smiled, offering Apep a glass of blood red wine. She considered Apep to be the best friend she'd ever had since arriving here. ~~~ Nearby, a skinny young woman walked thru the wasteland. She had long, shaggy black hair that fell to the middle of her back, deathly white skin and red eyes that were so intense that they burned. Her hands were tipped with long, claw like nails and behind her blood red lips were canine fangs. She had upright dog ears and a tail, which hinted to her other form, that of a huge black dog with flaming eyes. This was Black Shuck, at least, that was her official title. Her real name was Yeth, and she considered Nanako a friend, in defiance of the old story of cats and dogs constantly fighting. When she heard her friend cry out, Yeth was by Nanako's side as soon as she could. She stretched out a hand to help the demon cat up. |
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| Queenie | Jun 30 2017, 12:01 PM Post #15 |
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Tina blinked as she heard her phone chime, checked it, and saw an e-mail. She was about to shrug and swipe it away when she saw it was from Helena. As it was hard to understand a one-sided phone conversation, Tina decided to open it and read it. "Tina, met a big guy I think is a god. How do I test that again? I mean, his name is Harley Montero, he works with fire/glass, he's big and has a prostetic (or however you spell it) leg. Message me back when you can!" Tina snorted softly at the message and slowly typed a reply so as to not hit any wrong buttons on her phone: "It's 'prosthetic', Helena. You should know that, it comes from the Greek prostheticos, which has theta in it (surprised my phone doesn't seem to have that symbol). Anyways, the easiest way would be to use a part of the sword that sealed the reincarnation spell to unlock his memories, but I take it you're somewhere in Europe. As it is, you may have to try to catch him pff guard with some Ancient Greek, see if he can respond. Also, Tom had some sort of prophetic dream concerning the Fabric. We don't know much as of yet, but plese be on alert. I may call you... after I get some sleep." She read over it real quick, corrected the "pff" to "off" and the "plese" to "please", then hit the send button. ~ How long had it been? F***, there was no real way to keep track here, was there? Lucifer ran his thin hand through his black hair, which fell despairingly straight. Frowning, he sought out a mirror and- yep, straight! "UGH! Why did I have to be cursed with such limp, boring hair?" he muttered as he set about to curl his hair to fall in properly chaotic waves again for the umptillionth time. At first, he had actually made a mark on a notebook to keep track of how often he did this, knowing he had to do it every two months or so, but then he had remembered that a pocket dimension such as this did not necessarily line up with the time of his home dimension. As his hair soaked in his special curling recipe, he worked to line his eyes, which were overlarge and dark blue. Without dramatic makeup, he looked like a sweet little puti. But Lucifer was a proud Seraph, six wings and all, thank you very much! Thus armed for the day with proper makeup and suitably dark attire, Lucifer put away his little mirror and began to wander in hopes of finding a fellow prisoner; it was long past time to get out of here. He had a kingdom of the damned to rule, after all. ~ Hunger pervaded every bit of Livia's being. So much so she could scarce walk. But there was no food to be found, not in this arid wasteland. Only her immortality kept her from wasting to nothing, but nothing would be preferable to such pain. Sometimes the pangs got so severe she fell to her knees and dry heaved. She would lay there again, praying for death, her dishwater brown hair spread around her bony and pale form like a blanket. Every time, she groaned and rose to stumble along again. The wastes produced no lost souls. There was never the sound of laughter to follow. The mere thought of a child's laughter made her mouth water with need. As a Striga, Livia fed on the souls of the innocent, particularly children. And in this land of empty damnation, none with such pureness of heart could be found. |
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| Wolfie | Jul 3 2017, 11:32 PM Post #16 |
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Thomas made a bit of a face. Oh, Anubis, reliable and honest as ever. ... and to the point. "Thanks, buddy, I'd hoped for some reassuring maybe this one time it was a dumb nightmare," he said dryly, chuckling. "Look, I'll call you back in a few hours. I've been awake for at least thirty six hours straight, Tina for longer, maybe. Go ahead and give Bastet the message for us... and to keep an eye out on anything weird in her neck of the woods. Hope your day goes well." Thomas hung up and looked at Tina as she edited and fixed the email and he couldn't stifle a chuckle at the tiniest typos she fixed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead. "Let's get some sleep, Tina." ----- Kali tapped her fingers against her desk as time passed, seeing patients as they came and went, but eventually, she couldn't stand sitting idle and stood up, grabbing her cell phone from her bag and tapping out an email. Isis, I know it's been a number of years since we spoke in person - mostly just emails, I know - but I'm going to be in the U.S. in a few days for a medical conference near your studio and I wanted to know if you had any time at all to meet up for lunch to catch up? Your show's a hoot, by the way, never miss an episode. How's Ossy and the kids? I know you don't approve of Lexi's hobbies, or her music tastes, but I've got some tickets for her for her birthday. Figure it's well overdue for Auntie Kali to actually make good on those birthday presents she owes. XP Hope to hear from you soon, Dr. K. Sangha, M.D., Ph.D. Kali stared at the email for a bit before re-writing it. As much as she wanted to see how Osiris and the kiddos were doing, she doubted Isis wanted to see her asking about them. She knew her friend well enough. Isis, I'll be in town near your studio for a few days this upcoming week and I wanted to know if you had time for a quick catch-up luncheon or brunch! I haven't seen anyone in years and you were the first person I thought of when I saw I had a conference in town near you. Xoxo, Kali Sangha There, that felt... Nope, still wrong! Kali groaned and hit her head on the wall, erasing the email again and resting against the wall after turning around. She couldn't believe she was still nurturing a stupid crush on the stupid wife of a stupid walking-corpse king! A woman that didn't even like other women, a woman that- that had openly said how much she hated people like Seth... and, indirectly, like Kali. Even if she still had her husband, now across a sea in England cooking away like a madman as he always had, their relationship had loosened. Shiva (going now by the simple name of Sean) had a girlfriend, a beautiful waitress that even Kali thought was adorable. Kali... had never really felt more alone. She let out a sigh and stared at her phone for a moment, before typing out the email one final time: Isis, Lunch in a few days? I'l be in town for a conference. Your friend, Kali Sangha She hit send and let out a sigh of relief, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands as she grimaced. Gods, why did she adore Isis so much!? The woman was abrasive... succinct, and persuasive, and incredibly kind when she wanted to be. Kali looked up at the TV as the show came to an end and she made a face. "I'm so doomed." ----- Apep was extremely jealous of Lilith's fashion sense. More than anything else, Apep lacked style. She got up with the demon's help and took the offered glass; the liquid inside changed