Dark Night of the Gods

Origins of the End Part 1

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Origins of the End Part 1::
The council has been called. Coatlique, as you will one day be named, your children have grown unruly. Mad. You’ve been courted by those who seek to destroy all of you.

Fand, oh wee Fairy Queen, you’re just an attendant to these proceedings. You know, because your trickster god husband has totally always seen you as a meek little fairy. It’s why you know he can trust you to fuck things up the right way.
4:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Are there any specific things you’d like to know about your characters at this point?
4:49
(aaron.grey) ( 1) Has she interacted Cu Chulainn yet? 2) What kind of things is she capable of at her worst? 3) any specific instructions from Manannan?)
4:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Cu Chulainn has not been born yet, so no. Anything you’ve seen in a Disney movie by a villain, plus all Animal, illusion, and Fertility boons. Oh, and manipulation and dexterity.
4:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan however believes you’re more than capable.

Mackenzie Weaver
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4:52
And anything specific ol’ Coatlique has? Other than probably Stamina out the ass

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4:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Animal (snake, crocodile), fertility, magic, health, appearance.

Mackenzie Weaver
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4:54
Got it!

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4:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re all going to be meeting on the Brasille Isles, mythical lands currently claimed by (Atlantis), but often forgotten about. Coatlique, as they’re your lands, any preparations you make to host say… 7 gods and their attendants?

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:00
I suppose I’ll bring in some nubile boys/girls (by “some” I mean a lot). I’d say my children, but they’re kinda going nuts. Maybe slip a few in there that are less so. But otherwise draw on the attractive children of the other gods in my pantheon, so that they may serve the gods and their attendants. I’ll also ensure that a feast is prepared. Otherwise, I’mg rand and terrifying and not exactly known for my epic hospitality. I’ve done more than enough at that.
5:00
(So yeah, adding my attractive children to that).

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5:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, how about you? Anything you’d like to set into motion before people arrive?

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5:09
(aaron.grey) I’m going to make sure the area has been populated with a few animals here and there.
5:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not a problem. Snakes and crocodiles seem to be the name of the game here.
5:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Greeks and Tuatha. Who do you two want to see OOC?

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:13
I like me some Greeks! Though I like me some Tuatha too. Both are pretty.

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5:14
(aaron.grey) Danu, Aengus, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Ogum

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:15
Fuck you and your Hera
5:15
Morrigan, Apollo, Aengus, Lugh, Athena, ummm…

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5:17
(aaron.grey) iris

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:18
oh oh oh PERSEPHONE trolol MANNANNANANANANNA

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5:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Alright, I’ve decided. Cut this down to 6. I think I can run that many.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:22
Okay so: Danu, Aengus, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Ogum, Morrigan, Lugh, Athena, Persephone, Mannaananananananan
5:22
Cut one!

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5:26
(aaron.grey) Danu, Apollo, Hera, Morrigan, Athena, Manananananan
5:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, there’s something strange. Your great seer, the Morrigan, has come to the island a day early. She’ll be here when the Dodekatheon arrive, Bright Apollo (unf), wise Athena, and the stern Hera in her finery.
5:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They speak for a while, the Morrigan and Athena often cutting each other off as if they can finish the entire conversation without the others.
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then along the shores comes the great boats of Mannanan and Danu.
5:31
(aaron.grey) I’ll glean what I can before I go to join my husband. I’ll come from the water, wrapping around his neck as he comes ashore.
5:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He leans into you, sharing with you his cloak so that mists hide you from their sights.
5:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan: “Who’s the greatest danger? Who needs to learn from their mistakes?”
5:36
(aaron.grey) I hiss at him. “The proud sun god is young and reckless. And the gray-eyed one pretends at seeing. Still, they all follow the queen. Watch her.”
5:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Choose a target and we’ll do our best to make sure they don’t get the best out of this,” he says with a playful grin. “But Hera’s mine.”
5:39
(aaron.grey) “Then make it the gray-eyed, drab thing.”
5:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You,” he bids before setting you free as a woman upon the sands.
5:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) A great many pretty beings come to bring you to what Coatlique has set up for you, which is…

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:46
Well, she’s a fae who likes animals (or so I think, anyway), and so I’ve set her up in an incredibly overgrown area, like the Amazon in a way—wild in the thick over growth, with animals scattered throughout. There a snake, there a crocodile, there some birds. I’d be concerned she’d think I was spying, but frankly I’ve got a better spy out there and I know she can control the animals just as well as I. There, too, are a few of my attendants—quiet, forever polite ones, because you never want to piss off one of the fae.

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5:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They walk out into your wild, untamed lands, Coatlique, and most are filled with wonder, beyond your spy and the bitch herself. Even the young Danu is obviously marveling over your splendor.
5:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera, however, takes one look at it and rolls her eyes. “There isn’t even a table. Where’s the culture?”
5:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny seems to think this is hilarious.
5:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu chides her cousin to quiet.
5:49
(aaron.grey) I make my way through the flora and fauna, smiling contentedly. I tell a few of the snakes to go and find Hera should she deign to stay the night in this place.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:50
Ah, Hera. I could have five thousand statues and there would be a problem. I lounge in a tree-throne, casually suckling a child (not monster-like, yet, anyway) on my breast. “Culture is in more than tables and art, Hera.”

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5:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks across the way, and in that moment, all are aware of which mother is more likely to kill a child, if not her own.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:52
I smile—a beautiful and terrible thing, cool and cannibalistic and perfectly polite all at once.

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5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena speaks diplomatically. “We’ve come to discuss the terms of your surrender.”
5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan speaks up. “No. We’ve come to demand it.”
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo finds Fand’s eye and gives her a wink, like he knew she’d look to him.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:53
That’s my girl. The best and the most ferocious. I watch them all coolly, as if waiting.

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(aaron.grey) I smile at the sun god, poor thing.
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “The small seeress is right.”
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu holds up her hands. “No blood will be shed tonight.” And just like that, her word is law.
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks pissed.
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan… where’d he go?
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “And what have you seen to bring you to the winning side?” he asks the Morrigan.
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “If you haven’t seen it, you fail your many glorious epithets.”
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No one’s going to end up with friends tonight.
5:57
(aaron.grey) I decide I like the dark one.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:57
I smirk a little bit at these back and forth barbs, casually dropping the infant into a hand and holding it out to the side so an attendant can grab it. I barely give it any time, but one is there. They always are. Before I go back to relaxing. “Surrender.” I say as if tasting the word. “A funny word.”

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5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo steps towards the dark one, but his hands can only force him to bow to the morrigan.
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu looks very, very smug.
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “Many words can be used, but the truth behind them can’t be perverted. You’re here because you plot to survive your heathen race’s downfall.”
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “Because you know I will kill you,” she tells her mother.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:02
“Oh I am.” I say then. My eyes drift to Morrigan, studying her for a moment, before dismissively moving back toward Athena. “I aim to live until the end, when you upstarts are thrown back down into the depths and replaced by the new, too. A cycle that happens over and over.”

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6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo turns towards her, shaking his head. “No. We’ll take (Atlantis) and destroy them all. I’ve forseen it.”
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan nods in agreement.
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu: “We seek only a homeland for our people.”
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera’s suddenly in a grander throne, surrounded by peacock feathers of all colors the mortal eye can see, and many they can’t.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:06
“The folly of the young to think they are immortal,” I say, dismissive. As if to emphasize my point, I immediately reach down and a moment later I’ve got another babe, red-faced, squawling—and a moment later I tuck it to my breast, without even seeming to pay much attention to it. A snake, wrapped around my leg, hisses irritably. My eyes glance to Hera, before looking to the others again. Poor girl. Has to try so hard to think she’s worth something. It’s like the struggle of a mortal right before he dies.

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6:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And the folly of a parent to think its children less capable of destroying its parents,” retorts Hera.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:07
“Something that’s only happened—what, five times for you?”

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6:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smirks. “Ah, but now there’s a prophesy. One that can be twarted.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:09
“Thwarting prophecies makes them come true all the stronger.” I say, obviously not giving a shit. I sit forward. “I tire of talking with a child who thinks she can avoid a cycle older than her.” My eyes roam then to focus on Athena, obviously dismissing Hera for her. “What are your demands in this?”

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6:09
(aaron.grey) Ah yes, their perpetual fear of death. Fools. I continue to coax the serpents on the edge of the land to come forward, climbing the trees around the gathering. Why should they suspect I’m not there with an appropriately demure expression on my face? I am, to foolish eyes. The snakes will occasionally snatch a bird like an owl from the air, coiling around it. We’ll see how the gray-eyed witch and her queen perceive the omen.
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena’s eyes settle on Fand. Enemies are born in that moment.
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) What are you stealing, Fand?
6:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “I have come up with a grand plan. One that no mind can unravel,” she says as simple fact.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:13
“Please, do not keep us on the edge of our seats,” I say, deadpan.

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6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “It’s at least a decent plan.” He sits on a golden throne beside the illusory fairy queen.
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena smiles. “You cannot be privy to it. Your mind is weak to the madness of your kind.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:16
I’d roll my eyes, but that would take more effort than I care to give for this lot. My eyes instead turn to the Morrigan, as I shift the baby to a palm and drop it into the arms of an attendant. “Your demands?”

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6:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan speaks quietly. “An army. One who will stop at nothing to achieve our goals.”
6:17
(aaron.grey) I’ll continue to roam along the periphery. I’ll snatch up a feather from Hera’s intricate throne. Manannan may be able to use it later.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:19
“Mm. Any more demands?” My eyes lazily roam the group.

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6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “Your heart.”
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Everyone, the Morrigan included, looks at her in shock.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:20
“My heart.” I say then.

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6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your heart, for with it, we have the heartsblood of all your children. With it, I will purge your line and your own madness by giving it to them,” continues Athena.
6:22
(aaron.grey) This gives me an idea. I slink away, heading back to slaughter an animal. I think a boar might be about the right size.
6:22
(aaron.grey) Or no, a crocodile. Yes, that will do nicely.
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can easily slaughter one. No one will even be any the wiser for it.
6:23
(aaron.grey) I take its heart.
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +1 Crocodile heart

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:24
“You will not purge my line,” I say then, calmly. “I will sacrifice my heart, but I will still live and I will bear children. In return for this so-called surrender,” I will simply call it but a brief time period in which I can sit back, “I wish to create a line—a pantheon of gods devoted to sacrifice and struggle, grown in the harsh wilderness of the jungles and rivers.”

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6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera, the spurned on, looks to Coatlique and smiles. “Of course you may have these things. If that’s what you want.”
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, you know how bad those words are.
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Coatlique, you do not.
6:26
(aaron.grey) I set something into motion. Something very small.
6:27
(aaron.grey) I need Apollo to draw his golden bow. He may not shed blood, but he will invoke Danu’s ire at the most dramatic moment, at the height of this deal. It will make the ideal distraction for me to replace the heart.
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “If we cannot use the magics to purge your children, war will destroy them all the more,” she cautions.
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So it started.
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan appears beside Fand, invisible to all but her. He hands her a golden apple. “Happy aniversary, my love.”
6:31
(aaron.grey) “You shouldn’t have,” I say, snatching the apple.
6:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s stolen.”
6:31
(aaron.grey) I trade him a peacock feather.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:31
I do not realize how bad the words are, but I do not care for Hera’s smile. I’m going to casually ensure that someone of my blood will destroy Hera down the line. Magic plz. I pop out another baby so it can tear my womb on the way out for some good ol’ blood. I transfer it to my breast. “Wars are at least interesting,” I say, dismissively. “And for each of my children you kill, you will bring your time closer to an end.” I shrug. “It is of no matter to me.”

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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan: “War is glorious.”
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu: “This bloodshed is meaningless.”
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “Athena, the plan will have to change.”
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo sighs.
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny laughs. “Oh, she’s already close to being broken.”
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena thinks all of three seconds, then looks to Coatlique. “Your children, those who sacrifice, they will sacrifice your other children to draw their power. The three have spoken. (Atlanteans) cannot be killed with such sacrifices.”
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny appears next to Danu. “The seas can sink many of your islands.”
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu goes not like this idea.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:37
I shrug to Athena. “Agreed.”
6:37
Because that will make my children who sacrifice all the more powerful.

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6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “My children will lead the way.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “I will fight the actual war with the newborns. My armies will feast upon their dead.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “I will send my arrows to kill those of our enemies.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He draws his bow…
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And earns Danu’s eternal ire thanks to violating a magic 1 spell.
6:40
(aaron.grey) Perfect. His goden bow will draw the attention of all gathered. I have come back, and with crocodile heart in hand, I’ll make the switch. Coatlicue, upon drawing out her heart as the price of this bargain, will look upon the golden streaks with the others, and then, in her hand, she’ll hold the heart of a crocodile.

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:42
I look to his bow then, and then turn my attention back to the others. “And in return for that, and for me continuing to live—thoe are what I ask. And then you can have your time in the light until it is time for you to be torn down.”

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6:43
(aaron.grey) No matter. She can even keep her cursed heart in her chest. I can become no larger than a tiny insect, worming my way up inside the mother of monsters. Hidden with me is the heart, and I’ll swap it for the crocodile’s.
6:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo gives 0 shits about Danu so he shoots it all. Hera looks to Manny. “And what do you bring to the table except what our own gods can do?”
6:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny smirks. “My wife, a queen among the fairies, will bring war to their allies, as the Aesir have begun war on the Vanir.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:48
Ah, dear Aesir.

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6:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu looks to appeal to Coatlique. “Could we not intermarry? Share the promised lands?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:50
You already have one of my brood in your number. I look to her: “I think no one else wishes for a peaceful route,” I say, respectfully. “And, unfortunately, that is not the way of the cycle. If you desired it, I could send some of my children who lack the madness with you.”

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6:51
(aaron.grey) I’ve had enough time to escape the monstrous womb with my prize. I’ll then take my place at Manannan’s side as they bicker.
6:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I would gladly take your family as my own to save lives,” says Danu with a sigh. Damned good-doers.
6:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks over the group. “Athena, you have done well. Now, I grow tired of these savages.”
6:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena sighs. “Yes, my Queen.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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6:54
I reach into somewhere—probably my womb, let’s b honest — and a moment later withdraw a knife, raising it to my chest, and expertly cutting it open, splititng the ribs in two to show off my throbbing heart. I reach up then, curling my hands around it, and tugging it free—before tossing it over to Athena.

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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena takes the heart in hand, and the thing is done. Her hands have taken on their blood, and now all that is left is for those beyond to die.
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Each of your characters can gain 15 xp](endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Origins of the End Part 1::
The council has been called. Coatlique, as you will one day be named, your children have grown unruly. Mad. You’ve been courted by those who seek to destroy all of you.

Fand, oh wee Fairy Queen, you’re just an attendant to these proceedings. You know, because your trickster god husband has totally always seen you as a meek little fairy. It’s why you know he can trust you to fuck things up the right way.
4:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Are there any specific things you’d like to know about your characters at this point?
4:49
(aaron.grey) ( 1) Has she interacted Cu Chulainn yet? 2) What kind of things is she capable of at her worst? 3) any specific instructions from Manannan?)
4:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Cu Chulainn has not been born yet, so no. Anything you’ve seen in a Disney movie by a villain, plus all Animal, illusion, and Fertility boons. Oh, and manipulation and dexterity.
4:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan however believes you’re more than capable.

Mackenzie Weaver
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4:52
And anything specific ol’ Coatlique has? Other than probably Stamina out the ass

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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Animal (snake, crocodile), fertility, magic, health, appearance.

Mackenzie Weaver
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4:54
Got it!

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4:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re all going to be meeting on the Brasille Isles, mythical lands currently claimed by (Atlantis), but often forgotten about. Coatlique, as they’re your lands, any preparations you make to host say… 7 gods and their attendants?

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:00
I suppose I’ll bring in some nubile boys/girls (by “some” I mean a lot). I’d say my children, but they’re kinda going nuts. Maybe slip a few in there that are less so. But otherwise draw on the attractive children of the other gods in my pantheon, so that they may serve the gods and their attendants. I’ll also ensure that a feast is prepared. Otherwise, I’mg rand and terrifying and not exactly known for my epic hospitality. I’ve done more than enough at that.
5:00
(So yeah, adding my attractive children to that).

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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, how about you? Anything you’d like to set into motion before people arrive?

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5:09
(aaron.grey) I’m going to make sure the area has been populated with a few animals here and there.
5:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not a problem. Snakes and crocodiles seem to be the name of the game here.
5:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Greeks and Tuatha. Who do you two want to see OOC?

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:13
I like me some Greeks! Though I like me some Tuatha too. Both are pretty.

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5:14
(aaron.grey) Danu, Aengus, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Ogum

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:15
Fuck you and your Hera
5:15
Morrigan, Apollo, Aengus, Lugh, Athena, ummm…

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5:17
(aaron.grey) iris

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:18
oh oh oh PERSEPHONE trolol MANNANNANANANANNA

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5:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Alright, I’ve decided. Cut this down to 6. I think I can run that many.

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:22
Okay so: Danu, Aengus, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Ogum, Morrigan, Lugh, Athena, Persephone, Mannaananananananan
5:22
Cut one!

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5:26
(aaron.grey) Danu, Apollo, Hera, Morrigan, Athena, Manananananan
5:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, there’s something strange. Your great seer, the Morrigan, has come to the island a day early. She’ll be here when the Dodekatheon arrive, Bright Apollo (unf), wise Athena, and the stern Hera in her finery.
5:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They speak for a while, the Morrigan and Athena often cutting each other off as if they can finish the entire conversation without the others.
5:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then along the shores comes the great boats of Mannanan and Danu.
5:31
(aaron.grey) I’ll glean what I can before I go to join my husband. I’ll come from the water, wrapping around his neck as he comes ashore.
5:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He leans into you, sharing with you his cloak so that mists hide you from their sights.
5:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan: “Who’s the greatest danger? Who needs to learn from their mistakes?”
5:36
(aaron.grey) I hiss at him. “The proud sun god is young and reckless. And the gray-eyed one pretends at seeing. Still, they all follow the queen. Watch her.”
5:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Choose a target and we’ll do our best to make sure they don’t get the best out of this,” he says with a playful grin. “But Hera’s mine.”
5:39
(aaron.grey) “Then make it the gray-eyed, drab thing.”
5:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You,” he bids before setting you free as a woman upon the sands.
5:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) A great many pretty beings come to bring you to what Coatlique has set up for you, which is…

Mackenzie Weaver
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5:46
Well, she’s a fae who likes animals (or so I think, anyway), and so I’ve set her up in an incredibly overgrown area, like the Amazon in a way—wild in the thick over growth, with animals scattered throughout. There a snake, there a crocodile, there some birds. I’d be concerned she’d think I was spying, but frankly I’ve got a better spy out there and I know she can control the animals just as well as I. There, too, are a few of my attendants—quiet, forever polite ones, because you never want to piss off one of the fae.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
5:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They walk out into your wild, untamed lands, Coatlique, and most are filled with wonder, beyond your spy and the bitch herself. Even the young Danu is obviously marveling over your splendor.
5:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera, however, takes one look at it and rolls her eyes. “There isn’t even a table. Where’s the culture?”
5:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny seems to think this is hilarious.
5:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu chides her cousin to quiet.
5:49
(aaron.grey) I make my way through the flora and fauna, smiling contentedly. I tell a few of the snakes to go and find Hera should she deign to stay the night in this place.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:50
Ah, Hera. I could have five thousand statues and there would be a problem. I lounge in a tree-throne, casually suckling a child (not monster-like, yet, anyway) on my breast. “Culture is in more than tables and art, Hera.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
5:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks across the way, and in that moment, all are aware of which mother is more likely to kill a child, if not her own.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:52
I smile—a beautiful and terrible thing, cool and cannibalistic and perfectly polite all at once.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena speaks diplomatically. “We’ve come to discuss the terms of your surrender.”
5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan speaks up. “No. We’ve come to demand it.”
5:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo finds Fand’s eye and gives her a wink, like he knew she’d look to him.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:53
That’s my girl. The best and the most ferocious. I watch them all coolly, as if waiting.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
5:54
(aaron.grey) I smile at the sun god, poor thing.
5:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “The small seeress is right.”
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu holds up her hands. “No blood will be shed tonight.” And just like that, her word is law.
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks pissed.
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan… where’d he go?
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “And what have you seen to bring you to the winning side?” he asks the Morrigan.
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “If you haven’t seen it, you fail your many glorious epithets.”
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No one’s going to end up with friends tonight.
5:57
(aaron.grey) I decide I like the dark one.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:57
I smirk a little bit at these back and forth barbs, casually dropping the infant into a hand and holding it out to the side so an attendant can grab it. I barely give it any time, but one is there. They always are. Before I go back to relaxing. “Surrender.” I say as if tasting the word. “A funny word.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo steps towards the dark one, but his hands can only force him to bow to the morrigan.
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu looks very, very smug.
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “Many words can be used, but the truth behind them can’t be perverted. You’re here because you plot to survive your heathen race’s downfall.”
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “Because you know I will kill you,” she tells her mother.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:02
“Oh I am.” I say then. My eyes drift to Morrigan, studying her for a moment, before dismissively moving back toward Athena. “I aim to live until the end, when you upstarts are thrown back down into the depths and replaced by the new, too. A cycle that happens over and over.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo turns towards her, shaking his head. “No. We’ll take (Atlantis) and destroy them all. I’ve forseen it.”
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan nods in agreement.
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu: “We seek only a homeland for our people.”
6:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera’s suddenly in a grander throne, surrounded by peacock feathers of all colors the mortal eye can see, and many they can’t.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:06
“The folly of the young to think they are immortal,” I say, dismissive. As if to emphasize my point, I immediately reach down and a moment later I’ve got another babe, red-faced, squawling—and a moment later I tuck it to my breast, without even seeming to pay much attention to it. A snake, wrapped around my leg, hisses irritably. My eyes glance to Hera, before looking to the others again. Poor girl. Has to try so hard to think she’s worth something. It’s like the struggle of a mortal right before he dies.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And the folly of a parent to think its children less capable of destroying its parents,” retorts Hera.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:07
“Something that’s only happened—what, five times for you?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smirks. “Ah, but now there’s a prophesy. One that can be twarted.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:09
“Thwarting prophecies makes them come true all the stronger.” I say, obviously not giving a shit. I sit forward. “I tire of talking with a child who thinks she can avoid a cycle older than her.” My eyes roam then to focus on Athena, obviously dismissing Hera for her. “What are your demands in this?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:09
(aaron.grey) Ah yes, their perpetual fear of death. Fools. I continue to coax the serpents on the edge of the land to come forward, climbing the trees around the gathering. Why should they suspect I’m not there with an appropriately demure expression on my face? I am, to foolish eyes. The snakes will occasionally snatch a bird like an owl from the air, coiling around it. We’ll see how the gray-eyed witch and her queen perceive the omen.
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena’s eyes settle on Fand. Enemies are born in that moment.
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) What are you stealing, Fand?
6:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “I have come up with a grand plan. One that no mind can unravel,” she says as simple fact.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:13
“Please, do not keep us on the edge of our seats,” I say, deadpan.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “It’s at least a decent plan.” He sits on a golden throne beside the illusory fairy queen.
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena smiles. “You cannot be privy to it. Your mind is weak to the madness of your kind.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:16
I’d roll my eyes, but that would take more effort than I care to give for this lot. My eyes instead turn to the Morrigan, as I shift the baby to a palm and drop it into the arms of an attendant. “Your demands?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan speaks quietly. “An army. One who will stop at nothing to achieve our goals.”
6:17
(aaron.grey) I’ll continue to roam along the periphery. I’ll snatch up a feather from Hera’s intricate throne. Manannan may be able to use it later.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:19
“Mm. Any more demands?” My eyes lazily roam the group.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “Your heart.”
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Everyone, the Morrigan included, looks at her in shock.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:20
“My heart.” I say then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your heart, for with it, we have the heartsblood of all your children. With it, I will purge your line and your own madness by giving it to them,” continues Athena.
6:22
(aaron.grey) This gives me an idea. I slink away, heading back to slaughter an animal. I think a boar might be about the right size.
6:22
(aaron.grey) Or no, a crocodile. Yes, that will do nicely.
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can easily slaughter one. No one will even be any the wiser for it.
6:23
(aaron.grey) I take its heart.
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +1 Crocodile heart

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:24
“You will not purge my line,” I say then, calmly. “I will sacrifice my heart, but I will still live and I will bear children. In return for this so-called surrender,” I will simply call it but a brief time period in which I can sit back, “I wish to create a line—a pantheon of gods devoted to sacrifice and struggle, grown in the harsh wilderness of the jungles and rivers.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera, the spurned on, looks to Coatlique and smiles. “Of course you may have these things. If that’s what you want.”
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand, you know how bad those words are.
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Coatlique, you do not.
6:26
(aaron.grey) I set something into motion. Something very small.
6:27
(aaron.grey) I need Apollo to draw his golden bow. He may not shed blood, but he will invoke Danu’s ire at the most dramatic moment, at the height of this deal. It will make the ideal distraction for me to replace the heart.
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena: “If we cannot use the magics to purge your children, war will destroy them all the more,” she cautions.
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So it started.
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manannan appears beside Fand, invisible to all but her. He hands her a golden apple. “Happy aniversary, my love.”
6:31
(aaron.grey) “You shouldn’t have,” I say, snatching the apple.
6:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s stolen.”
6:31
(aaron.grey) I trade him a peacock feather.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:31
I do not realize how bad the words are, but I do not care for Hera’s smile. I’m going to casually ensure that someone of my blood will destroy Hera down the line. Magic plz. I pop out another baby so it can tear my womb on the way out for some good ol’ blood. I transfer it to my breast. “Wars are at least interesting,” I say, dismissively. “And for each of my children you kill, you will bring your time closer to an end.” I shrug. “It is of no matter to me.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Morrigan: “War is glorious.”
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu: “This bloodshed is meaningless.”
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “Athena, the plan will have to change.”
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo sighs.
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny laughs. “Oh, she’s already close to being broken.”
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena thinks all of three seconds, then looks to Coatlique. “Your children, those who sacrifice, they will sacrifice your other children to draw their power. The three have spoken. (Atlanteans) cannot be killed with such sacrifices.”
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny appears next to Danu. “The seas can sink many of your islands.”
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu goes not like this idea.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:37
I shrug to Athena. “Agreed.”
6:37
Because that will make my children who sacrifice all the more powerful.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera: “My children will lead the way.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Morrigan: “I will fight the actual war with the newborns. My armies will feast upon their dead.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “I will send my arrows to kill those of our enemies.”
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He draws his bow…
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And earns Danu’s eternal ire thanks to violating a magic 1 spell.
6:40
(aaron.grey) Perfect. His goden bow will draw the attention of all gathered. I have come back, and with crocodile heart in hand, I’ll make the switch. Coatlicue, upon drawing out her heart as the price of this bargain, will look upon the golden streaks with the others, and then, in her hand, she’ll hold the heart of a crocodile.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:42
I look to his bow then, and then turn my attention back to the others. “And in return for that, and for me continuing to live—thoe are what I ask. And then you can have your time in the light until it is time for you to be torn down.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:43
(aaron.grey) No matter. She can even keep her cursed heart in her chest. I can become no larger than a tiny insect, worming my way up inside the mother of monsters. Hidden with me is the heart, and I’ll swap it for the crocodile’s.
6:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo gives 0 shits about Danu so he shoots it all. Hera looks to Manny. “And what do you bring to the table except what our own gods can do?”
6:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manny smirks. “My wife, a queen among the fairies, will bring war to their allies, as the Aesir have begun war on the Vanir.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:48
Ah, dear Aesir.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Danu looks to appeal to Coatlique. “Could we not intermarry? Share the promised lands?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:50
You already have one of my brood in your number. I look to her: “I think no one else wishes for a peaceful route,” I say, respectfully. “And, unfortunately, that is not the way of the cycle. If you desired it, I could send some of my children who lack the madness with you.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:51
(aaron.grey) I’ve had enough time to escape the monstrous womb with my prize. I’ll then take my place at Manannan’s side as they bicker.
6:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I would gladly take your family as my own to save lives,” says Danu with a sigh. Damned good-doers.
6:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hera looks over the group. “Athena, you have done well. Now, I grow tired of these savages.”
6:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena sighs. “Yes, my Queen.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:54
I reach into somewhere—probably my womb, let’s b honest — and a moment later withdraw a knife, raising it to my chest, and expertly cutting it open, splititng the ribs in two to show off my throbbing heart. I reach up then, curling my hands around it, and tugging it free—before tossing it over to Athena.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Athena takes the heart in hand, and the thing is done. Her hands have taken on their blood, and now all that is left is for those beyond to die.
6:56
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Paradise Lost

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Paradise Lost::
5:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Anything that you need to clear up with Kalfu before he vanishes?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:44
He told me what he wanted. I’ll ask Neil for more specific information, but from what he says, it sounds like one of those things I’m going to have to wait for more information on.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then once many nuns and orphans are turned into homeless people to serve Simone’s divine vengeance, a somewhat confused Jack looks to you for guidance.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:46
“Patrick is next,” I say simply, wearily.
5:46
I look to Neil. “What explicitly have I promised Kalfu?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil wavers in the pale light of the night. “You’ve promised that you’ll be bearing him the child fated to kill one of his enemies. I tried to, uh, get something you’d like to do. I think you’d like that anyway.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:53
“Oh. Huh. Well,” I pause. “That is a way of putting what he said, I suppose. Bearing another monster child is nothing.” I wave my hand. “I can pop out babies in my sleep.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone is trying to rub the ash off her face with a look of disgust. “Kalfu doesn’t ask for monsters. Monsters die. He’s asking for a Petro child.”
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Wait, so he gets to pick the name?”
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil looks sad at Jack.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:55
I sigh and pinch my nose, haking my had at jack

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “It’s a type of loa.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:57
I nod my head. “Well—I can do that just as easily too.” I say, simply. “Things happen.” I look around at all of them, and pause. “Do you think that means I sleep with him, or that I name one of my children that one? I mean—whichever.” I wave my hand. I still haven’t slept with Apollo :( Siiigh. Oh well. “Let’s go find Pat?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone looks to Kira. “Can you play some jazz on your phone?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:59
I pull out my phone, do some quick Spotify opening, and play jazz.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Suddenly Simone has a car that can drive itself.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:00
Oh, good. I load my bike in the trunk or jut follow her or something.
6:00
I vote she drives so I can climb in the back between ghost-Neil and Jack.
6:00
I still climb in the back between those two!

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Many pile in with her. Want to stay up and keep not sleeping forever?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:00
I’ll probably use Jack as a pillow and pass out.
6:00
Which won’t end badly.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Only a little groping.
6:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He needs to sleep all that damage off.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:03
I eventually wake up, rubbing my face and ensuring that I am in perfect presentable state. Thanks Appearance knacks.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you awaken, you’re still driving. Simone’s awake, looking mildly annoyed at the car as it speeds down some sun-coated road, playing soft jazz through the radio. “He’s a fucking long way away.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:04
“Yeah, so were you,” I say rubbing my eyes a little bit and sitting up and looking to see if Jack is awake. Neil’s a ghost. Ghosts don’t really need to sleep.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil’s never slept a night in his afterlife.
6:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Morning, beautiful.”
6:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack’s asleep like a rock, but healed.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:05
I smile to him. “Hey handsome.” I say then, and lean to give him an air peck.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “You know that’s weird for those of us who can’t see him, right?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:08
“Well, you guys know he’s there,” I say simply. It’s the only time I’m ever really smiley, when I’m talking to Neil. I arch my back a little bit, causing it to crack a little bit, and rolling my shoulders. “I bet Hannah is going to be about a million miles in yet another direction.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Probably,” she says with a little frown. “I tried calling last night. Phone’s dead or something.”
6:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “That’s no good.”
6:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “That was some weird magic.”
6:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “What magic?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:10
“Yeah. It sounded like it was destroyed.” I nod. “What was some weird magic?”
6:10
I speak for Neil.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone looks over at you. “I would never wear a nun dress.”
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “There had to be evil magic afoot.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:12
“Oh.” I say then, and then smirk. “Yeah. That was my daughter. Sorry about that. It was exasperating talking to you.” Understatement. “She was the one who did what she did to Neil too. Likely, she has fucked over Patrick too. Maybe Hannah.” I pause. “Possibly she is working on Teague and Jack.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone looks at Jack in the backseat, then at you. “No offense, but I hate your kids.”
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “They can’t all be bad.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:14
“It’s all right,” I say. “Many of them are bad.” I look to Neil and smile. “Some are not.”
6:14
“You are a good father,” I say to him, then.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil smiles. “I hope so. Maybe when it settles down, we can raise some.” Awww… he sounds hopeful.
6:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone sighs. “We’re deep in Mexico now. Don’t even know if we’re still there. You slept for ages.”
6:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) First time in a long while when you didn’t dream of the Scarecrow.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:17
Could be because he’s inside of me.
6:18
I smile to Neil a little bit. “I’d like to do that with you.” It’s the truth. I would love to do that with Neil. “Though, I imagine that in practice it would be awful because titanspawn and the like would be attracted and want to fuck with them.” I sigh. And then look to Simone. “Maybe he’s in the Amazon.”
6:18
I pause. I open my mouth. Pause. Close it.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “What is it?”
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil seems saddened by that.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:21
I look to Neil and touch his hand gently, since too hard will go through him. “But we can do our best, because I’d like that.” I look to Simone. “I was going to ask a question, but decided I knew the answer.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “Well, what’s the answer?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:22
“It’s inside of me, I imagine,” I say.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “What’s inside of you?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:23
“Scarecrow,” I say.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “What about him? We killed that fucker.”
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Only for a while.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:24
“I was answering Neil, because he asked what was inside of me.” I nod to Neil then.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “What?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:25
“What what?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “What do you mean he’s inside you?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:26
I stare blankly at Simone. “I mean he’s inside me.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone scowls. “I’m… disappointed, Kira.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:26
My eyes widen. “What? I’m—telling the truth!”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “I can only assume you did something reckless, because you’re too smart for that.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:27
“No.” I say then. “It’s—when you go to the Abyss, you have to make a sacrifice for a gain. My gain was bringing Neil back. My sacrifice was letting Scarecrow become my heart, because that’s what he was.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone watches you closely. She’s not happy. “I’d do the same, but that’s a horrible idea. Wasn’t there anything else you could’ve picked?”
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil frowns. “Sorry, Kira.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:30
“Not particularly anyone who was less bad.” I shrug. “It is part of fate that I am to attack and track my terrible children for eternity. It is a tiring and exhausting cycle, but it is what it is.” I shrug and look to Neil then, smiling. “It is worth it to me.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s a tense ride south.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:31
I am relaxed, thank you very much. Well, other than being told that Simone is disasppointed :(
6:31
I wish I could make out with Neil. Instead I just try to gently lean on him so I don’t push too hard and fall through him.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s always Jack to make out with!

