[5:07:33 PM] Sanura: Sanura walks out of the kitchen with a feline wa lking after. A caracal in fact. No changes to her so far but then it could be lazy feline acting powers here.
[5:07:45 PM] Sanura: [Megs before you dip, a post from Crook?]
[5:08:38 PM | Edited 5:08:48 PM] Sanura: [also.. you do -not- eff with this face ]
[5:09:09 PM] ST: Crook pads beside Sanura, looking like the cat who licked up the cream.
[5:09:18 PM] ST: Golden symbols appear above his head. I will accept all your offerings now.
[5:10:01 PM] Mike: There’s a click from the bathroom door, and it opens up slightly. Mike’s voice calls out. “Jeff, you stoner! Go in Mark’s bag and grab one of his shirts!”
[5:10:10 PM] Sanura: Sanura blinks and looks down, barely biting back her laugh.
[5:10:18 PM] Harry: “Did Crook get the ambrosia instead of you?”
[5:11:08 PM] Harry: Harry stands there, looking even more perfect than before, in fact, apart from his jagged vein-pattern lightning scar and tattoos, it’s hard to find a flaw on the man.
[5:11:10 PM] Sanura: Sanura shakes her head “no.. I just shared some with him” she notes “also.. he’s accepting offerings currently”
[5:12:13 PM] Harry: “Well, my last offering got me nowhere, but I will give credit where it’s due. Thanks, Crook, you got me right where I needed with that hyena bitch. Great teamwork.”
[5:12:14 PM] Sanura: Looks Harry over and gives a sigh “oh you’re going to be hell on wheels with the groupies now.. Isis help us” she shakes her head softly a smile on her features as she teases him.
[5:12:14 PM] Malif: Malif comes back inside after a time, and there’s a much more striking PRESENCE to him now, though he looks no different, he draws eyes more than before. Though the effect dims in the current company of the place. He’s holding a scepter topped with an ankh symbol now, and smiling widely.
[5:13:03 PM] Harry: ( Lightning scar )
[5:13:08 PM] Malif: “Speak of the devil, neice?”
[5:14:13 PM] Sanura: Turning her gaze to her uncle she chuckles softly. “Oh I say, spiffy new accoutrements.”
[5:14:45 PM] Malif: Malif smirks, looking casually at the new scepter. “Oh, this? I’m just a king now, that’s all. Its no big deal really.”
[5:15:01 PM] Malif: (He’s dressed the same though, but he’s rocking Epic App 3 now when he had none at all before)
[5:15:18 PM] Mike: Mike takes a few seconds, then exits the bathroom… coming out with him is Mark, of all people! However, something’s different with him. His mouth is sewn shut, and he looks pale as hell. “Hey guys, guess who my mom dropped off!”
[5:15:59 PM] Harry: “Nice, Malif! You’re really carrying yourself like a God now. I can feel the oomph.”
[5:16:15 PM] Sanura: Sanura shakes her head slightly at this “well then you and Crook can just rule over all of everything can’t you” she chuckles. Her jaw drops at the look of Mark “Oh Gods What happened to him?!” Clearly distressed by his appearance.
[5:16:23 PM] Harry: “Wait…Mark died?”
[5:17:23 PM] Malif: Malif blinks in surprise. “What happened to him?”
[5:17:42 PM] Mike: “Yep… and can’t figure out who killed him. Though thanks to Godly power, he can stick around. And I THINK it’s still him in there…” He shrugs. “Not the biggest news, though.”
[5:18:12 PM] Harry: “Not the biggest news. Okay…shoot.”
[5:18:31 PM] Sanura: Frowns at Mike as that seems pretty big news to her. A sad expression on her face at the mans state.
[5:18:42 PM] Mike: “Baron Samedi… not my biological dad. In fact, I’m not even related to him!”
[5:19:09 PM] Harry: “Well, clearly not your biological…they ride mortals instead of making bodies, right?”
[5:19:18 PM] Malif: Malif somberly reduces the size of the collapsible scepter, and tucks it into his pocket. He looks the same as ever now. Just….. MORE than ever, in an undefinable way.
[5:20:01 PM] Sanura: She blinks softly and shakes her head at that. Clearly listening as she moves to seat herself on the edge of the couch, taking her compact out and powdering her nose.
[5:20:28 PM] Mike: “Not what I meant. Apparently… I was given to the Baron as a baby… by a man known as Izanagi. Apparently to hide me from his wife… Izanami, who is my actual mother.”
[5:21:11 PM] Malif: “So you’re actually japanese?”
[5:21:32 PM] Mike: “I guess so… even though I know absolutely shit all about being Japanese…”
[5:22:16 PM] Sanura: Sanura blinks a few times “um.. congratulations?” she wonders aloud.. not sure how that would work out as good or bad or.. what.
[5:22:22 PM] Harry: “So, I don’t know Izanami. What’s she goddess of?”
[5:22:41 PM] Mike: “Apparently, the dead… much like Samedi.”
[5:23:11 PM] Mike: “Remember me describing that Ring chick I kept seeing in reflections and such?”
[5:23:47 PM] Harry: “That was her? Hm. Makes sense I guess. So, you guys missed it, but Vulcan delivered me a sword commissioned by Jupiter! Or Zeus, if you prefer.” He unsheathes it.
[5:23:57 PM] Malif: “So mom’s stalking you?”
[5:24:26 PM] Malif: “Ooo, fancy weapon. Remind me not to be on the pointy end of it anytime.”
[5:25:26 PM] Sanura: Glancing over .. “Simple.. classic lines.. I approve”
[5:25:45 PM] Malif: “And its got your branding.”
[5:25:55 PM] Malif: “Or your dad’s. Or granddad’s?”
[5:26:39 PM] Mike: “She was watching over me… I know that now. She brought Mark back to me. She also gave me these.” He pulls out a black pick and another black-looking item. (( but Black.))
[5:27:17 PM] Malif: “Sounds like she had her war with Mark first though… yeesh.”
[5:27:23 PM] Harry: “It’s a kotis, cousin to the khopesh, falcata and kukri. Beautiful.” He looks. “I’ve seen something like those before…”
[5:27:32 PM] Harry: He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture.
[5:27:51 PM] Malif: “When DID Mark go missing, anyway? I can’t recall.”
[5:28:15 PM] Harry: He keys in some things…“That’s it. Blue Seed. Saw it when I was little and into anime.”
[5:28:47 PM] Harry: He shows you the picture.
[5:29:04 PM] Mike: “As I think about it… I’m not sure my mother did this to him. And he went missing overnight when he went out with Alejandra. I was saying to you guys over and over that we needed to find him, but things kept getting in the way of it.” He looks at the picture. “Interesting…”
[5:29:56 PM] Sanura: Sanura frowns and gets a rather sick look. “Does he.. Alejandra seemed to really like cutting things out of people.. does he have his tongue?”
[5:29:56 PM] Mike: The black pick has intricate Japanese designs over it, and the Magatama is jet black instead of the picture that Harry showed Mike.
[5:30:41 PM] Harry: “Apparently, they’re called magatama, and they’re a kind of japanese stone jewelry.” He keeps searching.