to... boba tea? as she knocked it back, humming happily. "Mmm, that's the stuff," she grinned at her. "So Conquest's almost got his stupid little door open. But we've got a setback, I suppose. Death's too attached to the boy. I'm starting to feel a bit suspicious." ----- War was bored. He often was, most days, because what little fights did occur never ended in the bloodshed he so dearly craved. But today? Today he rather favored the company of a specific Seraphim he'd managed to befriend here in the lost wastes of time itself. The gargantuan man made his way through the space, loudly (and sounding drunk while he was at it) singing an old battle song from his much younger days as he idly let a chain swing in one hand. His reliable weapon could take many forms, most commonly a massive axe meant for battle, but today he favored something simple to fidget with. "Lucifer!" War called out, peering into the distance. "My friend, we must talk! I have news, though whether it is good or bad is up for debate," he chuckled, his laughter echoing across the wastes. ----- Nanako flinched at first when she heard footsteps so close to her, but when she realized it was only her friend Yeth, she grabbed her hands and got up, hugging her quite limply and letting out a sob, "There's no food here!" Distantly, the cat heard the sad, hungry groans of a Striga and she could only feel the worst pangs of empathy. "There's really no food," Nanako muttered angrily, clamping both hands against her ears. ----- Ah, the beach - a blissful, serene sight after such a terrible flight. The older man gazed at the open ocean with a smile on his face, his bag over one shoulder as he walked across the smooth, black sands of Reykjanes' most beautiful beach. Well, it was beautiful to the old god, at least. Serene, silent, not another soul in sight and the cool weather was perfect for the man so used to hot weather. Anansi threw his beach towel down close to the water's edge and got comfortable after putting up his umbrella, settling back on his elbows and just relaxing for the first time in what felt like centuries. He wasn't wrong - so many years of so much turmoil in the home he so loved had exhausted him, and so many of his beloved human wives had begged him to take a break. He never had, and now, he felt as though he should've taken one of them on this thing called a vacation. But his most recent wife had passed away, and he was alone. Loneliness wasn't an unwelcome feeling, not now, not after spending a minimum of a solid forty years surrounded by the dead, dying, and needy. Oh, well. If things truly were so bad, he could always relocate. His tale had spread across the world over the many millenia he'd been alive, he could comfortably settle anywhere. He wondered if those in the southern States of the U.S. would mind him - well, chances are considering how the South was, maybe that was a bad idea. He examined his nails briefly, thinking - most humans really hated spiders anyway, they would be rather alarmed if he walked down a street with his many legs to stretch them out. Yes, he was deliberately ignoring the blatant racism that had spoiled the country for so long. He groaned and rubbed his face. So much for relaxation! 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| Queenie | Jul 11 2017, 08:15 AM Post #17 |
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Tina groaned and nuzzled Tom back after the kiss. "Ohhh, yes, please! I feel more zombie than anything else, at this point," she replied before rising with a groan. "I'll wish Toby a good day at school before resting, but aside from that, I'll wake for nothing less than Ragnarok." With that, she took her husband's hand and lead him upstairs. She knocked once upon Toby's door. "Have a good day at school, okay? We're gonna sleep, but I promise we'll keep you up to date with everything." ~ Lucifer turned and blinked at the larger man. Lucifer stood at a whopping five feet and six inches, and did not compare to War in stature even remotely. He was a whole lotta power condensed into a fairly compact body. He smirked. "News, you say? Or are you just bored?" he put his hands on his narrow hips. Lucifer had no weapon on hand; he summoned it only when he had need of it. ~ Harley Montero went home and had to sit to take off his shoes. This was always a bit harder to do on the prosthetic, but he was so used to it that he shifted his hands just the right way to do it with ease. He had, after all, grown up like this. The doctors had said that the umbilical cord had gotten tangled around his leg while he was still developing, cutting off the flow of nutrients to his right leg and preventing it from developing properly. As such, he always got awkward when people asked him what happened; this was his normal, as far as he was concerned. Aurora Montero heard him come home and went to him. "Hey, babe, wanna come look at something? I need a second pair of eyes." Harley looked down at his teeny tiny wife and chuckled. "Another jewelry project?" She beamed. "You bet! Anyways, I need to pick out what stone colors look best..." He smiled and followed her, prepared to debate about the virtues of a raw amethyst versus a nice polished tiger's eye, or whatever she was having a hard time with for the rest of his evening. Good thing he liked it, and had a good eye for design. |
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| Miranda | Jul 16 2017, 03:13 PM Post #18 |
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While the cameras rolled, Isis wore a permanent smile. However, once her show was over and she was nestled in the front seat of her sports car, the facade dropped. Isis sighed heavily and put on a pair of sunglasses as she began her journey back to the smart town house where she lived with her husband and her daughter. "My perfect life," Isis thought, sadly. "The perfect wife, with the perfect husband and the perfect daughter, living in our perfect house. Too bad that no-one will ever know exactly how much of a farce that is." Isis was hiding a secret, one that she'd kept for countless centuries. Before, like back in the old days, Isis hadn't even been able to reveal the fact that she didn't actually fancy men at all, but only wanted women. She had pushed her desire aside, as it was her duty as a goddess to marry Osiris and bear his children. Of course, she did love Osiris very much, but it was a different kind of love that Isis yearned for, a love where she could finally truly express her desire for a beautiful woman who returned that love and desire. Isis had long since suspected that Osiris was cooling towards her. Despite knowing this, Isis had so far done nothing to try and stem that cooling. Appalled at herself for not doing anything to keep her husband, Isis had taken a good hard look at herself and had finally been able to admit that it wasn't Osiris who she wanted to love her at all. That accolade belonged to a certain Indian goddess. At that moment, Isis' phone beeped, informing her that she had mail, so she pulled over into a layby and checked her phone, feeling a sudden burst of happiness when she saw who'd sent the email. Lunch might not be the romance that she wished for, but it would be better than nothing; Isis didn't believe that there was any hope of Kali ever being more to her than a friend she valued. Feeling a burst of recklessness, Isis tapped out a message and sent it before she could change her mind. Differently worded to her usual short, sharp and to the point emails, Isis hoped that Kali would read between the lines and see the real message there. Dear Kali, Lunch sounds fab; we really need to catch up! How about that little Italian on Week Street? Let me know, babe. Love, Isis. x ~~~ Lilith nodded in agreement. She too had noticed something about Death's attachment to his son, something that Lilith, who