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:35
Yeah. But he’s aslee—well, to be honest, while there’s that weird consent thing, Jack has probably made it very clear he’d love to wake up to makeouts and/or BJs several times.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He has indeed. Simone might be creeped out, but otherwise it’s just however you console yourself as far as the car can go.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:40
Neil is used to this, so yeah, I make out with Jack, and as best as I can with Neil, and then when the car come sto a stopping point, I climb out!

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And admittedly, the car has to go far. You drive another full day before there’s no more road, only what appears to be jungle. A rather worn out Simone gestures into it. “He’s in there, somewhere.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:41
“Yep,” I say. “Amazon. Called it.” I sigh and look to Simone. “Do you wish to remain here?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “I need just a little break, then I can head in.”
6:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “I could watch her.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:43
I nod to Neil. “All right. Jack and I will go on ahead.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Don’t you have werewolves? Can’t they track his scent or something?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:43
“Yes. I also have my magic.” I climb out, and casually wave my ring around a bit to summon my werewolves.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack hops you, immediately taking stock of your 5 werewolves and comparing musclemass to them. He has more.
6:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) One, Henri, looks to you, taking a knee. “Madame Blood Keener. What is your command?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:46
I don’t think I have anything that smells like Pat, but they’ve smelled him before. I look to Henri then, dipping my had. “We seek to find Patrick, the snake man. Do you recall his scent? If so—lead us to him, and then we can all free him. Though more commands will come once I know the situation.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He nods, barking orders to the others. Then your frat boys run out into the night.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:47
I run after them, except I’m slow so I might just make Jack carry me.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They’ll howl when they find a scent to follow. They’re very well-trained werewolves.
6:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Speaking of very well trained things: Stamina+Fortitude. 5 rolls.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:51
19 + 19 + 20 + 18 + 14 = 90

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oh good. You don’t die. It’s a good day.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:52
Oh, it is a good day.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you awaken, you feel the pulse of all that you embody near you. Its presence is nearly overwhelming. Appearance+WP+Leg

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:54
25s
6:54
I shake myself awake then, eyes wide, and look around a little bit.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Beyond you, stinging your eyes with both the beauty and horror of it all is a woman with a supple, bare chest, firm, bloody waist, and a skirt made of biting snakes. Beyond that, she has the body of a crocdile. She looks on you passively, and you know what you will deal with. Coatlique. Mother of Monsters.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:58
Oh. I always wanted to meet her.
6:58
I need to stop having wishes and dream.
6:58
“Mother of Monsters,” I say then, bowing low. “I have wished to meet you for a long time.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And i have known you since before your birth. Daughter.”
[Paused]

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Unpaused]

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:39
I stare at Coatlique in silence for a long blank moment, and then: “Daughter?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Perhaps not in the eyes of fate. Or perhaps the children of my children do not know they come from my forbidden womb anymore.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:43
I nod my head once. “I see.” So something of a daughter—that I can grasp. “It is an honor for me to meet you and remember you, then.” I fold my hands in front of me. Are Jack and the werewolves around?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s very hard to look at anything that isn’t Coatlique in her full… we’ll call it glory.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:45
I look back up at her then, lifting my chin. “I have come here seeking a bandmate of mine—Patrick.” I gesture to her skirt. “He is…something of a medusa. Has he been here?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Serpents are often in the eternal valley,” she says as she gestures to you. “Show that you will remember me forever, if you are blood of my blood.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:48
I nod. “I will go that way then to retrieve him.” i pause, tilting my head. “How should I show you, oh mighty Mother of Monsters?” I ask then. “I have had many thoughts of you before this point. I will not forget you.” Hmm, how can I show her I won’t. Could —well, I don’t know how to tattoo.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Remove a toe. The sisters of the raped one seek to drive mad the other serpent.” She hands you an onyx blade.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:51
The sisters of the raped one. Did Patrick rape? Probably. I take her onyx blade then, and twist a bit to pull up my left foot, and carefully cut off one of my toes.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Learn Itzli 1.
7:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You are destined to share my fate.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:54
“To be sacrificed and bring in a new time?” I ask—she did have several fates.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “In a way. You will birth the elder gods, as I did, and betray them.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:55
I nod my head. “I expected as much.”
7:56
I dip my head. “Thank you.”
7:57
I look back up to her. “It is an honor to meet you, alone. I do wonder: would it be permissible for me to ask questions of the future? I do not wish to offend.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The future, the past, and the fate itself. I have seen its story many times even as it unfolds.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:00
I nod my head once. I consider. To not be a mooch upon a god, I will restrict my questions. There is much I could ask, but I do not wish to cause that many problems. “Is there any god who in the manyfold future it would be best for me to approach about possibly moving my mortal father from the Abyss to an alternate Underworld?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The friends of our long gone pantheon were bound as slaves and sent overseas. I birthed the race of gods who will do nothing but sacrifice the old ones upon their stone altars. They may be your allies.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:03
I nod my head once. “Thank you.” Second question: “My bandmate Hannah, daughter of Athene, is another that we are going o rack and save. Can you tell me of where we will find her and her state?” Sure, we can use magic, but planning ahead is always mildly better.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Many monsters were made warriors against us. The great crab-legged god has laid his eggs inside her away from the sorceress’s isle.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:08
Great crab-legged god. Phorcys? Crios? Eh, something like that. Another simple nod. Far away from Circe’s isle. Understood. “When will my duty to my mother to destroy the one known sometimes as Hera come?” It is important to watch the signs.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The goddess’s skirts scream. That’s probably a bad sign right? Or it’s a sigh, but terrifying.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:10
I lean back, because to feel fear before a mighty goddess isn’t something to be ashamed of.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The Twelve only survive so long as we do. That is how the Three declared peace, lest the tapestry be torn from the loom. Do you seek your own death?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:11
“I do not seek my own,” I say. Mother is a goddess of prophecy, so she likely knows that just as well. And what Mother asks of me, I will do.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “A mother for a mother. As you are, as am I. Only twelve of us remain from those traitorous gods’s attempt.” She says as if she didn’t say she bred the Aztecs to kill her other children.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:17
I nod my head once to that, and close my eyes once, before opening them. “Final question, as I do not wish to press upon you too much.” 16s on Int + Academics. One question always concerns Neil. “How can I help Neil protect himself from future attacks?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You recognize the roots of this language. Binding’s written in it.
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Who is Keel?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
Ah ha. I tilt my head a little bit. So it is from the very beginnings of time. “He is the one I call my lover and friend. A spectre who I have rescued less than a weeks’ time from the Abyss.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ask one of the others of my errant surviving children. Xolotl has many dealings with the dead.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:21
I nod my head and then bow. “Thank you for your much desired,” well, for me and some other gods, “time.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Tell me, how is my spy doing among Danu’s wrongful children?” You find your body continuing your work, cutting away at your toe slowly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:25
I consider this. I wonder if my Mother, Morrigan, is the spy. It is a possibility. But to find out for certain. “The one who Fate calls my mother, the Morrigan?” I guess.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course. Has she brought about the end of their days, as I have bidden her?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:27
I shake my head. “She has not, but she always has plans, and many things are coming.” Even I know that last bit.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Have the great snakes returned to the island since Saint Patrick cast Apep beyond the ninth wave?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:29
I shake my head. “They have not.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And the Vanir? Have our ancient allies survived the ages?”
8:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Learn Itzli 2. Lose a second toe.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:32
“I have personally not met them,” at least to my knowledge — Loki, yes, Hel, yes, but Not Freyr, Freyja, Njordr, nor Heimdall and Ullr who are thought to be among them. “But I believe they have survived, to the best of my knowledge.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The war comes to a head. For which gods will you leand your blade?”
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) -1 toe. Itzli 3.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:34
“I will move on the side of my Mothers.” I say, simply.
8:35
I dip my head again. “I do need, however, to retrieve my bandmate once I have given a toe for each question I asked, Mother of Monsters.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The children of Danu will oppose you. The twelve as well. Yet still, the three have sung our fates. They will chart the cource, bring back the twelve remaining pieces of the immortals.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:36
I nod my heads. “Kalfu told me of this as well. My fate has been sung, and I ride Fates’ wavs.”
8:36
*waves

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You are as I am. You are the Womb. Never forget the power you possess.”
8:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Down to three toes on each foot. Itzli 4.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:38
“I will not, Mother of Monsters. Thank you.” And with that, I flip the knife around, offering it back to her. I asked four questions.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She no longer regards you. As your perch awkwardly on your bloody crowlike foot, you see the world in its strange, macabre plan. Where do you fly, Crow Lady?
8:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Teague

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
5:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Paradise Lost::
5:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And your plan, deviler of all that Hera loves?
5:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) defiler*
5:47
(aaron.grey) I leave the temple the way I came, which is to say silently and quickly. Only now, I have in tow twelve apples of immortality. I head back, collecting the Maenads on the way. From there, I have to get a hold of Apollo, and the only way I know how is to wait for next sunrise. With any luck, these apples will seal my punishment and Iris won’t be especially keen on keeping them. Then I could just hand them over to Dionysus.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
5:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Where shall you be bedding down with crazed maidens to await the sunrise?
5:54
(aaron.grey) Far away from the temple! I’ll fly out a good distance, maybe several hours’ worth, since I have the time. I’ll be slowed by the Maenads, but I’m not about to leave them and get Dionysus pissed off at me. I’ll head east, because that’s where the sun rises.
5:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) We can get you somewhere nice and natural by that time. Want some sort of grove of trees or something?
5:57
(aaron.grey) That sounds… very similar to a garden. I’ll take it, but I’ll be very, very wary.
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Empathy
6:01
(aaron.grey) 9s
6:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With your strange abilities, you see Patrick being bitten again and again by snakes, who he beheads with the garrote as each comes to bite him.
6:05
(aaron.grey) “Patrick.” I look around, feeling an icy weight in the pit of my stomach. The place I’ve chosen isn’t the best, but it should keep the Maenads safe. Everything’ll be fine, assuming I can find this place again. Shit. Apollo will have to wait. I’m instantly at Patrick’s side. (3L to Come Running)
6:06
(aaron.grey) dlp
6:08
(aaron.grey) “Patrick.” I look around, feeling an icy weight in the pit of my stomach. How long till daylight? Is he immune to poisons, since he’s kinda snakelike? Why don’t I know these things?!
6:10
(aaron.grey) I spend a few minutes weighing my options. I can’t stand to see him in danger, but what would happen to me if I disobeyed Apollo again? If I don’t act fast, will Iris be in trouble? My devotion to the gods keeps my feet planted in the ground, trying to shut my eyes tightly enough not to see Patrick with snakes nipping at his body.
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Eventually, the danger passes, for good or ill.
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The sun rises.
6:12
(aaron.grey) I didn’t sleep. I look to the sunrise, bowing my head and holding up the apples, as if Apollo would be able to smell them or something. “Great Apollo,” I pray to the sky. “I’ve completed my task. Please accept the gift for Iris as my apology and allow me to return to my duty.”
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And how long do you wait in that submissive posture?
6:16
(aaron.grey) I can do this forever. Of course, I can hear some nagging voice in my head calling me an idiot. Shit. I stand up straight and hold the apples at my side.
6:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s a strange feeling, becoming light.
6:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you can understand what’s happening to you, you’re on Olympus again. The Maenads are gone, possibly fleeing the glory of Apollo.
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo’s outfitted in classical Greek armor common in the northern mountains. You know, because you know what Macedonian armor looks like.
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I thought we had that talk about bowing?”
6:20
(aaron.grey) “I stopped,” I say hurriedly, flexing things. Light is weird.
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Cassandra learned her lesson faster than you did.”
6:22
(aaron.grey) “Uh… so it’s fortunate that I chose the apples?”
6:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Fortune favors the bold.” He comes forward with a basket. “Cunning favors no one.”
6:23
(aaron.grey) “Oh, I don’t feel very cunning,” I admit with a sigh. If he holds out the basket, I deposit the apples into it.
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “Now you wish to return to your place as my cupbearer?”
6:26
(aaron.grey) I hesitate. Honestly always gets Kira in trouble… “It’s my duty,” I say simply. The truth is, I do, but I also want to be reckless and stupid and go and try to save Patrick. Duty is winning this time. And Apollo is one hell of a god to be servic— in service to."
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Very well. Go see the Nymph Amadronna to find your face for the evening. You’ll be entertaining an important guest.” He starts to walk away.
6:29
(aaron.grey) “My face?” I ask. I shake my head. I’ll find out eventually. I stop myself from bowing, but I do watch him go for a moment. Or seven.
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) I assume you’re off to find Amadronna?
6:30
(aaron.grey) Indeed. He’ll give the apples to Iris, I hope. I need to get Iris a message somehow, but I’ve got an idea for that. Right now, I’m going to stick with what the god says.
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Amadronna seems to be a golden nymph who reminds you of what every drag queen wishes she could be. She’s got tits bigger than watermelons, a waist so thing you can encircle it with your hands, and childbearing hips. She seems to be hanging about Aphrodite’s play area, catching the attention of every Satyr who trots by.
6:38
(aaron.grey) Oh my… At least it’s somewhat more clear what my face for the evening could mean. I approach, watching the woman-thing and her various suitors. “Amadronna,” I say, foregoing my typical bow. “Apollo sent me.”
6:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ah, yes. He said you wanted to be a striking young coquette for the evening for his visiting diplomat. Something the good Queen set up,” she says as she flutters about you, setting you before a very large mirror filled with makeups of all varieties.
6:42
(aaron.grey) “Coquette?” I can’t help but ask. A woman? I shake my head. “Which diplomat is that, exactly?”
6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Some visiting Irishman,” she says as she waves her hand before the mirror. “Describe your ideal woman.”
6:46
(aaron.grey) A man.
6:46
(aaron.grey) “Uh…”
6:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Don’t be shy.”
6:47
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “A good warrior,” I hedge. “With a strong… voice. And, uh, lots of clothes on.”
6:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We’ll start with Athene, then,” she says, showing you your reflection. “Now, how do we change you?”
6:51
(aaron.grey) “Hmmm.” Hell if I know what a woman should look like. Everyone likes Kira. And Simone. It’s strange to see myself as a woman. “A little taller?” I say. “And, uh, a little thicker about here,” I add, pointing to my hips. Hmmm. “And green eyes, not gray. Oh, and red hair. Tanner skin.” Damn, I’m picky as hell.
6:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Like this?” http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqd97U7Pr6Q/URUkLxKGZjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b6E2Jv5hQCk/s1600/brigid-li.jpg
6:55
(aaron.grey) “Uh… sure,” I say with a firm nod. I look good and Irish. Also boobs. And… eww. “Perfect.”
6:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Excellent. I’m sure you’ll do well with Coocoocachu.”
6:58
(aaron.grey) I blink at my reflection. And the woman behind it. “Coocoocachu?”
6:58
(aaron.grey) “Or… Cu Chulainn?”
6:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]
6:59
(aaron.grey) No…

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
7:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Unpaused]
7:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The nymph shrugs. “Who cares? They’re a conquered race now.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
7:46
(aaron.grey) “Not exactly,” I say, shaking my head and letting it go. “Please, what exactly am I supposed to be doing for this honored guest?” I have to entertain my father. As a woman. Oh gods.
7:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Anything you would be required to do as cupbearer of Apollo,” she says as if you’re a very silly boy.
7:47
(aaron.grey) I cringe. No no no no no.
7:48
(aaron.grey) “Within reason, right?” Shit, if I mess this up I’m pissing off Apollo and maybe even my dad. Why? Why is this happening?
7:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She looks confused. “What do you mean?”
7:49
(aaron.grey) “Assume, for argument’s sake, that I wasn’t really into the kind of activity that Apollo would enjoy from his cupbearer. Could I suggest some kind of boardgame or something instead?”
7:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It is an honor to be a cupbearer.”
7:51
(aaron.grey) “And I’m just super honored. But, I mean, surely from time to time there’s one task that a cupbearer asks not to do?” Just let it go. Maybe it won’t even come up.
7:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She gives you a look that says ‘no’ to everything you stand for. “You do not wish for the Queen of Heaven to hear you disobeying your master, do you?”
7:55
(aaron.grey) Queen of Heaven? I let that sit for a moment. Then it dawns on me. “No!”
7:55
(aaron.grey) “I’ll obey, I will.”
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You will not speak of this conversation again,” she says firmly.
7:57
(aaron.grey) “No,” I agree, shaking my head.
7:57
(aaron.grey) I’m gonna meet my father. Focus on that. After all these years…
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She sends you on your way, a shamed virgin girl.
7:58
(aaron.grey) Virgin. Ha.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ever been vaginally penetrated?
7:59
(aaron.grey) No…
7:59
(aaron.grey) I am almost the only one in my band not pretty enough.
7:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Awa
8:00
(aaron.grey) 11s
8:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) That’s a rather large battle happening in the Ampitheatre.
8:01
(aaron.grey) I head that way, quickly, with sinking suspicions and hopes.
8:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll DDV
8:03
(aaron.grey) 11s
8:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You see the grand god Ares clad in his centurion’s garb as he flings the armorless fighter towards you at inhuman speeds. It is when your father’s spear spreads in your gut, jagged bone sprouting in you like a grand root, that you feel yourself give in to the darkness inside…
8:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you awaken, the glorious painted warrior hovers above you. His shocking red hair is matted with blood, but only enough to make him seem… godly. When you look upon him, you know that there is beauty in the world, and in battle. His rough hands pull at your slender waist, settling your wide, childbearing hips against his impressive… frame.
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You are stronger than most women who haven’t had their first blood,” says the warrior as he splays his hand over your open wound. “Worthy of a great teacher.”
8:09
(aaron.grey) Oh god. Dad. “Thanks,” I say weakly. “That means a lot coming from you.”
8:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He lifts you like a rag doll, setting you fully on his lap and… things. He brushes the hair from your face, eyes burning into yours. “You could have strong blood from the clans of Eire running in your blood, if you were not her handmaiden.”
8:13
(aaron.grey) I cringe again, feeling my dad’s… yeah. Is that a pickup line? Like… do you have a little Irish in you? “You might think of me as a recent addition.”
8:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I shall. Come with me. Join my warband, and make even the mighty Morrigan quiver in fear,” he says as he slides his hands up your skirts.
8:16
(aaron.grey) I subtly try to smooth my skirts back down. “I’m… really, I’m so flattered. I mean, at one time, I would have given anything for that.” Fight alongside my father? I clamp my mouth shut. “But I’m in service here. It has to be that way for a while.” Besides, the Morrigan hates us both.
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You will be more flattered for my refusal,” he says as he lifts you to sette… comfortably. For him. Not so much for you, virgin woman.
8:19
(aaron.grey) I try to push back against his muscle, to prolong the inevitable. “But surely,” I say hurriedly, “you have many in your warband who fight by your side. A son, perhaps. Brave and… awesome.”
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I have no son, for the bitch’s curse had me slay him with my own spear.” Oh, poor Teague. Sorry about that epic strength.
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oedipus feels like he got the good end of the deal now.
8:22
(aaron.grey) NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS!
8:23
(aaron.grey) “No other trysts?” I force my voice to ask. I still try to keep this from happening, but I couldn’t even fend off Jack if I had to. How would I repel the son of Lugh? “With mortal women? No unions, no forgotten children?”
8:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You may bear me a son worthy of my name yet, warrior.”
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Things are getting heated.
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Fand picks her suitors well.
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So does Scatach.
8:25
(aaron.grey) “You have a son,” I say, my face contorting with lots of rather potent emotions. Disgust, humiliation, fear.
8:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Enjoy, Teague. It’s just your father. Doing that. Inside you. Just lay back and think of Aengus.
8:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I have no son,” he says firmly.
8:27
(aaron.grey) Aengus. Oberon, Patrick. Doesn’t matter. Still Cu Chulainn. His certainty erodes my will to fend him off. “And if you did?” I ask, turning my head away from him.
8:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “He would be a warrior worthy of fighting even I in battle.”
8:30
(aaron.grey) “I’m sure… he’d do everything in his power to make you proud.”
8:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then lay with thy legs wide and bear me my son,” he bids while going to make you do just that.
8:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Empathy
8:31
(aaron.grey) 13s
8:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Kira’s cutting herself to pieces.
8:33
(aaron.grey) I shut my eyes. Stop, Kira, stop. Stop stop stop. She’d never go that far, right?
8:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She seems to be quietly cutting off all her toes. The determined look on her face says she’ll be keeping going.
8:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Just like your father, so deep inside you. Can you feel his blood in your blood? The seed which began you?
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She removes her 4th toe.
8:38
(aaron.grey) What choice do I have? My duty to Apollo, and in some twisted way to my father, it keeps me here as Kira cuts herself up, as Patrick suffers. Here with my father, who doesn’t even know I exist, who seeks to make a true son, with his own.
8:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And that is where you will remain, the captive lover of one who fought against the Dodekatheon alone… and lived to tell the tale. Will his seed grow to fruit in your loins? Only time will tell.
8:43
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(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Explain your next step, Teague.
5:49
(aaron.grey) I’m currently in the cave, where Sasha and Ailsa have been left behind. As the others leave with Kira, I’m angling Caladbolg to catch the light, showing a rainbow next to the cold water. Meditating on this, I intone the following prayer: “Iris, goddess of the rainbow, hear my prayer. The wings you granted me will not yet carry me to where I need to go. I ask for your help, to bring me back to Apollo so that I might complete my duty to him. Please, hear me.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
6:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Silence explores the cave. Well, then you might hear Jerry Springer. Apparently, Ailsa is a fan. Time dwindles on, and the lights of your own rainbow fades like your visage lost to Riastrad. Then, when hope has almost been lost, the room explodes in lights you’ve never even seen before, the winged goddess appearing before you in the cave. She takes one look around and frowns. “Well, this is rather depressing.”
6:04
(aaron.grey) “Iris,” I say, heaving a sigh of relief. “Um… yeah. But trust me, where I’m trying to get back to is a lot more lively.”
6:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Dear, I heard you. I’m not deaf,” she chides with a goodnatured smile. “But there are a few things preoccupying us at the moment. Still, if you need to head to Apollo, I can take you there.”
6:07
(aaron.grey) I frown. “Something going on?”
6:07
(aaron.grey) I frown even deeper. “I probably shouldn’t be gone any longer than I already was. I don’t think Apollo’s gonna be happy I left to go help… well, yeah.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your medusa? Probably not. But something’s always happening.” She offers out her hand. “I can at least take you to his villa.”
6:13
(aaron.grey) “Oh, not him,” I murmur, shaking my head. Not important. I hold out my hand. “I really appreciate this. Getting out was easy. Going back… Haven’t figured that out yet.”
6:14
(aaron.grey) *take her hand.
6:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, that would’ve been easy. You were at his New York house, right?”
6:16
(aaron.grey) “I think so? Come to think of it… I never even thought to ask. I guess I just assumed somewhere in the Overworld.”
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She gives you a look like you’re a very stupid boy.
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did any of the rooms shift to his whims?”
6:16
(aaron.grey) “Come on, you’re not the least bit distracted by Apollo?”
6:17
(aaron.grey) “And no.”
6:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She shrugs. “I’ve seen others.”
6:19
(aaron.grey) I shrug back. Before, I thought Patrick was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So, you’re sure you want to go to the Ampitheatre?” she verifies.
6:21
(aaron.grey) I nod. “I left right in the middle… well, actually, at the beginning of my service to him. I’ve got enough godly enemies.”
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And then there was light.
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Read this, I’m lazy.]
THE AMPHITHEATER OF APOLLO
The arts were vital to early Greek culture, and
Apollo, patron of the Muses, fosters the presence
of all forms of art on Mount Olympus. Just as Zeus’
Palace was the unknowing inspiration for the
columnar architecture of Ancient Greece, Apollo’s
Amphitheater inspired such regal structures as the
Coliseum in Rome, the Arles Amphitheatre in France
and more than 200 other circular theater structures
throughout the World.
Capable of seating thousands, the Amphitheater of
Apollo is the premiere locale for live art performances
on Mount Olympus. The marble halls below the
stadium-arranged seating showcase many of the
exquisite masterpieces created by Muse-inspired human
artisans over the centuries. Some of these pieces are
Overworld representations of mortal work; others are
the actual artworks, rescued from destruction or loss
6:23
(aaron.grey) “Woah.” Someday I’ll travel with that much style. Though the appreciative and eloquent exclamation are both for Iris’ travels and the structure splayed out before me.
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She idly flies forward, not seeming to actually need to beat her wings. “I’d watch out for the Muses. They’re a bunch of very particular women.”
6:26
(aaron.grey) I fly after her, my rainbow wings beating behind me. “Particular how?”
6:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ever seen Mean Girls?”
6:28
(aaron.grey) “Yeah, of course.”
6:28
(aaron.grey) “Oh.”
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) "There you go.’
6:29
(aaron.grey) “Do you think Apollo’s here?” I start to look around, as if he’ll be announced by some great shining light. Like all sun gods obviously are at all times.
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No. I brought you to the wrong place, because I don’t deliver things to people they belong to,” she says with no small amount of snark.
6:31
(aaron.grey) I snort. “Sorry. I’m just a little nervous. He could probably, like, throw me off some high building.” Pause. “I guess I’d be ok, but still, I don’t like the idea.”
6:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Learn to be a sky god. It’s not like it’s hard,” she says with a shrug.
6:32
(aaron.grey) I chuckle. “Yeah. None of this is hard.” I shake my head, trailing after her, keeping an eye out for mean girls. Or the sun god himself.
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) In the center of the large forum-like Amphitheatre that opens up before you is a podium with perfect aucustics. You can clearly hear every word of Apollo speaking to what looks to be-holy shit is that one fucking huge dick on that hairy dude.
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Prepare my bow. I’ll want my armor polished for the morning. Also, be sure to feed the steeds. Also, find my pegasus. It always gets off to the southern reaches of Olympus.”
6:38
(aaron.grey) Holy shit. What is he? He sounds almost like he’s got my job. I kinda got more fun stuff, though. Shit, that part might be over. I slowly start to approach, entering the massive amphitheatre. “Wish me luck,” I mutter to no one in particular.
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Hell no,” says Iris as she flies forward. “Apollo,” she says, switching over to Ancient Greek. “I brought your wayward cupbearer.”
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo looks to you and his gaze is more scathing than the noonday sun to a vampire. Enjoy.
6:43
(aaron.grey) Count on the goddess of getting shit where it needs to go quickly to be blunt and to the painful point, ripping off the bandaid. I freeze in place in light of his burning gaze. It makes sense, trust me. My legs feel like jelly as I look up at the sun god. I immediately drop down onto my knees and bow like an idiot. “Apollo, I’m so sorry, I swear to… well, to you, that I’ll make up the time. My duty called me away at the most inopportune time.” Oh god, that’s not gonna be enough. I at least cut myself off there. (For what it’s worth to a blazing god, 1L to Boys will be boys, 19s)

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
6:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your duty is to me,” states the sun god firmly. He reaches out, grasping your shoulder. “And I had already discussed your rather outdated reliance on the Feudal system’s method of greeting your superior. If you wish to abase yourself, do it like a proper Greek or not at all.”
6:53
(aaron.grey) Here? I get to my feet before him, as long as he allows this with his hand there. “I’ll be sure that I do that in the future, Apollo,” I say carefully. “It wasn’t my intention to shirk my duty.”
6:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It also wouldn’t do well for me to take it out too harshly on you in times of war.” He looks to Iris. “Thank you. I’ll take him from here.”
6:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smirks. “Of course, dear Apollo. I’ll just be wanting some form of payment for it.”
6:55
(aaron.grey) Times of war?
6:56
(aaron.grey) Shit, payment?
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo does not look pleased with this. “I’m sure I’ll figure out something.”
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Iris smiles. “I’ll be sure to swing by for it later,” she says as she flies off.
7:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You now have a pissy Apollo. Enjoy.
7:01
(aaron.grey) Bye bye. I look to the last Greek to still like me. I’m almost certain.
7:01
(aaron.grey) Then to the pissed off Apollo. I fight the urge to bow again. “I… I can try to think of something for that, too.”
7:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, I think I have something in mind.” His thumb digs into your shoulder. The big dicked hairy man quickly scoots away.
7:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I can’t be seen as going too softly on you.”
7:05
(aaron.grey) “Course not,” I say quietly, swallowing a lump in my throat. I stand there, rather stoically, shoulder twitching slightly. “Wouldn’t ask you to.”
7:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I will, however, let you choose your punishment. A gift I don’t expect you to take as lightly as your duty to me.”
7:07
(aaron.grey) I like to think I know better than that. “What kinds of things might you suggest?”
7:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He releases you. “I owe a certain debt to Aphrodite. In exchange, you could walk in her shoes for a month. However, you would not be allowed to let anyone know of your illusion.”
7:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You could then take on the burden of the last person to spurn me so, and learn Cassandra’s lesson.”
7:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or, of course, you could simply collect my gift for me.”
7:13
(aaron.grey) Hmmmm. Be Aphrodite for a month… That seems more dangerous than that last fight honestly. Or learn a lesson that Cassandra did. I don’t like the way he said that one. And there should be something secretly awful about getting his gift. “Great Apollo, I would ask that you allow me to make this up to you by collecting whatever gift you see fit to grant Iris for her service.”
7:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Very well. You must simply attain all twelve apples of immortality.” He waves you away. “And your time away will no be counted for your service.”
7:17
(aaron.grey) “The apples of immortality?” Just getting twelve apples?
7:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course. Your choice of which set,” he says with a small nod.
7:19
(aaron.grey) I hesitate. “For those of us who are just a little slower on the uptake, do you maybe know where they last were?”
7:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Idun’s garden, or the Garden of the Hesperides.”
7:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He’s being so helpful.
7:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) This can only be a good thing.
7:24
(aaron.grey) Of course. Only good things so far. “I’ll get right on it. I might just have to ask a friend about those. To know which one I could reach fastest.” Or which one won’t try to kill me. Maybe the trees are alive or something.
7:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Feel free to seek out any allies you may have,” he says coolly. “But I must attend to my preparations.”
7:27
(aaron.grey) I wince. Was he saying I don’t have any? Because I do. “Of course,” I say, dipping my head. Who do I think would know about this stuff? Kira? She’s busy with Simone and the others. Sasha? Maybe. The Scatach? Only if there’s things that need killin’ in those gardens.
7:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks at you with the politest version of ‘leave’ you may experience.
7:33
(aaron.grey) I don’t need any help finding the door this time. I head back the way I came without another glance, sifting through options in my head. No matter what I decide, I’m going to need help. But who would I call, with my allies already in their own dangers? I fly away, trying to make my way back to where cell phone reception will be at least existent.
7:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) LOL
7:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Welcome to Olympus, bitch.
7:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You wanna randomly wander?
7:37
(aaron.grey) Sure, while I think. So far, my head wanders as I do, right now it’s on fountains and crossroads.
7:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll a d12.
7:42
(aaron.grey) 7
7:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Who’s the seventh god in the Dodekatheon alphabetically?
7:44
(aaron.grey) Dionysus
7:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You find yourself here:
THE PIAZZA
Wherever Dionysus goes, a party is certain to
follow, and the Godrealm is no exception. The Piazza
is a decadent estate within eyeshot of Zeus’ Palace. Its
well-groomed gardens are filled with reflecting pools
and fountains, open-air dance floors and courtyards
outfitted with luxurious reclining sofas that are as
perfect for lounging languidly as they are well suited
for more vigorous recreational activities.
Refreshments and intoxicants of all kinds are
constantly on hand, as is music and other amusements
with which the God of Celebration and those fortunate
enough to find his favor while away countless hours.
Nymphs (see Scion: Hero, p. 298) and other lesser
immortals frequent the Piazza, enjoying their host’s
hospitality while plying their own special influences
upon his distinguished guests.
THE PLAYGROUND OF

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
7:51
(aaron.grey) I’m drawn by the water first, the flowing reflective surfaces I can see from far away. And the noise that must accompany any place such as the one I find myself in. My heart thuds almost in time with music I can hear in all directions. I let myself wander in, looking carefully around. I’m wary, though. Last time I ended up in a place like this, it wasn’t a good time. Or… it was. Too much of one.
7:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There are quite a few people who look ready to eat you up. Any way they can. You’re lucky that you can fly so well, or you might actually enjoy the party. That is, before you see the healthy, swarthy bearded man, carrying a scepter that looks like a honey-covered cock.
7:55
(aaron.grey) No way… I do a double-take. Nope, still there. I fly down toward the man. As much as I know I probably shouldn’t, I can’t exactly wander into a Dionysus party without greeting the host. I’ve been rude enough already.
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The man’s glassy black eyes settle on you. Or maybe not. It’s kind of creepy. And the way he lazily holds that scepter makes you think of him holding other things. And wow, is that big.
7:59
(aaron.grey) I swallow. Not thinking about that. Much. “Dionysus,” I say, bowing my head as I fly closer and start to hover, my rainbow wings throwing off light like a weaker version of a disco ball. “Forgive me for intruding.”
8:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s the least offense you’ve given me,” he says dryly. A nymph of ridiculous breast mass feeds him some grapes.
8:05
(aaron.grey) “And I’m dreadfully sorry for that,” I say, trying my own honeyed… speech. “I don’t know that I was in my right mind when I cast my vote.” Sort of true, actually, though not quite how I’m spinning things.
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Save your lies for those who believe them,” he says with a little wave. “Instead, focus why you shouldn’t be on the end of my curses.”
8:09
(aaron.grey) Something about too many all interfering with each other? “Because,” I say, stricken with a sudden inspiration. “I know one thing that will make any party you throw the best it’s ever been.”
8:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And what’s that?” he asks with mild intrigue.
8:12
(aaron.grey) “An apple of immortality,” I tell him with my best mischievous smile.
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “One of Hera’s apples? I’m afraid they’re useless without all twelve.”
8:14
(aaron.grey) They belong to Hera?! Of course they do. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, shaking my head. “Hers is not the only garden of such powerful fruit.”
8:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Bring me twelve, and we may be settled on your grievance.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
8:20
(aaron.grey) I look saddened. This is truly unfortunate. I almost tell him what the apples are for, but then I know mentioning Apollo will just get my head ripped off. Possibly even literally. His parties can get kinda dark. “Of course I want to put all this behind us,” I say carefully. “But the task is a hard one. And big.” Maybe he’ll appreciate puns. “Perhaps you could spare someone who might be able to help me?”
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He tilts his head at you. “Did you just ask for my help to get you out of my ire?”
8:23
(aaron.grey) “Do you not think it would make for some interesting, raving stories to have someone who was with me tell the tale when I return?”
8:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Do you take me much for a braggart?”
8:27
(aaron.grey) “You don’t have to be a braggart to enjoy a really good, funny story,” I say with a shurg.
8:27
(aaron.grey) *shrug
8:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ll tell you what. You can have five helpers in this task.” He waves his scepter, and five women approach. “Should any harm come to my maenads, I will see you a eunich.”
8:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) These women look… frenzied. We’ll call it frenzied. Like a tornado on a chain.
8:33
(aaron.grey) Oh god. Why do I keep saying the wrong thing apparently? “I’m grateful,” I tell him, dipping my head again. It’ll be like five Jacks. And one’s soooo much more than enough.
8:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No go bring me the apples of immortality.” He says dismissively.
8:36
(aaron.grey) I nod. But which ones? I motion for the Maenads to join me as I start to fly from the party that always seems to surround Dionysus. When we’re out of earshot, I tell them the task before us. “We’re going to the gardens of Idun and the Hesperides.” Maybe they’ll know where those are. If not, I suppose I’ll be owing Iris another favor… or seven.
8:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Are you asking?
8:37
(aaron.grey) Yes. “Know where to go?”
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll Charisma+Empathy
8:39
(aaron.grey) 16s

