Dark Night of the Gods

Paybacks a Bitch

(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]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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

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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.”

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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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