hated children, found impossible to comprehend. "He needs to forget about his brat for a while and concentrate on the important stuff," she replied to Apep. "Like getting that damned door open so that we can all be free. I have scores to settle, especially with that simpering bitch Eve." Lilith had no love for Adam, but had she remained his wife, she was sure that she could have created mankind in a better way. Such as being more subservient to the more powerful gender, females, for example. ~~~ Yeff comforted her friend as best as she could. She too could hear the Striga. "There's nothing here for any of us," she muttered. "None of us deserve to be here. All I did was feed on the evil people who did not deserve to be alive for what they had done." As Black Shuck, Yeff had literally hounded her chosen victims to the brink of madness, before killing them. She had deliberately chosen people who had done bad things, yet she had still ended up here! Where was the justice in that? ~~~ The black mare groaned, just once and stretched out her sweat soaked neck to rest it on the straw. A petite woman sat down besides the labouring mare and whispered words of power into the horse's trembling ear while simultaneously caressing the white stripe down the mare's forehead. "Not long now, beautiful," the woman whispered. "Soon, all this will be over. Be without pain, without care, without stress. Relax, and soon your wonderful foal will be here." As if by magic, the straining mare calmed down and relaxed, her ears standing up and her head raising from the straw. She gave a whinny deep in her throat and nuzzled the woman beside her. It did not take long before there was a sorrel filly wriggling in the straw for the mother to lick. The woman stayed by the mare until she was sure that everything was fine, then she left the stable, murmuring words of reassurance to the mare's anxious owner. This sort of thing, Phillipa Morris was used to. With short cropped black hair and jade green eyes, Phillipa was oblivious to the looks of admiration she got from others. To the dedicated horse vet, her job was everything to her. She checked on her next job; a visit to a rescue centre. Shouldn't be too difficult; Phillipa had a knack for caring for horses, almost as tho she had an affinity with them and could speak their language. |
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| Wolfie | Jul 16 2017, 05:22 PM Post #19 |
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Tobias looked up from his laptop, shutting it and sticking it in his backpack. "I'll see you guys when I get back from school this afternoon. Don't do anything without me," he warned mostly as a joke... but also because he didn't want to get stuck alone while they ran off to save the world again. Thomas scooped Tina up in his arms without too much struggle - the rail-thin man was a lot stronger than he looked. "Come on, you." He kissed her cheek and headed upstairs, setting Tina down in the bed and getting in next to her without changing his clothes. Oh well, they'd get cleaned eventually. He nearly immediately began to doze off, but not before wrapping an arm around his wife. ----- War laughed, booming laugh echoing across the wastes. "A bit from column A and row B, my friend!" He always got his metaphors wrong. "No, Lucifer, there is news indeed. Conquest is only a few days away from breaking us out now." He grinned, but it faded. "But my nephew's in a bad state. Death says he's in what's called a psyche acting ward. High security, bad stuff. Bad dreams." War was fond of his strange nephew and had made a point to spend as much time around him as he could. Conquest, not so much. "But there's a lot of other things. Conquest is pushing it too fast. Even I can see that. Sometimes brute strength isn't the way. Isaac's too weak to finish the patterns alone." He huffed. "But that weird dok-ter woman could be the key. If... she were to put the notes he writes together just right, then that might be enough to break us out?" he asked dubiously, unsure of his own line of thinking. He knew he wasn't the brightest, but for once he was fairly on the mark. ----- Kali perked up when her phone went off and she picked it up, reading it over. Given the emails they'd shared over the years, the tone of this one was markedly different and Kali picked up on it immediately. "...!" She bit her lip though. What if Isis was just happy to hang out with her... as a friend. Her happiness squealed out of her like a sad, untied balloon and she slumped in her chair a bit. "... damn this to hell, we're going to lunch," she grumbled, firing an email back: Isis, That sounds so good! I'm so tired of French food. So much carbs, carbs are great but good ME if I eat another baguette I might turn into one. I'll see you then, I'll email you when my flight leaves! Yours, Kali o ----- "I don't think she's even around anymore. Hell, Adam and Abel and Cain certainly aren't." Apep sipped her bubble tea and tilted her head. "I mean, if he wants to take care of his son, fine, but like... it's taking a long time. Hurry it up, yeah, basically." She rolled her eyes and looked around over the wastes behind her. "The minute I'm out of here, I..." She hesitated visibly. "... I don't know." ----- "I just wanted food when I was alive! It's not my fault." Nanako sniffed and hugged Yeff harder. ----- Bethany winced as she watched the horse thrash around in the on-site stable; there was one horse, an angry raging chestnut gelding, that they hadn't been able to calm down. This one had been through the worst of the abuse and wouldn't let anyone near. "Please, please, Phillipa, get here quick," she groaned, rubbing her face. This veterinarian, she'd been told, was a miracle working horse whisperer. She damn well hoped so. |
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| Miranda | Aug 8 2017, 06:53 AM Post #20 |
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After performing the encore, Horus and his band finally left the stage to cheers. Backstage, a gaggle of reporters, hangers on and groupies were waiting. Horus was immediately targeted; after talking to the reporters for a little while, he dismissed them to go and talk to the other band members while he honed in on the prettiest girls. One was a blonde, the other had dyed pink hair, and both were wearing mini skirts and halter tops. Both giggled as Horus put an arm round each girl and steered them both to the couch. He opened a bottle of champagne and filled several glasses. Horus lay back against the sofa cushions and thought about the upcoming end of tour party. It was always a bash to remember; the cream of the celebrity crowd were invited, along with several groupies and wannabes who were desperate to get into the music scene. Smirking, Horus took out his phone and tapped out a text to Thoth. Hey Thoth, party going down at the usual place, wanna come? Horus always invited Thoth to his parties, and just as regularly, Thoth turned the invitation down, which Horus expected. However, it was a kind of tradition with him to invite his friends as well as his family along. Sometimes the others came, but never Thoth. Still, Horus would have felt bad not to send Thoth an invite. ~~~ Isis read the email from Kali and smiled to herself. She had chosen the Italian bistro for a very good reason; the restaurant had private booths which could be booked in advance. Isis planned to do so, cuz what she wanted to tell Kali was something that she didn't want overheard, to be kept between the two of them. Isis was tired of pretending, tired of putting on an act of the perfect wife and mother, tired of living a lie. This was in fact the real reason she disliked Set so much nowadays; nothing to do with what had happened in the past at all. It was more to do with the way that Set was happily married to Josh and able