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
8:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You piece together they understand enough of it. You get a few random contradictory pieces of information to get “Hera’s temple in world.”
8:47
(aaron.grey) It’s a start. A perfect one. Calling to Iris again hovers at the forefront of my mind, but I don’t know what I’d offer her that matches an apple of immortality. “Do you know where that is?” I ask hopefully.
8:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “World” is essentially what you get.
8:50
(aaron.grey) “Of course,” I say, hanging my head. I linger by one of the reflecting pools on the edge of Dionysus’ piazza. Iris is going to get awfully tired of me. “Can you get to the world?” I ask of the Maenads, even as I draw Caladbolg.
8:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Nope.
8:54
(aaron.grey) I shine the light of a rainbow over the water, using Caladbolg. “Iris, oh goddess of the rainbow… I’m gonna level with you. I need your help yet again, to get to the world with Dionysus’ Maenads.” A brief pause. “Essentially, I’m going to owe you huge before this day is through. Please, hear me.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
9:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) About an hour later, Iris comes back to you, looking around carefully. You probably haven’t landed. “You do know my boss fucking hates you, right?”
9:08
(aaron.grey) “That’s not about to change,” I say slowly. “I’m a man on a mission to piss her off royally, apparently. I don’t suppose those apples of hers grow back?”
9:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She widens her eyes and then shakes her head. “Nooooope. Can’t touch this one with a mile wide stick.”
9:14
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “You don’t understand. The only way to make any god happy is to piss off seven more.” I shake my head. I know better than to whine about my first world problems. Or… overworld problems. “I have to get a hold of two different sets. And some of those are hers.” I hold up my hands. “I only need a ride to the temple in the world. The rest you didn’t know about.”
9:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And when she has her husband pull of my wings for that? No sale.”
9:18
(aaron.grey) Shit. She’s right. I nod, looking down. “I wouldn’t do anything to get you in trouble. I swear. I just need to know the easiest way for someone like me to get to the world. Then I’m on my own.”
9:19
(aaron.grey) “Or… if this is still too much, there’s always the apples of Idun’s garden. I can try to make only one set work. They’re supposed to be a gift to you, anyway.”
9:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well…” She considers. “That is a good gift. Not really generally acceptable to ask the recipient for something so you can get the gift, usually.”
9:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Might want to consider that in the future.”
9:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “But you could probably fly down on a Pegasus.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
9:26
(aaron.grey) “If only I had one of those,” I ask with a smirk. I run my fingers over the horn. “Thanks, Iris. If I’m as good as I think I am, I’ll see you again soon.”
9:26
(aaron.grey) *say
9:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And if not, I’ll be pissed. Don’t make me go visit the Morrigan. She’s a right bitch.”
9:28
(aaron.grey) I bite my tongue. Iris doesn’t need to know the Morrigan hates me, too. I simply nod my thanks once more as I summon the Pegasus to me.
9:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And there you have a Pegasus. “You might end up on actual mount Olympus,” she cautions.
9:34
(aaron.grey) “Wonderful. I’ll try to keep us high enough over it.” I motion for the Maenads to join me as I get on. This is not going to be easy. But with my strength, we should all be able to hold on together just long enough, with at least two on my lap and the other three behind or hanging on.
9:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oh, excellent. JB.
9:35
(aaron.grey) 2
9:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They begin to tear out chunks of your pegasus in their attempt to kill you. Granted, they can’t actually hurt you though."
9:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) -"
9:41
(aaron.grey) I’ll do anything I can to make them all attack me. I am the one who’s pissed them off, after all. I hope. This ranges from shoving arms and legs at the haphazardly to yelling at them and trying to look more appetizing. In the meantime, I steer the pegasus down as quickly as is Scion-ly possible, away from Olympus.
9:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Suggest a roll or set of rolls.
9:49
(aaron.grey) For the crazy Maenads, I suggest Charisma + Empathy; for the way down, I suggest Charisma + AK. Both inherently need for the focus to be on me as guide or tasty morsel.
9:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) I agree with them both. Now we’ll contest them with Dionysus’s.
9:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The difference will be rolled as lethal wounds versus the Pegasus’s lethal soak.
9:56
(aaron.grey) Cha + Emp: 15s, spending 5L for 20s. Cha + AK, using the whip to assert my dominance: 22s, spending 1L to reroll at risk of Fatebinding: for a whopping 23s, spending 2 more L to grow it to 25s.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
10:02
(aaron.grey) 1L, rerolling Cha + Emp: 18s, spending another 2L for 20 again. Total spent coming up to 10L.
10:03
(aaron.grey) Final rolls: 20 Emp and 25 AK
10:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll Soak of the Pegasus
10:07
(aaron.grey) Lethal soak null.
10:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) 8L to it, letting you both fall from terminal velocity. … Too bad you can fly yourself.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
10:18
(aaron.grey) I’m faced with a miserable situation. If I let the Maenads come to harm, those godsawful horrifying bitches, I’m as good as dead. I’m risking insulting Hermes or Iris and letting a loyal beast come to harm. Luckily, my belt means I don’t even have to fly, which means more concentration for trying to catch five insatiable women and one mortally wounded pegasus. My eyes blink back rainbow light as I envision the mighty dragon. (20s to Animal Feature, using two of those, 2w and 2L).
10:19
(aaron.grey) My neck coils out like a dragon’s, and a tail extends behind me. I use them both to curl around Maenads and the pegasus, helping me to collect them all as we plummet. With my strength, I can keep them aloft as Oberon’s belt spares us (1L to Sky’s Grace)
10:23
(aaron.grey) (not using Sky’s Grace because I don’t have to!)

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
10:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re super dexy. You can totally do that.
10:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Are you letting go of the Maenads when you land? If you land?

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
10:52
(aaron.grey) When the fall is slowed enough, I will let the pegasus go. The Maenads can stay coiled up until they appear calmer. I can literally do this all day and then some.
10:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) LOL. Maenads look calmer.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
11:03
(aaron.grey) Seeing that that’s as calm as they get, I finally release them. They can keep trying to eat me if they want. I just need to tend to the pegasus now. I suspect it’s too far gone for me, but there’s always Fand’s gracious gift to me.
11:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It be dead.
11:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Want it to be less dead?
11:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Slightly less dead?
11:06
(aaron.grey) With a great sigh (and 1L), I do.
11:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Somehow, someway, you find it’s gained extra teeth. Also, choose a dot of dark virtues to overtake one of its previous virtues.
11:10
(aaron.grey) Replacing Exp 1 with Malice 1
11:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It seems to want to stomp the bitches to death.
11:16
(aaron.grey) I have to stop it. This time, the whip will come out, and I’ll bark a command to make any beast halt in its tracks.
11:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It is a beast, if only technically. Still, the Maenads run off in different directions, scattering from the fucker.
11:20
(aaron.grey) I bid the pegasus to stay, while I then go about outrunning the Maenads to collect them. I guess a long, long neck and tail will help at least.
11:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And what do you do when you corral them all again?

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
11:27
(aaron.grey) It’s time to see a temple. I can let the pegasus go, dismissing it with my horn. The Maenads are coming with me, whether they want to or not.
11:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Charisma+Empathy!
11:30
(aaron.grey) 14s
11:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not only do they come with you, they’ll even tell you where to go! It’s apparently connected to an old temple to the crazy bitch near some city that you’ve never heard of.
11:34
(aaron.grey) Perfect. I wonder about their sudden change (again) in temperament, but I’m not gonna ask questions. I head to the temple, flying to speed things up a bit, thinking I’ll leave the Maenads outside with strict orders to stay put.
11:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Charisma+Command!
11:39
(aaron.grey) 14s
11:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They’ll probably obey.
11:40
(aaron.grey) I’ll have to trust that. The longer I linger here, the longer I feel like I’ll just get myself into trouble.
11:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Now, you’re near the Terra Incognita. They’ve explained how to get it, all you have to do is spend the legend. Any special notes?
11:44
(aaron.grey) I let my dragon head and tail fade. I’m going in mostly as myself. I let the things on my belt slip away, too, to most eyes. No reason to seem like I’m there to mess up the place. With that, I take a deep breath and enter. (1L to hide things, plus the cost to enter).
11:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Perception+Awareness.
11:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Also, if you’re trying, Dex+Ste
11:47
(aaron.grey) 9s, and yes to Stealth, 12s

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
11:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Amid the various ruins of an ancient greek temple is a fantastical tree with wide, sloping branches. Upon these branches are 12 golden apples. Around the tree are five nymphs of some sort, playing some card game. Oh, and there’s a terrifying dragon too.
11:54
(aaron.grey) Of course, of course, of course this wouldn’t be that easy. Hmmm. Attempt to charm the apples from the women, or try to sneak them away? I weigh my options.
12:09
Thursday, January 16, 2014

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
12:09
(aaron.grey) I’ll have to try to get the apples without disturbing them. Luckily, I can fly high and drop down. With just a little luck, I’ll be able to alight on the tree without being seen. Fro there, I can hang the apples on my belt and then be on my merry way.
12:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Let’s go with a Dex+Larceny
12:11
(aaron.grey) 15s, throwing 5L to make it 20s.
12:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And not a one of them saw you. Welcome to your typical messenger god role, ya thieving bastard.
12:16
(aaron.grey) The sigh of relief will wait until I’m way far away. I can actually hold my breath that long.
12:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) One down…
12:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Golden A Ruler

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::The Golden Ruler::
You begin swaying your net back and forth, catching the currents of magic leading you to Simone. It’s going to take several hours, but this isn’t the first time you’ve had to do a monotonous physical task for that long. I’m sure Jack makes more than one joke about it on the very, very long flight towards the west coast. Let me math at you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:53
Wings out, I’m flying along, waving that thing, my face blank. Also—just for notice, did my one dot upgrade to Marinette’s ring allow me to summon my werewolves? I can’t recall. I remember that’s what I was hoping for, but I hadn’t noted it down.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Assume we can round your speed of 20 yards/3 seconds up to 21 yards per 3 seconds. This becomes 7 yrds/sec, which becomes slightly over 14 mph. You, however, are not the slowest person in your group. Still, assuming that you can move at your speed, You have to cover approximately 2500 miles to get over to where Simone is currently. (It’s actually larger, but let’s simplify the math for math’s sake, shall we?) That puts you at flying for about 179 hours (rounding again here). That’s over a week. Just as a practical concern, how long can you go without eating, drinking, or sleeping?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:57
I’ve actually done this! 21 days!
6:00
(*42 to correct myself
6:00
“I need to learn to fly faster,” I do offer to Jack and Neil, humming a bit to myself. Maybe the next knack I work to learn will be lightning flyer. Maybe. If I feel like it.
6:01
“You know,” I say, “Perhaps we should take a plane.”
6:02
WHATEVER LET’S TAKE MY BIKE.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Taking your bike will cut it down to 3 days of travel!

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:04
We’re doing that shit!

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The specifics of the actual moving are a little awkward, but you manage it. It also helps that your boyfriend can possess your toy. He only asks that someone carry his stick, which Jack does with many snickers.
6:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Eventually, however, you’re going to find yourself all the fuck way out in Los Angeles.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:06
I just calmly ride on Jack’s shoulders and keep throwing that net (after strapping Neil’s stick to my back.) I like my boys. Once we’re in LA, I keep throwing the net, trying to guide us a bit more precisely to an area.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Within LA, you’re going to come to a small cobblestone community (Sunland-Tujunga more specifically) nestled in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. Like many places in California, this particular small neighborhood is defined by one singular small grouping of people. In this case, that grouping seems to be Catholics with a small amount of native californians mixed in. The place where you feel Simone’s influence most strongly is a rather quaint ranch-style hermitage in the center of town called the Council of the Thorned Crown Convent.
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack stares at this. “The fuck is she doin’ here?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:14
I tuck my net away, staring up at it. “Hm. Thorned Crown could refer to crucifixion or Jesus, I suppose.” I step off the bike then, stretching and wiggling a bit because I don’t care if you have high-ass stamina, sitting on someone’s shoulders for three days straight hurts the thighs. “Could be they are attempting to exorcise her for what she’s done, or be some sort of twisted rehab—or, it could simply be that the loa were often one and the same as martyrs and saints so she’s here doing something something followers.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack stares at Kira. “Whatever. Nuns are hot.”
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Your motorcycle vrooms.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:16
I look at my motorcycle.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You know that Neil’s possessing it. You can probably guess that he’s asking if you want him to stay in it or get out.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:19
I consider this for a few minutes, and then: “If it is Catholic as in —all that, it is likely full of chevals for you to possess.” It’s weird talking to a motorcycle, says the girl filled with crows. “It could also mean that the people within are adept at fighting spectres. I would love for you to come with us, but I leave it up to you.” I am going to let out five crows so they can settle on my shoulders.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Your car back over to you, accidentally running over your foot. It vrooms what is likely an apology.
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack looks to you. “What about backup?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:21
“I’s okay,” I assure the bike. “I love you.” I then look to Jack. “Back up for when we get a fight? I was going to summon my werewolves and more birds. I assumed you would summon your myrmidons.” I tilt my head.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “They’re broken. And I don’t have a way to summon them. I’m not magic like you,” says the dumb one.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:23
I stare at Jack. “Why are the myrmidons broken?”
6:23
A pause. “I’m not magic.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I just got into a fight with some Odin bitch who broke them.”
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Pussies.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:24
I…stare blankly at Jack.
6:24
Assess Health.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “They rode in on the helicopter with me and Teague. i left ’em up with the cats.”
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) 1L from death

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:24
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
6:24
I reach out one hand, laying it on his arm. Heal.
6:24
Downgrading all Lethal to Bashing.
6:26
WP spent to do that. 14Lethal downgraded to Bashing
6:27
“You should have perhaps mentioned that before we went on this journey.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That the Myrmidons were pussies?” he asks.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:27
“Yes.” Because that would have allowed me to see this sooner.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He shrugs. “They’re pussies. You should’ve known if you’re so smart.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:28
“Yes, but it is good to keep up on when they have been particularly pussy-like.”
6:28
“I am, unfortunately, not omnipresent.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Is that like when you’re twins so I can have sex with both of you?”
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack’s foot is run over. He doesn’t notice.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:29
I stare blankly at him, and then look at the motorcycle, like it will answer for me.
6:29
Well. Neil tried.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Sounds like it. I think omni means like… omnivore or something. Doesn’t that mean you eat everything?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:31
“Do not worry about it.” I sigh. I’m summoning more birds, and I’m going to talk to them, not in English—I’ll go with ancient Gaelic (but I’am activating Animal Communication and I’m not rolling, because I get auto 11s on that bullshit) “If and when we get attacked, cause chaos and peck the eyes out of anyone who gets near Jack, please.”
6:32
And then I look to Jack. “Omnivore means you eat both plant and animal matter. Omnipresent means present everywhere. Meaning, I was not capable of seeing your myrmidons being pusies this particular time.”
6:33
I pause, consideringly: “If you tell me when your myrmidons are being particularly pussy next time, I’ll do something …attractive.” I don’t know what I’ll do. Sort that out later. Maybe he’ll volunteer an idea.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So? They’re always pussies. Can’t believe I looked up to ‘em back in the day. I’m much better.” He looks at the convent. “But I bet i can text ya. You know, if ya don’t go to the death place again. Stupid idea.”
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Honk.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:34
“I will do anything for Neil,” I say, and move to give the motorcycle a kiss, before approaching the door and—knocking? entering? Knocking first, I suppose.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You open the door to what appears to be a nice mass area. Inside, there are a couple of young-looking nuns in a circle bound by candles, praying with a young brownskinned boy in the center.
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Occ

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:38
7s

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You might recognize this if it had more tentacles, the candles were black, and everyone hear were mutilating themselves and the boy. It looks like what your aunt’s group did to you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:41
I do not approve.
6:42
If my face ever changed from its blank look other than in very specific circumstances, I’d look sour—alas, it jut remains blank and calm. I’m going to move that way silently, just a breeze on the wind to get close, and bring my beak-masked head in, and whisper a quiet: “Boo.” into the ear of a nun. Deadpan.
6:45
All the candles rush out — one, then another, then another, then another, until they’re all out — circling in a fast round moment. The heat ends in a flash, the wind drops, and the shadows seems to grow even darker than they were before the candles were lit.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When she startles, it’s like the entire flock of penguins sees you in the darkness all at once. They scream, and in many tongues pleas to God and the angels can be heard. Sadly, dear mother, the child is also terrified as fuck.
6:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack steps behind you, still wearing his bloodsoaked armor and carrying a weapon. “Whoa. So many chicks that haven’t been dicked. This is a problem.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:50
“Inappropriate in front of a child, Jack,” I say then, quietly. I look at the boy, pushing my mask up. I smile—gently, kindly, and exude a bit of warmth once my mask is up—so it seems, to a degree, like seeing my face is something of a warm gift in this cold convent. “It’s okay,” I say to him then, gently. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Charisma+Presence+Legend

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:53
10s (with only 1auto, go Kira!) and 1L for Hapless Cool.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The boy looks taken aback before he rushes forward, throwing himself into your arms like he’s your child and he hasn’t seen his mother in years.
6:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then again, some of your kids aren’t much younger.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:55
I curl an arm around his shoulders then, patting his back. True, my eldest are nearly six. I rub his back gently and look to the nuns. They feel the heat leaving them as I regard them. I’m going to try and pick the one who seems mots prone to being scared, staring her down. Calmly: “What, exactly, were you doing here?” Could be a summoning or an exorcism, to be honest.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She tries to speak, having to force her voice more than once to actually begin. “He is very sick,” she tries to explain.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:59
“How is he sick?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack looks at the kid. “Looks fine to me.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:59
I’m going to be Assessing Health.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Nun A: “He’s been afflicted.” Looks like TB.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:01
“Ah, I see.” I say then. I touch the boy’s hair gently. “Well, I can help with that. Well,” I pause. “Not me, literally. But I can see what I can do.”
7:03
I look to Jack. “Can Patrick do things with diseases yet?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack shrugs. “Probably? He’s a weird snake dude.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:03
“We will have to ask when we rescue him.” I look to the boy. “What’s your name?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We’ll keep him from your demonic magics, thank you,” says the Mother Superior as she walks in. You see her as an incredibly old crone figure in her dark habit, carrying what appears to be a golden ruler.
7:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Miguel,” whispers the kid.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:06
I nod my head gently to Miguel, and then over to the Mother Superior. “I do not side with demons, ma’am,” I say, politely. “I do believe that the bible says explicitly in several chapters that one should not summon or work with other magics, which the sort of praying your nuns were doing certainly go with. I did not come here for this, however, though I will tend to it should Miguel wish it. I came for one of my friends is here, and I imagine you may know of her. Where is Simone?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The woman slaps her ruler into her hand. Jack even flinches, along with the quivering child. “Prayer to the One True God is not demonic magic. Now unhand the child, witch, lest the archangels feel fit to smite you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:10
I blew up an angel once. I do no say that aloud. It killed my boyfriend. And said angel also kidnapped my father. Also Cordelia , and even though I hate her, she did not deserve that. (Ugh, angels are dicks.) I look to Miguel. Gently: “Do you trust me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He nods slightly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:12
I nod once, and scoop him up in my off arm then, looking to Mother Superior. “I don’t think I will. I ask again,” I reach up, pulling my mask down, “where is Simone?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Sister Leblanc is having a moment of privacy. I will not ask you again to unhand that child. His parents would be most displeased to know of your intention to work pagan magics upon him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:14
1L: Is she a mother or otherwise expecting in the eyes of Fate?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She is!
7:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack leans in towards you. “Why’s the old bitch such a cunt?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:18
Damn. I dip my head to her. “I will speak to his parents, if you would care for me to, Mother Superior. But I assure you, that I will not harm the child, nor will anything I do to him be demonic in nature. If you would prefer that I not use my or my companions’ abilities on him, I will even seek out St. Juliana herself to come and cure him.” I look to Jack. “Inappropriate again, Jack. Please stay quiet.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack frowns but shuts up.
7:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Mother Superior advances. “If St. Juliana were here, I would accept such a blessing, but you hail from those deviant potatoe farmers. The Old Gods are not as old as they believe, and they will not touch a child so graced by our Lord.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:22
“I will seek St. Juliana,” I say then, looking to Mother Superior again. “I will quest for her and bring her here, if I must.” I do not back away, though my hand stays on Miguel’s back.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then do so, and until that day do not darker our door again,” she says with the way any old woman who’s used to being in charge would say it: like one stubborn old bitch.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:25
“There is also Sister Leblanc,” I say then, simply. “I understand she is having her moment of privacy, and I apologize for intruding, but I would like to speak to her.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I cannot allow you to bring the weapons of your heathen gods to taint her with. Should you divest yourself of them, I will see if she will speak with you.”
7:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Miguel pushes back against your hand as the old bat comes closer.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:27
I dip my head. I look to Miguel and touch his head, and look to the Mother Superior. “May I ask why the child is afraid of you?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “All who fear their own impurity are afraid of one who is pure.”
7:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack snorts.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:29
Delicately: “Your own religion denotes that you should tend and care for children. Harming them in any way would go directly against that and make you impure.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And what do you know of my own religion, this boy’s purity, or whether or not he has ever had his original sin cleansed in the eyes of the One True God?” she counters.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:34
“Quite a bit,” I say, calmly. “I have studied many religions, after all, and once was in this boy’s shoes.” Well, true. Just a different cult. It is not necessary to expand. “I have read—and memorized—your Bible when I was a young girl. I have studied the varying sects of Christianity, and know much of their differences. Of course, there are many splinters of that, so perhaps yours is one of those, whose subtle differences I cannot quite appreciate, but children are blessed in the eyes of your God—and that I know, because if you find Julianna a Saint, then that is part of the book you follow.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She scowls at you. “Can the child speak?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:36
“He informed of his name.”
7:37
*he informed me

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then he can go to confession. He is more boy than child. Young enough to know that there is sin, and more than capable of engaging in it.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:38
I look to Miguel then, and quietly: “Can you go to confession?”
7:38
A gentle touch on his shoulder, that warmth making him feel comfortable.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Miguel swallows. “With her?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:40
I look to Mother Superior. “Is there another ranking Mother, or Nun,” Because they do have those, “who could take his confession in your place, Mother? One should see to the comfort of a child, of course. It is said that once they find comfort, even when admitting their guilt, they will be more open to coming clean and honest later than when they are met with fear.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She sucks on her dentures, considering your heathen request.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:41
I dip my head respectfully to her, waiting. And will legend/WP the crap out of this if I must.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Sister Leblanc can take his confession. She has been seen to be capable with those who sin.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:43
I nod my head. I approve of this. Of course, this likely means Simone is cray. “Once he is done, I would appreciate being able to take confession as well. After I remove my vestements, of course.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She sucks on that denture. “Very well. Your brute can see himself outside. This is a house of the Lord, not one of carnage.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:45
I nod my head, and duck low, touching Miguel’s head. “Sister LeBlanc will take your confession. I will be outside the door when you leave to switch place with you, okay?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He nods. With that, the Mother Superior turns to go.
7:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack breaks his silence. “Are we really gonna let this old bitch boss you around?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:48
I watch him head toward the confession, and then step outside, guiding Jack outside. Once outside, I start stripping, putting my stuff in my bag, and hanging them on Neil. “Neil, should anyone ry to steal my stuff, please drive off with it.” I look to Jack. “She is a mother.” She said my weapons, so I leave my hammer, but I also leave my armor. I leave my jewelry on, because it is, well, jewelry. So I end up wearing, jut…Pearl Ring, Marinette’s Ring,Squid Pendant, Snake Bracelet.
7:49
“And she is not bossing me around. Were I listening to her bossing directly, she would have immediately taken Miguel and we would have immediately left.”
7:51
I leave about 10 of my crows on Jack and the motorcycle, with the — ancient Celtic: “Please defend the motorcycle and Jack, should anyone try anything.”
7:51
The rest get back inside of me.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack crosses his arms over his chest. “You better scream is somethin’ bad happens. I’ll come in, ridin’ yer boyfriend, and kick some old tit.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:55
“If you kick her, I will have to fight you,” I say, gently.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He shrugs. “Nothing says you have to win, though.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:56
“This is true.” I give the motorcycle a kiss. “I love you.” Then I stand on tip toe and give Jack a kiss. “I will, at least, shout.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Be careful,” he demands.
7:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you head inside, you’ll be there for a wonderful hour and a half before the Mother Superior allows you to walk the halls where they’ve kept Simone. Miguel seems… happier. Calmer at the very least.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:02
I smile to Miguel. And—well, now I look a lot more normal. A very pretty teenage girl with some tats.
8:05
And then I rome the halls—and go to find Simone. Because hey, that’s the important thing.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And then, you enter the horrible litle room.
What is most horrible about this room is the somewhat pretty woman sitting on a spartan bed, playing with a rosary around her neck. Simone looks calm, peaceful, almost like she always does. No sense of fashion can be seen in simple cloth of the Nun’s habit. The fabric seems rough, almost completely natural. Her eyes when they settle on you are that same beautiful brown as always, yet empty.
“Come, child. Sit with me a moment,” she says as she pats the bed beside her.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:08
Hmm. I meet her eyes steadily then—because that is how she and I have connected in the past. I wonder if I can will her to beat this. I sit next to her. “Simone,” I say then, gently. “Do you recognize me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course, Kira.” She folds her hands in her lap, smiling to you. “I hear you’ve come to confess your sins to me again.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:11
“It is you who I generally do that to,” I say then, carefully. “It is also to ask for you to come back to us, because we are in need of your aid, and to ask you what happened with Patrick.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Patrick? He was lost. When I tried to speak to him, he turned. He’s gone back to the roots of us all to try and forget everything. Perhaps he’s even seeking Eden.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:17
“I see. We will need to go and retrieve him then,” I say then, head tilting. “It is not righteous to leave a lost soul drifting. There are many stories of a shepard going to seek one of the lost of his flock, yes? And you were always very much a mother to all of us in the band.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ah, but the serpent belongs in the garden. Or something like that. I haven’t learned all of the particulars yet, when I was a sinner.” She twiddles her thumbs. “But this is good for me. Better than rehab.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
“But you are shunning what you are. How is this good for you?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You carry monsters in your womb, yet you continue to birth children. How is this good for you? Or better yet, the world?” she counters softly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:22
“There can be no good without shadows,” I say then, simply. “Light and darkness need one another to exist. Total blackness is not darkness—it is void. Total white is the same — it is not light, it is void. I carry monsters, and I carry children. I create shadows, and I create light. I am no god, but it is a dichotomy that there must be. Because without both, there would be no world.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And you think that you bring balance? All the death and darkness you’ve brought helps people?” She lowers her voice. “Did it help Neil, Kira?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:26
“He is with me now.” I say then, simply. “I love him. And it was not the darkness that destroyed him—but the angels and brightness that you currently support. Does the light that you are serving bring only goodness and does it only help people? I do not think so. Darkness does not mean evil. Death does not mean terrible. Thy are necessary, and yes, they do help. As do the light and the fire and the brightness. But both hurt, too.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And you think it’s right to bring pain to people you love?” she asks in that same soft, caring tone that you usually love.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:29
“I do not think you should go out of your way to do it.” I say, simply. “I think that is improper. But I think it is wrong to deny that it is going to happen. Some of my children will be great heroes. For the bad of your old life, for the Ambition that plagued you, for the drunken pursuits and those whose reputations were harmed—you were also a shield, a mighty and ferocious maternal figure we could rely upon. Because a greater darkness gives you a greater light.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And here, I can protect those who haven’t yet come into their own. Here, I can shape the minds of those children who will never know their parent’s love, like Teague or Patrick for most of his. I can shape those young men and women into those who can serve others. Bring them into the One True God’s light.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:36
I tilt my head a little bit, watching her. “What of your father?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “He once tried to be a saint. Perhaps he can be brought back to the light.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:39
“He is a god. What of my mother? She is a god. It is a…particularly arrogant ,” because aren’t they all, “god who says he is the one true one. You have chevals who clamor for you. And—I need you out there with me, Simone.” Hmm. “We need help. We are scattered. Hannah needs you. And—well. So does Patrick, if we can save him.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I know you’re found of deals,” she says with a slight smile. “If I help you rescue these heathens, will you turn from your dark path and come with me to serve here under the One True God?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:43
“I will not, because I do not believe there is but one true god.” I say, simply. “However, what could I do to convince you to come back to the band and be as you were?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, but Kira, you do need to believe. I don’t want you to be lost.” Willpower+Integrity+Legend.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:46
I’m looking directly into her eyes, focused, steady. I have not looked away, because she is my balm.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:53
((24 from Kira, 11 from Simone.))

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
8:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s sincere, and very heartfelt, but you know your mother would fucking kill you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:03
“I’m sorry, Simone, but I’m afraid not.” I touch her hand. “You should come back to the band, however.” Hmm, how in the world can I break this sort of mind control…Her integrity is normally so high. Must have been some intensive brainwashing.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m afraid I can’t be with such sinners. We’ll all get what’s coming to us. I only hope that we can help the ones who deserve it less,” she says with a sigh, holding your hands. “You always were so stubborn.”
9:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Try to think it through, Kira. There’re the gods, and above them even greater beings. What about what that which is beyond all wants? Shouldn’t we consider the whim of fate itself?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:28
“Yes.” I say then. “I do. Why do you not think I choose to birth both monsters and heroes? That is why there are powers that allow someone, for a moment, to embody fate. My children often say they are outside of fate, yet they are bound to me all the same.” I touch her hand, and then twist, so that I’m suddenly, casually, in her lap, squinting in her face. Jack would totally take this as some sort of sexual thing—but really it’s more of a weirdly childish I’m-going-to-get-a-look-at-you. “So, what did they do to make you see this so-called God’s light, exactly?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She seems to be ok with this. She keeps her motherly touch on you, smiling her beautific features on you. “All it took was a conversation. I went to sleep, and then I dreamed of her.” She sighs. “I hear that she is a he to others, but to me… she was all that peace ever could be. What the world should be. How could I not invite that inside me?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:32
“Ah. I see. A conversation with whom, exactly? The Mother?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of all mothers.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:34
“I see. Does she happen to have a beautiful voice?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The most beautiful,” she says with another sigh.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:35
“Does she go by any other names. El Voce, perhaps?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I don’t know that she has another name. Or he. I don’t think our names matter to her. But she is truly, truly beautiful in every way.”
9:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And through me, she will turn every young scion from their path. We will remake the world a peaceful, beautiful place. And all I have to do is talk to them like little Miguel.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:39
“But you invited her inside of you. Mm.” I hum a little bit, head tilting. “Talk to them. Yes. All right.” I look into her eyes then, calm, placid. “Daughter, I need you to get out of her.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She looks confused. “What do you mean, daughter?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:47
“My daughter is inside of you,” she says, simply. “She was the next child I had to go for. She goes by El Voce. She wishes for people to turn from being a scion. The nuns outside were doing a ritual similar to what my aunt did whenever my daughter was summoned from my own flesh. She is said to be a light and bright—and you stand so strong against anything. It is to my own children I fall, and they go after my friends. You are my closest friend. So, I speak not to Simone, but the one who you have let within you: Daughter, La Voce, get out.”
9:47
“You are my voice—not anothers’.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smirks, a terrible, dark thing. Her voice commands your attention more deeply than anything before. “I go by The Minstrel now. Catchier, isn’t it?” Simone’s hands tighter up on Kira.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:50
“I like it better,” I say, honestly. I meet Simone’s eyes, watching her, focused. “Now, get out of her, child.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
9:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m sorry, but I won’t take such disrespect from my own daughter.” She shakes her head, still smiling. “You won’t like what happens if you keep it up.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
9:56
“I am the daughter of my daughter,” I say then, with a sigh. “Mythology is fucked up. Perhaps it would be more appealing if I say: leave her, and take your place in my throat where you belong.” Bad idea, but to save Simone? Worth it.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, but sweet daughter of mine, what do you offer me that she doesn’t? She’s a perfect host. In fact, I know you won’t kill this host. You were so very suicidal, weren’t you?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:10
“Your brother is inside me,” I say simply. “So I offer you rejoining with him.” Hmm, exorcisms. How do you get out someone possessed. I need to gt Neil inside somehow. Or I could call a cheval.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, you know there are certainly Loa who are excellent at counter-possession. As far as you’re aware, an actual exorcism is a power beyond you at the moment. So close you can taste it, but not do it.
10:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I care nothing for the Scarecrow. He’s broken.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:35
Hmmm. And Simone is Loa. So I might have to track one of those down, and then get back to Simone with that. I smile passively. “All right, daughter. I undertand.” I pat at her hand. Hmm. Well, Marinette hates Simone, even if she’s like, releasing from bondage.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:44
Can I think of any of these Loa, or where I could find them at the moment? Or would I just need to do some calling around?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, you do know one other Loa at the moment. You may have pissed him off, but he does like Simone. And his daddy is her uncle.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:47
That’s true. Well. Sometimes, you have to go to people who don’t like you. I rise then, simply, dusting myself off.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone’s hands try to keep you there but… Simone.
10:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I trust I’ll see you again.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:51
“You will,” I say, honetsly.
10:52
*honestly, I CAN’T SPELL
10:54
I turn then, without another word, and calmly walk back out to the motorcycle.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I look forward to it,” she calls after you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:54
“Mm.” I hum, mostly to myself.
10:56
Jack and Neil still out there? Hopefully. I hope.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
10:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They are!
10:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “No screaming?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
10:58
“Hello,” I say o the two of them. “No. Simone is possessed by one of my crazy daughters. So we need to talk to Jonas, her cousin, who hates me, to convince him to help me get her unpossessed.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack looks very confused. Then pissed. He starts for the compound. “I’ll kill that fucker.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:00
“No. If you want to kill my daughter, you would also have to kill Simone.”
11:00
I move after him then, grabbing his arm.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil pops out of the motorcycle, tells him to stop, but… he’s a ghost.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:00
And like, pressing my boobs against it. That tends to distract him.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “I’ll pull it out,” he claims.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:01
“No.” I say. “You can’t. You don’t have that ability.” Arm BETWEEN cleavage. Yeah, that’s an idea. “Please, Jack? Let’s go to Jonas.” I look to Neil desperately, as if to say ‘Can you ghost punch him?’ No that ghost punching him would do anything.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack is slightly distracted. “But… it’s Simone. We can’t just leave her with all those people in bad dresses.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:03
“We will come back for her, and get my daughter out of her, without hurting Simone. I would not leave her here forever.”
11:04
I pull out my cellphone then—while casually guiding his hand to my hip—and dial…Laurence.
11:04
I like Laurence.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He frowns. “I don’t like this. There’s some movie about a little blue cat in Hawaii that says nobody gets left behind.”
11:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Laurence picks up! “Hey, queenie bitch. How’s ig hangin’?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:07
“Lilo and Stitch. And she’s not getting left behind, I’m calling right—ah, Laurence. Hello. Do you know Jonas?”
11:07
Probably like 50. “Normally in Detroit. Kid of Kalfu.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know what Jonas you’re talking about. You don’t know Seasame Street Jonas. He’s a freeeeeeak.”
11:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) -Laurence.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:10
“I met him once. Made him mad.” I say then, quite honestly. “But — I need his help. And his phone number. Can you give it to me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Can ya gimme an hour?”
11:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Drug dealers change phone numbers more than white girls change bffs.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:13
“Yes.” I say, simply, eyeing the boyfriend, and then the boytoy.
11:13
“Do we change BFFs often?” I ask.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You went to high school, right?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:16
“Yes.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “How many times did the cheerleader have a new person to hate who used to be her BFF?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:17
“Oh. Constantly.” Cordelia. Blech.
11:18
“All right—just—get back to me when you get it, Laurence. Thank you, whatever the case.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil looks anxiously to you. “Now what? Do we just… wait on whatever the Voce’s doing or whatever?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:20
“Laurence is getting Jonas’s number for me. I do not really wish to leave her alone, but I cannot do anything right now other than sit on her lap and hold her still. I can go in and continue doing that, but I will need to talk to Laurence and Jonas, and I did not wish to do so in front of her. I could creep back in, and hide, and…hope my phone doesn’t get too loud.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “What’d you want this Joker guy to do? I can take your phone.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:27
I eye him for a moment, and then look to Neil. “If you posses my phone, can you answer it and talk through it?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Totally,” he says with a slight smile. “Want me to? What’s the plan exactly? Promise the guy everything?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:29
I smile to Neil. “Thanks.” I look to Jack. “I’ll have Neil do it, since you can’t even remember his name.” And then back to Neil. “Yeah—just call Jonas, say you’re calling on my behalf. Bring up Simone being possessed, and that we really need help. And—yeah, promise him the world, note I’ll do whatever. I’m terrible at bargaining. The only thing is I’d prefer to keep my raven feather cloak and my mask. Otherwise,” I wave my hand.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He nods and then hops into your phone.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:30
I give my phone a kiss, give Jack a kiss again—and pull on my outfit again, because since I’m stealthing this shit, who cares.
11:31
“Oh.” I say to the phone.
11:31
“Though note that if he tries to hurt my daughter after getting her out, I will have to fight him because I don’t take kindly to people harming mothers. Though, mind you, he knows that already.” Which is why he’s pissed at me in the first place. “So, y’know, if he ahsn’t figure that out already, nevermind. He doesn’t need to be told again.”
11:33
And then—well, I know Simone’s basic area. I slip in to stealth. Going to activate Absorb Light (2L), as well as Shadow Refuge (1L, 14s activating the boon).