[5:31:16 PM] Mike: “I don’t know… but… I’m slightly thinking it was either her or Tunante that did this to him… primary reason…” He pulls up Mark’s shirt real quickly, showing an X-shape sewn into his chest. ((Wasn’t told if it was over his heart or not…))
[5:31:39 PM] Mike: He then puts his shirt down quickly, looking at Mark sheepishly. “Sorry about that…”
[5:32:13 PM] Harry: “I remember Malif accusing -her- about the killings. What did you have to go on, the prophecy you saw?”
[5:32:36 PM] Sanura: Frowns and swallows thickly as she looks away “I’m so sorry Mark” she whispers as she closes her compact and lightly brushes her fingertips under her eyes, flicking away the moisture before it falls.
[5:33:21 PM] Harry: It finally clicks that Sanura may have had a thing for Mark. “Oh…”
[5:34:05 PM] Malif: Malif sighs, shaking his head. “Well, she was the ocelot in the visions, and had the bloody remains of a dead songbird in her jaws.”
[5:34:16 PM] Malif: “The ocelot had her eyes.”
[5:34:38 PM] Malif: He looks at Mark with concern, but there was nothing he could do for the man.
[5:35:23 PM] Sanura: Sighs faintly and shakes her head as she rises. She walks into the kitchen and smacks Jeff and Abel both upside the head. Putting a warning on both of them that they are not to be harmed. “Be careful you idiots.” that done she returns to the living room and seats herself primly on the couch again. [foreboding on those two, that’s not happening again __]
[5:53:05 PM] Sanura: Seated quietly she keeps looking over at Mark with a guilt ridden expression clearly on her features.
[5:59:36 PM] Sanura: “I should have ordered him home..” she notes softly as her brow furrows. “I knew it but I just left him there..”
[6:00:07 PM] Harry: “I -=think=-…Alejandra rolled us.”
[6:00:38 PM] Malif: “She…what?”
[6:00:41 PM] Harry: “I mean, yes, I wanted to leave, and let her fucking die…but I think maybe she had more oomph than your average woman.”
[6:01:13 PM] Malif: “Well of course she does. She was handling things on her own after all, right?”
[6:02:07 PM] Harry: “I mean, I don’t think all of us left of our own free will.”
[6:03:27 PM] Sanura: Sanura doesn’t get into what she really meant and simply falls silent for the time being listening to the others.
[6:03:56 PM] Malif: “Of course we did. We had no place being there.”
[6:04:29 PM] Harry: “Sanura? What about you?”
[6:06:16 PM] Sanura: Glances over “I wanted to leave her to it actually.. at least part of me did.. but I .. don’t think I was going to act on it.. till she told us to go”
[6:06:36 PM] Harry: “Yeah. Exactly.”
[6:06:55 PM] Malif: Malif frowns, but doesn’t seem to be able to bring himself to agree.
[6:07:27 PM] Sanura: Shrugging lightly “felt like a ‘well screw you to then lady’ moment to me though”
[6:09:15 PM] Harry: "I just get the feeling, looking back at it now…that we were chased off. And I think Malif may have been right with that prophecy. Which makes me want to go buttfuck her with a train, but I keep remembering her tell me “Don’t let me see you around here again”."
[6:10:06 PM] Malif: (brb, dishes)
[6:10:26 PM] Harry: “And I am usually not one to think twice about taking the fight to a serial-killing monster, even if I might lose.”
[6:11:11 PM] Sanura: Shaking her head slightly "Who knows.. but I hardly want to think about that or her tonight.. "
[6:13:13 PM] Sanura: Sanura stands and stretches lightly “Someone want to make me a drink, something strong?”
[6:14:01 PM] Harry: “What have we got? I only buy wine and such lately.”
[6:15:35 PM] Sanura: Sanura rolls her eyes “For such a buff guy you’re such a pansy” she walks over to the kitchen area and starts going through the bar area.. scotch.. vodka.. the usual cheaper stuff Jim Beam and so forth.. “bleh”
[6:16:51 PM] Harry: “It’s not enduring it. It’s that I can taste everything in it now. Beer and stronger alcohols are like drinking jet fuel.”
[6:17:57 PM] Victor: Congrats everyone
[6:18:01 PM] Harry: “My senses have been getting sharper and sharper to keep up with my speed.”
[6:20:53 PM | Edited 6:27:31 PM] Sanura: Smirks faintly as he actually bothers explaining. “well I suppose you can be excused” her tone teasing as she heads back to her room and takes returns with a cut glass decanter. “Daddy would approve I think” she sets down the container and searches out tumblers. [so I don’t know about these things but apparently epic whiskey has flavors just like wine, sweet, fruity,nutty so forth and that’s what she’s brought out to share.] She pours it with no ice.
[6:23:08 PM] Malif: “You know, I still think Tunante is the darker one of those two, but my tarot readings afterwards told me there’s an even bigger threat lurking behind Tunante himself.”
[6:23:59 PM] Sanura: Glances to Uncle. “probably.. but.. for tonight can we set it aside.. and just.. enjoy ourselves a little?” she walks around the room passing out glasses.
[6:24:32 PM] Malif: “Perhaps if we could avoid getting in Miss Cuze’s way, we should go back. We know for certain where he lives, after all. But yes, that’s not for tonight.”
[6:24:54 PM] Harry: “See, that’s not good enough for me anymore. I want to wreck her shit.”
[6:25:19 PM] Harry: “Just washing my hands of it is not enough. She killed Mike’s friend. It’s personal now.”
[6:25:45 PM] Malif: “Tunante might have done that.”
[6:28:13 PM] Harry: He sits, lounging. “The thing is, both sides are dirty. He’s a monster, she’s a murderer who killed a friend of Mike’s. I can’t be comfortable letting one kill the other. I want to go back and end this. I want my rematch.”
[6:28:45 PM] Malif: Malif sighs. “Again, we don’t know who killed Mark. Tunante is into sacrifice as well.”
[6:29:50 PM | Edited 6:29:56 PM] Harry: “So is it her in the prophecy killing musicians or not?”
[6:30:15 PM] Sanura: Sanura sighs as she sips her drink “I left him at the club with her” she mumbles softly as she looks down into the brown liquor.
[6:30:33 PM] Malif: “Oh without doubt. But Mark’s not really a singer, right?”
[6:30:45 PM] Malif: “Though she HAS certainly killed in general.”
[6:31:39 PM] Harry: “I mean, we’ve killed. We killed -today-. But there’s a difference between murder and combat.”
[6:32:14 PM] Harry: “And a cat doesn’t have righteous battle with a songbird.”
[6:34:43 PM] Malif: “Well, does it? I mean, we dont know WHO she killed, or why.”
[6:34:55 PM] Sanura: Frowns as it seems more and more -likely- she’d signed Marks death warrant leaving him with Alejandra that night.
[6:35:18 PM] Malif: “Singers can do bad things and deserve their deaths, just like anyone else. Let’s not make assumptions here.”
[6:35:49 PM] Sanura: Her brow furrows “oh.. and Mark could sing.. he was rather annoying with it at the time mind you but.. he could.”