to be open about his sexuality in a way that Isis never allowed herself to be. Well, it was time now for a change. Time to let the past go and finally be herself. She sent off an email, warmly thanking Kali and saying how much she was looking forward to lunch, then picked up her phone to make the booking. ~~~ Phillipa carefully pulled into a layby to check her phone for her next appointment. She was booked up in advance; customers would phone ahead and pay to hold a spot for her to come and care for their horses. She had seen all sorts, from mares having difficult labours like her last visit, to badly abused horses who would not let anyone near them due to all the horrors they had suffered at the hands of their owners. Like her next visit, to a rescue centre. Phillipa simultaneously sighed and clenched her fists; it made her really angry to see what stupid, cruel and careless people did to horses. Some people just didn't deserve to be allowed near the beautiful animals, and if Phillipa had her way, they wouldn't be. She put her phone away and began to drive towards her destination. Soon, Phillipa arrived at the rescue centre. Speaking to a volunteer, she said, "Could you please get me the owner, please? I would like to speak with them before I start." The girl ran off to get Beth. |
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| Queenie | Aug 10 2017, 10:26 AM Post #21 |
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Tina laughed as she was scooped up. She knew well about surprising strength; they both had birds as their patron animals, after all. She has, on occasion, lifted him. The tiny goddess curled up into the embrace of her husband, glad to finally close her eyes. She fell into an exhausted sleep. ~ Lucifer snorted. War was... interesting in his use of language. He listened closely to every word War said, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Actually, that might not be a bad idea," he said as the larger man finished. Realizing how vague he sounded, he waved a hand. "That is to say, sending suggestions to the doctor. As whispering suggestions into the ears of man is literally my specialty, I think I could do that. Let's go find the others and discuss the particulars with them." He straightened and prepared to walk, then remembered that War was more likely to remember where they had been last and paused. "After you, then." The Fallen One was impatient for his freedom, and impatient for vengeance against the one to trap him in the first place. Rules of non-interference be damned; no one messed with the Prince of Darkness and got away with it. ~ Livia heard the voice of others, and began to make her way over. Even if there was no relief from the eternal hunger, there would at least be relief from the loneliness. "Hello?" she called, seeing two figures take shape in the haze of dust as she crawled toward the voices. The Striga had no memory of how she'd even gotten here, just remembered waking alone in a cracked, gray wasteland. ~ Lily Bai sipped a fruit smoothie at an outdoor cafe, carefully watching the couple across from her through narrowed eyes. No words reached her ears, but she heard the argument in her very heart. Darling, he said in a tone laced with a burnt sweetness, just think of poor Jamie, won’t you? Who knows what might happen to her without her mom around. The young woman smiled back, but it was wan, shaky, and masked panic. It's only for two days, Hayden. Jessica just wants her big sister around to help out- She never got to finish as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. I told you that sister of yours is no good, that she's just using you. Don't you believe me? When does she ever offer to come over and help out? Lily watched the girl process his words, a poison force fed to her so that she might become dependent on him. Please... Lily thought, ...just ask for a miracle. I’m right here… just ask! Damn those non-interference rules! But Free Will was Free Will, and if the woman chose to stay in that relationship… well, Lily couldn’t force her out. Another human could, but not her. She bit her lip and looked around, hoping that someone, anyone with a compassionate enough heart could be nudged to move closer. Maybe that busboy…? |
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| Wolfie | Aug 11 2017, 09:50 AM Post #22 |
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Thoth managed to get a few hours sleep - Tina being a veritable furnace all times of year meant he slept well, even if were only a handful of hours at a time - and by the time he got a text from Horus he'd already half woken up again to sunlight peeking in through the curtains. He scooted over a bit, picking up his phone without dislodging his arm from around his wife too much and squinting at the screen over his glasses (which he'd forgotten to take off). First he saw the email from his ex-wife, seeing her worries about finding Hecate. While their friendship was far from what Ma'at hoped for, they were at least cordial with each other now and Ma'at no longer wished the worst on Tina at least. He fired an email back - You remember how to test that, right? - before pulling the notification tray down to read the text from Horus. Thoth sighed - he wasn't a partier, hadn't been one since his much younger days... and he was pretty sure Horus probably remembered what happened last time, he thought sourly. But Thoth always made a point to send a letter and some kind of gift (usually fancy booze) whenever one of the band's new records went live - it would feel strange not to congratulate Horus on something he'd actually worked on for once in his life. He sighed and sat up a bit, kissing Tina on the cheek. "I'm going to go see Horus about this, see if he'll talk sense with me on it." The skinny man slid out of bed, took a short shower to freshen up and changed into less wrinkled clothes that he was fairly sure he hadn't already worn this week. He stepped into his own office on the second floor and took a deep breath. Teleportation wasn't his strong suit, he much preferred driving or flying (either himself or on a plane) to where he wanted to go, but this was urgent and he wasn't sure if he was late on the mark for the party. Something startled him as he spoke the spell, a bird smacking into a window, making him stutter a bit, but he finished the incantation and disappeared in a swirl of blue. And reappeared, without much fanfare or even much splashing, in a hot tub. To the occupants, he'd simply appear in a blink of an eye - though Horus might spot the magic he used to transport himself at least. Tom looked rather annoyed at being in the hot tub to start with - he'd hoped he wouldn't end up anywhere he hadn't wanted to be, but he was also annoyed at who he'd landed in the hot tub with. "... Well, this isn't how I wanted to show up." ----- Kali had no idea what to do with herself for the rest of the day - even her patients noticed she was an excited, happy mood, such a cheery mood it was almost contagious! She managed to calm herself down by the end of her shift and, after saying goodbye to Amber and reminding her to have fun while the clinic was closed for a few days, headed home. She unlocked the front door of her small apartment and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it as she let out a happy peal of laughter. "Oh my gosh! She might actually like me!" Kali covered her face with a hand, giggling and feeling like the young girl she'd been when Shiva had first asked her to fight alongside him in the wars. "You're happy about something." Kali jumped, seeing Ma'at sitting on the couch in her living room. "Oh goodness, I forgot I gave you and your son a key," Kali sighed, rubbing her face. "He's away on a school trip, but I figured I would drop by, leave a few things for him and relax a minute." Ma'at smiled