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Eventually, you see most of the nuns go to sleep. There are many children and teens here, each one as lost as any other. Even Simone goes to sleep. Part of you wishes you could. That you might wake up and find out this was just another nightmare. Then, in the darkest part of the night, you are not alone.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:38
It’s kind of mournful here, and here—hidden in the dark, by myself, it’s a time where I can be truly sad. Beneath my mask, even those who can see me can’t make out my face. However, as soon as I’m not alone, my face become schooled again. I draw in a slow, silent breath, and turn my head.
11:38
Jonas?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Looks exactly like him, five years later. He lights up a cigarette, looking at Simone. “What a waste. Fuckin’ judas all over again.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:41
1L on Shadow Mask and fuck it, I’m not rolling since I get 4 autos : | Quietly, my voice a whisper: “Judas?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did ya know that when they fucked up that Jesus douche, his friend who sold him out cried? Weak,” he says as he smokes, walking closer to Simone before looking back at you. “They bottled his tears. Excellent way of letting the evil into somebody, ain’t it?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:45
“Ah,” I say. Does he think I sold her out? I follow quietly after him. I simply nod once, and look down at her. “So—how do we get The Minstrel out of her?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, there’s a trick that the Loa know.” He smirks at you. “It’s called met Tet. It essentially boils down to claiming a person as yours. It’s a trick only the most powerful of gods can do.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:51
I nod my head to that then, slowly. I look to him, my eyes searching his face through the plague mask. I stand straight backed, though in some inner corner, I’m slumping emo and grumpy. “All right.” Met Tet…Mais tete. Owner of the head. Guardian of the head. Decides what is allowed in and out. “Ah.” I say then. “Would—your father, or hers agree to it?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Mine might, but no need to waste Damballa’s time with this.” He grins, showing off a golden tooth.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:57
I eye him for a moment, and then nod slowly. “All right.” I trust that he has the best for Simone in mind, even if he doesn’t like me.
11:58
I pause for a moment, and then stare at him. “Oh.” I say then, a moment later. “I see.” I dip my had low. “Thank you for your presence.”
11:58
*head, still can’t type

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
11:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Don’t bother with that, dollface. I heard your offer and just wouldn’t refuse.”
11:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Marinette seems to really like you.”
12:01
Thursday, January 16, 2014

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:01
“I have killed many white men while giving in to madness.” A pause. “And without madness.” I wonder what I agreed to. Ah well, I’ll find out eventually, and I will see it done. I lift my head then.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So, just have to get her out, hm?” The sleeping girl lays on the bed, hovered over by two monsters. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask for more with all of these elder gods running around.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:05
I nod my head. “I should warn you, that Apollo helped get one of my sons out of my ghost boyfriend — who you spoke to on the phone. He had to—leave afterward.” Never suggest a god fled. “She is a being of madness incarnate.” Which I imagine he is used to, frankly.
12:06
“So that I know and can please you best, what have I agreed to? My instructions were rather wide-reaching, along the ‘whatever is needed to get help.’”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, I just want to see everything the Dodekatheon wanted crumble before them. You’re gonna bring the old gods back,” he says as he sucks ash. He puts a hand on her head. “Don’t worry, kid. I fought on their side last time.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:09
I nod my head once to that. “Understood.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He sucks down hard on his cigarette, letting the smoke permeate the air before his other hand touches her temple. Theres no special effects. Nothing like what you experienced with Apollo.
12:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then: “What have i done?” asks Simone as she jerks awake.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:14
“It wasn’t your doing,” I say to Simone then, gently, touching her shoulder. “You’re fine.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ve… brainwashed so many,” she says as she gets up. “Where’s my goddamn gun? We’re burning this fuckin’ place down.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:16
“There are mothers in here.” I say firmly. “I can’t allow that.”
12:16
“And it was my daughter who did that. Not you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “This place is evil.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:16
“We will have to get all mothers out and those who are expecting out.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’ve got…” She digs through the room, grabbing her relics. “Two minutes.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:19
I’m up then, and moving quickly through—I’m going to try and find any mother or expecting mother I can (and kids too), telling them they need to get out, and carrying them forcefully out if I have to.
12:19
I don’t really care about normal people.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jonas/Kalfu smirks. “Vengeance is a virtue.”
12:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And that’s when that fucker burns to the ground.
12:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

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Trail of Tears

Kira

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Trail of Tears::

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo reaches out to lay his hands upon the maddened Neil. You’ve never see something so glorious in your life. Somehow, you feel better, stronger just taking it in. “Be gone, foul touch,” says Apollo in his naitive tongue.

Then the beauty is gone. Silhouetted above Neil is the image of the Scribe, driven back by the holy goodness of Apollo. Neil finally opens his eyes, milky whiteness turned to the night sky as he screams.

Apollo stumbles back. “Shit,” he says so eloquently before he’s gone in the light of the noonday sun.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:20
Oh, that’s good.
6:20
Not.
6:22
I dive forward protectively on to Neil’s spectre. I —can’t really get between him and The Scribe, but I need to try. “Son,” I say, because that’s how I do. Of course he gets released again, and then, quietly—more fervently: “Neil.”
6:22
Fuck that beautiful song right now I’m busy.
6:24
1s!

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s Sasha’s.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:26
Ah. Sasha. I defensively stand over Neil then. If he’s still in the cave, he probably didn’t get my text.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Like he wasn’t even there, the Scribe fades. Must be pretty damn smug.
6:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil reaches for you as you cling to him. “Kira? Kira, is that you?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:28
“It’s me, love,” I say, quietly, so no one but him can hear me. I’m already on my knees due to being bedraggled and haggard from the Abyss, because goddamnit I may not LOOK bedraggled or haggard but I feel like I am and that’s what matters here. I curl my arms around his shoulders and press my forehead to his. “I’m here.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Kira… there’s so much there,” he whispers, shuddering. “How… am I back?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:30
“I know,” I say, quietly. “As soon as I heard, I hurried down after you and brought you back.”
6:32
“Well. Realized,” I say. “At first I thought maybe you were trapped again but hadn’t realized how—trapped until I found the one who did it.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh… Kira.” You feel an ectoplasmic wetness on your shoulder as he buries his face in your shoulder. “I didn’t… Well, I did, but I shouldn’t have…”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:35
“You did what?” I ask, calm as day. Thanks Appearance. I do cling to him. I don’t mind ectoplasmic wetness.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I did things with… them. Sort of. They did things. And… Oh, Morrigan, Kira, I didn’t mean to cheat on you. I swear I didn’t,” he mutters like a traumatized teenager.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:39
“It’s fine,” I say, calmly, stroking his hair. His ectoplasm hair. “If it was willing, we worked out long ago that while we’d be each others boyfriends and girlfriends, we had an open sexual relationship. It would be highly unfair of me to restrict you when I am having children with many people. And anything they did to you that you were not willing for — and that includes if they used powers to coerce you — was sexual assault and rape. Words will not simply solve that, but anything they did to you that was that way was not your fault, and you should not feel at fault, and I will ensure they feel similar pain — both my daughter and the spectre.” The spectre has only gotten a bit of it.
6:40
“I love you, and I will never stop loving you. Always know that.” I don’t want Neil to end up like my father. “All right?” I reach down to curve my hand around his chin and lift his face to look into mine. “You can always count on me coming after you, no matter what I have to do.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you make him look at you, it’s not the face you remember. He’s become haggard, aged in ways that don’t make sense. He tries valiantly to keep his features strong for you, though. “I love you, Kira. Beyond death and all that stuff.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:44
“I’m bad at being poetic,” I say, calmly. I stroke his cheek, and quietly pull him to his feet. “But I love you beyond death.” I pause for a moment, and then: “Well. Perhaps obviously.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well,” he tries after a full minute of silence. “Isn’t the Abyss after death?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:48
“The Abyss is death. You were technically there twice. The first time, mother made you a spectre, and—this time I went into it and pulled you back. So I have loved you beyond death twice, one could say—is what I am saying—and I am continuing to do so.” I pause. “…I have ruined the poetry of it, haven’t I.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s cute when you try,” he says after another minute of silence. Humor. It’s a nice defense mechanism, isn’t it?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:50
It is. I huff a little bit and pull him up. “I’m—sorry. That I was not faster.” I say then, apologetically. “And—Apollo got The Scribe from you. In exchange, I am to serve him for ten years whenever he calls. I do not know when that will be. Sasha will have to serve him for ten years as well—and Teague for twenty.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Wait, what?” He asks, not really comfortable pulling away. “Teague really shouldn’t have. And… wait, Sasha doesn’t hate me? I was pretty sure he hated me.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:53
“Well, ten of Teague’s years was admittedly him being stupid while we were in New York. Only ten were in exchange.” Even pulling him up I’m not getting far from him—still clinging to him. It’s, even with epic dex, an awkward stumbling process. “And Sasha may have only been doing it because when Apollo asked what I would do in order to see your sanity restored and see you saved from the abyss, and I had to be honest.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” You can tell he feels pretty guilty, but he seems sound of body enough to walk with you… even if he’s constantly touching you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:58
It’s okay. I’m not exactly prone to pulling away from him. I stay pressed against him, walking backward. I have no idea where the crap we are. I look around a little bit, clinging to him. “Don’t feel guilty,” I assure him.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You don’t feel guilty,” he counters.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:01
“No, I don’t,” I say, honestly. “I would do anything to ensure you’re here safe and sound with me, and so any sacrifice is worth it.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You feel guilty that I went there in the first place. I know you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:01
“Yes. That is my fault.”
7:02
“Just as, if we hadn’t dated in the first place, you wouldn’t have died.” I point out.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And if your mother hadn’t had you, none of that would’ve happened. So it’s her fault.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:03
“If we are to do that, then if mother hadn’t been born—and so on. So truly, none of this is neither of our faults, but Fates fault, and it is a course we must accept as it is something greater than ourselves.”
7:04
“Also,” I pause, “It is not mother’s fault.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So her fault,” he says with that awful lopsided grin that doesn’t go with those milky white eyes.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:05
I huff at him and kiss his goopy ectoplasmic self, like kissing him is some sort of punishment. Then, when I’m done, I drape over him and start futzing with my phone, trying to use the GPS on it to figure out where the hell we are, and how far it is to the cave.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You remember this path. It’s about two miles up this road, then through the woods.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:09
“Ah, we’re near the cave,” I say then. I tap back to Teague: “cave.” It’s hard typing while draped around someone.
7:09
I drag Neil slowly to my bike, and climb on with him, clinging to him, and slowly drive the motorcycle back to the cave.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Let me,” he says as he wraps you in his arms before the bike starts up on its own and begins to drive.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:11
I beam, looking pleased and half flustered at that. “You know,” I say then, conversationally, like we didn’t just get out of a literally hell-hole and he isn’t dealing with shit. “You owe me a date.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I do. Pretty sure we don’t have time, though,” he says in your hair.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:14
“Probably not,” I say then—and as we get off the bike at the cave, I pull him off with me, draped with him. “You seem more…buff. And haggard, but buff too.” Because there’s no othr way to describe the stamina thing. I drift down through the cave without paying much attention to where I’m walking because I know it like the back of my hand now.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Maybe dying so much is good for my health,” he jokes as you begin to wander into the darkness together, past the lions that avoid Neil like he’s a big game hunter.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:16
I absently pat at a lion’s head without paying much attention to them.
7:18
“Maybe it is,” I say then, thoughftully. “Who knows.” I hook my hand tight with his and get to the main cave, looking for Ailsa and Sasha.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You hear Crowdad first. “Shouldn’t you be nesting or something?”
Ailsa: “Kindly shove it in the darkest place of your anatomy, dearest uncle.”
Crowdad: “My pretty feathers?”
Ailsa: “No, not there.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:21
“Hello,” I call out then as we step toward the rotunda. I drift into the room then, peering around, and holding Neil’s hand. “Hello father. Are you still pregnant, Ailsa?” I guess it’s only been a month.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She turns, round with child. “Oh yes. It’s been delightfully dreadul.”
7:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad practically flies over to you in his human form. “Shinies?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:24
“Is it Unseelie time?” I ask, curious. I look to Crowdad and then point over to the shiny gun that belonged to Bitchface. “You can have that. I don’t want it near me.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha’s over on his piano, sleeping fitfully. He looks, tired, starved, and… not as pretty. Probably been a rough month.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:25
Oh, Sasha. I give Neil a kiss and drift quickly over to him then, touching his arm. Quietly I lift him up—trying to do so without disturbing him, and moving him to my bed to cover him with a thick and heavy blanket. Sure, he’s like made of ice sometimes but whatever, I do what I want. It makes me feel vaguely maternal.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks like he’s been sick as you lay him to bed.
7:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailso: “Sadly not.”
7:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad squeels in delight, running around and pointing the gun at things.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:27
“Hm. I like this spiteful Seelie variation,” I say, honestly. Sasha tucked in, I idly feel his head to make sure he isn’t burning up because that would suck. “Make sure not to shoot someone with that Crowdad. The first person they see afterward they’ll want to bang.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Cold to the touch.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:27
Good. Healthy.
7:28
I lean and give Sasha a kiss on the forehead, and then drift back over to Neil, taking his hand.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “He’s been playing that thing the whole time. I tried playing mother, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Not even for sex. I’m rather good at it.”
7:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad point the gun at the pregnant Ailsa, calculating.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:29
I nod my head. “He takes his duty seriously.” I look between Ailsa and Crowdad, and then: “I would not risk it. Fae are scary.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad sighs. “Where’s my pretty birdy when I need her?”
7:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa whistles, then a flock of bluejays go to harass your ‘father’.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:30
“Well, the last one I met was an angel who was trying to murder you,” I say, quietly. “Thank you,” I say to Ailsa.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Is it always like this?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:30
I look to Neil. “Hm? Is what?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “When they’re in the same room. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:31
“Oh. Yes.” I nod my head. “It’s always like this. I mean, Crowdad is not very—he is very crow-like,” I say then, solemnly. “And Ailsa is Ailsa.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You have a way with words,” says neil in a teasing fashion.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:33
I huff at that, leaning over to give him another kiss. “Perhaps you should teach me to speak and write as you do, so I can perhaps be more elegant about it. Though, I would be poor at it anyway. Being blunt is much more…” I wave a hand, “my way.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So you’d like to have things put bluntly to you?” he asks.
7:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “I approve of the new look to your ghost.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:36
I smile to Ailsa. “He is attractive, isn’t he?” He isn’t, which of course makes me like him more. And then to Neil: “…Well, yes.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We’re all going to die. Or did. Or are,” says Neil.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:37
“Yes.” I say then.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No. I mean we’re all going to die. Or turn evil. Or already did? I’m not super up on the specifics, but I know what I know.”
7:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “Do I get out of this?”
7:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil stares in her direction.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:38
“Oh.” I pause then, considering. “Part of your prophecy that you picked up in the Underworld? Hm.” I consider tilting my head back.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Something like that. I don’t know. It’s like it already happened.” He shrugs. "I mean I’m already dead, but…’

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:41
“Hm.” I consider then. “Well, maybe we all died in some way. Or turned evil. Or perhaps it depends on the perspective of the visionary. A lot of this does. It is something to consider, at least. I will alert the band.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa rubs her belly lovingly. “You’re going to be lovely monsters, aren’t you/”
7:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil frowns. “Sorry.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:43
“Oh, right.” I look down at my own stomach. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s children.” I pause. “Maybe. I still don’t feel pregnant.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil stares at your stomach. “I can’t tell.”
7:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “You’re not pregnant.”
7:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad shoots the ceiling and cackles.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:45
“Hm.” I look at my stomach. “I need to get pregnant.” I rub my chin. I look to Neil then, raising my eyebrows. I look to Crowdad. “Are you going to fuck the ceiling?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
7:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crowdad: “I’m not a bat.” He seems offended.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:47
I pause, staring at him. “All right,” I say finally. Then: “I bet it’s going to be my fault and or at the very least blamed on me.”

Teague

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Trail of Tears::
6:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Awa
6:13
(aaron.grey) 16s
6:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack’s standing over you, having stolen 7 of your lethal. His myrmidons are scattered around, mostly broken. While they outnumbered the Valkyries 2 to 1, you know how much fucking ass women kick in the norse pantheon now. Gertrude is bleeding, but somewhat lightly in comparison to the two of you. You’ve destroyed most of Kansas City. Again. Somehow, only one pigeon died. Contained chaos. Oh, and over there, talking down the woman with the cursed sword and the mjolnir? That’s a black guy in a stempunk outfit with a gun that glows like it’s made of magic and awesome.
6:19
(aaron.grey) I shake my head, gritting my teeth at the sight of him taking on my weakness. “Did you make it?” I ask Jack fearfully. I seem to remember he did. But then he’s here, and fast enough for me not to be dead. I start to get to my feet.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Yeah. They fuckin’ said she’s-” He gets cut off.
Gerturde: “I didn’t try to kill them, but Odin gave an order.”
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The steampunk man makes gentle motions, helping back her down. “I know, I know, but there were other ways that don’t involve destroying Kansas City.”
6:26
(aaron.grey) “Who’s that?” I ask Jack, nodding toward Steampunk.
6:26
(aaron.grey) I shake my head at the song.
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Fuck if I know. Looks like he plays for your team in that getup,” He says as he takes another 4 of your lethal.
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The steampunk man looks to the two of you. “We come in peace! Or at least, I’d rather not leave in pieces!”
6:30
(aaron.grey) I punch Jack. “Stop that,” I mutter, “you’ll kill yourself.” I offer a weary smile to Steampunk. “Ditto.”
6:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Not helpin’” he says with a smirk.

Steampunk salutes with a pistol. “Hail… are those Arke’s wings? You’re… Tagah, right?”
6:34
(aaron.grey) Damnit. I pull my hand back from Jack, cursing myself. And I really don’t need to do that. I have enough. “Tadhg,” I tell Steampunk. “Teague, if it’s easier.” I squint at him. “You know me?”
6:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know a lot, actually. Donovan Hale.” He gives a halfbow in a theotrical manner, never letting those red-spectacled shades leave either of you threats.

Jack mutters beside you. “Totally a fairy.”
6:37
(aaron.grey) I punch Jack again. “Those are different, and the real ones will turn you into a newt.”
6:37
(aaron.grey) “It’s nice to meet you,” I say to Donovan. It seems like a handshake’s out if he’s afraid of us, so I just nod my head. “Sorry for, uh… this.” I gesture to Kansas.
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I hear it was a shithole anyway?” He jokes from several yards away.
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Gertrude keeps her weapons at her sides. “Your oaf has spat upon my honorable duty.”
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Since when do Viking cunts have honor?”
6:39
(aaron.grey) I smack my hand over Jack’s mouth as fast as I possibly can. It’s fast.
6:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s pretty fast. Not fast enough that 5 viking women don’t turn towards you, riding what appear to be nemean wolves.
6:41
(aaron.grey) “My friend here is not in his right mind, given the tragic loss he came here to undo,” I say smoothly. “And he will personally apologize to you and yours for all of this.”
6:41
(aaron.grey) “Right, Jack?” I go on, not moving my hand.
6:41
(aaron.grey) I try to nod his head.
6:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You hear what you’re sure is no.
6:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “It’s ok. We’re all right cunts from time to time,” jokes the man trying to de-escalate the situation. “By the way, I’m a big fan of the way you swing a sword and destroy buildings.”
6:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Getrude steps forward. “I will defend my honor.”
6:49
(aaron.grey) “Thanks,” I tell Donovan, sighing, mostly out of fatigue. “It’s easier than it looks.” I gesture for him to come closer as I finally let go of Jack’s mouth. “I’d be eternally grateful if you could find some way to get my friend here somewhere slightly less… here.” Before he kills us all.
6:51
(aaron.grey) I turn to Gertrude. “You have defended your honor, when you bested me in combat.” I fight the grimace. “Jack is part of my band, and I assume all responsibility for him.” I smile to her, as graciously as I can. “And I ask that you forgive me, on his behalf, for our grievous actions, beholden by our honor to rescue our friend, as you were to protect the three.”
6:51
(aaron.grey) (1L to Boys will be Boys!)
6:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She gives you a long, skeptical look. “Odin’s not going to be happy with you.”
6:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “That sounds like a problem for a tomorrow, doesn’t it?” he asks as he approaches.
6:55
(aaron.grey) “And then some,” I agree.
6:55
(aaron.grey) I can no longer count the gods I’ve upset on my fingers.
6:56
(aaron.grey) I guess I could become an octopus.
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan gets close enough you could cut him in half. “How about I fly you guys out in a helicopter, hm? And Gertrude can watch the Fates, you know, in case things attack them.”
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Gertrude looks annoyed and sadly resolved at that.
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack mutters cunt behind your hand.
7:01
(aaron.grey) I smile to Donovan. “Not stricly necessary,” I say, fanning my wings. “But that would be nice, thank you.” Pause. “Helicopter?”
7:01
(aaron.grey) I ignore Jack. It’s what you have to do sometimes.
7:01
(aaron.grey) If you can.
7:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Pretty sure he can’t fly,” says Donovan.
7:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack says he can.
7:02
(aaron.grey) “Oh, I’d fly him, if I could trust him not to try to backseat drive.”
7:02
(aaron.grey) My face looks puzzled as I work some implications out.
7:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He mutters something about how he’d drive your backseat really good.
7:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan gesture and starts walking at a brisk pace. “Hope you don’t think too badly of Getrude. She’s… dedicated.”
7:04
(aaron.grey) “Aren’t we all,” I say, looking straight ahead. The red in the face must be the harsh wind. In Kansas.
7:05
(aaron.grey) “I don’t blame her.”
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “She’s a right cunt, she is.”
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks over his shoulders. “Get up, ya pussies. We’re leaving.”
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Myrmidons begin to get up, most broken and limping.
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan winks to you. “He’s cheery, sin’t he?”
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You get Kira’s text then.
7:08
(aaron.grey) “Nothing gets him down,” I say, shaking my head.
7:08
(aaron.grey) We walk with him. Because we don’t want to die.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:08
“hello”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
7:08
(aaron.grey) I look to my phone. “Huh. I’m guessing that means she’s ok.”
7:08
(aaron.grey) I text back: “Hi.”
7:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s what I hear,” murmur’s Donovan.
7:10
(aaron.grey) So meeting back at the cave. I put my phone back in my pocket. “So, what exactly were you doing here, Donovan?”
7:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, my bandmate was in the area, then tornadoes began to devastate the area. Thought I might need to check that situation out.”
7:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “But you didn’t fight, panzy.”
7:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Nope. Thought she could kick your ass just fine on her own. Seems like I was right.”
7:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack looks ready to swing.
7:13
(aaron.grey) “You’ll get your round two, I’m sure,” I tell Jack. I then turn to Donovan. “It’s fine, he hits like a butterfly,” I tease. Because apparently, I have a death wish.
7:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll DV
7:13
(aaron.grey) 10s
7:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He hits you with what makes you cringe to think of, and feels like a butterfly kiss with his fist.
7:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack smirks. “When I want to, fairy boy.”
7:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “You two are a cute couple, but isn’t he supposed to be with Ciara?”
7:15
(aaron.grey) I totally don’t let out a breath that I was holding out of fear for my poor constitution.
7:15
(aaron.grey) Of course, then there’s that.
7:15
(aaron.grey) “Uh, not a couple.”
7:17
(aaron.grey) “Kira’s with Neil.
7:17
(aaron.grey) And maybe Sasha.”
7:17
(aaron.grey) “But I mean we weren’t a couple.”
7:17
(aaron.grey) “Aren’t.”
7:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan sure as fuck has a helicopter, parked in the middle of a parking garage you faintly remeber destroying part of. He opens up the back. Donovan: “Uh huh.”
7:21
(aaron.grey) I get in. If I’m lucky for no reason, Jack won’t even say a word. “Nice helicopter.” Because I know about helicopters.
7:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know. I built it myself,” he says after he helps some Myrmidons in (who Jack calls chumps before beginning to help stabilize them).
7:24
(aaron.grey) I’ll leave him to that. They’re his men, after all. “Thanks, by the way, for back there. And sorry that you had to leave some of your band behind to do it.”
7:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “I trust that she can handle herself. And if she can’t, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t going to save her.” He gets that baby in the air. “Oh, and where am I taking you?”
7:25
(aaron.grey) “Well, Kira’s back at the cave,” I say, mostly for Jack’s benefit. “So he can go there. I don’t think you can get me to where I need to go, though.”
7:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan tries to give you a polite smile.
7:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m afraid there are a few thousand caves on this continent alone. Am I going to one of them?”
7:27
(aaron.grey) “It’s in the Appalachian mountains,” I tell him. “Uh… think it can make it there?”
7:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It runs on a perpetual motion machine,” says Donovan. “My own design, actually.”
7:30
(aaron.grey) “So… it’ll make it anywhere, then. Badass.”
7:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Not anywhere. I haven’t added the functionality which can travel between planes of existance, so… mostly just anywhere in the world or certain terra incognita.”
7:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Will you nancy nerds shut it up there?”
7:33
(aaron.grey) I throw a glare at Jack. “Let me know when you do,” I tell Donovan more quietly. “Pretty sure I’m due back with a certain god.”
7:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Which god?” asks Donovan.
7:35
(aaron.grey) “Apollo.”
7:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Strange. I heard you were more of a Fairy friend.”
7:37
(aaron.grey) “It’s this whole thing. It’s kind of a long story.”
7:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We’ve got time.”
7:38
(aaron.grey) I tilt my head as I think. Why not. “Well, we were set to judge this contest, pick out the best out of three gods for their clubs up in NYC. We decided on Apollo, but I had the gall, apparently, to tell him he had the most points. Which was bad. Apparently. To make it up to him, I’m his, uh…” I sneak a look back to Jack. “I have to be there for ten years.”
7:39
(aaron.grey) “But Jack was in trouble, so I kind of bailed without saying anything.”
7:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “His messenger?” asks Donovan.
7:40
(aaron.grey) “It’s like a messenger.”
7:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “In what way/”
7:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack apparently picks that moment to pay attention to you. “Hehehehe. Ganymede.”
7:42
(aaron.grey) “Or not,” I shoot back at Jack. I don’t look to Donovan.
7:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack: “Totally gettin’ some Greek love, aren’t ya?”
7:44
(aaron.grey) “So I’m staying at Apollo’s pad,” I say to Donovan. “Yeah, so when you get that hyperdrive thingy, hit me up. If I’m still alive.”
7:44
(aaron.grey) Ignoring Jack.
7:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “How would you like me to hit you up?” he asks with a smirk.
7:45
(aaron.grey) I put my face in my hands. “I’m so glad you’re ok, Jack.”

Together

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Trail of Tears::
When Donovan eventually lands outside, the group can reuinite.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:47
Down in the cave they find the group, with Crowdad shooting things with Eros’ gun. Kira is there holding haggard-Neil’s hand, Sasha is asleep, and Ailsa is being pregnant.
7:48
“Hello.” I say then, looking to them as they get down in the cave.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:48
(aaron.grey) I offer Donovan a chance to rest up inside, in case he’s in need of a stopover. If not, I thank him again for the trip, and all that stuff before making us not quite so dead with Gertrude.
7:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When they get down there, Teague brings Jack, some very injured Myrms, and a steampunk stranger with a pistol in one hand to the sound of gunfire.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:49
“Hello,” I say then to the stranger.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack lifts Kira before anyone can get a hold of him. “Coach!”
7:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Surprise. It’s probably sex with Jack.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:49
“Hello Jack,” I say then, ruffling his hair and letting him lift me.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “You’re Kara? Keera?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:50
“Kira,” I say. “And you are?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Damn. He said the name on the ride over.”
7:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Donovan Hale.” He does that half bow things.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:51
I point. “Neil. Crowdad. Ailsa. Over there sleeping is Sasha. Hello, Donovan.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “Would anyone like some wine?” She’s certainly having some.
7:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Kira’s being carried towards the bed.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:51
“I know they’re monsters, but drinking is probably not good for them,” I say considerably. I slap Jack’s hands lightly. “Not right now,” I say.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:51
(aaron.grey) I stay back toward Donovan. “Welcome to our humble abode.”
7:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You were cgone for a month. With a text. I was worried. Now make it up to me with a beej,” says Jack as he drops Kira into the bed.
7:52
(aaron.grey) “Charming.”’
7:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Aila looks right at Kira and drinks deeply.
7:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan whispers to Teague. “That’s kind of what I expected.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:53
“I will give you five later if you will allow me to wait until later.” I roll sideways and then hop up again, and shrug to Ailsa.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil looks horrible, Teague.
7:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack starts crawling after her, kneeing Sasha in the stomach, who lifts him and throws him hard into the sacrifical pool.
7:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha swear in russian.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:54
“You okay Sasha?” I ask then, hopping off the bed — or trying — and wandering over that way to try and help him up while avoiding giving a BJ to Jack for the moment.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:54
(aaron.grey) I’ll head toward Neil. We’ve never been really close, but maybe something happened. “Hey.”
7:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crow dad shoots the gun again, apparently delighted at the loud noise.
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha sits up, waving off any help. “Don’t be an imbecile.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:56
“Crowdad,” I say, aside, “if you shoot anyone, shoot someone who isn’t Ailsa or I will have to kill you.” Geas.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack gets up, shaking himself off.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:56
I stand back, waiting on him to give up and give him a kiss. “Thank you.” Even if we’re in front of people and he has to be cold and distant now.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil gives a half wave to Teague. “Hey.”
7:57
(aaron.grey) “So… how’s it goin’?”
7:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Not great. You?”
7:57
(aaron.grey) “Yeah, I’ve been better.”
7:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha has to take a lot of time to get up, bum leg and all.
7:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You look sad,” he says.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Should we be worried that someone’s gonna get hurt?”
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack charges at Sasha.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then blue jays attack him.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa whistles innocently.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) While drinking.
7:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) While prego.
7:58
(aaron.grey) “Kinda evens itself out, doesn’t it?” I ask Neil.
7:59
(aaron.grey) Looking out over everyone.
7:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil shrugs. “For me, maybe. You feel like the ups are hitting it for you?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:59
“Jack,” I say then—stepping between Sasha and him. “Fine. Let’s make it super awesome and go fuck in the cold chamber. Bet your cock gets all shrivelly there.” This is said with a sigh and some measure of weariness.
7:59
Distract Jack so he doesn’t destroy my cave. Siiigh

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack’s currently distracted with birds, leading him deeper into the tunnels.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:00
Oh.
8:00
Okay good. I thought he was charging at Sasha.
8:00
Oh good.
8:00
Thanks Ailsa.
8:00
I give Ailsa a thumbs up.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:00
(aaron.grey) “I don’t really know, honestly. Glad to have you back home, at any rate. I think Kira was pretty worried.”
8:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She thinks about doing it, but that would require putting down her goblet. She pinies you up.
8:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I assume she gave you the bad news,” he says as he float closer.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:01
“Not yet,” I say to Neil.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:01
(aaron.grey) “What bad news?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:01
“We’re all going to die and or turn evil,” I say to the rest of the room then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.”
8:02
(aaron.grey) “What?”
8:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan takes a slow sidestep away from Teague.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:02
“Or we all already have died and turned evil. Neil isn’t totally certain, but it is one of the two.” I pause. “Four.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Infinite and unknown. But it’s bad.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:03
I point at him.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “What’s this crock you’re babbling about?” He grabs a nearby stick to help him walk.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:03
“It will probably be my fault. He didn’t say that, but I can only assume.”
8:03
I move to offer Sasha my arm, even though I know he won’t take it.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:03
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “Nothing else to go on?” I ask Neil.
8:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “I blame the Morrigan.”
8:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Also something with tentacles.”
8:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha gives Kira a look that would kill a small child.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:04
I nod to him once, and then: “Also, I have to find one of my children to kill again. El Voce. La Voce? Whatever. She is a pest.” Understatement.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “So when do you turn evil? Or, you know, get murdered? Because I’m pretty sure there’s a hotel not far.”
8:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “I can’t wait until my darling sister dies. Then I can have the house to myself.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:05
I look to Donovan, thoughtfully. “Well. I am already mother of monsters and gods, so it could be said I am slightly evil. I do not believe I am, as I do not fall in line with titanspawn, but,” I shrug. "The world is not black and white. "
8:05
“The Underworld is not such a terrible place.” The Underworld.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:05
(aaron.grey) “You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to,” I tell Donovan.
8:05
(aaron.grey) “We won’t blame you.”
8:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan considers it. “You know what, I’ll do that. Take my rose-tinted spectacles of-holy shit, is that a real dwarven anvil?”
8:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha stares at him, then looks to Teague. “You are no longer allowed to pick friends.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:06
“It is,” I say then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Anybody know where the others are?”
8:06
(aaron.grey) “What did I do?” I ask Sasha.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:07
“Last I knew, Simone was calming Patrick down after Teague was a jerk.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “The idiots follow you.”
8:07
(aaron.grey) I feel another stab of guilt at hearing Patrick’s name. How long has it been?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:07
“That was a month ago from my understanding.” I shrug. “I do not know whre they or Hannah is now.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donvan: “I know what it is. Can I buy that? Or stare loningly at it until I can replicate its effects?”
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha stares at him, then at Teague. “He’s not your friend, is he?”
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Should we try to get ahold of them? You know, to tell them we suck?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:08
I look to it. “Well, it is how I learned metalsmithing. You can use it if you’d like. I honestly don’t use it much. However, I believe Sasha would stab me if I gave it to you without bargaining.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “I could paint.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:09
I look to Neil: “I texted everyone when I got back.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:09
(aaron.grey) “Yes?” I say as a question to Sasha. “And yes,” I say to Neil.
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha looks to Donovan. “No.” He looks to Teague. “That’s a no.” Then to Kira. “Don’t be an idiot.”
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “With more than hello?”
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “I think I’d go with blue.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:10
“Well, no. But the last text they had received from me was ‘going in to the abyss.’ " Neil knows my texts too well.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:10
(aaron.grey) I look to Kira. “You might want to try one of them. In case they still hate me a lottle.”
8:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “And you didn’t get anything back?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:11
“No. I only got a reply from Teague.”
8:11
“I will go and call.”
8:11
I move toward the cavern exit so that this will be better.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha sighs. “I’ve been in a cave for a month. With that thing.” He gestures to the drunk pregnant woman.
8:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan goes to stare at the anvil anyway.
8:12
(aaron.grey) How can we not all be friends, with Sasha being so damn friendly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:12
“You were asleep.” I pat his arm before I go. “It’s okay.” To Donovan. “Try it out. I will help you move it if oyu think of something to trade for it.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Will do.”
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha may try to beat him with a stick. You don’t know as you make calls.
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No one answers.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:13
Hm.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:13
(aaron.grey) I try to check up on Patrick.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:13
Are the calls at least going through and to voice mail to indicate they still exist?