[6:36:20 PM] Harry: “But she’s a goddess strong enough to roll all of us, and he was a mortal.”
[6:36:27 PM] Harry: “There’s no fair fight there.”
[6:37:41 PM] Malif: “Well, if her victims were evil people, then there’s no need for the fight to be fair.”
[6:37:49 PM] Malif: “Assuming they were evil and deserved it.”
[6:37:53 PM] Malif: “Which we dont know yet.”
[6:38:05 PM] Sanura: Sanura downs the glass of booze and goes to pour another, one of the cheaper verions to follow quickly.
[6:38:13 PM] Malif: “To quote the famous detective, what we need is data, data, data.”
[6:40:10 PM] Harry: “But we know Mark wasn’t a villain.”
[6:40:29 PM] Malif: “Yes, but we dont know who killed him.”
[6:40:33 PM] Sanura: “Annoying mysoginist prat yes.. villain I really doubt it”
[6:40:34 PM] Malif: “Could have been either aztec.”
[6:41:11 PM] Malif: “But you know what? After drinking that ambrosia…. well I feel like I might be able to glean some new insights into everything.”
[6:44:51 PM] Sanura: She frowns as she looks at the bottles of liquor .. “why is this not .. working…” she mutters softly half to herself.
[6:45:30 PM] Harry: “Welcome to the durability of godhood, works against swords, bullets, fire, claws…and poisons.”
[6:45:36 PM] Malif: Malif grins as his neice. “Oh, that’s a handy trick to be able to pull, drink anything and not be affected by it. Your drinking partner need not know.”
[6:47:01 PM] Sanura: Sanura wrinkles her nose faintly “well there goes getting a good drunk and possibly sleeping with Abel” part of that a half hearted joke.
[6:47:37 PM] Harry: “Don’t get the boy’s hopes, and dick, up.”
[6:48:05 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles. “See? You shound thankful already.”
[6:48:09 PM] Sanura: Sanura smirks faintly “Well if I’m not working at the museum I have to get my fun -somewhere-”
[6:48:44 PM] Harry: Harry raises an eyebrow and flickers. When he solidifies, there’s a wine cooler in his hand, and you can hear the fridge shut.
[6:48:53 PM] Harry: “What did you do for fun at the museum?”
[6:49:05 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles at that comment, and casually examines both sides of his hand thoughtfully as he sips at his drink.
[6:50:36 PM] Sanura: “Research.. restoration, planning and aquisition. Then designing the lay out of the bigger displays..” she shrugs and then frowns to Harry “Oh come now at least try the whiskey it’s aged perfectly.. or so I was told.” pausing “besides every time you drink one of those things” she points at the wine cooler “I’m telling Nibo you asked about him”
[6:50:53 PM] Harry: “Tell him. He’s got a nice ass.”
[6:51:08 PM] Malif: Malif laughs!
[6:51:09 PM] Sanura: Blinks and snirks softly “will do then!”
[6:51:12 PM] Harry: He nonetheless sets the wine cooler aside, and pours up a tumbler of whiskey.
[6:51:47 PM] Harry: “Just because I play every sport perfectly, even football and professional wrestling, doesn’t make me straight.”
[6:52:05 PM] Sanura: Holds her hand up “pardon me for the assumption”
[6:52:25 PM] Sanura: Mumbles something about naked greek wrestling and should have known.
[6:52:41 PM] Harry: “I can appreciate a nice girly ass, even on a guy. And it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone who can keep up without rolling over exhausted in like fifteen minutes.”
[6:53:30 PM] Sanura: Shrugs softly “I’ll mention it when I see if he wants to go shoe shopping”
[6:54:27 PM] Harry: He rolls his eyes. “I said I wasn’t straight. I didn’t say I was flaming.” He sets his feet on the ottoman, the red and yellow sneakers transforming slowly into winged sandals. “Besides…I already have shoes.”
[6:54:43 PM] Malif: “Would be a short shopping trip.”
[6:56:29 PM] Sanura: Sanura shakes her head “no I mean when he and I go shoe shopping, if he has time that is..”
[6:57:17 PM] Sanura: Gives up on the cheap stuff and fills a clean glass with the more flavorful whisky to be taken to the couch and sipped at moderately.
[6:57:22 PM] Harry: “Oh…hm. Maybe.” He sips the whiskey. “Hm. Not so bad, I guess my senses have balanced back out.”
[6:57:56 PM] Harry: “Personally, though, my eyes have been on Nike. She’s very much my type.”
[6:59:09 PM] Sanura: Sanura chuckles “oh you don’t say?” smiling faintly as she rolls her eyes. “Well she does seem fond of you anyway, from what little I’ve seen.. and did you take her out once?”
[7:00:01 PM] Harry: “Yeah, we did a movie premiere. I used the excuse that I needed some sexy arm candy, and mortals bore me. Which is generally true, but it was more an excuse to spend an evening with her.”
[7:01:43 PM] Sanura: Hmms “seems to glitzy for her from first impressions, did she like it?”
[7:02:23 PM] Malif: "So you told her “Lets go out, because you’re hot” ?
[7:04:03 PM] Harry: "She certainly seemed to have a good time. Sports drama movie, so the subject was meaningful. But yeah, basically. Sometimes being honest works. “Hey, I’m going to be walking the red carpet, and need a date. You’re beautiful, and if the movie sucks, I have someone to talk to.” It works."
[7:05:29 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard anyone claim a sports drama was meaningful.”
[7:05:55 PM] Harry: “She’s goddess of victory, and I’m shooting for god of athletes.”
[7:05:57 PM] Sanura: Shrugs “Consider who you’re speaking of and it makes sense”
[7:05:58 PM] Harry: He shrugs.
[7:07:01 PM] Malif: “Of course it makes sense in context. I was teasing.”
[7:07:59 PM] Sanura: Sanura curls up on the couch and sips at her drink. “Can either of you .. protect the mortals in any way?” frowns “If Jeff and Able are going to be hanging around I want them wrapped in bubble wrap suits or something”
[7:08:45 PM] Malif: Malif shakes his head. “I thought that was your forte, not ours.”
[7:08:50 PM] Harry: “Well…I may in fact be fast enough to intercept bullets and tough enough to have them bounce off me now.”
[7:09:03 PM] Harry: He says it casually, and has another sip.
[7:09:26 PM] Sanura: “I’m going to do what I can, I just wouldn’t mind back up if it comes down to it..”
[7:15:42 PM] Sanura: "They could use some training too " she notes “and .. work on their battle cry” smirk
[7:15:52 PM] Malif: “Well you’ll make me feel safer when you’re around, Harry. Unless you’re starting more fights with Victor, at least.”
[7:16:42 PM] Malif: “We really should try to sneak back to Tunante’s house and have a look around, though.”
[7:17:01 PM | Edited 7:19:57 PM] Harry: “Hey, I have yet to -start- a fight with him. Sadly, I have yet to finish one either.”
[7:18:50 PM] Malif: “Well we may be able to investigate him without a fight. And if there is to be a fight, we’ll have each other rather than charging in solo like some fool.”
[7:22:51 PM] Sanura: Snorts softly “I can’t beleive he would have had all of our heads .. we need a shock collar for him..”