awkwardly at Kali. The two were good friends, but sometimes things got a little weird. "Who likes you?" "I... a friend," Kali said vaguely, glancing away. "You know I won't tell anyone, Kali. Come on, I brought wine. You've had your clinic for three years, it's a good night to celebrate." Ma'at picked up the bottle of wine she'd had hiding behind her - the actual reason she'd come over apparently. "If you say so." Kali grinned despite herself and grabbed a pair of glasses, sitting down next to Ma'at and getting comfortable. After a few glasses, Kali finally told Ma'at - and Ma'at picked her up in a hug and hugged her tight. "I knew it!" "Knew what-?!" Kali gasped, not used to bear hugs from Ma'at of all people! "You've always been sweet on her!" Ma'at chuckled and sat them both back down, ruffling Kali's long hair. "When are you going to tell her?" "I- I mean, we're meeting for lunch in a few days, but-" Kali couldn't stop stammering. "Breathe, Kali. It's only me." Ma'at smiled gently. "... I might be reading into it too much," Kali admitted. "But we've always been close friends. I was content with that, with her staying with Osiris all this time. It's ridiculous to think she might like me, she's straight." Kali knocked back the rest of her wine with a sigh. "Matters of the heart aren't so well-defined, Kali. You'd be amazed at what you can do when you're desperate to prove yourself to others." Ma'at drank her wine far more slowly. "Like start a textile empire?" Kali joked lamely. "Precisely." Ma'at chuckled sadly, but her smile faded. "I tried so hard to make Thoth love me, Kali, and I failed to realize that in doing so, I became the sort of person he couldn't stand. We were lovers in the beginning, but after we were married, I... lost myself. I forgot who I was. I've made amends where I can but I know I can never repair the rift I tore." She put a hand on Kali's shoulder reassuringly. "Be yourself when you talk to her. Tell her, Kali. If she does love you too, you just have to be prepared for the fall out when she and Osiris eventually separate. Unless you can convince them to stay together and just have an open marriage." "That'll never happen. But I've done harder things than support people in a divorce, Ma'at-" "Your relationship with her will be out in the open. Your clinic may suffer. People might think you're using her to be the next Dr. Oz. Your work as a soldier might come to light. Your marriage with Shiva and his own relationship with his girlfriend in England will be scrutinized." Ma'at watched the expressions on Kali's face change from mild annoyance to worry. "You must be prepared, Kali. For everything." "I've been through so much already, Ma'at. The opinions of the masses aren't going to sway me now." She pointed a finger at her. "Stop mother henning the mother goddess." ----- Beth turned away from the computer when the volunteer came in to get her and she wasted no time in going to meet Phillipa. Beth looked exhausted but pleased to see her and she shook Phillipa's hand firmly. "I'm glad you came so fast. I'm sorry it's sudden and that it probably pushed some of your appointments around, but we can't re-home this one if we can't calm him down." Something about Phillipa - was it just the air around her? - reminded her dimly of herself, but she couldn't place what exactly it was. ----- War laughed and clapped Lucifer on the back with a hand probably bigger than Lucifer's head. "This way, my small friend!" War's strides stretched long - after all, he was not a small man - and it didn't take long for them to find Death and the small boy in an approximation of a library full of books. Isaac had surrounded himself with literal piles of books and had his nose buried in a huge tome, but he looked up at the sound of War's heavy footfalls and perked up. "Uncle!!" "My growing lad!" War laughed and scooped him up, putting him up on his shoulders. Death smiled at the sight of this, glad at least one of his siblings wasn't forcing the task at hand... but the smile faded at the sight of Lucifer behind War. "Hello there, Light Bringer." He sounded tired as he snapped his book shut in a hand. "I suppose you're here to speed up the job?" "No, brother." War sat down on the floor. "He has an idea! Something that won't strain Isaac anymore." ----- Nanako turned her head, hearing Livia's faint voice in the wastes. "... Hello! We're here!" Nanako got up on her feet, starting to walk toward the source of the voice. Edited by Wolfie, Aug 11 2017, 09:53 AM.
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| Miranda | Aug 12 2017, 03:29 PM Post #23 |
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There was the sound of giggling, then a girl with hot pink hair wearing only a gold pair of bikini bottoms put an arm round Thoth. "Well, hello," she said with a smile. "Where did you spring from, cutie?" Nearby, Horus laughed at Thoth's unusual entrance. He was sitting next to a blonde girl wearing silver bikini bottoms. Both tops had been recklessly flung off with wild abandon moments earlier, and now hung on a nearby tree in a pot next to the hot tub. Horus wore swimming shorts and was holding the blonde close to him. He smirked at Thoth. "Nice of you to join us," he said. "How long has it been? Here, have a drink." There was a table on the other side of the hot tub with a bucket full of ice containing two bottles of Krug champagne, and several glasses, some full, some empty, others with dregs. Horus reached over and grabbed one of the few full glasses and offered it to Thoth. The girls clutched half empty glasses of their own, and giggled again. ~~~ Phillipa smiled at Beth in a way that she had found from experience worked well to calm nervous owners. "It's no trouble," she replied, warmly. "My last case took less time than I expected, and this was an urgent case, so I felt it best to come straight here. Just take me to the stable where my patient is. You can stay and watch, if you like, as long as you leave me to it as far as the healing goes." |
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| Queenie | Sep 24 2017, 06:22 PM Post #24 |
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Tina mumbled and went to reach out for her husband, only to find air. She groaned, wondering what time it was, and slowly sat up. As usual, her hair decided to stick up in ways to put some anime characters to shame, and she blinked her bleary gray eyes at the sunlight streaming through the room. She yawned and stretched her back almost like a cat, sighing in relief at the audible popping sound. She vaguely remembered her husband saying something about a visit to... someone. She crawled out of the bed slowly, then grabbed a brush which she used to wage war on her hair. Aphrodite had yelled at her more than once for hacking away at her hair as though it were her mortal enemy. To which Tina replied that it was, in fact, her enemy. Maybe she ought to just... shave it all off or something. As she finished her hair, she groaned out loud as the doorbell rang. Honestly, didn't people know she was a literal night owl? She grouched quietly to herself all the way down the stairs about stupid people coming at the damned brightest time of day for unexpected visits, then opened the door without any fanfare. Her frown deepened to a scowl when she saw none other than gorgeous, flawless Helena herself, all curves and curls, smiling at her. "Well? Get in here, then." Helena giggled and stepped inside. "Wow, girly, you must've just woke up." Tina groaned and rolled her eyes as she shut the door behind the taller woman. "Yeah. You mind letting me finish my wake-up routine? I can give you some juice, or something." "You have any matcha?" Tina wrinkled her nose. "That powdered green bitter nightmare?" Helena snorted. "Okay, any tea?" "Earl Grey," Tina replied as she turned away to head