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not in physical danger.
8:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not Hannah’s. Simone’s goes to a full voicemail. Patrick’s isn’t able to complete as dialed.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:15
Hm. Well, all three of those are bad. One means it’s destroyed, one means it’s gone, and the other means it’s out of power. I head back downstairs. “I believe all their phones are destroyed.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:15
(aaron.grey) “Damn.”
8:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: “Well, that sucks.”
8:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha routes Donovan at last.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:16
“That likely means they are in danger.” I shrug. “We should perhaps look into that situation and track them.” I look to Teague. “Have you finally learned Ariadne’s thread.”
8:16
A pause.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “Maybe they died horribly, in agony.” She sighs whistfully.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:16
“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping with Apollo?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Lame Ruski,” he muters.
8:17
(aaron.grey) I point a finger at Kira. “I can find them.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:17
“It has only been a month. That is a lot less time than ten years.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa in a singsong voice. “Not if theyr’re deeeeeadd.”
8:17
(aaron.grey) Shut up shut up shut up.
8:17
(aaron.grey) “Shut up,” I say aloud to Ailsa.
8:18
(aaron.grey) Taking up my doll and finding Patrick. Because Ailsa’s wrong.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:18
“You should not disobey a god.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha looks at Teague. “You’re asking to be smitten.”
8:18
(aaron.grey) “Well, how am I supposed to get back there?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:18
Kira nods toward Sasha.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Where’s there?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:18
“I thought you were a package delivery man.” Messenger. Same thing.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:18
(aaron.grey) “Apollo’s fancy palace thing.”
8:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Couldn’t you ask someone like Hermes to take you for a nominal fee?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
“Or Iris.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:19
(aaron.grey) “I could ask Iris,” I say then.
8:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha stares at Donovan, then looks to Kira. “Is he your friend?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
I look to Donovan, and then to Sasha. “I don’t know him.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:19
(aaron.grey) “But what about Patrick?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
“Teague brought him while you were asleep.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:19
(aaron.grey) “You need me to find him.”
8:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “He’s probably dead.”
8:19
(aaron.grey) “Shut up!”
8:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or a monster.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
“We are all in a band,” I say to him.
8:19
“He is a Medusa,” I say.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:19
(aaron.grey) I point a finger at her. I want to Caladbolg her.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:20
As if I could read his mind: “If you touch her, Teague, I will kill you.”
8:20
Geas.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:20
(aaron.grey) I huff.
8:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan mildly stares. “You know, I feel like my band just got less fucked up by comparison.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:20
To Donovan: “Would you like the anvil?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “…Yes.”
8:21
(aaron.grey) “Focus, Kira.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:21
“What are you particularly known for?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha glares at Kira.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:21
I wave a hand to Teague.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “I tinker.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:21
“Can you create something that would allow us to track our bandmates bodies, dead or alive, and also perhaps get all of us out there? In exchange, I will give you the anvil.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:21
(aaron.grey) I’m casting Ariadne’s Thread.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:21
“Or, barring being unable to move it, give you open access to it.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) "Ummm…’ He considers, rubbing his chin.
8:22
(aaron.grey) (11s, 1L)
8:22
(aaron.grey) (Patrick)
8:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “It’s an easy spell.”
8:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can find him.
8:23
(aaron.grey) “I know where Patrick is.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:23
“So he is probably a monter,” I say then, honestly.
8:23
“Hmm, I bet Simone is too,” I say, thoughtfully.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “I like this better already.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:24
“Hannah is the strange one to become a montser, but is not a total impossibility.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha puts a hand on Kira. “I believe you owe her more credit than that. She did what you couldn’t.”
8:24
(aaron.grey) “Donovan,” I call out, “would you maybe be willing to fly me cross-country again?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:24
“Teague, go back to Apollo.” I look to Sasha. “It is in my nature to assume the worst.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Maybe if I rerout the ectrodes and combine it with an efficiency matrix… hm?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:24
I look to Donovan. “Can you fly all of us?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Donovan: “Ummm… Yes?”
8:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “I do not trust a stranger when we can fly ourselves.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:25
“This is true.” I say to Sasha. I look down where Jack went. “JACK. WE HAVE TO GO SAVE AND OR KILL PEOPLE.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So we
8:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ’re following Teague?” asks Neil.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:27
“Teague is going to go to Apollo because we have enough gods who hate us without him being stupid and making another angry who has helped us a lot.” I say, calmly. “He is going to trust us to protect our band.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:27
(aaron.grey) I point to where the thread is leading me. “He’s that way,” I say, moping.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:28
“Thank you.” I say then and without further ado, look to Ailsa. “Thank you.” And THEN I head up and out of the cave.
8:29
“Teague,” I say. “Teach me the spell.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:29
(aaron.grey) “You go where you feel the thread,” I tell her, showing her where I envision one attached to my doll.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:31
“All right.” I pull out Mixcoatl’s net from my backpack—man, I’ve never gotten this out before, does anyone even know that I have it???? It’s just a weird starry net. Also, a bit of blood is on it. Weird sex. I wave it around a little bit.
8:32
6s.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So, who’s going where?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:32
Simone first.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:33
(aaron.grey) I’m staying behind, grrr, at the pool, using Caladbolg to make a rainbow and pray to Iris.
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Bitch, I’m asking who your fuckers are taking with you where.
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) now split the party, bitches.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:34
Neil is coming with me. Jack is coming with me. Ummm, I’d ask Sasha, but he’s done a lot and I’m going to stare at him and be like “No, you stay and rest.”
8:34
“Will you come with me and help us do things?” I ask Donovan. “Anvil will be yours.” Shuttup bandmates.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Until or unless my life becomes in danger. At which case, I’ll leave and still collect my fee,” he says with a smile.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:35
“Then not worth the deal,” I say, shaking my head.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Cool. Find your own ride.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:35
“We all can fly.” I shrug.
8:36
I look to Neil. “You can still spect-or stuff right. Didn’t you want me to tie something on to your staff?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or I can carry it?”
8:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [We’re ending here because there’s nothing bus smalltalk, and I’ve been up since 3 am. enjoy 7 xp, bitches]

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Not This Shit Again/Beyond Nightmare

Together

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Not This Shit Again::Beyond Nightmare::
Eventually, Teague gets out to the real world and gets Kira’s text. You may both respond accordingly.
11:15
(aaron.grey) I get the message on my phone, taking a look. <<hello>> I text back.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:16
<<i’m><<do>> What the hell is even in the Abyss?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:20
<> That’s a lot of frantic emotion there for Kira, Kira, are you sure you’re not going soft for your bandmates???

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:21
(aaron.grey) “Hmmm.” <<really>>

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:22
<>

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:23
(aaron.grey) “He was safe…” I tell myself. “He’ll probably be safe a little while longer…” <<we’ll>> Looks like I’m heading back through the crossroads yet again, coming out near the cave. I’ll be back soon.
11:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) People are going to start think you’re spying on them at the Crossroads, but it’s all good. Maybe one day you’ll be a god of it.
11:25
(aaron.grey) I’m not holding my breath.
11:26
(aaron.grey) When I come out, I head straight for the cave.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:28
And of course, I drive to the cave, park my motorcycle inside of it, and then solemnly take the jar from Sasha when he lands. My face is still totally blank.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) About this time, when the group is beginning to gather together, the sun peaks over the horizon.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:30
I glance that way, because Apollo.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:30
(aaron.grey) I look toward the sunrise with a slight pang of guilt.
11:31
(aaron.grey) “So. Abyss.”
11:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You rang?
11:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The glorious god of the sun appears with the golden light shining across his perfect chest. All thoughts of Sasha are gone in an instant.
11:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Good morning,” he says with that smirk that makes you want to punch and makeout with him.
11:32
(aaron.grey) It takes me more than a second to remind myself to stop staring and start talking. “Good morning.”
11:32
(aaron.grey) I bow awkwardly.
11:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Don’t do that. I hated it in the Victoria Era, and it makes less sense now.”
11:33
(aaron.grey) I straighten up immediately.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:33
“Good morning,” I say, blinking a few times, and then dipping my head low—still holding that jar. I’m going to put this bitch down somewhere where she’ll never see the son.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ah, Kira. I was hoping to find you here. I didn’t expect you’d keep the company of quite so many men, but I suppose I did hear about your escapade with Loki.”
11:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague notices that Sasha comes to stand between the two of you.
11:34
(aaron.grey) Oh. He came for her. Relieved or sad?
11:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Kira’s mesmerized by pretty.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:35
“Um,” I say. Gods always come at the worst times. Of course they do. “I embrace my role that Fate has given me of Mother of Monsters and Gods,” I say then, simply. Best way to put it.
11:36
God, how can he be so pretty?

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You might want to consider ignoring Fate’s advice on that one. No one wants to be Gaia.”
11:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks over your group. “I’d ask who this was, but I genuinely don’t care.”
11:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I already know of you,” states Sasha plainly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:37
How can so many gods be so pretty? “Someone has to be,” I say then, automatically. I look to Sasha then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:38
(aaron.grey) I’m just being quiet, respectfully looking. Respect.
11:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Yes. Gaia,” says Apollo like it’s plain.
11:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “I believe Neil’s in danger,” he reminds.
11:39
(aaron.grey) Wouldn’t I know if he was? I think idly. It’s replaced by Abs.
11:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Someone’s always in danger. That’s the joy of living,” states Apollo.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:40
I nod my had. No need to mention that all pantheons out there generally do (or at least have the possibility) of having a Gaia because of Apollo. My eyes flash to Sasha, and I look to Apollo. I think of Cassandra and literally everything he’s done to the other. God. Kira. I draw in a breath, let it out. “He was actually a ghost at the time,” I say. “And one of my children—monsters from beyond fate—dragged him to the Abyss. We were about to go.”
11:41
“I’m honestly not sure if—I go on my bike if he’ll be brought to life or just be a ghost again. This is a strange case.” Babble babble babble stare at the pretty boy.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:41
(aaron.grey) Uncomfortably. On a one-seater bike.
11:41
(aaron.grey) Is Sasha coming?
11:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ah. I’m surprised you’re going. From what I hear, the Abyss is a horrid place where the madness of the titans was born,” says the pretty as a conversation starter.
11:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha politely interjects here. “We are well aware of the nature of the realm. Well, except perhaps Teague.”
11:43
(aaron.grey) I glare at Sasha.
11:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Pretty boy.
11:43
(aaron.grey) Pretty pretty.
11:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo shrugs. “I suppose this is where one asks for help of the gods?”
11:45
(aaron.grey) “Um. Yes. If that wouldn’t be… bad.”
11:46
(aaron.grey) This is why we don’t let me talk to gods, least of all ones who look like that.
11:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Poor Appearance low Teague.
11:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll App+Pres for me
11:47
(aaron.grey) 4s
11:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re not drooling, but your mouth is open.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:48
I draw in a breath and let it out. “The sun does cut through darkness and lend warmth. It would be—it would be a magnificent honor if you aided us.” I dip my head low again.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I could do something like that…” He considers a moment. “I suppose I could offer some form of assistance for assistance of my own.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:50
I nod my head once to that. “Of course.” I fold my hands over the jar.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:50
(aaron.grey) “We’d take it.”
11:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “If you’re done flirting…”
11:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “Well, I could form a new body for your saved ghost. Or possibly cure him of his madness when you return him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:52
“The latter—I admit, the latter would be what I would prefer.” I am the one who should be mad. Neil—was innocent and divorced from that. He didn’t even care for a body. Mama said that being a ghost would be his strength.
11:52
I also reach out one hand and lightly touch Sasha’s arm.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It reminds you that you can do so. Also, that you could be having sex. Maybe with him and Apollo.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:54
I could be. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t really want to — oh, ESPECIALLY with both of them. But my blockade of reason informs me that there are other things I need to be concerned with, such as Neil, the one person I would call my boyfriend.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “I suppose I could play his Saviour,” he muses. "But I’d need a reason to balance the effort.
11:54
(aaron.grey) “What kind of reason?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:55
I nod my head once. “Of course.” Nothing is free.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, years of service. Protection of something sacred to me. A great gift,” he says.
11:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha exhales. That’s probably close to a sigh.
11:56
(aaron.grey) Shit. I don’t have any gifts to give away.
11:56
(aaron.grey) And I’m already due ten YEARS of service. Service.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
11:58
The hand on the arm does serve as an anchor. Sasha has been there for me today. This lets him know that I’m here too — that I do hear him. Also, it’s almost a needy gesture. I inhale, then exhale. “I’m afraid the only gifts I have to offer right now are some relics unworthy of you, or a different spectre tainted by madness. But for Neil’s sake, I will do whichever of the other two would best serve you.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
11:59
(aaron.grey) “Um, yeah, we’d do whatever. I’m already going to, uh, be there with you. At some time. Or I’m pretty good at protecting things,” I add hurriedly.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:00
ALMOST a needy gesture.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I suppose we could exchange something like that,” says the charming god. “Perhaps you can make me another offer, see what level of effort and dedication this ghost is worth to you.”
12:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha’s fingers might brush your cloak. Once. maybe.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:01
Almost, Kira. Control yourself. Oh, Sasha. “I would do anything,” I say, quite honestly. It’s a stupid as fuck thing to say to a god, but it’s the truth. And I know it’s a stupid as fuck thing to say. Case in point: this is the first person I’d willingly go to the Abyss for. He’s also the person I’d willingly say something stupid as fuck to a god about.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:02
(aaron.grey) I tear my eyes away from Apollo just long enough to look sidelong at Kira. Even I know that’s dumb.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:02
Everyone at least can recognize that Kira knows that it’s stupid. But her face is solemn, fervent.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “We offer you a potent poison able to kill a dragon, enough for three doses, three children who will have their lives dedicated to singing your praise eternally, and service of another term of Teague’s for each of us.”
12:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo finally seems to notice Sasha again, smirking. “That’s quite a backtrack from anything.”
12:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “I am not swayed by a perfect man or woman. It’s the same as asking a drunk person to do something.”
12:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo chuckles.
12:06
(aaron.grey) Hold on a second…
12:06
(aaron.grey) I look to Sasha.
12:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha has always ignored Teague.
12:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He continues that trend.
12:07
(aaron.grey) Still… Really rude to take back things…
12:07
(aaron.grey) But… does that mean 20 years? Or 40?
12:07
(aaron.grey) Either way, I’ve barely been alive 20 years now.
12:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Int+Politics
12:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague
12:08
(aaron.grey) 3s
12:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He just offered you a second term and he and Kira each a term.
12:08
(aaron.grey) Holy crap. He’s gonna loooooove that.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:09
“I do not offer it because he is pretty,” I say quietly. “I offer it because he wishes to see what level of dedication I would take to saving Neil. I know saying ‘anything’ to a god is liable to mess with me, but it is honest to the level of dedication.” I look to Apollo. “Either offer.” I’d say please-be-kind, but who knows.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “She’s an idiot, and traditionally women are not allowed to make such choices without their father’s intervention. I claim dominion over her in this traditional way. My offer stands,” says Sasha firmly.
12:11
(aaron.grey) I gape. Someone’s about to get cut.
12:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo seems to think this is a riot.
12:11
(aaron.grey) Cut. Ripped. Muscles. Apollo.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:11
I eye Sasha then, seem to consider saying something, and then shrug.
12:13
I think since he claimed dominion over me in the traditional way we’re supposed to get married or something. Or maybe just have more babies? Apollo is pretty.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo: “Very well. I’ll take it.” He holds his hand to Kira. “Shall we fulfill my deal with you?”
12:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha puts a hand before Kira. “We have business first.”
12:15
(aaron.grey) Which thing is he taking?
12:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo sighs. “Well, I suppose if I don’t hear from you by the time Teague’s term of service comes up, I’ll have to send him to search for you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:16
I nod my head once. “Of course.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:16
(aaron.grey) “Umm. When might that be?”
12:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Now. I need something to keep me entertained.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:17
“Farewell Teague,” I say then, looking to him.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:17
(aaron.grey) I gape. Again. I’m at least smart enough this time to keep the But… in my head. Patrick. And Simone. And… stuff. Neil, that one.
12:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “Pick up your jaw and go, Teague. Every second we spend doing this, more of Neil is lost, most likely in eternal agony and horror.”
12:18
(aaron.grey) I wince. “Um. Bye, then.” Ten years…

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:19
“I will tell everyone,” I say, simply.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:19
(aaron.grey) I walk toward the sun god.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:19
This is to Teague—it’s supposed to be comforting.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha truns to go deeper into the cave.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:19
I dip my head to Apollo, waiting due to Piety 4 to be dismissed.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo holds his hand out to Teague as a magnificient golden chariot comes to land. “Let’s be off then.”
12:20
(aaron.grey) I take that hand. This is happening.
12:20
(aaron.grey) Ten years.
12:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And so it is split!

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:20
I back up three steps, since with the turn it’s a dismissal, and then turn and follow Sasha.

Teague

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Not This Shit Again::
12:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You are wisked away to be the cup bearer for Apollo. Prettiest man you’ve seen. Today.
12:23
(aaron.grey) I only have eyes for him today.
12:24
(aaron.grey) They’re pretty eyes.
12:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Describe how you entertain Apollo, Teague.
12:24
(aaron.grey) Well…
12:27
(aaron.grey) There’s certainly one thing very much at the forefront of my mind. How could it not be? Ten years of service is a long, long time. So… probably sleeping with Apollo. Pretty much whenever he says. I’m actually pretty good at that.
12:28
(aaron.grey) He’s also a god of athletics. So… when that other thing isn’t what he wants to do, I can do sports. He really likes artsy stuff, and I’m getting more into that. I can write stuff, I can dance a little. I bet he’d be a killer dancer, like Patrick.
12:28
(aaron.grey) I also try my best to talk to him and learn anything I can about him. Mainly what he likes and dislikes, because I need to know. For more than one reason. Like keeping the sun god happy with me. And also to keep my word to some other god who is not near as beautiful.
12:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, that seems like a good excuse to buy Appearance, any Physical, empathy, politics, presence, or athletics.
12:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Maybe Perception as well.
12:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Which one is the primary way you attempt to entertain him?
12:32
(aaron.grey) Admittedly, sex.
12:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You should probably make one of your next buys Appearance, Presence, or Empathy.
12:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) As you’re going to get better at it.
12:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Or else.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
12:47
(aaron.grey) I got better at all of them, as well as Athletics.
12:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Let’s give you a Charisma+[Empathy or Presence] roll at a difficulty of 12.
12:48
(aaron.grey) 13s
12:50
(aaron.grey) 9 + 11 = 20s, throwing in 7L for a total of 27s
12:51
(aaron.grey) +5L for a total of 32s
12:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +4 to the further rolls.
12:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo seems to actually come to enjoy your presence in the long run. You have a lot of athletic pursuits.
12:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) If you wish, have a dot of Dodekatheon virtues.
12:56
(aaron.grey) Expression up to 3
12:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re quite skilled with Apollo, and he decides you’re much more worthwhile. You may have arete in either empathy or one of his favored abilities.
1:01
(aaron.grey) Arete Presence 1

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
1:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Despite what you do otherwise, you are actually responsible for feeding the god whatever he desires, keeping up at his meals and essentially being his companion at all times he wishes. It leads you to have a lot of time to observe him. You can roll Perception+[Empathy or Investigation] for your factfinding.
1:07
(aaron.grey) 12s, used Empathy
1:07
(aaron.grey) adding +3L for a total of 15s
1:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) About a month into the life you’re slowly coming to appreciate living, you see Tom Hiddleston on the TV. He turns in the middle of his interview, smirking to you. “Why hello, Teague.”
1:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Apollo’s in another room of his stately mansion, possibly being ‘adored’ by some nymphs and satyrs, or composing an epic poem, or something equally perfect.
1:11
(aaron.grey) My eyes go wide at the shock, but little else shows on my features. “Hello…” I say quietly, looking around.
1:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It seems you’ve been left alone.
1:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Loki: “Don’t worry, no one else knows.” He winks at you, and you get the feeling he knows everything about everything. “How’s the mission coming along?”
1:14
(aaron.grey) Right. The mission to give you secrets about Apollo. “Good,” I say simply. “I think he actually likes me now.”
1:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “How good of you. I expect you’re making many friends.” He folds his hands in his lap. “I’d like to do the same. Have you anything that could help me?”
1:17
(aaron.grey) I nod slowly. I’ve learned a lot. And things that Apollo likes or dislikes doesn’t seem too terribly important. I don’t think for one second he’s asking because he has Apollo’s name in a Secret Santa exchange, but what could he do with it? “I think I do. Just tidbits. It hasn’t been too long yet.”
1:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course, of course. But I figured we could have an update. You must be getting quiet the view of him, being his private sex sla-I’m sorry, cupbearer.”
1:19
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “Oh yes,” I say before I can stop myself. It’s a really, really nice view.
1:19
(aaron.grey) I clear my throat. “I’ll tell you some of what I’ve seen so far.”
1:20
(aaron.grey) And you’ll remove a curse from me.
1:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll Loyalty to see if you can tell him. You could potentially also contest it with Piety to keep your word to Loki.
1:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can make an argument for others.
1:23
(aaron.grey) 2s to Loyalty, 1s to Piety
1:24
(aaron.grey) I’m conflicted, but I tell myself that this is more important. I’ve come to appreciate Apollo, in more than a few ways. But I can’t live my life under Hera’s curse. Or curses. I can’t let her win or let my friends down. But I don’t have to tell Loki near everything. (1W)
1:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You begin telling him things, and when you’re done, he raises an eyebrow at you. “And that’s all you’ve found?”
1:27
(aaron.grey) “It’s a first update,” I say simply. “And I know that I’ll learn more.” All true.
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Loki tsks, and you feel like he knows just who you’ve chosen. “Well, I suppose I’ll hold up my end of the bargain, without the technicalities.”
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Lose all remaining wp.
1:28
(aaron.grey) “And remove Hera’s curse?” I confirm.
1:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course. Also I’ll teach you the proper way to lie, because that’s what we agreed to.”
1:32
(aaron.grey) I swallow a lump in my throat. I feel like he knows everything. Maybe he can read everything I didn’t dare tell him about the sun god. I nod. “Thank you.”
1:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He leans forward. “Now, the best way to lie?”
1:34
(aaron.grey) I nod, leaning in as well.
1:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Believe you’re doing the right thing. Know in your heart that you’re only doing this for the greater good. Swear on something you care about, and let them trust you. Then break that trust.”
1:35
(aaron.grey) I am doing this for the greater good. Aren’t I?
1:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Gain epic manipulation +1 and the knack Gods’ Honest
1:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Besides, that’s something you’d never do to someone you care about, right?” asks Loki innocently enough.
1:38
(aaron.grey) “What do you mean?” I ask, trying to block out thoughts of who I might have broken trust with.
1:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, you’re a better person than some. A gentler soul.”
1:40
(aaron.grey) “I try to be,” I tell him. Though flashes of bodies lying limp in a cold prison come to mind.
1:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s all you can do. Try.”
1:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack’s in trouble.
1:42
(aaron.grey) I feel a shiver down my spine. “Jack.” I look around. I won’t be allowed to leave here. Not before I’ve served my time. But Jack’s in trouble. I hastily turn back toward Loki. “Thank you, a ton, but I’ll have to trust that you’ve broken Hera’s curse. I have to go.”
1:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course I have. I look forward to further updates, as we agreed.” Then he turns back and continues his interview like you never spoke.
1:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Beyond Nightmare::
12:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) As you go deeper into the cave, Sasha speaks. “What did I just agree to?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:23
“Ten years of being Apollo’s cupbearer.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Perception+Empathy

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:25
7s. (He get auto 11 so I lose!)

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He doesn’t so much as have a facial twitch in the middle of his stride. “It is a better deal than having you serve Apollo eternally as a puppet.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:27
That’s—actually very sweet of him. Very sweet of him. I look to him, my face blank, and then look away, nodding once. “Since you invoked dominion over me, does that mean fate will see you as my father, as my husband, or some other third thing?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “As a sorcerer, I intend on manipulating fate however I see fit.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:28
I nod my head once to that.
12:28
Pull the lever in the water, get downstairs proper. Is Ailsa there?
12:28
And, more importantly, is she Seelie or Unseelie at the moment?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She is! And she’s in her Seelie phase, which might be why she’s rubbing her very full belly under her dress with that smug look of hope on her features.
12:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Hello, dear sister.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:30
“Hello sister.” I say to her. I look around the cave, and then wander over behind the altar, and start using my hand to dig a hole. “Did you get my text?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I haven’t been up to see the sun yet, so no.” She hums some ancient song to her pregnant belly. “I’ve gotten pregnant somehow.”
12:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha seems content to walk around, staring at things.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:34
“There are some spectres manipulated by one of my monstrous sons. They’re seeking to find you and do terrible things to you.” I stuff the jar away, and cover it with rubble. Not much of a hiding place, but honestly, it’s the dopy hiding places that last the longest because everyone’s like “are you fucking serious.”
12:34
“Congratulations,” I say then.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I imagine that if spectres come to harm me, you or mother or some handsome paserby will save me,” she says simply.
12:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) God, she’s annoying for 6 months.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:37
I nod my head once. “All right.” I say. “I’m going to the Abyss.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s a rather horrible place. Why?”
12:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Can I come?”
12:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha would’ve laughed if you ever heard him do that.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:39
“Neil is there. I am afraid there is barely room on my bike for Sasha and I and holding on to Neil.” There is no room for this. “Possibly not even room for that, depending on how we squish.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha looks to her. “Would you prefer to go alone?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:41
“I would prefer to have company. I do not know if that is the intelligent thing.”
12:41
Prefer should be in italics but it didn’t work for some reason.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “It isn’t.”
12:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I would go.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:41
I nod my head once.
12:41
“Thank you.” I say to him.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: “That’s cute.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:41
I wish it was the other six months.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: “I could also stay behind and cast more powerful spells from here.”
12:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa ruins everything as a Seelie.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:43
I walk over to him then, standing in front of him, my hands folded in front of me. “I leave it entirely up to you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He stares at you. “Would you prefer security or comfort?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:46
I stare up at him. I draw in a slow, deep breath, sigh it out. “Security.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then I will play here.” He spreads his hands, bringing his piano to the fore.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:50
I nod my head. I step forward into that one step that separates us. I lift my arm to curl them around him and give him a kiss. “Thank you for all of this. I owe you.” I stay close to him for maybe a moment longer than I normally would, before I turn and make my way toward the door. “Do not let Ailsa in her Seelie phase annoy you too much.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
12:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I never do.” he says cryptically.
12:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you get to the motorcycle, you can already hear a haunting melody echoing through the cold cave.
12:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) What are you taking to the Abyss on your bike?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:59
My backpack is staying. On me, though, I have: Plague Mask, Pearl Ring, Dwarf Hammer (strapped to my belt), snake bracelet, my bull horns are free, Marinette’s Horse’s Bone Ring, Leopard Skin, Squid Pendant, Cloak of Raven Feather’s. I’d take my mirror of truth, but I need to be able to hold on to Neil, so having one hand filled (hammer) is probably the max I want to go with.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Very well. You have a small button you can press while driving insanely fast that will propel you into the Abyss.
1:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Any last details to address?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:02
I get on a highway, fly down it, and as I do — well, I text everyone to let them know: “Teague’s in service to ten years to a god. I am going to the Abyss to save Neil. I do not know how long I will be gone. Take care.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And with that, you’re plunged into the eternal nothingness that is the Abyss. At first, you’re lost to yourself, but the act of driving, of keeping something moving, helps keep yourself sane. The light from the bike makes what around you darkness rather than nothingness. It’s like your dream with the Scribe, but even less… concrete.
1:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You drive on and on, with only your thoughts to shape your experience of the world around you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:09
Inhale slow—feel the cold enter my lungs—exhale slowly. Focus on the driving. Hands firmly on the handles. Knees digging into either side of the bike to keep me grounded. Focus. Find Neil. This place is darkness. This place is madness, because there is Nothing, with a capital N here. Nothing. Focus. Bring Neil back to the world. Bring Neil back.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Along the ‘road’ you see a familiar face. The face of your father, Jack, looking lost and tired.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:13
Father. I pause — just briefly — hovering on the bike. It does not end well to totally ignore the figures you see when you are on a quest — but nor does it serve to linger with them eternally. “Father.” I say then. Do not tarry long.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You father looks to you, squinting in the headlights. “Morgan? Is that you? Have you come back to me?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:15
“It is Kira, father.” I shake my head. “Not mother. I am told I look more like her every day.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Kira? Who’s Kira?” he asks with a hollow tone to his voice.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:16
Ah. I see, this is what that’s supposed to be. I do not react to that — but in the way one speaks to someone who is suffering from dementia: “Your daughter, father.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I have no daughter. I mean, I’ve never even been with someone who wasn’t you, Morgan. We were going to get married, weren’t we?” he sounds sad.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:18
I draw in a deep breath, and let it out. “Being married to a God is not a kindness.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I don’t care. I love you more than anything, Morgan.” He walks closer to the bike. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll give anything. I can’t bare to be without you. I’ll… I’ll just die without you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:21
Uh, this is stepping swifly into Oedipus territory. Except it’s the opposite of that. Electra territory. “Um. I’m going to go father. And I will let mother know what you have said.” She may at least pull him out of the abyss and into our underworld.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ll take my life. I’ll drink poison, just like Romeo. You love that story, don’t you?”
1:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Was it your aunt who killed your father? Or was it your mother’s lack of care?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:24
Does mother love Romeo and Juliet? I draw in a slow breath. “I have to go, father,” I say then, carefully. It’s awkward for a moment. I study him, my jaw tightening, my teeth grinding. “I love you, father. I miss you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I love you, Morgan. every moment without you… it’s torture.”
1:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) His look shows the truth of his words, a truly broken man desperate with hope and desire.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:27
“I’m sorry,” I say then, squint, and focus forward, driving ahead. Don’t think about that right now. Don’t think about that right now. Focus. Neil. Focus. Don’t think about that right now. Focus on Neil.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You drive away from the man who’s lost everything. And now you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:29
My face is focused forward. I focus on my breathing. I focus on Neil. Nnngh. I want to be back in my cave, with Ailsa being annoying and fussing over everything and no one else bothering me. Focus, Kira. Neil. Get Neil. Don’t — let Neil break anymore. Father…maybe I can request Mother or—some other Underworld god to pull him from the Abyss. It doesn’t even have to be anything special. Just—more than nothing.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The world is difficult here. You’re beginning to lose the sense of up and down, what is and what’s just in your mind. Wouldn’t you save someone from this? isn’’t that what you’re doing? why not him? why not them all? well, no, that’s not in balance, is it?
1:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Along the road is The Scribe.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:31
It isn’t in balance. I want to save him and Neil. I want to save them all. I draw in a breath—though I don’t look directly at him. “Child.” I say.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) I AM NO CHILD. I AM MORE AND LESS THAN THAT, AND BIRTH IS NOT SOMETHING AS MEANINGFUL AS YOU THINK. YOU HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE. YOU ARE HERE. YOU WILL BE THIS.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:34
“Child,” I say again—taking a brief pleasure in saying it. Focus forward. Focus on Neil. Focus on being irritated that Teague is getting ten years of sex with a gorgeous man. “And you will be here again and again.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) AS YOU WERE. AS WE ALL WILL BE. DOOMED TO REPEAT THE CYCLE. YOU CANNOT SEE WHAT YOU SHOULD.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:37
I draw in another long slow breath- -it chills my lungs, make them harden, and then harden further as I release it. “It is a cycle that will repeat for eternity.” I pause." I cannot see what I should?"