[7:23:18 PM] Harry: “Well, if it comes to a rematch there too, I think I’ll have alot better odds now.”
[7:24:00 PM] Sanura: “One can only hope.. at least you’re a sane douche” She flashes him a smile to show she’s only teasing.
[7:28:13 PM] Harry: He shrugs. “Eh, it’s a problem I’ve had. I never have really gotten the hang of being a rich star who was a no-big-deal track team guy with a comic collection living in a trailer in Alabama with my mom.”
[7:28:51 PM] Harry: “I never could really get how to act. And knowing I’m a Greek god hasn’t helped.”
[7:30:17 PM] Sanura: “the usual trend does sort of lean towards being a bit of a prick anyway” she notes with an arched brow. Kicking off her heels and curling her legs under her skirt.
[7:31:36 PM] Harry: “Haven’t you ever had this problem? I mean, you’re working in a museum, they bring in alot of Egyptian relics and you know you can call your mom and just ask what they’re about, even when all of the scientific community has no clue.”
[7:32:16 PM] Harry: "Doesn’t that fuck with you when you’re listening to them ramble and you KNOW they’re wrong, but you can’t just go “Fuck you, I know why it was made, my Mom was there!” "
[7:33:26 PM | Edited 7:34:05 PM] Sanura: She blinks “no.. I never could just call her.. and besides.. I’d much rather rely on my own ability” pausing “No.. myths are still myths after all.. the way man perceives the divine is never going to be perfect..” Frowns “also I didn’t have much time between meeting her and comming here.. a week I guess?”
[7:33:58 PM] Harry: “Ah. See, I’ve been dealing with this since I was 18. Wow…5 years now.”
[7:34:52 PM] Sanura: Sighing faintly "I’d have liked to know well before now but I assume she had her reasons.. perhaps letting me finish school.. " shrugging her shoulders.
[7:35:44 PM] Sanura: Pausing she grins “also Ha I’m older than you.. makes me your elder and so that definitely makes me boss of you”
[7:36:42 PM] Harry: He laughs. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
[7:37:38 PM] Sanura: She grins a little and snaps her fingers “damn where is my recorder when I need it” she takes her phone out and pushes a few times at the screen “I’m totally boss of you” looking at him expectantly with a little smile.
[7:38:07 PM] Harry: He sips the whiskey again. “Suuure. You’ve been at this a week. You’re the boss.”
[7:38:42 PM] Sanura: She snickers “nice, I’ve got proof now” gives a little muahaha.
[7:40:05 PM | Edited 7:40:31 PM] Harry: “Yeah, but seriously, I was running track, trying to see if I could maybe earn a scholarship, when Dad ran into me dodging lightning bolts from Zeus. That’s where I got this scar…” He gestures at the branching pattern of scar tissue on his arm. “One clipped me.”
[7:41:11 PM] Sanura: She pockets her phone after taking a picture of Harry for his ID when he calls or texts. “hmmn.. why didn’t that just heal up when you went Greek God Perfection”
[7:42:36 PM] Harry: “Dunno, I figure it’s meaningful. Maybe it’s a relic or something, haven’t noticed it does anything though.”
[7:43:26 PM] Sanura: “You seem way more comfortable with Nike than your dad.. strained relationship?”
[7:49:04 PM] Harry: Harry sighs. “I want to marry Nike. Dad…I spent the first four years of godhood with a a pair of sandals and a pat on the back on day 1, and a Google search engine to figure all this out.”
[7:50:03 PM] Harry: “I didn’t see him again until after I met you guys. Nike’s been my lifeline between me and Olympus for years.”
[7:50:40 PM] Sanura: She blinks softly and smiles “well you sure do aim high don’t you!” she sighs “sounds like the actual parental figures are -always- to busy to really be around I suppose..”
[7:51:41 PM] Harry: “Well, it only makes sense, according to Nike, Dad’s basically the comms network for a war against the Gigantes…like…ancient giants the size of cities.”
[7:52:05 PM] Harry: “The fact that he AND Vulcan showed up for this today blew my mind.”
[7:54:19 PM] Harry: “The only reason I know Nike so well is she shows up at all the matches I win. And…well, I win all of them.”
[7:54:29 PM] Sanura: Smiles faintly and then frowns a little ‘Yeah .. not fond of that big ogery creepo.. " pauses “Who rejects a Sofia?”
[7:55:09 PM] Harry: "Vulcan is no creep. Hera crippled him just after he was born, and his wife cheats on him constantly. He’s got alot to deal with."
[7:55:29 PM] Harry: “He’s just…not dad material.”
[7:56:12 PM] Sanura: Sighs softly and shakes her head “still seems like he hurt her.. and that’s not ok”
[7:56:40 PM] Harry: “I still don’t know that story. Five years now, and Alej hasn’t confided in me.”
[7:57:24 PM] Harry: “I make her smile by making guesses of her doing feats of epic heroism. But even I don’t know how she got her scar, or if Vulcan’s her actual sire.”
[7:58:11 PM] Sanura: Grumps a little and stretches “I guess I don’t have a choice but to be civil even if what I suspect is factual.”
[8:00:53 PM] Harry: “I will tell you though, that girl’s my heart. When Hermes Mercury dragged me off the racetrack, we landed in Alej’s penthouse pool. Day 1, I met that squirt, and I’ve been Uncle Harry ever since, and I’ve loved every minute.”
[8:01:36 PM] Sanura: Sanura grins “She is the cutest little thing.. I’ve got to find time to take her shopping and play dress up and.. I don’t know .. tea parties.. does she like tea parties?”
[8:02:22 PM] Harry: “She used to. Maybe you being a girl might get her on that page. When she and I play, it’s cartoons and tag and hide and seek.”
[8:02:54 PM] Sanura: Considers “well that does make sense though it has to kill you slowing down enough to make that fun for her”
[8:03:23 PM] Harry: “Who slows down? I just get a limited area.”
[8:03:45 PM] Harry: “Though, now, I might be too fast…” The thought actually saps a little of his smile.
[8:05:19 PM] Sanura: Winces a little bit “aww sorry .. still she’ll get faster and stronger too .. she did punch a dragon who knows what she’s capable of now”
[8:07:18 PM] Sanura: Snirks softly “Maybe you two can wrestle and she’ll best you, that would be amusing”
[8:08:20 PM] Harry: He chuckles. “Maybe.”
[8:11:00 PM] Harry: He sips more whiskey. “Listen. I wanted to tell you guys something.”
[8:11:22 PM] Harry: He looks over, at Malif’s sleeping form.
[8:11:29 PM] Harry: “Okay, you something.”
[8:12:54 PM] Sanura: Sanura tilts her head to one side “oh .. so tell?”
[8:15:35 PM] Harry: “I know I’ve underestimated you guys this week. I’m used to being the only one with powers on a team. But you’ve impressed me alot, and really kept up your ends. I wanted to let you know I respect that.”