for the kitchen. She put the kettle on, then grabbed some floss as Helena sat. "Anything in it?" "Hmm, just honey, if you have organic." Tina snorted, but they did, in fact, have raw honey, as Tina liked the taste and thickness better. Soon, Helena had her tea, and Tina her shower. Tina held up a hand upon her return to prevent Helna talking, then poured herself some coffee, microwaved it, and sweetened it. She sat in silence, looking less like a member of the undead but still rather displeased to be awake at this hour, even if “this hour” was no less than noon. Helena tilted her head. "Sooooo... the spell... I forgot how to do it." Tina's eye twitched. "Already?" "Hey! It's been, like, at least five years since we last had to do it!" Helena protested. Tina sighed, stood, and grabbed a magnetic notepad and pen on the fridge. She returned to the chair, where her gray eyes looked up to Helena's. "You still have a pendulum?" When the brunette nodded, Tina began to scribble away on the notepad in silence, thin brows furrowed in concentration. She tore off a couple pages and handed them to Helena. You need the person in question (subject), or something personal to them i.e. a signature, bit of hair, etc, 2 purple candles (for crown chakra), lilac incense or flower to burn, or oil, or wand to wave, a hand-mirror and pendulum. If using oil, anoint the candles in oil before lighting candles. If flower/incense, burn in fire-safe dish. If wand, wave wand over candle flames and focus on emptying your mind for visions. If subject is present, cast protective circle and have them hold the mirror, and you the pendulum. Swing pendulum counter-clockwise. If not present, place representative item on mirror and circle pendulum counter-clockwise over item. Close eyes, go into deep meditative state, almost shedding the body. If subject is reincarnated deity, the memories will pour through strongly. If not, only faint echoes will show. Helena groaned. "I hate all this complex stuff with the weird and specific materials- where are you going?" She stopped as Tina stood abruptly and walked off. She stared in confusion until Tina came back with supplies. "I assume you have a hand mirror, at least, or can afford one and a metal dish," she said. "Geez, I thought you weren't a gardener." Tina rolled her eyes. "That's why I stay stocked up with the dried stuff. I'm not a big spell-caster myself, but one should always be prepared." Helena frowned for a moment. "You sure you don't wanna come with me? Heph was your buddy, right?" Tina shook her head. "I think I'll be needed here." The model nodded her head and stood. "Okay, well, thanks. I'll just use the little paper he signed when I commissioned him privately." Tina nodded, and they said their goodbyes before Helena left. ~ The small Fallen strode with a confidence and speed that belied his stature, right up to the one being that actually sometimes made him cringe: Death himself. But there was no raised hair, no closed-off posture, or even rushing heart to indicate this. He had had a lot of practice to master his emotions by now, and was called a prince among liars for very good reason. He gave Death a toothy grin. "Yes. Why make him do all the work, after all?" Step after careful step, he came closer, dark eyes unreadable. "Even from here, my influence stretches far. I was not His favorite for nothing." He paused for a dramatic moment. "All mortals can hear my whispers even from here, encouraging them to give in to their deepest desires... but I can always change the tune." He took a seat and lounged in it, sprawled out to make himself appear larger than he really was. "That doctor of his has been hard at work as well. It could prove to be a simple thing to nudge the doc in the right direction. Some whispers, some dreams… then, we may yet get out all the faster." His grin widened, and this time reached his eyes, but it was nonetheless quite an unpleasant thing to behold on such a cherubic face. ~ Livia gasped as she heard the echoes of a return call. Unable to call any louder for her lack of strength, she instead scrambled as fast as she dared toward them, making a lot of noise in the process. She was on all-fours like an animal, desperate for company after an eternity spent in solitude. When at last she came upon two others, she was so relieved she offered only a sob in greeting and collapsed. |
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| Wolfie | Sep 25 2017, 10:02 AM Post #25 |
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Thoth flinched marginally at the arm wrapped around him, looking more confused than anything else as he looked at the woman next to him. "Er, from the air," he said plainly, readjusting his glasses as he turned at the sound of Horus' laughter. "Yes, well, turns out being a professor means I have almost zero free time," he shrugged, gently dislodging himself from the pink-haired partier. He eyed the champagne glass but shrugged, taking it and sniffing it before just holding it awkwardly over the water. "I don't suppose we can have a moment to talk in private, can we?" Tom asked - though, he doubted these girls would remember what the talk was even about. "There's something important we need to discuss." He took a sip of the champagne and managed to not make a face at the taste. The god preferred mixed drinks, to be honest, but this wasn't awful. "Congratulations on your tour finishing, by the way. You've done well for yourself." Thoth smiled at him. ----- Death knew well that most creatures in creation feared or were disturbed by him - but, he had to admit, the show Lucifer made at pretending he wasn't bothered was almost adorable. It was nearly convincing, even. Nearly. He sighed and set his book down. "It isn't my choice. Conquest is pushing as hard as they can." He looked over at his son and brother; Isaac had picked up a book and started reading to War, who was trying to look interested. Death actually smiled, a thin faint smile - he was sure that if ever he smiled fully, his face would snap into pieces. His gaze returned to the Fallen and frowned, narrowing his eyes. The idea was far better than he'd expected - and far less cruel, too, than forcing his own son to continue on like this. He rested his head on a fist, looking away from Lucifer and watching his son. He knew his son might not ever live a proper life outside of the mental hospital he was in, and this doctor had finally seemed to figure out how to help him... how hard would it be to convince the doctor to let Isaac live elsewhere, and to come along to help him keep improving? Dare Death even say it himself, to let Isaac thrive? "I'll trust your judgement on this, Morning Star. We all want our freedom." He stood up and walked over to War and Isaac, resting a hand on his son's head and ruffling his hair. "My boy, we'll be meeting in the waking world, soon. Can you tell me where you are, so I may meet you and take you home?" Isaac tilted his head, looking confused. "Um. A hospital, I think in... Los... Francisco." "California State, then. Good. That will suffice enough." Death knelt down and hugged his son close. War pulled them close in a tight hug too, making Isaac laugh and joke that he was being strangled. ----- Beth nodded and lead Phillipa to the stable, opening the door and going in first before standing to the side of the door. "I'm staying in here for your safety," Beth added, crossing her arms and eyeing the nervous horse as it paced the stable. They'd had to find temporary shelter for the other horses in their care until this was dealt with. ----- Nanako caught Livia as she collapsed, trying to support her but she was so weak, herself, that she fell to her knees too. "It's okay, we're here, we'll be okay," Nanako sniffed a bit, hugging the striga. "You're just skin and bones!" Edited by Wolfie, Sep 25 2017, 10:03 AM.
