Dark Night of the Gods

Not This Shit Again/Beyond Nightmare

Together

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
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11:22
<>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
12:00
ALMOST a needy gesture.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teague

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

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

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

Kira

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teague

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

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

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

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[The Left Handed Path]
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6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s only been a month,” he says with a shrug.  "Now let me see him…"
6:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused]

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