[8:20:19 PM] Sanura: She blinks a few times and smiles “Well.. you’ve surprised me to, you’re not a total idiot afterall and well.. I suppose everyone has gotten better at their talents, even me a little.” she wrinkles her nose “Crook is way more capable though, and totally looks awesome now”
[8:24:01 PM] Harry: “Without Crook setting me up for that finisher, that fight would have taken alot longer.”
[8:24:34 PM] Sanura: Sanura grins some “yeah forgive him for barfing in your shoe?”
[8:24:48 PM] Harry: “She was so distracted trying to get the cat off her face, I was able to get right in and get a perfect grip.”
[8:25:07 PM] Harry: “Well, forgive, no. But I will call us even.”
[8:25:38 PM] Sanura: Tilts her head side to side “fair because I don’t think any of us are forgive for our transgression against his mighty pride”
[11:58:58 PM | Edited 12:00:15 AM] Mike: “We’ll find whoever did this to Mark, and they’ll pay dearly.”
[12:54:37 AM] Harry: “No shit. We have your back on that one.”
[12:55:26 AM] Sanura: Sanura gives a firm nod of her head “I’m more than eager to face that villain”
[1:02:41 AM] Mike: Mike nods… as he does though, his own body seems to flash brilliantly. “Whoa, what the-” The flash of light is akin to what happened with Harry. It’s over in a matter of a few seconds, however… and when the light fades, he’s standing there… almost as he was before… except his body was more sculpted… more defined in its Appearance. (Epic 2. :P) He also seemed extremely more solid than previous. (Epic Stam to 4. :D) He also seems to carry himself quite a bit more confidently. ((Focusing heavily on Social stuff. All the Socials brought to 5 on their actual values, then all but App brought to Epic 4. :) )) He seemed to emanate a darkness from him as well. Once the light faded, he looked at himself with a raised eyebrow. “Well… don’t I feel like an evolved Pokemon there…”
[1:04:57 AM] Sanura: Sanura face palms and goes to get more of her fancy liquor. She wonders at the ‘transformations’ the boys were undergoing. Wondering if such a thing would happen to her before the night was over.
[1:05:23 AM] Mike: ((Also upped Epic Str to 3 and Dex to Epic 2. Before you go saying ’That’s more than 10 Epic dots!’ I’m spending a bit of my 15 Bonus points on the Manip to 4.))
[1:06:13 AM] Sanura: Glancing to Mike. “Did you tell the boys.. about Mark?” she whispers softly, barely able to be heard.
[1:07:10 AM] Mike: Mike shakes his head… “No… but they’re gonna find out eventually, I expect… but right now, they’re both so stoned out of their mind that they’d probably forget about it tomorrow.”
[1:12:52 AM] Sanura: Gives a soft nod of her head and heaves a great sigh. “Well I don’t think they’re -that- out of it.. Jeff seems pretty on point actually..”
[1:17:14 AM] Mike: Mike grins a bit at that. “Jeff… on point… the only thing about Jeff on point is his taste in women. Picking them up and such, definitely not his strong suit. He thinks too heavily with his dick.”
[1:18:37 AM] Sanura: Sanura gives a light shake of her head. “I don’t think that’s quite so.. he actually figured out.. that my mom is pregnant” she gives a little grin.
[1:19:35 AM] Mike: Mike blinks a bit. “Yeah, I heard Isis saying that while they were in the kitchen actually.”
[1:20:36 AM] Sanura: Smiles “so I’ve got a sibling on the way .. I .. I’m not sure how to feel about that though .. it isn’t as though I’ll be able to know them..” a frown turning her lips then.
[1:20:38 AM] Mike: “But on that note, congrats. You’re gonna be an older sister.”
[1:21:10 AM] Mike: “Don’t think like that. I’m sure you’ll have a big role to play in taking care of her.”
[1:26:17 AM] Sanura: Smiling a little ‘well maybe some part.. or visiting that might be nice"
[1:28:19 AM] Mike: “There you go! Have a hand in their Visitation!” He grinned.
[1:29:38 AM] Sanura: Sanura gives a little laugh "Maybe so, that could be interesting to look forward to.. " she pauses and pours Mike a glass of the good whisky she’d brought out earlier. “I think you were in the loo” she sets the glass down nearer him than herself. “try it.”
[1:32:33 AM] Mike: Mike looks at it with a smile, grabbing the glass and downing it in one go, not even batting an eye to its effects. He shrugs. “Still prefer rum.”
[1:33:05 AM] Mike: He then thinks a bit. “Except… I’ve never had Sake before… wonder if I’ll like it inherently, like I did when I thought the Baron was my dad.”
[1:33:41 AM] Sanura: Sanura sighs softly “It’s supposed to be sipped and enjoyed” she shakes her head. “Did the boys return with the baked goods yet?” she lifts her head and gives a listen for their stoner snickers.
[1:34:09 AM] Harry: Harry walks in, and grabs his protein mix. “Sake cold tastes like water. Sake hot tastes like hot listerine.”
[1:35:00 AM] Harry: He starts mixing his supplements. “That’s why sake’s notorious for getting Japanese businessmen hammered. It goes down like water.”
[1:35:19 AM] Mike: “Wonder how it’ll taste now that our tastebuds took a turn towards Godhood.”
[1:36:07 AM] Sanura: Sanura goes in search of Abel, Jeff, and hopefully some of the stuff she sent them out for.. unless mother has eaten it all .
[1:59:40 AM] Sanura: Not finding them she returns and seriously.. she starts baking.
[2:01:48 AM] Sanura: “If anyone wants peanut butter cookies they better help make them” she teases as she glances at the fellows and starts gathering all the ingredients and so forth.
[2:30:30 AM] Sanura: As Sanura works for a couple of hours making a few dozen batches of cookies and seriously cutting down on the supplies in the kitchen she changes. Slowly as if the power needs to grow into her skin and bone she becomes more fluid in her motions, able to tell quickly without a timer when the cookies are done.. and her appearance while it had been fair enough to begin with only seems to become more so, no bulging of muscles here but a refinement of feature and form none the less. Clothes that had fit her nicely are now filled to perfection, her skin and hair taking on a glow of health. She also manages to set up a rather effective lay out to cool the cookies.
[2:36:08 AM] Harry: Harry amuses himself with stealing fresh cookies, but definately notices the changes.
[2:37:59 AM] Mike: Mike gives a whistle. “Whoa… looks like YOU filled out your change differently than we did.”
[2:40:03 AM] Sanura: Sanura isn’t fast enough to keep Harry from cookies and settles for giving him very feline like glares now and again. Her brow furrows as she regards Mike. “What?” She had a smudge of flour in her raven hair, on her nose and on her dark dress her and there as well. It seems in the kitchen she managed to forget being so hung up on neatness.
[2:41:16 AM] Mike: Mike smiles. “Well… look at yourself in the mirror. You definitely changed in the 2 hours you spent making those cookies.”
[2:42:50 AM] Sanura: She grimaces and starts trying to dust herself off “Gah I know I’m a mess” she huffs softly and looks for something reflective so she can neaten up her appearance a little.
[2:44:04 AM] Mike: Mike points to the nearby bathroom that he had spent nearly half an hour in with the Baron and his mom.