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| Miranda | Oct 2 2017, 04:59 PM Post #26 |
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"Thanks, took a lot of hard work, but was well worth it," Horus replied, lazily. "And sure, we can talk. Just gonna be a few minutes, girls," he added for the benefit of the girls in the tub, who were well on their way to being drunk. "I'll be back; stay bad." Horus carefully climbed out of the hot tub, dried himself off and put on a dark blue dressing gown. The girls giggled in response and started playfully splashing each other, glugging from their rapidly emptying champagne glasses. Horus motioned to a stunning woman who was sitting on the side of the pool in a peach coloured bikini which showed off her tanned skin to perfection. She had long platinum blonde hair and big blue eyes, as well as an impressive figure. "Vixen, be a darling and look after things here," Horus asked her with a smile. Vixen replied with a nod and blew a kiss. Horus turned back to Thoth. "My PA," he said by way of explanation. "Vixen deals with the books, the accounts and all the day to day stuff that I just can't face. We can go talk in the den, just follow me." Horus led Thoth to a room that opened on to the pool area via two double french windows. Sounds of the party could faintly be heard from the huge room, once a ballroom, down the corridor from the den. There were two velvet sofas, a flatscreen TV so big that it took up one wall, and fake tigerskin rugs on the floor. Horus sat down on one of the sofas and motioned to Thoth to take a seat. "So, what's up?" ~~~ Yeff knelt down next to Nanako and Livia. She hadn't suffered from starvation as much as the others had, but she still felt the effects of the severe punishment that had been meted out to them, and she burned with anger at the utter unfairness of it. "Why do they feel they have the right to put us thru this?" she muttered. "They have to pay." ~~~ "That's fine," Phillipa murmured to Beth, speaking in a soft voice so as not to spook the obviously damaged horse in front of her. The horse pawed the ground nervously as Phillipa walked slowly up to his head; he trembled violently as she held her hands in front of her. Once in position, Phillipa forgot everything; Beth by the stable door, what she had to do later in the afternoon, everything faded away to be replaced by the trembling gelding in front of her. She was completely unaware of anything else but the need to heal and calm this horse. Her hands began to slightly glow and the horse's trembling slowed down. He stood as still as a rock, his laid back ears gradually perking forward as he listened, not to any of the background sounds, but to Phillipa as she soothed him in his own language, speaking the speech of horses in breaths and nostril flurries. Listen to me. Smell me, look at me, touch me, taste me. Am I not one with you? I mean you no harm, and nor do these kind people who are taking care of you. I know you have suffered, but those days are behind you now. You will be protected from hurt for the rest of your days. But I am afraid... I don't know if I can be strong enough. I will give you strength. Phillipa gently reached out with her glowing hands and placed one on each side of the gelding's head. The horse stood still as healing energy flowed from Phillipa's hands to his mind. Eventually, she put her hands down by her side, her knees shaking with exhaustion. She slid to the floor in a fluid movement, the gelding lying down next to her. Phillipa smiled and stroked the forehead of the now completely calm horse. |
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| Queenie | Dec 23 2017, 08:07 PM Post #27 |
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Aphrodite, goddess of love, hated magic. Well, okay, not really, just the structured kind. Circles of protection, a thousand ingredients, weird chants and symbols? Sooooooo not her! Her own brand of magic was instinctive, pure thought and emotion that poured out into the world and did as she wished. But her magic had limits, and spells like this one were used to fill the void. Sh--t, she even forgot how to do the circle. With a frown, she decided not to do it; what was left that could harm a goddess, anyway? The other awakened deities she knew of couldn't care less if she cast one tiny spell, right? She sure as Tartarus wasn't googling it again. Back in her lavish apartment, decorated in all sugary sweet pastels, she sat on the carpet in front of her oversize television. She had set her little golden hand mirror on the bare floor, the signed scrap on top of it, with the two candles on either side, one East and one West. She hated ritual magic, but knew enough to know that the path of the sun was important for time spells, and this was, like, a memory one. Hidden memories. A couple lilac petals sat on the dishes beside each candle. "Ugh, what do I even say? She didn't write that down!" Helena grumbled to herself as she got her lighter. She harrumped and sighed. She knew she had to ground and center, and thanked her human mother for taking her to Yoga classes. Breathe in, hold; out, hold; repeat. She was one with the air, she was nothing but willpower and her breath. She imagined any stray thought or energy not devoted to the spell leaking out and away, down into the Earth. Now ready, she opened her eyes. "Let us begin," she said, her rich voice filling the silent room. She clicked the lighter on, then lit the candle on the West side. "Let this, uh, represent the setting sun." She paused and cleared her throat, then moved to the Eastern one and lit it. "And let this represent the rising sun." She sat back. "We move in reverse, to, uh, reveal what has passed." Yeah, that sounded pretty good. She didn’t need to rhyme, right? She grabbed the petals for the western candle and waved them above the flame, then did the same for the eastern. "Lilac, to represent the lost memories." She set them down again and rubbed her hands together, finding them a little slick. Man, she was nervous. Was she messing this up? She picked up her pendulum made of rose quartz -associated with love, of course- and began to swing the pendulum counter-clockwise above the mirror. Helena cleared her throat. What to say, what to say...? Did it even matter, really? "Take this name, and turn back the clock, my pendulum, the key to unlock latent memories, buried in time hidden within this man's mind. A mirror to see what lies beneath, to reflect a truth trapped down deep, and show me an identity long since lost, to undo reincarnation's recurring cost." Helena waited. And waited, eyes closed. "Nothing, really-?" She opened her eyes and gasped as it was not the mirror, but the television displaying images: her and Hephaestus getting married; him catching her cheating yet again; the two of them quietly talking about something; him moving on at last to a little pixie-looking woman with a dimply grin. The screen flickered off, and she rubbed her arms. "Well, that's definitely him, then," she muttered as she got up and began to clean up. She remembered that other goddess as Aura, goddess of breezes. She had finally convinced Heph to move on, as neither of them had wanted the marriage. Damn Zeus and his deciding what was best. After the remains of the spell were cleaned up, she sent Tina a text, saying that the guy was, in fact, Heph. ~ "I don’t remember how I got here," Livia admitted in a quavery voice. "Only that I’ve been here so long..." she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. ~ Lucifer watched the tender moment with a frown so slight it was easy to miss entirely. When Death was done talking, he nodded. "When should I start? And you'll have to let me know if you want any specific hints or messages." Honestly, he just wanted out at this point, regardless of how it was done. This method was just the easiest, he could care less about the damage to anyone else involved. He'd never dare say such, since Death's own child counted among the list of those involved, but Lucifer was such a selfish creature he could hardly work up enough energy to care for anyone else much. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 28 2018, 09:07 PM Post #28 |