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) THAT’S WHY YOU ARE HERE AGAIN. TO BRING ABOUT THE END OF IT ALL AND THE BEGINNING OF THIS NIGHTMARE.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:41
“I am here to find Neil,” I say, simply.
1:41
“Which one of your brothers,” hurr hurr Child, “dragged down.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) SHE IS WITHOUT GENDER. SHE IS WITHOUT BODY. THE MINSTREL WILL SING THE SONG OF YOUR UNDOING, AND YOU WILL BRING ME INTO THE WORLD. A BALANCE THAT CANNOT BE MADE.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:43
“Sister,” I say then, feeling like being impertinent. “The Minstrel — is that another name for Voce?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) YOU WILL KNOW. YOU WILL SEE. YOU WILL HEAR. YOU WILL SPEAK ITS NAME AND BRING US TO LIFE. IT WILL ALWAYS BE.
1:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Teague

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) What now?
5:19
(aaron.grey) I look around for just a moment, torn. Loki seems to be back to his interview on TV. With Jack in trouble, I need to go. I almost don’t want to know what would put him in danger. I don’t know if Apollo would even let me leave to rescue him. Seeing as he doesn’t care much for him. No time. I vanish, appearing at Jack’s side in a flash of rainbow light, shielded by my ichor. (3L for Come Running, 1L for Impenetrable)

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
5:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You know this area, even if it’s been years. You appear in the air above Kansas city as the skies twist around. There’s a lightning strike as the giant woman knocks Jack through a wall (or further). Around you, women riding wolves clash with organized myrmidons.
“You will not come near the three as long as I live, stupid boy,” calls the woman as she flies into the air, storm-style, holding what appears to be a giant hammer in one hand and a sword in the other.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
5:34
(aaron.grey) Jack, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into? I flap my rainbow wings (I never take them off), propelling myself toward Jack. I keep one eye on the giant woman as I fly into the building at top speed (1L), pushing through debris and wreckage until I find him.
5:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He gets up, shrugging off debris as he starts forward, spear and sword at the ready. His full armor almost hides his surprise as he sees you. “Teague?”
5:38
(aaron.grey) “I don’t know what you’re doing, but it must be something stupid, bro.” I sigh, reaching out and clapping one hand on him, strengthening him and taking some of the damage he’s sustained. (15s to Bolster, 1L; also taking up to 5 Lethal health levels, if he has them).
5:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He has bashing health levels.
5:39
(aaron.grey) Then I take those.
5:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He nods, grinning. “Where the fuck’ve you been? And come on. We’re gettin’ Kira back.”
5:40
(aaron.grey) “I’m in deep shit, I’ll say that much. Maybe not as much as Kira. How are we getting her back from the Abyss, by the way?”
5:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m gonna make the moirae change fate and bring her the fuck back from wherever the Abyss is,” he says as he trudges forward through broken parking garage.
5:42
(aaron.grey) “Yep,” I say, following after him. “That really does sound stupid. So who’s that?” I say, pointing to the giant woman through the hole in the building.
5:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Name’s Gertrude or some shit. She says I’m not seein’ ’em.” He rolls his shoulder. “Also, watch yourself. She throws lightning.”
5:45
(aaron.grey) “Sounds like your dad. You think you’d get along better. Did you at least try talking to her first?”
5:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Yeah. Get out the way, bitch!” He screams as he launches himself into the air after her. It’s rather pathetic when she waves that hammer like it would knock him hard away. Sad thing is it works.
5:52
(aaron.grey) She won’t knock me away that far. I fly up and after them, maneuvering myself between the giant woman and Jack’s flying form. “Jack, you have to get to them!” I yell to him. “I can hold her off.”
5:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The Gertrude woman looks on you. “I don’t wish to kill you, but I have been given a simple duty. I will fulfill it.”
5:57
(aaron.grey) “I do not wish to let you fail,” I tell her. “But he needs only to find one child of The Morrigan. No harm will come to the three.”
5:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Look at the bloodtrail in his wake and tell me that again.” Roll DV.
5:58
(aaron.grey) 10s
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll Lethal soak as she swings that hammer towards you.
6:00
(aaron.grey) 6s
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Take 2 lethal as she hits you with lightning.
6:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I won’t give you another warning. Make your way away.”
6:06
(aaron.grey) The lightning stirs me, but I don’t budge. “You have my word that no harm will come to them,” I tell her. “I am in service to the god Apollo and the goddess Iris, and you delay me here by threatening the son of Zeus. His hand will be staid should he seek to lay it upon them, I swear it.” I fan out my wings, my gift from Iris. (1L to keep her from dismissing it, Blessing of Importance)
6:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And who are you to be able to fight him?” She asks, looking impressed as you take a bolt of lightning to the chest and deal.
6:11
(aaron.grey) I posture myself up straighter as I fly. “I am the son of Cu Chulainn, and I am the sentinel of my band. I know him better than you, his strengths and his weaknesses. If anyone can stop him, it’s me.”
6:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Who?” She looks upon you as her Valkaries take the Myrmidons, beginning to dig in. “And I’m sorry. Odin has declared the three cannot be given to the Dodekatheon. Zeus’s brood cannot be trusted.”
6:17
(aaron.grey) “You don’t have to trust him. You’ll trust me. He will not take them. He only seeks their guidance, that they might bring one of our own home.” I nod my head. “But if you will not let us pass, then I will be forced to clear the path for him.”
6:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You? Another servant of the Greeks? Odin has given his word. We follow the word of the All-Father.”
6:20
(aaron.grey) “Then I am sorry,” I say, bowing my head to her. “Jack!” I call. “Lend me strength!” (With any luck, he’ll grant me some WP).
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You get 3. I’m not running a full combat so you may suggest some rolls.
6:25
(aaron.grey) Excellent. My first move is to ward the area around Jack, granting him a clear path to the three, while I deal with Gertrude. I am unmovable in the sky, and unshakable in my determination. If she will not back down, she will be knocked out. (Perhaps Stam + Brawl to outlast her, or Dex + Melee should I need to draw my weapons to defeat her).
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, she’s going to do her best to kill you, so that’s up to you.
6:26
(aaron.grey) Dex + Melee then
6:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You may add your damage bonus if you’re trying to murder her back.
6:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You want to do extremely well on this.
6:28
(aaron.grey) I take care to leave her alive, though she will receive no mercy otherwise.
6:28
(aaron.grey) (Channeling Loyalty)
6:30
(aaron.grey) (24s, adding 11L (all my remaining) to bump it up to 35s)
6:31
(aaron.grey) I put absolutely everything I have into the fight, to aid Jack and Kira and protect them both at all costs.
6:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You may add 10 legend to your pool.
6:32
(aaron.grey) (If that’s before the roll, I’m spending that, too)
6:32
(aaron.grey) (for 45 total sux)
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Take 12L.
6:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You do your best in this fight. Hell, you’d probably take her if it were she alone. What you couldn’t do what fight them all. She and her warrior maidens of death. in the end, you’re pushed back, with most of kansas city destroyed (again), but you’ve successfully stalled the woman.
6:38
(aaron.grey) I fall unconscious, defeated, but at least I’ve managed what I set out to do.
6:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re up.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:16
Mildly, focused for a moment: “And yet I will always send you back here.” And then I turn, focusing forward. Neil. Neil. I need to find Neil. Neil. And—then find a way to get Father somewhere—not here. Somewhere. Nngh.
5:16
I feel the bike between my legs, feel the handles in my fingers.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You drive away from the Scribe, leaving it only with your ‘sanity’ to keep you on the long drive.  Yet still, there’s nothing here.  You’ve begun to lose track of time, if you ever knew it at all.  Neil and now your father keep you ‘focused’.  And then you see the blonde bitch smiling at you along your way.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:25
Focus. Focus. Focus. What Underworld god could I even talk to aside from mother? If mother wanted him somewhere, he’d have done it already. Ugh, god damnit it why can’t I just find — I want Neil. I want Neil. I slow to a stop, vaguely annoyed, and look to Her. “Hello.” Sigh. I bet Teague is having amazing sex with Apollo.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Surprise, bitch.  I bet you didn’t expect to see me again.”  She doesn’t understand this is a reference.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:31
“…Do you get American Horror Story down here?” I ask, because I am often shockingly caught up on pop culture. Mostly due to Ailsa and watching TV in my off time to see Patrick and Simone.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What?”  She shakes her head.  "I’m gonna fuck you up, cunt."  She jumps at you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:33
I’m staying on my bike, one hand on it, and meanwhile yanking my hammer free from its place on my hips because drawing your weapon takes an action. “I watch television,” I say.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Without a weapon, all she can do is shriek and try to grapple you… and fail miserably.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:36
Hahahahaha. I really. Really. Really hate this bitch. I mean, I don’t know if that’s obvious. I rev my motorcycle, backing up just a bit out of her way, and a moment later rev it to push it forward. I swing my hammer violently now that I have it drawn—and as I draw it, as I swing it, using my strength, my motorcycle, and everything about me to slam it directly into her nasty spectre-ass face. I hope I break it so badly she can’t even do her vapid pretty thing again even as a ghost.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And her head goes pop like a tomato with a firecracker in it.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:38
I rev my bike again, and then lean over to hammer at her over and over and over again until she’s nothing but pulpy-blood and skin. Fuck her.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Too bad you’re pretty sure that won’t actually end her.  Also, how did she get here when you bound her in the bottle?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:41
Maybe in the time I’ve been gone, something has happened. Poor Ailsa. And Sasha. I — hope they’re okay. I’ll see. That or it’s an illusion of madness. Or y’know, an abyssal monster pretending to be her. One of these things.
5:41
Or maybe all of these things.
5:41
Or none of these things.
5:42
Neil. I need to find Neil. Focus. Get that done and—we can go home.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Str+Occult

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:42
I nudge the bike forward slowly. I’m so fucking lost. I wish I knew Magic. Wonder if Ariadne’s thread would do anything.
5:42
6s

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You manage to keep hold when the bike jumps like it went over a bump.
5:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) If only there were features here.  Or anything.  Why are you here again?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:43
I slam to a stop then, turning my head to stare at the bump. What is it. What is it. I reach down, poking at it.
5:44
Why was I hear again? I came to—get someone. Get someone important to me…who was I hear for—important to me. My —middle hurts. Someone there? Someone associated with there.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You hear a strange little tune as you lean over, poking at nothingness.  You’ve heard this before.  It’s the song you heard Sasha playing when you were tripping balls.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:47
Is that—something? Is Sasha trying to wake me up from something or whatever? No, can’t be. I tug on this—thing then, trying to get a view of it. Something. My eyes search the darkness. No—Sasha wouldn’t be here. Then again, where would Baba Yaga’s son go?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You feel very little.  Then you see a single raven feather under your fingers.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:50
I pause then, squinting at it. Uncertain, I shake my head, raven feather on my lap. I nudge my knees together like my motorcycle is a horse. But—wait, no it’s a motorcyle, not a horse. And I’m here for—who? Oh. Neil. Sasha kept—told me to focus on Neil. That’s right. Neil’s here somewhere. Focus…

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You see your favorite child before you now.  The Scarecrow.  "You never cared for me this much."

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:53
“True, son,” I say then, slowing to a stop again.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Why?”  he asks.  

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:55
I consider this—honest consideration. “You were born from my flesh against my will,” I say. “You are, like those who came from the same litters, older and younger than anything. I would be hard pressed to name any other I care for this much — especially outside my own band.”
5:55
*older and younger than anything, that I have to destroy.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “But why must I feel like this?  Why must you feel these things?”  He touches his… chest?  

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:57
“You are my heart,” I say then—it’s almost gentle, maternal. Almost. Almost. Not quite. “And hearts feel things. Elation, and terrible dark things.”
5:57
“And many things in between and beyond. It is your fate. One of them.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
5:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Just like it was his fate to be mine.  That’s why he came here.  Because you feel for him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
5:59
“I do feel for him. To the point that I have come here to get him back. I wish for him back, child.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “He will not be the same.  Never again.”  assures the Scarecrow.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:04
“And I will feel for him all the same.” I say right back. “And hate you all the more.” Just as assuring.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You don’t see the cycle.  You can’t see us as you should.”  He holds out his arms.  "I just need me to love me, mother.  That’s not so hard, is it?"

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:08
“It is a lesson more should learn.” I say. “Give me Neil, son.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:10
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Let me into your heart, mother.  With love, if not fear.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:11
I stare at him for a long silent moment. “You are my heart.” I say then. A bit of confusion — a hint there.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I am more and less, but I am not myself.  You do not carry me with you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:14
“And you wish for me to carry you with me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It doesn’t nod, but it comes closer.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:17
Madness in my heart. Fits my theming—truly it does. And it would allow him to be born again, eventually, which also fits into the cycle. I recognize this. I hold out my hand then, toward his. “Take your place in my chest—and give me Neil to take out of here.” I feel the bike. I feel the bike. I fear what I will do—of course I do. I would be lying if I said I didn’t.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With your touch, you find yourself alone with Neil, who sits alone with his legs held to his chest.  All around him floats music, broken, wrong.  He holds his eyes tightly shut as he mutters gibberish.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:22
“Neil,” I say then, gently—and with sudden great affection and love. It’s okay. It’s okay. I reach out and touch him, gently-my fingers warm—I control fire, I can make myself warm. I wrap my hand around his wrist and yank him gently on to the motorcycle in front of me. I don’t tell him it’s all allright—it’s not.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You grab him, and you feel him for the first time in years.  You’re not sure he should be this cold.  Still, it’s just you. And the bike.
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And Neil.  It’s all for him.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:25
I pull him on to the bike then. I curl my arms tightly around him, trying to offer him some heat. Hands back on the handlebars. I draw in a breathe and begin driving, my chin perched on his shoulder—and hit the button, to hopefully go home. Get Neil home. Anything.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Willpower+Fortitude+Legend.  You want to do very good on this roll.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:29
Okay, that’s 16 dice. I will use my pearl ring (so 1L) to add my Epic Int as auto sux.  Would Courage or Endurance be allowed to be channeled for this?
6:29
(Or even both?)

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Endurance more than Courage.
6:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) But choice of one.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:31
WP for Endurance. So that’s 19 dice. Let’s see — 4 WP for extra sux (leaving me 2 just in case) and 17 Legend for extra sux (because it involves Neil, and I’m at 27/36 so fuck it)
6:31
Rollin’
6:31
51 successes.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It takes time, and energy, and… life.  All things are fear and what you’d do for your fear of what would happen to your gibbering boyfriend.  but then, you’re out in the moonlight, on a dusty road, with a manifested slightly glowing spectre on the bike before you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:37
Oh, thank god. Now—Apollo. That’s important. He’s waiting on me to contact him. And—my band. I yank out my cellphone—who cares how long it’s been, and immediately shoot out a text. “hello”
6:38
And then I pull over to the side of the road. It’s moonlight out right now but—but…crap. I don’t know where I am. It’s—it’s night time. Clutching Neil in my arms, I bow my head. “Great Apollo—I know it is not your Time, but I wish for you to know that I am—returned from the Abysss, and that I am back. My apologies for taking so long.” Who knows how long it took, but for a god, it would always be Too Long, even if it was two seconds.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You wait, the shivering being before you continuing in his mad rambles.  When you go to look at your phone again, strange fractal patterns spread over the screen.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:41
I feel cold. I feel exhausted. I feel—I feel dizzy and sore, like I just went through a tough battle, and was thrown around. And I feel—sad.  What…I look at the phone then, shake it a few times. I step off the bike once it’s stopped, still clutching Neil in an arm, and then just collapse to my knees, arm around his waist. “Shh,” I say then, quietly. “Shh.” Like it’s going to help. I hit a few buttons, trying to figure out what hte fractal pattern is.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Each button sends a small shock through your fingertips.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:42
I drop the phone then. Useless.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With a small sound, Apollo steps forward through the trees surrounding the dark forest around you.  "You rang?"

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:43
I look up then, dazed even further by him appearing. I dip my head after a moment—though it takes a moment longer than usual to sink in. “I return from the Abyss with the one I sought to rescue. I apologize for taking so long.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s only been a month,” he says with a shrug.  "Now let me see him…"
6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

View
MIA

Together

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::MIA::
So, once you guys fly and ride away, where will you go? What’s your desitination?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:57
I need to find Neil.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Great. How?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:58
That is the thing, isn’t it. Hmmm.
12:58
I have that one thing that can summon ghosts to harass people.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
12:59
(aaron.grey) I’m not too worried that Jack didn’t show up. Probably buried in the bottle with his nymphs. I also don’t know that it’s been enough time for Patrick to calm the storm I started. For now, I’m heading vaguely in the direction of the cave, our little home away from home.
1:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sadly, it’s ghosts in general, and not specific ghosts in Kira’s case.
1:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) How quickly would you like to get off the grid, Teague?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:01
Yar. Well — call Laurence, and then I’m going to drive up the coast with my mask on, searching for signs of ghosts—and maybe stopping at ghosty areas.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
1:01
(aaron.grey) I kinda like the grid. But… there were an awful lot of cameras and police officers and worse at that prison. So… pretty quickly.
1:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So splitting up?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:01
Sounds like it!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
1:02
(aaron.grey) Indeed
1:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then who first as I split?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:02
Teague ince I’m on the phone!

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::MIA::
Heading up the coast dressed as you were when you broke into a maximum security prison and released countless prisoners? That’s… we’ll call it ballsy. We’ll call this an Intelligence+Occult roll to figure out the places to find the dead in social moods.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:19
Fuck yeah, I’m ballsy. Also, killing white men. Woo. 22s.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, there’s always Atlanta. If you ride one of the boat casinos, you can possibly find one of them. It’s rumored the Good Baron visits often, and that’s always a ghostly affari.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:24
I like Baron Samedi, even if he probably hates me (uh, sorry spectre lady, Virtue Extremity). But, well, not the first one-sided thing. I head to Atlanta then, letting out a breath, my raven feather cloak streaming out behind me, and I park — somewhere in the very back of a parking lot. Hmm. I change out of my stuff—tucking everything but my jewelry neatly into my backpack. Course, I need my mask to see ghosts, so I sort of need that. I strab it to my hip, along with a few other things so it looks like I’m ust wearing a belt with danglies off of it. Big danglies, but a bit less conspicuous than like…mask on face.
1:24
And that way I can still use my power.
1:24
Otherwise, though, just wearing dark jeans, dark tanktop, a loose black sweater that’s unzipped—that sort of thing.
1:25
I PUT MY MASK IN MY BACKPACK!

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There are… a lot of ghosts here. I’ll assume you’re looking for one in particular. Perception+Investigation.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:27
4
1:27
s
1:27
Looking particularly for Neil, but otherwise one that looks like it may be friendly and help me find him.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Looking for Ghosts or Spectres?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:29
(Just for my own clarification so I can remember, this means the only things not in my backpack are: Pearl Ring, Snake Bracelet, Marinette’s Bone Ring, Squid Pendant plus Mother’s Sight/Horns/Murder’s Mask which are permanent). Hmmm. Spectres are if I, Maq, recall more intelligent and able to drift even further—so we’ll aim for spectres, though if I find a ghost who I find agreeable, doesn’t hurt either.
1:30
((*Murder’s Marks))

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You do see one who might be familiar enough to you. You smashed an urn with her heart in it. The blood spectre looks sad and lost among the others who seem to be living a little for once.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:40
Oops. Well. I approach her then, dipping my head. “Hello.” Before anything: “I wish to apologize for smashing the vase with your heart in it.”
1:41
I do not apologize for beating this one up.
1:41
“I have your gun. It is at my cave, being unused.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She looks to you, tilting her head as if she’s surprised you’re talking to her. “What… you’re a scion, aren’t you? Did you kill the Shabti?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:43
“Yes.” I say then, with a nod. “And then I entered virtue extremity and smashed the vases releasing you and the other spectres trying to get you to kill me.”
1:43
Honesty. My schtick.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” She rubs her hands together. “I never was good at killing people. I just didn’t want little Nessa to get hurt.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:45
“Nessa?” I pause, thoughtfully. Was that the kid Teague went soft for?

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It was.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:45
“Ah. She was fine when I—we—left.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “She was sweet.” She shrugs. “Innocent, like him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:46
I ponder. “Like him?” I ask. “She did seem quite capable of always finding the scion in the room to ask for help. Wonder if she is god-born.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I don’t know. Aphrodite didn’t seem to know much about that sort of stuff when we talked. She knew a lot about Hollywood, though. I was gonna be a star.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:48
“Likely she simply didn’t want to talk about it,” I say then. “I mean, talking about all that stuff has to be boring when you’re a god. Is there anything you would care for me to do with your relics? Give them to Aphrodite or…?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She shrugs again. “I can’t use them. I mean, I only really had that gun, but it’s pretty isn’t it?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:50
I ponder, and then nod. “Yes.” This girl is pretty dim, or at least really good at pretending to be dim. “I was wondering— a boy named Neil. He’s a spectre too, probably carrying a big staff. Have you seen him? He’s—well, he was brown haired and,” I try and describe him, awkwardly, waving my hands. “Skinny, gangly, stubble half-grown. About eighteen.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” She considers a long moment. “He wouldn’t happen to have dreamy brown eyes, would he? Or be very charming in an awkward, artistic way?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:51
“Yes.” I nod my head then. “That is him.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Him. What happened to him?” she ponders aloud. She sighs. “I’m not sure I remember.”
1:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Empathy

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:54
“Is that ’I’m supposed to bribe you to remember’ I can’t remember, or you really can’t remember?” I ask. 5s

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re pretty sure it’s the first. Or that she’s toying with you like Cordelia used to think she was with you back in high school.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:55
“Ah, the first,” I say then, and sigh. “What can I do for you to have you tell me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She considers, then looks around. “How about drown everyone on this boat?”
1:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Malice. The purview of the titans that often infects spectres.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
1:57
“Ah, I see,” I say then, simply. I look around. “I would, but the police are already after me at the moment, and there are many black people here, and I have a friend in my band who would kill me if I rewarded a dark virtue and I am not in the mood to deal with that.” That’s…okay, for Kira it’s a perfectly valid reason not to do it. “Why don’t you possess someone and see about dancing and enjoying things like you used to? I could perhaps feed you in that way. Try and ensure you have a grand night.”
1:58
I pause for a moment. Well, no she’s already a spectre. I could use my bike, but I don’t even particularly like people who are Cordelia like.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
1:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She laughs in your face. “Dance? That’s for the living. The gods. They got me to do their dirty work, took my chance to dance. The only dance I do is over mass graves.”
2:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Yep. There’s the typical madness.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:00
I sigh a little bit. “Yep, dark virtue.” I tilt my head back. “Were you a hero when you died?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No. I was a goddamn Spice Girl. What the fuck do you think, slave?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:01
I sigh again. “I was wondering if you were a hero or a demigod.”
2:01
“I can bring you back to life. Probably,” I say, annoyed.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And your word on that?” She asks with a look of pure glee. “No murdering me after?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:03
“If my boyfriend has been harmed by your malice, I cannot promise you that.” I say then, simply. “But otherwise, I will not murder you. I also will not stand in the way of someone else doing just that.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She holds out her hands, looking smug. “Then i guess I don’t know where they took him, bitch.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:04
I sigh again.
2:04
“I will not harm you after you are alive again, because then what would be the point of recovering you.” Still would not stand between her and someone else killing her. “Before I go on the quest, I do wish for my boyfriend back.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that’s the issue, isn’t it? You’d have two to bring back.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:05
“This is also all dependant on whether you are recoverable from the Abyss. If—your —bits or whatnot are actually in Hades or somewhere else — who knows — there is little I can do,” I say, warningly. Underworld quests. For a Cordelia-like girl. Pain. “They took Neil to the Abyss?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smiles to you. “We dragged him, kicking and screaming for you. By now, the madness has seeped so deep he’ll never recover.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:07
“Mm.” I say. I don’t react—that’s why I have all those goddamn Appearance knacks, after all. “What is your name again?”
2:07
I get out my phone, text Teague: “Hello.”
2:08
And then—who else, even. Sigh.
2:08
I text Hannah, actually. “Hello.”
2:08
She might still be on Circe’s island.
2:08
God, who’d go with me to the Underworld.
2:08
To the Abyss, anyway. Siiiigh.
2:08
Not Sasha. He already helped. He does like Chaos though.
2:09
A text to Sasha: “Will you go to the Abyss with me?” He can decide on his own, I am not his mother.
2:09
…And finally, I text Simone and Patrick because this seems like a good time to ask them to help when they’re dealing with Patrick being upset: “Hello.”
2:09
Everyone gets a goddamn text.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She laughs at that. “Don’t know who’s bested you? Well, I’m sure you’ll learn. And let me tell you, we enjoyed taking away his innocence. It’s not the gun that’s the only one who has that power,” she taunts over the next few minutes.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:17
I sigh again. It’s less being upset, and more being annoyed now. “Whatever you think, hon,” I say, absently. And then I text Simone: “I don’t commonly ask this, but I really need you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, he seemed to think he’d only been with you before.,” she replies. “But he won’t be saying that again.”
2:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone hasn’t yet responded. Nomrally, she’s quick about this.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:20
“I believe it is up to the person who has experienced such things to decide for themselves. Will you be here? I need to ask someone from my band to go with me.” I tap some buttons and dial Simone, then, phone to my ear.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You get her voicemail. Weird.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:20
“I need you,” I say then. Then I pause, and dial Patrick. Because that’s smart.
2:20
I hang up on Simone’s voicemail first, though.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, we’ll see. I think there’s also a sister of yours we plan on torturing when we find her,” she says with a chipper tone.
2:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick’s phone gives you an out of dialing area message.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:21
“Mm,” I say then.
2:22
I text Ailsa with a “Get lost. Crazy dumbass spectres.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then there’s all thos poor, defenseless children of yours.”
2:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, some of them. The Voce isn’t too defenseless.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:23
“Mmhm.” I say then. God, if I could just tie her up until Simone gets here I would.
2:24
Why can’t I put Mother’s touch into a goddamn rope.
2:24
However, despite this thought, my face is still perfectly placid—almost bored.
2:24
I check my phone, waiting annoyedly on someone getting back to me.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s strange that they haven’t. And then the phone buzzes, from Sasha: <<why?>>
2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So eloquent.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:27
I text back: “This bitch who I’m about to drag and shove her face into the asphalt until I hear from Simone about binding her forever into a jar that I’m going to put somewhere far from city lights sent Neil to the Abyss.”
2:27
Emotion from Kira! Even if it is only mild anger.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It takes a shorter time to respond. <<do>>

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:30
A text back: “No. Please bring one. I would suggest the canopic, but I do not want her to be near anything remotely with power in it.” Then I calmly put my phone away. I look up at the sky and in mild, soft-spoken Gaelic, because Mother would shank me for praying to her in English: “Mother. Please allow me to grab this spectre and do something worse than death with her and wreck vengeance upon her like I have never done upon anyone else. Perhaps it is something of a lesson you have sought to teach me to be more an aspect of yourself.” 1L — Mother’s Touch activated.
2:34
My blank, bored face never leaves. A moment later, my foot digs in to the ground and I launch forward to grab her. Despite my bored features, there’s something aggressive, terrible, and dark about my being—it’s like the shadows seem to grow darker around me, and though I’m not wearing the cloak, it’s like one of raven feathers swirls around me. Though I haven’t spent the legend, it’s as if I’ve suddenly gone terrible rather than my great vision. It’s as if I’m a minor form of my mother incarnate—beautiful, dark, and terrifying.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And that’s when the ghosts begin to flee.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:35
“Congratulations,” I say, placidly. “You made me tell my first lie.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The whore is telling you something about how he held on tighter in their loving embrace.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:36
I shove her to the ground then, grinding her ghostly face in to my other foot since she can go into the ground—and then, my hand snarled into her hair, I start dragging her outside, making sure to make it a bumpy, draggy road, scraping her and tearing her along. Hmm. I think I might beat her within an inch of her unlife once I get her outside, and make her stay there, weak, while I wait.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So many death threats before the sky is filled with the sound of growls. Sasha comes down to the earth like a Santa Clause from Hell, looking upon you with a face more placid than before. He holds up a small bottle with a skull and crossbones on it. “I believe you require this.”
2:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No one’s texted or called back.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:40
“Thank you,” I say studying it. “I am going to wait as long as necessary to ensure that Simone can bind her into it properly.” One of my hands is out—obviously digging into the skull and hair of someone invisible. I accept it, gratefully, and dip my head. My face is blank.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks upon you, the night stretching out in silence. “You wish a ghost bound into the bottle? It’s a simple spell. I could perhaps do it instead.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:45
I nod my head. “I would appreciate it.” My voice is calm—but Sasha knows me well enough that he can see through the mask. I’m seething with anger and something else below that — probably misery. Like I’m about to go on a rampage—but I’m managing to keep cool. Which might even be worse. I lift her up, dangling her by her hair. “Simply instruct me what to do, and I will listen. This is not a spell I have seen done before.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Simply cork the bottle when you desire.” He says as he opens it. He offers you the cork, looking towards what you hold. In a still moment, the air gets colder, his eyes shining like bright beacons in the midst of the darkness of the world around you. “Into the bottle, spectre. Where you shall remain until madness has eaten all that is left away from you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:51
I nod my head. I don’t say anything for the moment—but Sasha knows how thankful I am for this. I stuff her into the bottle — a sort of savage, brutal elegance to it. I want her to be as uncomfortable as possible. Once she’s in there, I take the cork and promptly do so, cutting off her ability to make much noise. I inhale, and then exhale long—the first physical sign of emotion, before it too is gone. “Thank you,” I say, simply. Now, where to put her. I could bury her under the water in the ice lake. Hm. I could keep her in the cave, protected by that and Teague’s lions…

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Where should we go?” He asks simply. But he did say we.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:56
I am more grateful for Sasha being there than I have been grateful for anyone before hand. Of course, I’ll never actually say that. Even that’s too affectionate for me. Well, maybe when we’re alone, and I’m less emotional. In the Abyss, a minute is already eternally. “I am going to put this,” it is not worth even a ‘she’ at this point, though the decision there is subtle, “in the cave under the protection. And then— to the Abyss.” I’m not sure which he wishes to go with. He can choose. I am grateful for what he has done, and am not going to suggest he go with me.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
2:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Would you like to drive or ride? It is very uncomfortable.” That’s why he takes the bottle and puts it on the bear chariot.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:59
“I will need my motorcycle to go to the Abyss,” I say. “I will meet you at the cave?” I could throw myself on him and give him the deepest most loving kiss I’ve ever given him right now. I really honestly could.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We will.”
3:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He gets onto the Chariot, whipping the reins and sending the nemeans to roar into the night a different way than you.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:00
I nod, pause—and then I need to at least do it a bit. I step forward, curl my arms around his shoulders, and even if he stand like a stone—give him the most passionate kiss I have ever given him. Before he can leave.
3:00
THEN, as if nothing happen, I get on my bike and get home.
3:00
*happened

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks more comfortable after you kiss. Maybe because you got off the chariot.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:03
Probably because I got off the chariot, honestly.

Teague

::MIA::
The quickest way you know to get away from anywhere where the FBI might be looking is to take a shortcut through the Crossroads. You can get from any deserted crossroads to any other, and it so happens you’ve crossed a pathway on your mountain between trails that fits the description. Now all you have to do is find someplace dark and quiet enough to pass there quickly. If this is what you desire, Perception+Investigation
1:07
(aaron.grey) It is. I don’t need to worry about anyone following, and I can get away quick and easy. (9s)
1:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can find such a place just after sunset, taking your leave of Kira before. Int+occ
1:09
(aaron.grey) (4s)
1:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There might be one little detail to note. There’s only one Crossroads, even if it leads everywhere. You just happen to remember it’s often frequented by gods of roads as well as other shady figures. Sometimes, you can even strike a nice deal there.
1:13
(aaron.grey) For a hefty price, I tell myself. I’m not turning back now, but i keep my eyes and ears open as I cross over into the Crossroads, hopefully passing through without incident.
1:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not sticking around or just running as soon as you can?
1:14
(aaron.grey) I’m not about to look suspicious, dashing right through, but I won’t linger, either. I’ll take note of what (or who) is there.
1:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The crossroads is a grand, dark affair. Trees tower in all directions, the mists clinging deep enough between them to be a solid veil. No one knows what happens if you run off through them. You walk up one of the four pathways, the moon shining down on your face. At least you know no one here can hurt you or be barred from it for a time.
1:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s only one hooded figure ahead at the crossroads, leaning against one of the trees. Smoke curls from under that which you can’t see.
1:20
(aaron.grey) Small comfort, but one that I’ll take. Besides, it’d be rude to just run off. “Hello,” I offer, in English for lack of a certain Irish feel to the figure.
1:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Hello, young blood,” comes the smooth whisper of the person. The smoke continues to billow. “Lookin’ for something? Someone?”
1:23
(aaron.grey) “Mostly something,” I say, stepping a little closer. “Someone’s usually a little easier.”
1:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And what’s that?” asks the whisper.
1:23
(aaron.grey) “A place to lay low. But I know a spot, should be safe enough.”
1:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “How low you wanna stay?”
1:25
(aaron.grey) I’m a little wary of talking to gods, assuming this happens to be one of them. But it can’t hurt me here. “I’m only trying to stay a few steps ahead of the police, that’s all.”
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s a problem for a demigod? You’ve got more problems than you can count, then,” says that mysterious figure.
1:28
(aaron.grey) “Do you know me?” I wonder aloud. I certainly don’t know… it. “I might have a few more than I care to,” I admit. “But I imagine everyone does.”
1:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Not everybody. Too bad you can’t switch with one of them.”
1:30
(aaron.grey) “That assumes I don’t like who, or maybe just where, I am.”