[2:45:31 AM] Sanura: She sighs and heads that way, she gives a bit of a start as she comes into view of the mirror. “oh!.. huh.. well er.. this is..nice?” she rubs the back of her neck and takes a step back a little.
[2:46:07 AM] Mike: “You look stunning, is what you look! It’s definitely you!”
[2:49:13 AM] Sanura: Sanura blushes and gives a bit of a laugh “ah thanks.. I think.. hmmn well I guess with Bastet as my mother it’s not a stretch to think I’ll be.. more than acceptable to look upon. She -is- gorgeous after all”
[2:50:58 AM] Mike: Mike had been looking on his phone a bit. “Whereas my mother is supposed to be a terrible sight to behold…”
[2:51:13 AM] Harry: “MMHHMMM” Harry mumbles in agreement through a mouthful of cookie.
[2:51:56 AM] Harry: He swallows and grin. “Looking good. I wasn’t going to say anything. Life’s going to be no fun around here if I spoil all the surprises.”
[2:55:03 AM | Edited 2:56:23 AM] Sanura: Sanura winces “well.. for your type of music a .. harsh apperance could be benificial right?” she tries to sooth his worry and then glances to Harry "oh.. uh thanks.. " pause “stop stealing all the cookies.. there is a pregnant kitty around here that will have your hide if she doesn’t get enough” she warns with a grin.
[3:07:10 AM] Mike: Mike smiles. “Thanks for making me feel better… but the level of terrible appearance that the stories make her out to be, she scared off even her own husband, in which he sealed her away in the Japanese underworld, Yomi.”
[3:07:58 AM] Sanura: Sanura grimaces softly “Oh my.. that’s um.. unfortunate”
[3:08:26 AM] Harry: “Damn, talk about your double baggers.”
[3:08:55 AM] Mike: Mike nods. “And with her being sealed away like that, the only ways I could see her would be either I go to Yomi myself, or she communicates with me through reflective surfaces, her face looking Samara-like.”
[3:10:06 AM] Sanura: Gives Harry a look “That’s his mum you’re talking about..” she murmurs chidingly. Then to Mike “Well that is something though you can still communicate with her..”
[3:10:23 AM] Harry: Harry shrugs himself off the counter. “Okay, guys, it’s been a big day, I’m going to go shower and crash. See you come morning.”
[3:10:55 AM] Mike: “I guess that’s true.” He looks at Harry inquisitively. “You’re tired? I feel like I could keep going for at least a week…”
[3:11:08 AM] Sanura: Gives a faint wave to Harry “G’night ’arry”
[3:12:07 AM] Harry: “Not so much tired, as just eager to enjoy a good night’s sleep.”
[3:12:35 AM] Mike: Mike shrugs. “Alright, then. Have a good night.”
[3:12:58 AM] Harry: “Gnight guys.” Harry walks off…to the sound of chewing.
Baking with Sanura
[12:15:04 AM] Sanura: Sanura is in baking mode, maybe something to do with her mothers horomones or something because she’s actually not freaking out that she’s half dusted with flour at this point and her hair isn’t exactly in it’s usual neat every hair in place state. She’s made a few dozen cookies already but Harry had his way with them and we know how that guy eats.
[12:22:58 AM] ST: She would hear the door to the warehouse opening and the telltale crinkling of plastic and shifting of cardboard boxes and tap of tins, accompanied by a chorus of snickering. “Dude, that smells so goooood…” Their footsteps draw closer to the kitchen and then… the sound of plastic, cardboard, and tin dropped to the floor all at once.
[12:24:53 AM] Sanura: Sanura chuckles hearing them come in and be drawn by the cookies. “Took you guys long enough” she scolds playfully as she turns “ah.. did you ruin the sweets?” She points at them with a wisk. “c’mon pick them up”
[12:25:58 AM] ST: They are utterly unresponsive, the snacks and treats on a pile on the floor around them. Their arms hang limp, their eyes wide, and their jaws slack as they stare at Sanura.
[12:27:45 AM] Sanura: Looks skyward and brings her hand to cover her eyes a moment. “Snap out of it, I know you’ve seen a playboy and I’m not nearly nude enough to cause this kinda reaction..” she blushes and then grins “I bet I could get on the cover now” looking herself over again and shaking her head. She was kinda still getting used to it herself!
[12:29:38 AM] ST: It’s as if they aren’t even there anymore. Zombies. Ironic. Sanura sees a flash of orange behind Jeff…
[12:30:29 AM] Sanura: She tilts her head and smiles a little “Crook.. I have mindless zombies now.. what do I do with them?” she questions the feline.
[12:32:24 AM] ST: Crook pounces on Jeff from behind, knocking him to the ground face-first. He hits with a heavy THUD, and proceeds to get harmlessly gnawed on by the sacred guardian. “AUGH! GET IT OFF ME!”
[12:32:56 AM] ST: Some snacks scatter on impact.
[12:34:05 AM] Sanura: Sanura laughs “oh gods, He’s alive.. well done Crook!” snickering and walking over to start picking up the dropped stuff since the boys seem nigh on useless at the moment. “Careful Crook, don’t hurt him” she warns as she rises to set some of the stuff on the counter. A glance given to Abel to see if he’s come to his senses as well with the ‘attack’ of his friend.
[12:36:36 AM] ST: Crook plops his butt on Jeff’s back and golden symbols appear above his head. This is a good arrangement. You draw the prey while I stalk and pounce.
[12:36:51 AM] ST: Abel doesn’t seem to have noticed that his heterosexual life mate was attacked.
[12:37:09 AM] ST: “Abel! Dude, ABEL!”
[12:37:42 AM] Sanura: Sanura laughs softly “so I’m bait now?” she questions before glancing up at Abel and tilting her head. She smirks and picks up a cookie waving it under his nose. “hellooo?”
[12:40:46 AM] ST: He blinks rapidly as the scent fills his nose. His eyes flicker to the cookie and back to Sanura… who’s really close… stoned out of his gourd, with an impossibly otherworldly beautiful woman offering him a fresh cookie… he falters once and then slumps to the ground.
[12:42:01 AM] ST: Crook grooms himself.
[12:42:19 AM] ST: “Say something, man!”
[12:42:20 AM] Sanura: Blinks and looks from the cookie to the fainted musician.. “er..” sniffs the cookie and finds nothing wrong with it. Setting it down she bends and checks his pulse, his breathing..
[12:46:37 AM] ST: He’s alive. Healthy, even. Just fainted. In fact, as per most fainting situations, he wakes up after only a couple of seconds, and… before he comes to, he rolls to the side and rises with a groan.
[12:48:10 AM] Sanura: She chuckles and rises to stand again. “Ok Crook, let Jeff up, he’s got to help clean up all this stuff.” She looks in the fridge for some left over meat maybe from one of Angie and Naomi’s meals, something to tempt the kitty off of the stoner.
[12:54:57 AM] ST: Crook hops off of Jeff without any further encouragement or bribery. Jeff rises, rubbing his face.
Suddenly there’s the clatter of a baking pan.
[12:55:43 AM] Sanura: Turns to the sound of the pan eyes wide, no doubt more baked goods on the floor. Grumble.
