Dark Night of the Gods

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
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

Comments

maquila

I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.