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
1:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It shrugs. “Just a suggestion. If ya don’t want a get outta jail free card, move along.”
1:42
(aaron.grey) Didn’t I just get out of jail free? Well, except for all those people… “There’s no such thing,” I say, shaking my head.
1:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Beat it, kid.” It nods down the path. “Ain’t got time for some chump you don’t understand the rules.”
1:44
(aaron.grey) “Well, enlighten me,” I say stubbornly.
1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Too dark. Can’t. Sorry. Try another night.”
1:47
(aaron.grey) I narrow my eyes. Did that thing just call me dim? “Yeah? Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Your loss. If you really want to make a deal, you’ll stop me. I start to walk past, down the opposite fork I came.
1:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Away you go!
1:48
(aaron.grey) Totally no such thing.
1:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You eventually come to the crossroads you know well.
1:48
(aaron.grey) I sigh with relief. Anyone who could follow me here from that prison was going to find me anywhere.
1:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And now what? Cave time?
1:50
(aaron.grey) Cave time. But before I head inside, I’ll check up on Patrick. Just to make sure he’s ok.
1:51
(aaron.grey) (11s to check, Per + Emp)
1:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not in physical danger according to your mystical senses. Then again, is a tank dangerous to him?
1:55
(aaron.grey) It’s actually not, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. And I don’t know any Crossroads that way to get to him any faster if he’s not in danger. Was the whole army called in to take down his plant maze?
1:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No idea! Your lions don’t seem to know.
1:57
(aaron.grey) Try to find a way there, and possibly piss him off more? Yeah, smooth move. I try to check up on Simone, as well. (13s)
1:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No physical danger. Then again, that probably means more considering a bullet ends her.
1:59
(aaron.grey) It does. This probably means that Simone can even answer her phone. You know, like I should. I make my way to the surface and dial her.
2:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) For perhaps the first time ever, it goes to voicemail.
2:01
(aaron.grey) I gasp.
2:03
(aaron.grey) “Hey,” I say to her message. “This is a first. Just wondering how things were going. Call me back.” Silence, and then I hang up awkwardly. Starting to get a little more paranoid now. But I still don’t move toward the Crossroads again. Nope. I check up on Jack. Been avoiding that. (9s)
2:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He seems fine.
2:03
(aaron.grey) I sigh. Doesn’t he always. Jerk.
2:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hercules comes up to you and rubs against you. The lions always can tell when you’re upset.
2:05
(aaron.grey) “Good boy,” I murmur, patting his mane. I sigh again. “I know. I know. You’re right.” I swear to myself as I walk back toward the Crossroads.
2:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you arrive in the Crossroads, there’s not just the figure you knew there. It’s a familiar face. A particularly famous Hiddleston shaking the hand of the smoking figure before it begins walking down another path.
2:10
(aaron.grey) Oh, now this is just plain not good…
2:10
(aaron.grey) Still, don’t walk away. Rude.
2:11
(aaron.grey) I make my way toward the Crossroads, where Loki is standing. “Hello, Loki,” I say, bowing my head.
2:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “My, my. It’s been awhile.” He gives a two-finger casual salute to you. “How’s your charming associate with the bad habit of bluntness?”
2:16
(aaron.grey) “Oh, I’m sure she’s fine,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “We did what you asked her to.”
2:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, good.” He puts his fingers together, spreading them apart to show a tangled, golden knot strung between them. “Would you like to cut the curse before more damage is done?”
2:18
(aaron.grey) “I would,” I say with a nod, looking over the web. “Very much so. Eris’ curse, yes?” I clarify.
2:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course. I only remove one curse per trivial act.”
2:19
(aaron.grey) I know I’ll regret asking, I know I will, but I can’t help myself. “Are there others?”
2:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He smiles brightly. “Of course.”
2:20
(aaron.grey) “Well… who or what is cursing… who or what?”
2:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Now, that wouldn’t be very sporting to go around telling eveyone that.”
2:23
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “Of course not. Just so you know, though, that whole prison thing wasn’t all that trivial, in my humble opinion.”
2:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You aren’t a god yet.” He shrugs. “I could’ve done it, but it was easier to have you do it.” He holds the knot before you. “Wanna break a curse?”
2:25
(aaron.grey) “What will happen?” I ask cautiously. “If I do it, are you sure nothing crazy or terrible will happen?”
2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that assumes you think Eris is powerful enough to even give me the slip.” He shrugs.
2:28
(aaron.grey) “I don’t,” I say hurriedly. “Or… well, I don’t think… that either one of you is careless and would get caught up in things they didn’t want.” Eloquent as an elephant, but maybe I didn’t piss him off. “I’ll do it.” I reach out, if he allows.
2:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He allows. Going to untie it or cut it?
2:30
(aaron.grey) Untie it. Carefully.
2:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You have such a way with words. You wouldn’t happen to be related to Thor, would you?” He asks. Dexterity+Occult
2:31
(aaron.grey) 15s
2:31
(aaron.grey) “No, not as far as I’m aware.” I keep my face neutral.
2:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With a small tweak there, you can get it to come undone. One strange thread comes frayed, but that’s fine, right?
2:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He smiles. “Excellent.”
2:34
(aaron.grey) I stay very still. “What’s that one?” I ask, nodding toward the thread.
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Artemis.”
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or something of hers. I can’t be too sure.”
2:36
(aaron.grey) “No,” I say miserably.
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Excellent knotwork.”
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Fine craftsmanship of t he spell. I must admit, it’s not an amateur.”
2:37
(aaron.grey) I frown at him. “Um… you don’t, like, patch those up later, do you?”
2:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Me? No. The three might, if they see it. They’ve gotten rather old, you see, existing beyond time.”
2:41
(aaron.grey) “Yeah, guess that’d happen after a while,” I say. I look over the golden threads. “Thanks. I’m more than happy to keep curses off me. Or mine.”
2:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It must be terrible, then, considering how many are levied against you.” He claps his hands, banishing the threads.
2:44
(aaron.grey) I consider him for a moment. “Would you even tell me if any of them are as bad as that last one?”
2:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I wouldn’t be certain that a mother is always better than her daughter, but at least one of them in very clever.”
2:46
(aaron.grey) Damn. “Thanks, that tells me plenty.” She’s still pissed, then. “I seem to have a knack for making enemies.”
2:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Perhaps you could learn from someone who doesn’t. Beg for tips.”
2:49
(aaron.grey) I purse my lips. “Give me one in good faith? For helping Kira with that other job?” Wait, you have as many enemies as I do, don’t you?
2:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He chuckles. “You want to learn from the liesmith, do you?”
2:51
(aaron.grey) I hesitate. “Well, you don’t seem as nervous about any of it as I do.”
2:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s because Courage is a virtue we have in abundance. And Intellect doesn’t seem too shabby.” He winks. “How about you do me one solid, and I’ll teach you the fundamentals about lying, hm?”
2:52
(aaron.grey) “What’s the solid?” I ask.
2:52
(aaron.grey) The last one seemed really reasonable.
2:53
(aaron.grey) And then… dead.
2:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I could always use an ear in the other pantheons. I wouldn’t ask you to tell me anything about any of your own pantheon, I’m not that stupid, but I might be able to have you tell me about someone you’re closely observing, no?”
2:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Why does he smile like that? You already know you’re getting fucked. Why does he look like you’re Christmas dinner too?
2:55
(aaron.grey) “Who do you think I’m observing?” If I ask enough questions, surely I’ll discover his master plan.
2:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, you could always try Apollo. Or Xochipilli.” Because he knows your business.
2:57
(aaron.grey) “Hocheepeelee?” How do you know about him? “That assumes I’ll see them again, though.”
2:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m sure you will, if you want to.”
2:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Arrangements, blah blah blah.”
3:00
(aaron.grey) I don’t know if I want to see him again. Well, I know I’m Apollo’s cup bringer guy or whatever, for a DECADE. “And you’ll just want to know some small things, or what?”
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Personality traits. Likes, dislikes. All of those sorts of things. If you can remember them, anything specific you note about the wheres and whos of it all.”
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He waves it off. “Nothing too sinister. I know you’re an upstanding man.”
3:02
(aaron.grey) That seems deceptively harmless…
3:02
(aaron.grey) “Thank you,” I say slowly.
3:03
(aaron.grey) “I think I can do that.”
3:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “But which?”
3:03
(aaron.grey) “Apollo.” I don’t know what the hell will happen if I go see Hocheepeelee.
3:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course.” He nods to you. “Once I get my first update, I’ll break… Hera’s curse, yes?”
3:04
(aaron.grey) My eyes go wide. “Yes, absolutely.”
3:04
(aaron.grey) Shit, what do I know already…
3:04
(aaron.grey) “Um, where would I find you, anyway?”
3:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ll check up on you. Don’t worry about that. I’m good at minor details.”
3:05
(aaron.grey) Am I the minor detail? “Ok,” I say with a nod. “Thanks again.” Something feels… wrong. But I think I made a friend.
3:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And you part ways.

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Jailbreak

Teague

[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Jailbreak::
Who do you call?
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Jack’s probably still busy, and that would just be prolonging the inevitable. I call Patrick.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) While you watch TV in the background, you see an interview of Simone by Oprah. She’s even texting you instead of listening to the hostess.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick answers right as you think you’re going to get away with not having to talk to him. “Hey, babe. What’s up?” Loud music plays over the end of his convo.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Hey, uh, bad time?” I say, almost hopefully.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s a little loud, but I’ve always got time for you,” he says so damned sweetl.y
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Awesome,” I say, swallowing down a sigh. “So, listen, did you by chance do anything reckless or crazy this month?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ummm… Are you talking about that Insider article?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “What Insider article? Refresh my memory?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that one were I went 100 mph through that wall. But, Teague, the minotaur was in the car. What was I supposed to do?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I chuckle. “Previous incidents with cars notwithstanding (I learned a new word!), I don’t care. You do what you need to do, especially if it keeps you safe. I know a brick wouldn’t do shit to you.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He chuckles. “I like your linguist skills. Very good tongue abilities.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Well, I aim to please,” I say, hiding my face, like he can see it. “I only ever aim to do the right thing. I really do.” Don’t I?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know, Teague. Sometimes, I feel a little guilty. I wanted to be you and Kira back when we met. I… I know I’m not the best, but I swear, I’m tryin’.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I sigh. You are. I don’t know what I was thinking. “You’re perfect,” I tell him. “It’s me who’s not the best. Look… I fucked up pretty royally. Enough that I’ll ask that if you’re driving, you’ll pull over for a sec.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m not driving. I mean, Ke$ha’s puking on my shoes, but I’m not that far gone.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Oh god, I’m sorry.” That’s what you apologize for? “Hannah roped us into judging this contest. The best bar in New York. So Kira and I went. It was fun enough, minus some stupid mouthing off on my part, but what I’m basically getting at was that one of the gods who owned the bars was Dionysus.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ve heard he throws the best parties. Jealous, babe. You have fun?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I hesitate. “I mean, I guess. I remember some stuff, and… not other stuff.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh yeah? You drank the wine didn’t you? I’ve heard it’s strong.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Did I? “There were drinks, other things. I think maybe drugs? Basically… I think I pretty much did everything.” And everyone.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” Music in the background.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Patrick?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m here. Uhh… did you like it?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Pretty sure at the time I liked every second of it. Kinda less now. Mostly. “I think so,” I hedge. “I mean, as soon as I got in there, everything was just… good.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “But, I mean, I’m sure you’ve been to loads of supernatural parties like that, right?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, not as many. But a few. Generally, I’m the one hosting.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Oh.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Does this mean you’ll try…”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I don’t know,” I interrupt. “I mean, at the time, I’m pretty sure I would have done anything. But now I’m back to what I hope is my normal self.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Which thing was he gonna say?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, what do you remember? Did you do more than drink?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did you ask kira what happened?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I remember enough to know I needed to talk to you,” I say simply.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I did a lot more than drink.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Like… I think I took someone’s heart out?” That’s the worst thing,right? “Slept with a bunch of people,” I breeze through, “did some drugs or Dionysus grapes, other stuff.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ke$ha music.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Patrick?” I say again.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I didn’t go into this thing thinking that would happen. Like, at all.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) God, maybe I should have. I mean, even I know who Dionysus is. Kinda.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What do you want me to say?” he asks after another Blow-filled moment.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I don’t know,” I say hurriedly. “I have no idea. I know this is so much worse than anything before, but I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Is it even everything?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Is that all?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) My turn for silence.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know it’s enough, but is it all?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Attack of stupid. “I mean, do you want the laundry list since we last saw each other? Should I ask you how many guys have reminded you of me?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Pretty sure I’d give anything to take that back right about now.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I cover my mouth before it can happen again.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Silence.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I shouldn’t have said that.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s what you think,” he says neutrally. “Maybe it’s better to be honest.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Do you really think so?” I say quietly. “I mean, that hasn’t exactly been your M.O., has it?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Go ahead. Say what you’re gonna say, Teague.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “It should have been you who told me,” I say flatly.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “You didn’t!” I sputter. “Isn’t that enough? I have to wonder who’s gonna catch your eye. Maybe they’re wearing a rainbow pattern.” I’m too far gone to stop now. “So I fucked up royally. I slept with probably more people than I can count, and one that you did first. It’s almost like evening the score.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So…” He, the epic social one, struggles for words.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I let the silence sit, not sure what I should say next. If anything.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “If that’s how you feel, maybe it’s best if it’s not an issue.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “What do you mean?” I ask carefully.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’re obviously done with me. You’re moving on,” he says in a calm, collected voice. The music is muted, like maybe he’s outside or something. “So if you want to have your fun, have it.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I feel a chill as I look at my phone. “I didn’t do this to have fun,” I say, voice a little strained. “It wasn’t even on purpose.” How did I get here? “I mean… are you done with me?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Does that matter?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Yeah, it does.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did it when you said those things these past few minutes?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Yeah,” I say. But would I really have said them if I didn’t want things to go here? What the hell do I want? “Just answer the question.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I think I need to talk to somebody first. Maybe Simone.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or my mom.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Your mom hates me,” I say miserably.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What do you want me to do, Teague?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Just… call me back when you know,” I say simply. I hang up on him. First time for everything.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Anything else?
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) After about ten minutes, I text Jack: <<done>> I can’t decide if I hope he is or not.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Thirty minutes later, you get a text. <<you>t really get worse.
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[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::So, like, what do you do now?::
(This is what people have been doing for the past few years that you both know about.)
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Scatach: She’s been kickin’ ass, taking names, and apparently dated Jane Lynch briefly.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crow-Dad: he’s been spending more time as a crow than a dad. He’s apparently growing more comfortable switching between to pursue “pretty birds”. Each of these is horrifying to Kira.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Orphans: They’re actually about the right age to be useful now. Good job, Kira. Also, most of them have spent time in juvie.
maq: Good kids.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Chevals: Are enjoying some money from Niel’s comic business and are raising a lot of your children. Dick.
maq: Hey, I only give them the kids if they don’t mind.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ailsa: Is currently in her Seelie phase. She’s been very innocent and chaste ever since she gave up her children (/Kira kept her from drowning them and eating them). She’s very attentive to her sister’s needs, becoming quite the confidant and “housekeeper”. She’s also drunk 99.997% of the time.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Iva: Has long since given up on knitting things for Kira. Instead, she’s been supporting Patrick’s partying lifetsyle and nagging him to shape up. She always sends chocolates when you guys settle down places where she can do that.
maq: I get a PO box EXPLICITLY to get Iva’s chocoaltes. I’d be a fool not to.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oberon: Has mostly been tending to the fountain of youth and a fairy court. Apparently, that takes up most of his time.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hannah: Kills shit.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Don’t ask more questions.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neil: Has mostly been working on his series. It’s gained a massive following, and he promises big reveals are on the way. He never will tell what the next issue will be before he writes it, and you’re still never sure which if any are prophetic and which you’re just forcing to be so. Otherwise, he’s a ghost.
maq: I make out with him regularly. Admittedly while he’s in other bodies, but, y’know.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sasha: breifly entered the public stage as a concert pianist. His mother and he have spent more time together, and he’s currently living in Northern Canada officially. He often travels the world, sowing seeds of discord in his wake. His magics have grown, and apparently Jack Frost and he are none too friendly. Winters have been horrible wherever he goes.
maq: That’s (one of my) boyfriends. <3><3><3><3>>
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Mother…”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “We were supposed to have two weeks.”
maq: “We did.”
maq: I text Simone back: “hello. yes”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) <<what’s>>
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Where’s… everyone?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Jack?”
maq: I text back: “you know what we’re doing for hannah/jack?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Hannah?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Patrick?”
maq: “Text them, dumbass.”
maq: “Or call. God.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Fine,” I mutter. Disgruntled. I don’t like deadlines. I text Jack: <<dude.>>
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) <<faintly?>>
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack does not respond.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “No Jack.”
maq: I reply: “golden bar award. eris running it. have to choose between a bar: apollo, artemis, dionysus.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I try Hannah: <<hello?>>
maq: “Might be fucking his nymphs,” I say, distractedly.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Neither of you has gotten Hannah, but she often goes places where cell phones laugh at you.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: <<which>>
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) To Patrick, then: <<heard>>
maq: I reply to Simone: “hard choice. 1 or 2, prob, for me. not sure re: tadhg.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick replies quickly: <<no,>>
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) Pang of intense guilt. <<miss>>
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: <<then>>
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: <<pretty>>
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) ((10s to check up on Jack))
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can’t find Jack. He’s someplace you can’t experience.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Damn it, Jack.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Fucking nymphs.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I look to Kira. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember the last one.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I don’t like that.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick: <<alright.>>
maq: “I remember it,” I say, casually, shrugging.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Well, I don’t.” Totally not lying through my teeth.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) To Patrick: <<love>>
maq: “Uh huh,” I say in a way that indicates I don’t believe him at all.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manip+Pres vs. Kira’s Per+Emp
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I’m so very dead.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) 6s!
maq: TEAGUE FOR ONCE WINS! I still say “Uh huh.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He seems dumb enough to not remember.
maq: “What are we doing then.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “So… for me, I think I’m choosing between powerful animals from the goddess of hunting, or… possibly living through meeting my dad.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) Unless I want that pleasure.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) you do remember Xochipilli.
maq: “Having sex with Apollo and having his kid, getting a badass girdle, and having some maneads.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “So which one for you?”
maq: I shrug. “I like ’em all.” I twist around. “Let’s see. I got to have fun with Loki at Apollo’s. I really enjoyed Artemis’ club— more my type of place than the other two. Not as big into art nor the really party scene, really. Even if I had fun. So that leaves it balanced for me.” I tap my lip. “But then it comes down to what do we do with the other two.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I know,” I sigh. “Two losers who aren’t going to be happy. We really need something for the last two. Something big we could do.”
maq: “Too bad Greeks aren’t in to human sacrifice,” I sigh.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I shudder.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “For me… I think even though Artemis was fun, her club wasn’t for me. And with Dionysus’ place… well, big rave. And maybe fleeting kinds of gifts.” No matter how mind-blowing. “I guess that leads me to lean toward Apollo’s place?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Why does any place feel like the wrong one?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) *choice
maq: “Because it is.” I pace a bit. She doesn’t say if she agrees or not, because you know, who knows who’s listening and what problems that could cause. " Hannah said REALLY think about their promises."
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “What about them? Which ones are best? Which ones give something away about the gods?”
maq: “And like—also, what did they say,” I pace more. “Yeah. Which ones give something away that we could use to our advantage.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Dionysus barely said anything.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Artemis was the most bribey.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Outright.”
maq: “I mean,” I sigh. “I guess, worst comes to worst, we just be honest. Let’s not pull a Paris here. He didn’t choose who was actually the most beautiful or the fairest. If we had to pick the actual best bar, it’s entirely up to our own tastes here.” I pace a little bit. “And yeah, Artemis wasn’t for you. So it wouldn’t be the best for you.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Nope.”
maq: “We’ll math this up.” I wave my hands. “Because I am not manipulative enough for this. What order would you put them in.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague’s nose is distracted.
maq: “Well—no. Let’s score them. That’s more likely to help.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Ok.” I think for a moment. “Club only.” I sniff.
maq: “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate them. Club only.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Something (to him) smells like the best sex ever.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Hocheepeelee?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I look around for the source of the smell.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) You find a small flower sitting on a table, only slightly marred by blood on the stem. http://www.flowerphotoprints.com/data/photos/142_1dahlia_flower_art_print_photo_red_white.jpg
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) That’s a hot flower.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Ummm. Ok. Scoring.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Artemis’ club: 5. She was fun. But nothing else.”
maq: “I, myself,” I consider aloud. “Hmm. Honestly, I would probably not say anything was a perfect ten. Mind you, that is because I generally as a rule do not care for bars. A perfect bar for me would be sitting at home in the cave. Alone. Possibly with some hot cocoa and snuggling with one of the boys.” I pace.
maq: One of the boys = alone, apparently.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Right.” I nod. “Apollo’s club: 7? Cool people, but not really my style, the art and stuff. Good drinks, though.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Dionysus: …” I pause.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Honest, right?”
maq: “I’d say for me, Artemis’ club would be a 9. I like it. I liked the leather, the coloring, the people.” I nod. “Honest.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “9.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “It doesn’t get a ten because I feel guilty.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I sniff the flower.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Things inside you tighten up.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) Putting that down. Gently.
maq: “Apollo’s,” I say then, pacing. “Again—artsy fartsy. I’m not much into it, though I can clinically understand it and enjoy it. Good drinks, though, and it probably had my favorite music and had the best conversation, which is something I enjoy. I would rate it,” she considers. “8.5. Dionysus, since I kept some of my mind, I did enjoy it, but that was less, I feel, the bar, ad more the attitude and the rampant drug use. And madness—while it is a part of me, it made me panic about scarecrow. And in the aftermath, it was good but—looking back on it, it is not something I would truly wish to do again. I would say…6?”
maq: “So Artemis: 5 and 9. 14. Apollo: 7 and 8.5. 15.5. Dionysus: 9 and 6. 15.”
maq: “Apollo.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Ok then,” I say, nodding.
maq: “We’re going to be so fucked,” I say.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Not in the good way, right?”
maq: “No.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Let’s just get this over with.”
maq: I nod my head. “Making enemies of two gods together?” I offer my fist for bumping.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “What can we offer the king of partying and the queen of I’m shooting you in the face with an arrow?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I bump.
maq: “I haven’t the slightest.”
maq: I inhale, exhale. “Where are we going?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) When Kira gets up, she trips over a bloody shoe.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Great. Improvising. We’re really awesome at that.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBt7df4cGMs/TcDIzG2ZsrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/HItszqsRpTU/s1600/tuesday_shoesday_mexican_cinco_de_mayo_tooled_shoes.jpg
maq: I look at it. “Oh, hey. Cute.”
maq: I sniff it.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Smells like death, fresh death, passionate murder.
maq: I put it on.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’ another under the couch.
maq: I put that one on too.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I’m a little afraid to pick up that flower again.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Killer heels.
maq: Also dress up nicely for that reward ceremony.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Where were we supposed to announce ourselves?”
maq: “No idea.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Ugh. Hannah. Jack. So gonna pay for this.”
maq: “We are the sacrificial lambs to the slaughter. We should accept our fate.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) With sex, if your drugged desires seem to hold any sway.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “We’ll find them. Let’s try Apollo’s. We’ll break the good news to him first.”
maq: I nod my head then, and after getting dressed and cleaned up, which isn’t hard, head out.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I dress as nicely as I can. Lots of layers.
maq: This time, I also take my backpack.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague has hickeys on every inch of his body.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Or other ‘love marks
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I take up Caladbolg this time, putting it between my wings along my spine.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) And so, you’re not terribly surprised when you arrive at Apollo’s club, him holding a golden bar and smiling at the two of you. “I knew you’d pick me.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Why didn’t we ask him who we were going to pick?” I say miserably.
maq: “Hello,” I say. I look to Teague. “He would have said him.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Because I’d say myself.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “He was right, though.”
maq: “But at the time it was schrodinger’s bar.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I sigh.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Do the others know?” I ask the god.
maq: “Likely.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, they will when the sun hits the highest part of the day.” He seems smug about this.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’d suggest not being around for that.”
maq: “I was about to recommend we get out of town.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Wait, we have to tell them we’ll do something else for them.”
maq: “Well, if Eris curse remains, I’m not totally certain that what we do will make a difference.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Wait. You’re going to do something for the losers?” asks Apollo. “And what do i get?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Well, apparently we’re not,” I say.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’re a terrible liar.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “You wouldn’t be feeling extra generous, for winning legitimately, would you?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I am not.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “We even had scores.”
maq: “Not a good thing to say,” I say to Teague.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He gives Teague a look. “And that’s why you’re fully devoted to your boyfriend, enough to spur my affections?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I don’t know what to say to that.
maq: To Apollo: “We can do something for you as well, of course, mighty sun god,” I dip my head. “It would be our honor to do a task for you.” Wearily—but honest.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I look at my feet. How did I manage THREE?
maq: “That gold bar does match your hair beautifully,” I add.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know.” He looks to Kira. “I think I’ll wait to see what you do for them so that I can ensure you’re giving me what I’m due, as the rightful winner.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “That’s fair,” I admit with a sigh.
maq: “And if I just convince Teague to leave town?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You could behead him.”
maq: “I could,” I agree.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I look up rather sharply. This again?!?
maq: “Do you wish for me to behead him?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I think it’d be a bad form for the man who’s going to serve as my cupbearer for a decade.”
maq: “I agree.” I nod my head.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I don’t even open my mouth. More stupid will come out.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) I poke Kira.
maq: I look to him.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) Which decade?
maq: I sigh, and look to Apollo. “Which decade?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Whichever i choose, of course.”
maq: “Certainly. If he is in the middle of a grueling task, would it be admissible for him to at least finish that, first?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s enough to insult me.”
maq: “Understandable, great sun god.” I dip my head.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) For what it’s worth, I hang my head in shame. It’s like bowing. I do respect him, I just also now fear him.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He smiles that pretty smile. It makes you forget momentarily that he’s being a dick while you think about taking one.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I think I should leave now.”
maq: I smile — not as prettily — back. “Anything from me, sir?”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Expect me with some sunrise in the future.”
maq: “Certainly.” I smile and dip my head. And then I turn and walk away. God, I need to get Susano-o out of prison in florida.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He puts down the golden bar long enough to pick up a quiver and bow.
maq: Well
maq: No.
maq: I don’t turn and walk away.
maq: I dip my head. “May we take our leave?” I ask, honestly. You ask this shit.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He fires the full quiver into the open air, letting them fly.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks at Teague and smiles. “They’ll find their target when they need to.”
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Now you may leave.”
maq: “Thank you,” I dip my head to him again, and turn and leave.
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) "Thank you,’ I say, bowing. That was cryptic, but now is not the time to ask questions.
maq: When we’re good and far away and possibly on a subway trian making a lot of noise: “Rule one: don’t mention another god getting something else. Rule two: never mention points. They’d all be offended we didn’t give them perfect tens.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “But he won fair and square,” I insist. “How does that count for nothing?!”
maq: “The Greeks as a rule don’t care about fair and square. Nor does the world.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Wonderful.”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “Now what? Florida?”
maq: “I think so. You?”
[Hands of Power]: (aaron.grey) “I think I’ll go, if you don’t care. The western half of the country isn’t going to be a safe place for me.”
maq: I nod my head. “Sure. We’ll take my motorcycle.”
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Home is Where the Heart Is
fucking scarecrow

Teague

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Home Is Where The Heart Is::

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
3:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Like the spray of blood, you bathe your inside and out with things that should never be. You feel dark, and the seemless plane around you seems to leach away your light every moment. You see plant life around you, almost like a jungle from a child’s idea. All these here begin to crumble as you lay eyes upon them.
Describe yourself.

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
3:13
(aaron.grey) I look out through a mess of long hair, curled at the tips, pale brown, framing my face like the mane of a lion. My hands are tipped with narrow claws like those of a tiger. I step forward, my feet scarcely touching the ground. They leave behind a pale glow. My eyes are the sole light in the darkness, and though they threaten to fade, no darkness will ever truly devour them. My movements are quick, my reactions rapid, and I see everything, even in the feeblest of light. All around me, there’s a hue of the rainbow, an impossible radiance in the darkness.
3:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your soul was the most delicious, hero. It was terribly easy to twist Mother. To turn her against you through the strings on the goddess. She’s killing you right now, you know? The poison gives you to me every moment now.” Each step causes the cries of dying animals, those you make your prey. The world falls away, crumbling beneath your feet.
3:17
(aaron.grey) Scarecrow. But how? I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. But how can I clear away the one tiny seedling of doubt? That Kira would slay me with but a moment’s notice, for what she truly wanted, without batting an eye. “My body’s stronger than that,” I say aloud. But that’s not all that’s here. I instinctively walk toward the sounds of animals, like those I let down.
3:17
(aaron.grey) I don’t need the ground. I reach out, latching onto any structure, any wall, like it was the ground beneath my feet.
3:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You continue to kill all those you touch, your light burning them away to nothing. Eventually, you come to a circle. Inside are six caged tigers outlining the space the original Patrick occupies, being stripped of his skin to reveal the medusa underneath by their howls of pain.
3:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your body matters nothing. I will take your body like a glove, to touch those you love. To make them know fear.”
3:20
You have connected

[The Right Handed Path]
AIM
3:22
(aaron.grey) “Stop it,” I say to the void. “This is no more real than Oberon’s vision.” It could be him, even now. But something tells me, in my gut, that it’s not. I keep my distance, harboring my light for myself. For the safety of everyone. “You won’t lay a finger on them. Mine or yours.”
3:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Can you be so sure, young warrior? Can you risk everything on the half-thought ideas of one as mindless a beast as you are? Then again, great minds have always come across to you as beyond. You dance as willingly as any of the puppets.” The animals begin to disentigrate as each atom decays painfully slowly. And the same happens to Patrick, outside to in.
3:28
(aaron.grey) “I’m not a great mind,” I admit, looking away, up, out, searching for this thing that attempts to torment me. “But I’m not a puppet. I know what I’m doing.” Bold words, and I try to mean them. Anyone but him. I leap down, into the circle. But what would I do? “All I have to do is keep out one threat: you.” If I could keep out the madness, would that save them? Save Patrick?
3:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) As Patrick’s loving lips melt away, he begins to scream. Then, as the scream too dies with worms crawling from his throat, there is a painful silence. They tigers you couldn’t save limp towards you, their fury burning more brutally than any flame. “But you’re wrong, child. I’m already inside you. You read my name. You gave me life, safe haven. And through you, my Riastrad will cleanse this world of such weakness. Together, we will end pain and torment by stopping all life. And it will be glorious.”
3:36
(aaron.grey) I shut my eyes tight, enough that I won’t see the fury of the tigers I doomed to die. Or even what remains of Patrick. “You know nothing about me. Only what’s on the outside. And that’s why you’ll lose.” Patrick’s stronger than that. He’d never let go like that. “I’m not my father.” The words are like a weight lifted from my shoulders. “The rage in him, the berserker’s fury, that’s not the same in me. You can try to push me, but I won’t budge. My father was the berserker. I am the Guardian. If you’re in me, then you’re stuck there. And you’ll watch as nothing gets past me.”
3:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Your body goes numb all over, the feeling of ants crawling, biting at your flesh numbing it to the world around you. Soon, you swell, your legs unmoving and eyes permanently closed. “Then together we shall sleep. Eventually, your nerves will stop functioning altogether. Then your soul will follow. We’ll go together, and no one will be any the wiser.”
3:41
(aaron.grey) “As long as it keeps you from destroying anyone else,” I say quietly. “I hope you like your prison.”
3:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, I do. I hope you enjoy those last moments with your love. He didn’t fare as well as you did, I’m afraid.” You begin to feel large cat teeth gnawing through to your bones.
3:44
(aaron.grey) He’s not here. He’s not. It’s just me. “He’ll be fine,” I choke out through my teeth. I push back with some force unseen, the rainbow armor that protects me. Keeping everything out. I fight to open my eyes. “More than I can say for you.”
3:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You feel a comforting hand on your shoulder. More than that, a strong, masculine hand. The feeling of numbness fades as you borrow the strength of another. “Thought you could use a hand, bud.” You open your eyes to look upon a glorious gladiator in shining armor. The tigers circle, but are kept at bay by three arms behind his back weilding a sword, a spear, and a mighty cestus.
3:48
(aaron.grey) “Who… Jack?” The only gladiator I know.
3:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Not in the flesh, but we both know you wish it were.” He grins as he slices off a tiger’s leg as it jumps too close. “We’re too close now. There’s only one more to break the tie. Besides, I want you to watch when I beat the Scarecrow on my own.”
3:50
(aaron.grey) “Don’t flatter yourself,” feeling a reluctant smirk on my lips.
3:50
(aaron.grey) I wince at the tiger’s sudden amputation. “Do you know what you’re going up against? He’s crazy.”
3:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ve seen crazier. Did you meet my stepmom?” he jokes as you begin feeling stronger and stronger. “Here. He can’t keep us both in a coma. Just take some of my blood.”
3:53
(aaron.grey) “I did,” I mutter. Bitch. “Your blood? Like… drinking?”
3:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Nah, man. More like bloodbrothers.” He reaches out, slicing his palm and holding it out to you. “High five,” he says with a grin to let you know he knows how ridiculous he’s being.
3:55
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “Just this once.” At least he’s not tackling me and… No. I bring Caladbolg easily to my hand, leaving a trail of rainbows as I slice open my hand. I give Jack his high five.
3:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Like that, the shock to your system and your bodies are more one than you’ve ever been with someone else. And it’s like that when he pulls you up from the ground, both of you broken and bleeding.