[1:00:04 AM] ST: Angela’s plopped on the ground, covered in cookies, the pan on the floor beside her. No doubt she was unconsciously following in her brother’s footsteps… except with far greater levels of fail. She looks up as Sanura turns, appearing very much like a deer caught in the headlights. Quickly she turns her gaze to the ground but she can’t hide the blush growing on her face. “Ahd… this… Irmmm… err… nnnn… umm…”
[1:01:29 AM] Sanura: Grins softly “theif” she taunts playfully. “it’s alright I’m still baking help yourself!” Rolls her eyes “I couldn’t stop Harry after all that butt” she moves to help clean up the cookies that fell and offers Angie a hand up.
[1:07:59 AM] ST: As Sanura draws closer, Angela looks as if she’s about to panic. She flinches away from Sanura, clearly trying to to find words. Finally, she blurts out, “I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” Once she realizes what she said, she curls up on herself and buries her face in her geeky t-shirt, her ears growing bright red. Not long after her muffled voice emerges from the shirt. “I would like very much to die now if you please thank you.”
[1:10:25 AM] Sanura: Goes wide eyed and takes a step back her own cheeks heating. The reaction from the two stoners she’d sort of expected.. this not so much. "Oh ah.. heh.. uh.. " rubbing the back of her neck she clears her throat. “Um yes lovely girl she is too..” pursing her lips she looks to the side and then heaves a sigh “sooo.. you totally handled it better than Abel.. did you see him pass out.. boys amiright?” trying to put a little humor into the situation.
[1:12:33 AM] Sanura: [To bad Harry isn’t there for that part, that’d be amusing, like how can you not handle this]
[1:14:52 AM] ST: It seems like nothing short of her death would comfort the poor girl. She wraps her arms around her hidden face (not that that completely hides her blush). Jeff doesn’t say a word for a change, and Abel’s doing what he can to avoid looking at Sanura. Though he’s somehow managed to get a hold of a cookie.
[1:18:22 AM | Edited 1:18:28 AM] Sanura: She sighs softly and plops down next to Angie as ungracefully as her new traits will allow and she puts an arm around her shoulders and gives her a hug. “It’s not so bad, some spilled cookies no big deal!” Rubbing her arm lightly she searches for some way to fix this and looks to Jeff in askance! .. yes .. she’s that desperate..
[1:23:43 AM] ST: Jeff points to himself as if saying ‘Me!?’ as he’s put on the spot like that. He pats around his person, pulls out a joint, and points to it inquisitively.
Angela tenses at Sanura’s touch, but doesn’t move otherwise, hardly daring even to breathe.
[1:25:22 AM] Sanura: Glancing at the joint she heaves a sigh "I don’t think that even works on her anymore.. " considers it could help though.. maybe.. “Uh.. hey Angie.. want to smoke a joint and eat the hell out of some cookies?” hopeful smile. Really she was used to admiring glances now and again but this was beyond her and she felt sort of guilty now but it wasn’t her fault!
[1:29:09 AM] ST: This elicits a little stoner chuckle from Jeff. “Hehe. You’re contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”
“I’m not a minor,” Angela says, again muffled due to her shirt.
[1:30:41 AM] Sanura: Sanura sticks her tongue out at Jeff “see so there” snags the joint and eyes it “could bake it into cookies.. smoking is bad for you..” Gives Angela a little shake and the pauses “well.. I guess maybe I’ll go see if I can make Naomi blush” she makes as if to rise, thinking the jealousy will snap Angie right out of her embarrassment.
[1:39:21 AM] ST: “That’s very hard to do,” points out Naomi mildly. Upon a glance, one can see that she’s standing in the doorway, stifling an amused smile.
“ohgawdohgawdkillmeohgawdohgawd” whimpers Angela.
“We were about to light up, wanna join?” says Jeff.
“At least you don’t have an Irish accent,” Naomi continues. “I’d have to pour her into her room if you did.”
[1:40:41 AM] Sanura: She gives a little grin to Naomi, glad to have a sane person in the room. She rises fully and lets her girlfriend handle the situation. “Sorry.. do I need to start wearing jogging suits and like.. hair nets or something?”
[1:45:37 AM] ST: Naomi smiles a little more broadly and shakes her head. “She’ll get over it.” She approaches Angela. “You /are/ very lovely. Divinity suits you.” She sits down beside the poor girl, taking a cookie off her shoulder. “I see you brought me some cookies.”
“Soooo… you gonna light that, then?” Jeff asks, eyeballing the joint.
[1:47:20 AM] Sanura: Sanura smiles to that and nods a little “thanks.. guess it did take nicely” she manages before grinning at the cute teasing. Those two were too adorable for words. She glances to Jeff. “No.. clean up that mess you guys made when your jaws dropped” she glances to Abel “you too.. the shocks worn off hop to it!”
[1:55:21 AM] ST: Abel, once he’s referred to, snaps out of his stoned daze and, before he knows it, he’s stooped over the mess, piling it into his arms.
“That shit ain’t free, you know,” grumbles Jeff, even as he begins to help pick up the mess.
Naomi munches on the cookie. “Mmmmm. Peanut butter. Your second favorite.” She takes another off of Angela. “Come on out, have one.”
“… just put me out of my misery,” mumbles Angela.
“Not until you have a cookie first.”
[2:01:47 AM] Sanura: Me gives Abel a warm smile as he starts to help and she does as well they get it all squared away in a few minutes. Glancing to Jeff at his comment abou the weed not being free. “If I wanted to I’d have Crook tackle you so I could run your pockets and take your wallet cash and every ounce of bud on you.. so be glad your only loss is a joint, I don’t approve of the over indulgence you two seem bent upon one little bit and I should hope Abel would put such things aside.” She pauses just a moment before continueing with a straight face. “I mean honestly when it’s time for me to find a stud I’m going to look for a healthy specimen” she blushed but the chance to tease him was really to great to ignore.. and if the teasing got him to stop smoking then all the better.
[2:16:43 AM] ST: Jeff lets out a snicker. “‘Stud.’” He hits Abel with the back of his hand. But then something occurs to him. “I mean, uh… hey, don’t treat us like pieces of meat. Or… uh… well we are, but we’ve got feelings too.” Abel gives him the most incredulous look ever. “What?” Abel looks at Sanura and makes a motion of denial with his hands, then points his thumbs at himself and then sticks them both up to indicate that he’s game for stud duty. “Pfft. She’s a hypocrite anyways. Offered that jailbait over there /my/ joint, then tells us not to smoke.” This is all just griping, however, as Jeff still assists with putting the snacks away.
Angela pokes her head out, eyeballing the cookie offered to her. She slowly emerges the rest of the way, her face still bright pink. But she takes the cookie.
Naomi hides her grin behind her hand. “I haven’t seen you blush like this in a long time. It’s cute.”
Angela’s blush deepens once more and she retreats a little behind her hair, munching on her cookie in embarrassment.