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Tom followed Horus out of the hot tub, not bothering with a towel. He'd dry himself in a moment anyway. "A pleasure," Thoth said to Vixen, and meaning it. Thoth still enjoyed meeting new people in this mortal world and he had noticed this woman with Horus on a few occasions. The spacious (too spacious) home made the god of words feel distinctly exposed, and Thoth rubbed his thumb against the stem of his glasses as he politely shook his head "no" at Horus' gesture for him to sit. "I must be off shortly. There are others I must speak to on this. You, as still the reigning King of our Pantheon, are the first to hear this." He let this hang for a moment in the air - Thoth rarely came to Horus about much outside of the occasional mishap. Then, in a quiet and disconcerted tone, he told Horus of his nightmare. Using what magic he felt safe using here, he was able to reconstruct the images he had seen on the TV. When he was done, he looked shaken and finished off the champagne despite his earlier protests to the beverage. After work moment, Thoth added in a quiet voice, "I examined every thread of the Fabric. There are no flaws, no tears, Horus. But the vision was too clear. They are coming for us. For this world we must now call home. And I haven't the foggiest notion of where they're going to escape from." ----- "Once we're out," Nanako insisted, hugging them tighter. She repeated the words again in a whisper, mostly to herself, before burying her face in one of their shoulders. ----- Beth fiddled with the amulet she wore around her neck, watching Phillipa approach the horse. The other volunteers had kept their distance from the stable and for good reason up until now. "Wait a second," Beth muttered, her eyes widening when she saw the faint glow. The language of horses was foreign to the cat goddess, yet in that moment she knew exactly who she was looking at before he. But her name! What had it been so many years ago? As Phillipa slowly dropped to the floor, the horse joining her, Beth stepped close carefully. "Doc, you alright? You look so drained." Beth knelt down next to her, gently taking her wrist and feeling her pulse - and feeling traces of a magic that ran parallel to herself. ----- "As soon as possible," Death said shortly. His sudden abruptness's source became apparent as he stood - Isaac was gone once more, having woken up in the mortal realm once more. "We will need to close it behind us. There are unsavory things in here with us." He spoke primarily of the striga. Before his son had been born, Death had scarcely paid attention to creatures like her. Now she made his skin crawl. |
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| Miranda | May 10 2018, 03:34 PM Post #29 |
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The Godmother
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Horus had matured considerably since the time when the deities had first arrived in the modern world. Despite being the frontman of a famous rock band, and receiving considerable adulation and admiration whereever he went, Horus was more adult than he had been before, due a lot to the calming influences that Helena and, later, Vixen had had in his life. Horus had met Vixen at a party and afterwards, had naturally taken her to bed. Vixen had agreed to come to Horus' hotel room tho at first she had had no intention of going any further; not cuz she didn't want to, but she was still saving up for gender reassignment surgery. Much to her surprise and delight, Horus had shown that he didn't mind in the slightest. Horus was of course bisexual, tho he still hadn't informed his parents of the fact and took pains to conceal it. In any case, he told Vixen that she was beautiful and offered her a job as his PA. Later, he had introduced her to Helena and the two had become friends. Horus had paid for Vixen's surgery and as his PA, she was indispensable to him. He looked at Thoth with concern. "Maybe someone is going to break out from inside," Horus said after thinking over what Thoth had told him. "Do we have any idea as to who or what is in there, apart from Apep?" ~~~ Phillipa looked up at Beth and smiled. "I'll be fine in a moment," she replied, stroking the gelding's nose. "This just takes it out of me, but it's always worth it to see the good that I can do to help horses like this fellow. I've always felt an affinity to horses, ever since I was a little girl." ~~~ Lilith approached the little group, her eyes flashing fire. "I see that there are others here who were unjustly imprisoned here," she said. "This has to stop... and those responsible must be punished." Yeff looked up in shock. Tho she of course knew Lilith by sight, until now, the demoness had never spoken to any of them. |
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| Queenie | Jun 15 2018, 09:34 PM Post #30 |
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Hot Lips
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Tina was tired, Tina was strangely nauseous, and she was wondering if she ought to let her husband spread news of the dream, or to let Thoth do it himself. Plus, there was the matter of Hephaeustus... Was there any real point to awakening more gods? Dizzy and still nauseous, she sat down. What in the fresh Tartarus? She never really got sick, now was certainly not a great time to start. She curled up into a ball on the couch, got out her phone, and hesitated. The small woman took a steadying breath, and called Remy. - "I'll start with a dream as soon as the doc falls back to sleep, then; it's best to start subtle. Mortals have to think these things are their own idea," Lucifer said. He stretched and cracked his neck. "Until then, I think this... meeting... is adjourned, n'est-ce pas?" - Livia looked up and gasped. "Mother of demons..." she murmured, then bowed. She knew to respect one with such power as Lilith. "I am honored by your company." To the Striga, a strong figure of feminine rebellion like Lilith was almost holy in nature. She would follow this demoness through this Abyss and beyond, if asked. |
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