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Home Is Where The Heart Is::
3:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You come forth from the rush of foulness, more at one with yourself and the wrongness within. All around you is a dark, desolate plain. In this tundra of black earth, you are alone, not even the caw of a crow to keep you company. Describe yourself.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:08
I’m taller now, more muscled like my mother — but with wider hips and heavy breasts, like the fertility goddess dolls that are scattered around mesopotamia to represent the mother goddess. My hair is longer, flaring out and down my back over pitch dark raven wings that spread out on either side of me. A bird skull-mask covers half of my face, curving out wickedly, and two long, sharp bull horns curl out from it. Chains and jewelry dangle from my wrists and fingers, curl up my legs and arms — and anywhere that is not jewelry covered has thick nasty black scars where, were they still here, the crows could claw from.
3:09
Some of the jewelry glows with a firey light—some of it with a silver light.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) That emptiness is not hollow. The earth beneath you shifts, swilling like the earth itself is in a wine glass of some greater beast. You begin to slide forward as it consumes all. “So nice to see you, mother. Don’t you like what we’ve done with your world? It was so easy, mother.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:13
My wings flare out and push back against the slide forward, pushing me back. My voice is lower, more rough and husky — and quiet — as it still manages to echo throughout the shadows. I push back. “Scarecrow,” I say then. “It would not be this easy.” My eyes flicker around and I spin, so those jetblack wings can flap harder again.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’d be surprised how easy, Mother. The seed was planted with the Tiger Lady, and it grew and grew like mushrooms. Madness is like a fungus, seeking out the dark places in your heart and blossoming into frightful things. Did you know Love was as terrible? That what grows inside you brings about all this?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:20
I suck in a deep breath. Madness does spread like that — after all, don’t I seek to be a goddess of madness? It is a disease and it spreads. “Love is terrible,” I say then—my voice whispers all around. “It breaks you. It itself is madness of a different name. It itself creates great black weaknesses. And yes,” I say then, slowly. “What grows inside of me — has grown inside of me, will grow inside of me brings this.” My wings flap again and I step forward and away from the pull. “But I will fight every step of the way. Even if this is true, child, you know that I will fight to bring the world back.” My eyes dart again—black and wide behind the mask. “You, your siblings, and I are in an eternal dance of slaughter.”
3:20
You have connected

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:20
I suck in a deep breath. Madness does spread like that — after all, don’t I seek to be a goddess of madness? It is a disease and it spreads. “Love is terrible,” I say then—my voice whispers all around. “It breaks you. It itself is madness of a different name. It itself creates great black weaknesses. And yes,” I say then, slowly. “What grows inside of me — has grown inside of me, will grow inside of me brings this.” My wings flap again and I step forward and away from the pull. “But I will fight every step of the way. Even if this is true, child, you know that I will fight to bring the world back.” My eyes dart again—black and wide behind the mask. “You, your siblings, and I are in an eternal dance of slaughter.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Are we, Mother? Can you see them become like him?” Before your eyes, you see those orphans you’ve come to love, dying. Each one’s fate is crueler, more agonizing than the last. Worst yet are those drawn in by your madness, taking their own lives, or showing you killing them. Each drop of blood brings about this apocalypse, ends the world. And then they all end up like Neil, pulled from his flesh by your crows, twisted into horrid monstrosities.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:27
I inhale and let it out again, watching what happens—little Tess turned into a thing of flesh-tentacles and too many eyes, and over there Jeffrey. But then I focus on the darkness again—my wings flap once, lifting me up. I raise one hand, a small flame appearing in my hand, casting me in a glow. “I will destroy you, and I will destroy your siblings, Scarecrow,” I say then, firmly. “It is a grim fate for those around me. But I can watch, and I can fight. It is.” I feel the fear throbbing down in my throat, in the pit of my stomach. I wonder where Teague is — is he off at the fountain with Oberon? I hope they got Neil. I hope Simone is safe, and Sasha, and Jack and Hannah. I step forward and spin, trying to find something in the darkness to set alight.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There is nothing. More and more,nothing around you matters. No one comes for you. No one cares to. “Why would they?” Asks the Scarecrow. “If you had taken your own life long ago, none of this would’ve come to pass.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:31
“If I had taken my life,” I say then, suddenly self-assured, “Simone would be disappointed in me and the afterlife would be quite literally a hell.” I spin. I don’t want the others to come for me — if they do, they could be harmed. They should not be harmed because of what comes from me. My stomach knots tighter. But I can’t fight all this alone—though it is part of my geas to take it down. “A child can drive its mother mad, but a mother knows innately when her children have done wrong — even if she does not call them on it. Do you expect to fool me with that, child?” Calling it child makes me feel—even if there isn’t any, even if I know it’s a placebo —like I have some power, some small widget of power.
3:32
My wings flap violently, and I just throw the fire into the darkness, eyes flitting around faster.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With fire comes smoke, and soon you are cast adrift in your own veiled sky. You see figure after figure, only to burn them down. Then, as you go to throw one more fire, the smoke condenses to a woman. Her hair curls in dark around her light face. Her eyes shine upon you like burning coals. Across her shapely form drapes the effortless smoke and mists she uses to stop your holocaust.
“Kira?” she asks. Her voice calms the torment rising inside you, like a deep drag off of the opium pipe.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:38
“Simone?” I ask then, raising my fire—but stopping, my wings spread, an arc around me. I halt there in the sky. “Is that you?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Kira, you have to wake up. This place? It’s not real.” She comes slowly closer, letting you decide if you want her comfort or not.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:42
I inhale and nod my head once, and then spin, defensively protecting her. “A dream world? I believe I was pulled here before getting to the fountain of youth. This is my child’s—home. Scarecrow. The one I told you about.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We know,” she says, eveloping you in a cloud. “It’s been weeks. He’s been… we don’t have much time. Sasha and Hannah can’t hold him off on their own.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:44
“Weeks?” I say then, distant, and fall forward then—finally, wrapping my arms around her smokey-cloudy-light form. And then I pull back—it’s a brief, barely there thing. “We need to go. Did Teague make it through? Jack? Neil?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Sweety, we need to keep you going. Don’t ask about the others. If we can get you back, you can help us kill him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:49
I inhale, and exhale. “Then I need to move.” I need to help my band kill and destroy Scarecrow—I cannot let my band fall to a child of mine. I lift my head up, the bone skull looking up then, toward the hazy smokey darkness. “How do I wake? It seems so easy in a regular dream.” My wings flare and I spin around a bit, flames appearing in my hands.

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your body won’t. Don’t worry.” She wraps her arms around you. “I’ll just lend you my sanity and together, we can beat back his spell. Just… breathe me in,” she bids.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:52
“My body won’t wake?” I say then, my eyes narrowing a bit. “What do you mean, Simone?” My wings flap a little bit, and I draw in a bit of smoke—even as I wait for an answer.
3:52
“Are you going to be able to wake if I breathe you in?”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Sweety, sometimes it’s better if you don’t know the answer to every question,” she says sagely. “Now do what I say, or I’m going to be disappointed in you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:53
“Simone,” I say then, sharply—irritably, and then finally close my eyes and inhale, deeply.
3:54
“If you do not wake up,” I say then, threateningly as I let out a breath to start breathing in more, “after all this is done, I will go into the void and pull you out and then I will slaughter you and bring you back again, and I’m certain Hannah will…probably complain if not help me.”

[The Left Handed Path]
AIM
3:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Your threats’ll mean more when you’re awake,” she says as you breathe her in, watching as the smoky figure vanishes more with every breath like the rest of the landscape.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
3:56
I draw in Simone then, and then let it out, and then draw in another breath and let it out, my eyes roaming. Hannah and Sasha are fighting it. Lend me my sanity. Beat back his spell, and then fight him. If I can get back, I can help kill him.

Together Battle

ndicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Home Is Where The Heart Is::
3:20
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[Hands of Power]
AIM
3:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [hold]
4:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) http://images4.alphacoders.com/157/157308.jpg
4:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Beyond the little house in Arizona, you can hear a great fight. The roars of bears, the caws of crows, and screams of pain all come from the directions of the windmills before they crumble.
4:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone holds Kira in the dusty soil, kissing the top of her head as her body shakes. She bleeds slightly, but it doesn’t seem to be that serious, or she’s very good at masking it.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:03
I draw in a deep breath. I feel—pail and dizzy for a moment. I press my hand to my forehead first, and then shake my head and press my hand to just below my stomach as if checking on something. I look up at Simone then, dizzily. “That them?” I ask, my voice hoarse. I sit up a bit—embracing her quickly, shaking a bit myself, and then stumbling to my knees—and then to my feet.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not twenty yards away, Jack pulls Teague up with their sliced palms together. He spits out a tooth to the side, upnodding to the man as they have their silent moment.
4:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [go. Maq. >.>]
4:04
(aaron.grey) I nod back. He’s earned that. I keep a hold of his hand for just a moment longer than I need to, until I know I can let go and still stand. “Thanks,” I mutter.
4:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Should be them an’ Xiwangmu,” says Simone as she slowly gets to her feet. “Glad to have you back in your right minds.”
4:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack smirks, but it looks tired. “Yeah. I’d hate to have to kick both their asses again.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:06
“Xiwangmu?” I ask then, with a wince. Well. Makes sense. Wonder if — no time to think about that.
4:06
“Hi,” I say to Jack then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:06
(aaron.grey) “How did we get here?”
4:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Let’s just say that Kira hits hard,” says Jack.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:07
I look down and around for my hammer, and if I don’t have it, I look to Teague. “Can you try to give me my hammer back to see if that works?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone: “No time. They’ll need us.” As she starts to step forward, the house before you collapses into itself.
4:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s somewhere in the ground between you.
4:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [hold]
4:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Floating in the space where the house once stood is a thing figure in a tattered black cloak. From behind it extend two enormous blood-splattered black wings, helping it block out the dim sunlight. As those with great eyes take in the beast, they see two glowing specks under the hood like burning hatred given form. At each joint, and more, hungry mouths with mix-matched teeth grind in hunger. The long claws of a crow serve as hands for the monster as it glides closer, bringing doom with it.
“Mother,” It speaks within your minds. “Today we die.”
4:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [join battle]

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:14
6s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:14
(aaron.grey) 2s
4:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Kira up at 0, Jack on 1, Simone at 3, Teague at 4, Scarecrow at 6.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:20
I look up at the Scarecrow then—knowing that that creature is my child. I lift my head—and reach up to grab my mask which I know is nearby, and pull it down. “No.” I say then, loudly. “I’ve got other children to bear, and friends to support — and other waste from my womb to slaughter.” And then I’m charging forward, lofting my own shield and narrowing my eyes a bit. My horns are out and pointed forward—and I’m releasing all my crows, and if possible, releasing my snake so it can come out and curl around. Anything to help lower a DV right? “Teague—my hammer!” I’m running—and I’ll hopefully catch it and be able to spin it when my next turn comes. So Miscellaneous Action, 5.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Jack takes little time rushing over to grab Kira’s hammer. “Catch!” He yells as he flings it far away from both you and the creature, spinning it like a discus. Just as you’re about to tell him how fucking stupid he is, it comes spinning back, whistling as it kicks up a dust storm, colliding heavily with the scarecrow en route to Kira’s hand.
4:24
(aaron.grey) 5s
4:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Strength+6+3 with 4 autos
4:25
(aaron.grey) 9B
4:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It connects solidly.
4:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ll teach you to fuck with my people,” she growls. Simone plants her feet, staring down the barell of her almost oversized revolver. The sun gleams off the edge of it, positively igniting with the flame of the bullet passing through as it flies for the Scarecrow’s face. She slides back through the dirt about five feet, grunting from the kickback.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:28
+2!
4:28
9s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) 9+3L

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:29
8L!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It blows a hole through the creature’s shoulder.
4:30
(aaron.grey) I run forward to Jack, pulling out a tattered little doll. I look up at the scarecrow as I jam a needle into its black eye. “You’re gonna need this,” I say to Jack as I strengthen his body. I lay a hand on his shoulder.
4:31
(aaron.grey) 8s to Bolster, 1L
4:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Have 5 of those]

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:34
The hammer that Jack threw the air zings back to me. I dive sideways then, reaching my hands up to catch it two handed—my arms jerk backward, but I let my body go with it—using the inertia of Jack’s throw to swing around, and sideways, and then in one violent moment — my eyes dark beneath my mask, my hair flaring out, the sun catching on me, and my hammer flaringup with fire—twisting into a tornado to full body slam into the Scarecrow. My teeth are gritted as I slam with everything I have into the damn thing—pressed forward not only by the speed of my running, but the strength of Jack’s throw, and every little push of my muscles, trying to destroy him with everything I have. As I spin, I briefly make eye contact with Simone—and then SLAM, straight into Scarecrow’s side with all those mouths and teeth.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
4:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) 3
4:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Also, -1
4:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Also, make a WP
Int+Leg roll for you and simone

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
4:37
10s <—>s helped deliver these triplet monsters into the world. They see things that you otherwise would never. Tlazolteotl gives some of the best gifts.
6:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And then five years passes for the pair, putting them well into their burgeoning demigod power.
6:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused. 9 xp from the base session. 50 from the jump.]

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No Wonder the Witch Doesn't Want to Bathe in This

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::No Wonder The Witch Doesn’t Want To Bathe In This::
As you dive deep into the sewers, they’re at first cleaner and more awful than you expected. Anywhere where the light of day touches them, they’re clean as can be. As soon as you step away from the lights above, you’re left in dank filth that makes you question the sanity of some goddesses you know.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:16
Toci is totally cool. Just…y’know. Filth. Someone has to be though. I walk quietly with Teague, having finally pulled my hair back, and looking generally weary.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:17
(aaron.grey) I’m trudging through, sticking to the light because… well, me, all the while putting my shirt over my nose.
6:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Now, how are you two going about exploring the sewer system? It is rather large.
6:20
(aaron.grey) Well, it’s a little late to pull out a map. Good idea, Tadhg.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:21
I pull down my mask, casually ensure everything is in its place, and then start walking. Well, let’s see. Veil. Something about frogs. Maybe before we hop down here we should ask homeless types where—orphans. I’m climbing out and calling an orphan, and asking them if there are any weird kid stories about giant frogs in the sewers somewhere.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:22
(aaron.grey) I follow. I don’t mind stepping outside of the sewer again.
6:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Do you mean the crocodiles?” Tessa asks while stealing her newest mother’s phone.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:23
“Sure,” I say then, casually. “The big crocodiles people flush? Do you know where they go?” Good enough.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “In the sewer. Probably in a big… open one. Like one where Master Splinter would train his ninja turtles. Duh.”
6:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And they’re not big when you flush them.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:25
“Uh huh.” I say then. “Thanks, Tessa. Where would the biggest, most open sewer be in New York City do you think?” Not that an orphan would know this, but y’know, might as well ask. And then I can go beat up a sewer worker.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “The center. Where all the stuff flows. Duh.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:25
“Okay. Thanks Tessa.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:25
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No problem, scary lady.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:25
I am surprisingly not bad with kids. “Hey—spend mommy’s money and buy the Ghost Writer comic, okay?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I will!”
6:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “MOOOOOOM!”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:26
“Thanks, Tessa.” I say then, and hang up. I look to Teague. “We need to beat up a sewer worker.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:26
(aaron.grey) “I… What?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:27
I stare blankly at him. “How else are we going to find the right sewer to go to?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:28
(aaron.grey) “The little girl just said we needed to find where it all flows. The center. So we track down some flowing… shit.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:30
I stare blankly at him. “She’s seven. She has a seven year olds understanding of poop. She may in a way be right, but sewage all flows to a sewage plant whereupon it is cleaned and sent back either to the ocean or for people to drink.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:31
(aaron.grey) I shrug. “Alright then.”
6:31
(aaron.grey) I listen for signs of life.
6:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) RAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSS

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:32
I’m going to use my phones to find a sewage plant in New York, and then head there.
6:32
*phone
6:32
(Though maybe I stole Teague’s phone too, who knows)

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague with his epic Perception knows.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:32
Truth.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can figure out where a plant would be. Now the question is are you going there topside or through the tunnels?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:33
Tunnels. Mask on. Because y’know, that won’t freak anyone out who’s working or anything like that. Apparently I’m feeling moody!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:34
(aaron.grey) I just think Kira’s being her usual cheerful self.
6:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) As you move, the squeaks of rats chattering all around is almost oppressive. Then, as you’re finally nearing the sewage plant, there are practically rivers between sides, all flowing in various tones of green, brown, and yellow. How are you positioned, by the way?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:36
I’ll be between green and brown because I could give a crap. Literally. I’m rescuing Neil, so I’m not really planning the best right now. I move along that way, mask down, hammer out, hair pulled into a ponytail.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:37
(aaron.grey) I’ll be at her side, between brown and yellow. Blech.
6:37
(aaron.grey) I’ll keep Caladbolg at hand. It’s light comforts me.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:37
Also, backpack on my back. As ever.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Perception + Investigation

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:38
2s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:38
(aaron.grey) 5s
6:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) To Kira, there’s a light off to the left down a passageway. That could mean people, which could be the veiled whore.
6:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) To Teague, as you’re approaching, there’s a lot more indications of recent activity. In fact, the area seems to teem with life, and the smell of death. There’s more death from a tunnel past the one with the light.
6:40
(aaron.grey) “I know it’s a sewer and all,” I say quietly, “but there’s death here. More than I care for.”
6:40
(aaron.grey) I point past the light.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:41
I turn to squint down the one passageway. I look to him and begin to say “let’s go,” and then pause. I look down there, squinting through my mask. “Death there?” I begin moving that direction then, sternly.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s no ghosts along the way.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:42
“I don’t see any ghosts,” I say, looking around as I move.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:43
(aaron.grey) “I don’t imagine many people ever come down here, much less die.”
6:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) As you step, the waters flow up onto the sidewalks down the darkened tunnel. The water sloshes along your ankles, keeping you ready to fall at any moment. wonderful.
6:43
(aaron.grey) “Ugh.”
6:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The deeper you delve, the stronger the scent of decay.
6:43
(aaron.grey) I’m wrapping the dragonfly scarf around my nose and mouth. And holding my breath.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:43
“What?” I say, looking down at my feet, shrugging, and then continuing sternly forward. “Summon Clover. It will be like home.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Any stealth?
6:44
(aaron.grey) “He’d eat it,” I mutter to myself.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:44
I slip sideways into the shadows and quietly slip along!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:45
(aaron.grey) Noting that she seems to be hiding, I’ll try. I’ve never really been one for stealth.
6:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Dex+Stealth-2 for Teague
6:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Dex+Stealth for Kira
6:45
(aaron.grey) 6s

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:45
7s on Shadow Refuge, 1L. So mundane stealth can’t get me. And then 6s for supernaturals.
6:45
er *mundane percep

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Perception+Awareness

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:46
6s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:46
(aaron.grey) 3s
6:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Kira, being the one to see in the shadows, sees it all first. Where all the sewage drains, there seems to be a strange throne room. Amid the center is a single chair made of white human bone. Sitting atop it is the most glorious woman you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, holding a glowing green jar. In this room, Kira, there are many ghosts trapped within their bodies beneath the waters. Floating throughout the area are the dead as well as everything else that gets thrown down into the sewer. Rats gnaw at those that dare get close enough to the edge, growing bloated on dead flesh.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:51
Hm. Glowing green jar. I stay silent and in the darkness for a moment then—I study it for a moment. Is that Neil? Neil’s body wouldn’t be here, since mother’s crows ate it. My eyes roam around, looking for signs of him.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Investigation

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:52
3s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You don’t see him elsewhere, but you see a lot of the dead.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:53
Hm. I glance sideways to Teague, and then forward. I’m going to let out seven crows to announce my presence—CAW, CAW, CAW—and then step out of the shadows, walking forward. Fuck rats. Also, 1L for UO. Just in case, y’know.
6:53
Also, I’m going to make sure my shield is out.
6:53
“Hello.” I say. Friendly!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:54
(aaron.grey) So it’s that kind of day. I walk out with her, sticking to her back for a moment until I can take it all in. Hide our numbers just for an instant. Caladbolg is still at hand, with my horn and whip also at my hip.
6:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Do you come from the Italians, the Polish, or the government?” asks the woman in a voice that chills to the bone.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:55
“Irish,” I say then.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s been a while since New York’s Irish had to get rid of the bodies.” She continues to look at her jar through the curtain of her hair.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:56
“I don’t have any bodies to get rid of. My boyfriend is down here some where. I would appreciate him back.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:57
(aaron.grey) I step to Kira’s side then, looking at the woman. Is this her? The veiled woman?
6:57
(aaron.grey) “Neil,” I say helpfully.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:57
“He’s a spectre,” I say, not so helpfully.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m afraid I won’t help you with that. Those who wind up down here are mine.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:58
“His body was not here, so his body did not come to you — so he is not yours.” I say, placidly. “What is your name?” I finally ask, politely.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
6:58
(aaron.grey) My hand tightens on the grip of my sword. We don’t have the best record with negotiations.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
6:59
Kira’s an amazing negotiator, Teague, watchoo on about?

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She raises her face to look upon you. On the right half, you see perhaps the most beautiful woman you’ve seen before, all the more because of the horrifying decay of the other half. Bare flesh and decay in process meet your eyes, sending you into abject desire..

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:01
Hel?
7:01
I tilt my head then, and dip my head. “Are you Hel?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I have been named that before. Who dares tell me what is dead is not mine?”
7:02
(aaron.grey) Another goddess. Of death.
7:03
(aaron.grey) I look to Kira. So… are her and your mom like… cousins? Or besties?

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:03
“Kira, daughter of the Morrigan.” I keep my head bowed now. Thanks Piety. “I apologize for my presumption, Goddess. I know that in the Edda you have allowed the dead to leave should a hero go on a quest. Perhaps you will allow me the honor of performing one to earn the right of my boyfriend leaving with me?”
7:03
I flip Teague off behind my back. Mooooody!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’ve done the barest of reading. Did you come to the realization that what I assign is only ruination and death of those who think to defy my laws?” She asks with that impassive face.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:05
“Not at all, madam.” I say—my head remains bowed.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:06
(aaron.grey) “A death goddess is a keeper, and a queen,” I say, bowing my head. Like the Morrigan.
7:06
(aaron.grey) Also scary.
7:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Is that a joke?” she asks Teague.
7:07
(aaron.grey) “No,” I say carefully.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:07
“He’s simply an idiot,” Kira says, calmly.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “As are you, vile child with a wicked tongue,” she says in that same monotone.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:08
“I do not deny it,” I say, calmly. “But, Goddess, I request Neil Penn back. And I will go on whatever ruinous, deadly quest you point me on.” It’s stupid—and I know it, but I’m going to get Neil back. And hey, maybe if I’m lucky, this will keep me away from more sex with Jack until the gun has worn off.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Silence.
7:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Very well. Destroy your companion. Wipe him from the living world, and I will let free the soul of this abomination,” she proclaims.
7:12
(aaron.grey) “Waaaait a second.”
7:12
(aaron.grey) “What purpose would that serve?”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:13
I turn to Teague then. “We can get you back from Annwn.”
7:13
“Probably.”
7:13
“With more questing.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:13
(aaron.grey) I just stare at her. “I’m not going to let you kill me.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:13
“Please?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then you will either depart, or you will fight to the death.”
7:14
(aaron.grey) I turn to the goddess. “Perhaps you’ll allow me one question first. How, exactly did this soul get to be here?”
7:14
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Allow me one, dear Irishman, and I will grant your question.”
7:15
(aaron.grey) “Ask.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:15
Kira waits, apparently impatiently.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What are your geasa?”
7:16
(aaron.grey) “They are the tasks set to me by Enech and the Tuatha de Dannan,” I say with a stony expression.
7:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You believe me a fan of your fairy tricks? Do you think that subtle plays on words are the ways in which one escapes my realm?”
7:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I am the daughter of Loki Liesmith. You will never play a trick I do not foresee.”
7:17
(aaron.grey) “I sought no trick,” I say to her. “Simply to exchange things of equal value. Do you think that these are equal?”
7:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I care nothing for what a lesser being thinks is equal to that which a god gives.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:18
Oh-oh-ah-oh. Oh-oh-ah-oh. High school never ends…

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Awa
7:18
(aaron.grey) 4s

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:18
7s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There are shapes moving in the water towards you.
7:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Crocs, kira.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:19
I look at the crocodiles then. “Tessa was right,” I say, casually, to Teague.
7:20
I’m prepared to beat the fuck out of them if they get too close to me.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:22
(aaron.grey) I ready Caladbolg in my hand, but I keep the goddess in my sights. Then, upon hearing Kira, I swap it out for my whip. “If you can make and see lies, then you’ll know I had no intention of denying you information when you asked. I want to know how Neil got here. So I’ll offer you one of my geasa, and you’ll know it’s the truth. Either way, you’ll likely be getting some task of Kira here. That’s still much in your favor.”
7:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You ask things of me. I do not care for the lives of mortals.” The crocs are swimming just beneath you now, seeming to circle and dive in.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:24
Kira casually looks to her crows circling over head. 6s to talk to Crows. “Do not harm the goddess,” I say then, casually, in English. And then I look to the Goddess again—briefly, before lowering my head. I look to the crocs again.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:27
(aaron.grey) I stare into the goddess’ hideous face. Fine, if I’m going to die and be here as yours anyway. “I’m forbidden the touch of iron, the meat of a lion, and the failure to defend the helpless.”
7:27
(aaron.grey) Now tell me.
7:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “He wrote a book. One in which Hella, as he so named me, was given to the beautiful god. I understand the truth of his prophesy, and wish to see it come to pass,” she says impassively. “So I called to his spirit, and trapped him here into my service for all eternity.”
7:30
(aaron.grey) Those who wind up here. Or those you steal.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:30
I nod my head once. Well, good that someone else approves of Neil’s gift for Prophecy. Of course, he’s my boyfriend, and he’s allowed to roam as he wants, so that’s a problem, but I can agree with that.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:30
(aaron.grey) “His medium was drawing. It doesn’t seem like he could do much of that here.”
7:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I have many bodies to place him in when I require his gift.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:33
I tilt my head back, rolling my shoulders—cracking my neck a little bit. She does, it’s true. Destroy your companion. Wipe him from the living world. She is a goddess of manipulation, it’s true. Of course, her words indicate I jut have to do it some time. So I could do it at the same time that, say, my binding of the words Simone placed on me did. Of course, a goddess of manipulation — and a goddess like Hel would not think much of that. Of course, also destroying Teague now and getting Neil would not mean she couldn’t immediately attack me with her crocs and rats and destroy me before I left, too.
7:34
Kill Teague whenever Patrick turns traitor blah blah blah. Or just do it eventually. But again: she is a goddess. She cares little for us. She’s not known for accepting such things. Why would she care?

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:34
(aaron.grey) How do you even try to steal from a goddess?
7:35
(aaron.grey) Thieving goddess.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:35
I look to Teague then and raie my eyebrows. Steal something straight from her hand? Fuck if I know.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Manipulation+Politics

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:35
3s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:35
(aaron.grey) 2s
7:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone’s voice rings in your ears: “If you can’t punch a bitch, get one of your homies to punch a bitch.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:37
The only problem is, o’course, I cannot allow any mother or pregnant woman to be harmed. Guess who’s a moooother. And if I ask someone, that’s allowing. I fold my arms. “Are you ready, Teague?” Now, Teague can come up wit hthe idea on his own. And leave me out of the loop, of course. He’s kinda stupid, though.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:50
(aaron.grey) “I guess I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be,” I say with a sigh, looking up to the crows circling overhead. I put my hand over the pendant around my neck, summoning the familiar ward to protect me — and Kira — from the crocodiles. I can only hope that the beautiful being may still have his eyes on me. And that this horrifice sewer may be enough like a fountain. “Oberon,” I say to the sky. “Please hear me. One of the few who’ve seen how I’ve been touched by your kind. If I ever had a time of need… I think this might be it. If I was worthy enough to pass your test, please think me worthy now and come to my aid.” I rest my other hand on my belt. “Give me your wisdom, your cunning, or your beauty. Or if you’re a good fighter,” I mutter under my breath, “that wouldn’t hurt.” I brace myself.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:51
I’m attacking Teague.
7:51
Kinda got to. Sorry buddy.
7:52
7s on JB!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:52
(aaron.grey) 0s

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:54
I take my hammer and raise it then. For the effort, I am at least going to attempt to give Teague a painless death. That means I’m going to be aiming for either his temple or throat. With Teague—well, he’s kind of brainless, so crushing his throat is what we’re going for here. I slosh in the crap, not seeming to care, and stepping forward, sinking my foot into the shit (literally!) to give me a stable baseboard, then twisting with a squish , and swinging my hammer to crush in his throat!
7:54
Though, good on him for summoning a god without asking me about it before hand. That means I’m not allowing it! Go team.
7:54
Well. Faerie.
7:54
God? Faerie? Whatever.
7:55
Look, Oberon.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +2

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:55
6s on the roll fo yo DV Teaguer.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:56
(aaron.grey) I crack the whip, eyeing my attacker. My body glows with a rainbow sheen. I’ll use her own momentum against her. I flick the whip out quickly, aiming to coil it around her weapon, pulling hard enough to yank her forward while dropping down out of reach.
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +2
7:56
(aaron.grey) 7s
7:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Mis!

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
7:56
I trip forward then!
7:58
I slide forward then in the muck, and then twist around then, rising back up into the muck. I whip my hammer overhead then—I have cat’s grace, I can run on anything, I rise up and hop up into the air, coming down on top of Teague, landing with my shit-covered feet on his shoulders, and then bring my hammer down overhead, gritting my teeth and savagely slamming the hammer into his skull. Teague’s my friend, of course, but someone needs to get Teague back, damnit. And I’m not harming a (possible) mother. So beating Teague to death it is.
7:59
I’d understand if he did the same to me for Patrick.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
7:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +3

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:00
8s. (Also XP thar)
8:00
*needs to get Neil back, I can’t type

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:01
(aaron.grey) Not much time to react. I raise up with one hand, flinging the muck from my hand into her eyes. At the same time, I jerk my head to one side and lift with my other hand. I’ll push up on her foot to knock her off balance and away.
8:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +2
8:01
(aaron.grey) 4s

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:02
My hammer slams down on his head. 10B!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:03
(aaron.grey) 7s, spending 1wp, taking 2B
8:07
(aaron.grey) “Kinda wish you chose me,” I say through a splash of filth. “But I get it.” I slide back in the slippery stuff, cracking the whip again. I flick it out again, coiling its leather around the handle of Kira’s weapon. Then I tug with everything I’ve got.
8:08
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +3

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:09
“Me?” I reply. “I’ve made promises to my mother on behalf of Neil already. Big promises. It’s already part of my motif. Why wold I play against that?” Once he whips out, I twist around then and dive sideways, not really caring about the shit, diving down into it for a moment and disappear beneath the shit to bob back up — like I’ve never been underneath it.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +2

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:09
9s.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:10
(aaron.grey) 11s
8:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It flies back to Teague!
8:12
(aaron.grey) When the whip coils back, I snatch up the weapon, allowing myself a small sigh of relief.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:12
Wellp. That just means I need to kill Teague with other things.
8:13
I’m going to be using Marinette’s ring.
8:14
So touch attack! I dash forward, then, lightly on top of the shit water, and then leap up, as if I’m trying to leap over his head—and then reach down to just lightly touch his head. Not trying to harm him (yet), but definitely trying to touch his head.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +1. We want blood, say the elder gods.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:15
3s.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:16
(aaron.grey) I let gravity take me, twisting and falling, right into the mess of sludge, sliding away from Kira. I whip Fand’s favored weapon behind me, happening to catch a croc on the snout, yanking it into the ward’s hard surface as I pull myself back.
8:16
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) +3
8:17
(aaron.grey) 11s

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:17
I jut leap riiiight over Teague’s head.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s a smell.
8:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s not a bad smell.
8:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Teague!
8:21
(aaron.grey) I risk a good, long sniff as I eye Kira. “I really don’t want to put you in time out again,” I tell her as I scramble backward. I head for the nearest wall within my ward, tucking my whip into my belt as I scale it one-handed, dashing up the slick surface toward the ceiling.
8:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Wits+Survival
8:21
(aaron.grey) 1s
8:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’ve smelled it before. It’s some kind of strange tree. What was… Strawberry. It was the Killarney Strawberry Tree.
8:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s a comforting breeze filling the chamber.
8:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re both up at the same time!

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:24
I’m pointing at where Teague went, and looking to my Crows, and saying “Attack him, scratch him, shit on him, and kill him.”
8:24
Also, releasing more crows. Ten more, say.
8:24
(So Miscallaneous, 5 tics)

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:26
(aaron.grey) “I’m guessing you didn’t just tell them to give me a hug,” I sigh, scrambling further along the wall.
8:26
(aaron.grey) EDIT
8:26
(aaron.grey) I scramble a few inches further, keeping my eyes on all her little friends, ready to defend myself.
8:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) They come a-cawin’, until a strong wind buffets them back.
8:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) A short pretty man stands at the entrance to the sewer grate, flowers growing through the muck at his feet. Oberon, for those of you in the know.
8:29
(aaron.grey) “Oberon!” I yell, smiling for the first time since I set foot in this muck. “You heard me!”
8:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Little fairies float about as glowing will-o-the-wisps.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:31
Sup Oberon. Too bad I’m too busy attacking Teague and can’t really stop until Neil’s saved. I mean, if he ever attacks Hel, then I suddenly have to attack him but I would prefer not to attack a Faerie king. I can’t harm Hel, thanks Geasa. I can however step forward, squinting, and then dash forward, at a quick sprint, leaping up toward where Teague is—and attempting to light the crap with all its methane on fire with a wee—wait, he has my hammer. I can’t do that. Crap. Uh. I’m going to leap up and SMACK HIM WITH MY SHIELD. VIOLENTLY!

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Roll your attack. Beat a 15.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:32
I do not! 5s.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:32
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You get lifted by a gentle tornado… for a tornado, and slammed into the wall.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:32
Ow. I slam into the wall then, with a grunt, and slide down casually. I’m okay with that.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:33
(aaron.grey) I let myself drop down from the ceiling, looking to the faerie man. “I didn’t know if you’d come. I’ve gotten myself into a pretty nasty situation.”
8:33
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hel: “What is the meaning of this intrusion?” she asks in that monotone.
8:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oberon nods his tiny head. “I didn’t know if I would either. Please, dear Caera, Tadgh, could you explain what’s going on?”
8:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hel kills a fairy that flies too close with a glance.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:35
I land then, pausing my attacking Teague for a moment anyway.
8:35
I then bow my head. Piety, yo.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:35
(aaron.grey) “We came to find Neil, Caera’s love. Hel… called to him and keeps him here. She said she would release him if Caera killed me.”
8:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “But why go about it in such an uncivilized way?” He asks with a smile. He looks to Kira. “Caera, have you not any poison? I know your mother if found of it.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:37
“I do not, I’m afraid,” I say calmly. “I was going to light him on fire just now, but I am afraid he has my hammer.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:37
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hel keeps swatting at Fairies as they come in close, killing them outright with her touch.
8:37
(aaron.grey) I look to Kira. Oh thank god. Gods.
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I suppose… this is the soul you’re looking for?” He shows his hands together, showcasing the glowing jar.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:38
“Yes it is.” I dip my head. “May I have it?”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hel gestures, and the dead rise.
8:38
(aaron.grey) I look quickly between Oberon and Hel.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:38
“Also, we should run.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Oberon’s the only one with a jar.
8:38
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course.”
8:39
(aaron.grey) I raise my hand to my necklace, summoning a ward, forbidding the dead to pass.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:39
“Thank you, Faerie King,” I dash over then, holding my hands out for the jar. “Please.”

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He holds it out to you as you all begin to run.
8:40
(aaron.grey) “Don’t you dare drop that,” I tell Kira.
8:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The earth rumbles.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:40
I take the jar then with a grateful nod of my had (quite a grateful thing from Kira) and then sprint. “I would never,” I say, honestly, clutching it to my chest.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:41
(aaron.grey) I’m running, making sure Oberon’s with us. I’ll carry him if I have to.
8:41
(aaron.grey) And apologize later.
8:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You may want to drink and wish,” he says as he scoops down his hand, pulling pure spring water from the sewage. He drinks and is gone in an instant.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:42
Clutching the thing, I lean down, lift up some of the water and with desperately to get the hell out of here with Neil-goddamnit-he-better-sleep-with-me-after-that.
8:42
*wish

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Stamina+Fortitude.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:43
8
8:43
s

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Gulp down that dark, corrupted water.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:44
I gulp the fuck out of it.

[Hands of Power]
AIM
8:44
(aaron.grey) I reach down, grimacing. I scoop up the water… ish, and I drink it down, closing my eyes as I make my wish heard. I wish Kira, Oberon, and I escape with Neil to safety.
8:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And you too drink of the corrupted waters.
8:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
8:46
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There is a single crow caw, and then the madness you’ve taken into you blossoms fully.
[Paused, 7 xp]

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:46
A midsummer night’s dream. Hm. Well, makes sense.

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