Dark Night of the Gods

Trail of Tears

Kira

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teague

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
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7:08
“hello”

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

Together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:03
I point at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:13
Hm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:18
Kira nods toward Sasha.

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:19
“Or Iris.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
8:32
Simone first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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