[2:22:09 AM] Sanura: Sanura laughs softly at Jeffs reaction finding it even better than her original desire to make Abel blush. She shakes her head. “One joint now and again like.. once a month maybe? I could see that.. but yeah you reak” she sighs and then glances to Abel.. “really?” Her brow furrows “I thought you’d turn that idea down..” she mms softly and goes back to mixing dough and though she wouldn’t actually use him like that she finds it interesting that he’s not immediately against it. She then realizes. “You do know you’d be raising the baby right?” she questions with an arch of her brow. “Just like my mom had me and dropped me off with my dad.. I’ll be terribly busy..” she mentions this sort of testingly. She’d want to actually be a mom.. Goddess things going on or not she’d at least try. She wonders though how the quiet usually more mature fellow would react to the very idea. Her attention on Naomi and Angie just a moment and she she smiles warmly at the cuteness. Maybe she could try gi.. nahhh.
[2:32:58 AM | Edited 2:33:33 AM] ST: Clearly this thought hadn’t occurred to Abel. Clearly he thought she was joking. But his gaze drops as he considers the idea of being a dad.
“Hey, kind of the opposite of our folks, right Abel?” Jeff says.
Abel nods philosophically, then gives Jeff an inquisitive look.
“Nah man, babies are easy. They eat, cry, puke, and poop. No different from some of our friends when they get drunk. And changing diapers isn’t so bad once you get the hang of it.” Abel gives him a dubious look. “Well, yeah. Kids are expensive. That’s a fact of life. Way more expensive than weed. Think about it.”
Naomi, who’s interest had been piqued at this conversation, speaks up, “Have you considered adopting?”
[2:37:16 AM] Sanura: Sanura hums softly and glances to Naomi “Well that’s an idea, I’m not adverse to it at all” she notes "Though.. it seems sort of selfish to adopt knowing I could be taken away at any time.. " she frowns faintly and starts spooning cookies onto the pan. “I’m not even to sure why I’m thinking about kids.. I’m going to blame mom and Queen Great Auntie Isis.” she murmurs as she puts the pan in the oven. “Does California even allow single personages to adopt.. and then also who would care for the little one when I’m off doing.. Gods know what.. it’s all so much more complicated isn’t it..” she muses.
[2:42:55 AM | Edited 2:43:06 AM] ST: Abel motions between him and Jeff.
“Dude, that’s the gayest thing you’ve ever suggested. I’m going to pretend like it never happened.”
Angela perks up a little. “Yeah, but the kids at Professor X’s School for the Gifted probably don’t need any paperwork or anything. I mean, they don’t have parents. Mortal parents, at least. They were all… kinda… err… killed… by Father O’Brien… and stuff… and I doubt that was… err… above the board.”
[2:48:08 AM] ST: Naomi regards Angela thoughtfully for a moment, but doesn’t add anything.
[2:48:49 AM | Edited 2:53:12 AM] Sanura: Sanura paused and bit her lower lip. "I.. " hmms “well that’s an idea.. but I don’t think any of those kids much want anything to do with the life of a demigoddess .. and I like Brendan.. he’s a sweet boy but I think he barely stands my calls most of the time, he’d probably run away from the camp if I even suggested such a thing” she notes with a rueful almost sad expression. "Besides I can’t bring him with me when we’re ‘working’.. " she glances to Abel and gives him a smile “No matter how much I tease dear Abel I couldn’t ask him to take on that sort of responcibility for me. Though I suppose he could stay at the camp .. he does need to learn a few things still after all..” she gives a faint sigh “still like I said that kid probably considered tossing that cellphone in the lake every time it rings.” she arches a brow and glances between Abel and Jay.. “Ohh.. are you two -really- a couple.. tsk and I had such hopes” her tone taunting once more before she goes back to the serious business of chocolate chip cookies.
[2:56:25 AM] ST: “Lady, I’m not gay. I can’t speak for Abel here, but I very much like the pussy,” Jeff defends. Abel gives him a flat look. “Hey, just sayin’, you’re the one who’s into fashion and shit. Showin’ her all that leather on the plane…” Abel crosses his arms.
As the chocolate chips pour into the bowl, Angela’s eyes peek hungrily over the counter. “Nah, I’m sure he likes you just fine. He’s just a teenager,” she says.
“So are you,” points out Naomi.
Angela turns back to her girlfriend. “That doesn’t count. Anyway, my point is he’s moody. And a boy.”
[3:00:24 AM] Sanura: Sanura grins faintly “I did have some other ideas for leather I wanted to discuss” she notes softly before she glances over to Angela and Naomi again. She offers Angie a spoonful of cookie dough when it’s mixed up and purses her lips. “I think it’s more than being moody for him.. I want to help him though.. I just worry I’m not capable” she bites the inside of her lower lip. “He’s got a home at the camp anyway.. I can’t offer the kid anything really” her brow furrowing. “A few calls now and again don’t a parent make”
[3:08:04 AM] ST: Abel motions to Sanura, giving Jeff a look like ‘See?’ Jeff just rolls his eyes.
“L-leather?” Angela squeaks, timidly withdrawing a little again.
“You care,” points out Naomi as she receives the cookie dough offered to Angela. “That’s a start.”
[3:12:00 AM] Sanura: Sanura grins to the exchange between Jeff and Abel and then gives a giggle to Angie’s stammer. “I meant for cuffs and the attatchment of chain…. er wait that probably doesn’t help does it..” she chuckles faintly before shaking her head. She would have to find someone to help with her ideas for more perminant holds for the Hyena. Still her gaze is drawn back to Naomi and she nods a little. “It’s sort of strange .. I mean not that he isn’t a great kid because he is.. I’ve never been particularly interested in people under the age of reason. An eighteen year old usually has a ways to go.. but people under the age of 16 are immune to reason” she notes with a nod.
[3:19:27 AM] ST: Again Abel makes the same motion and expresion, this time more vehement: ‘SEE!?’ This causes Jeff to grumble a little as he takes care of the last of the mess.
Angela, on the other hand, falls utterly silent, trying to focus on stifling her imagination. Naomi simply nods as she scoots closer to Angela and has a small taste of cookie dough, listening to Sanura get her thoughts out about Brendan.
[3:22:30 AM] Sanura: She has her own nibble of dough as she considers things. “I suppose though that I’d want even an absentee guardian.. I lucked out after all..” she glanced to Naomi. “Do you think.. could you see if he’s open to the idea.. I don’t want to go to him with something like that and have him close off completely..” She takes out a tray of cookies and puts in another making another batch of chocolate chip seeing as their power had lured the blushing Angie out.
[3:25:58 AM] ST: Their work done, the boys flock to the fresh cookies and proceed to help themselves.
“Spend some more time with him first,” suggests Naomi. “And take more time to think about it.”
[3:30:15 AM] Sanura: She smiles “So wise” sighing “I don’t know why I’m even on the subject.. damn mom and her horomones rubbing off on me” she jokes faintly. She did however plan to try and get to know the lad more, to help him get out of his depression maybe gain a bit of confidence.. she was still unsure she -could- do it but hopefully she wouldn’t hurt anything by trying. She looks around the messy kitchen and frowns faintly. She then brightens and walks over to Abel. Leaning up she whispers something in his ear along the lines of if you clean up the kitchen I’ll take care of cleaning me up and we can meet in my room in a half hour. She isn’t too clear about what’s going to happen in her room but it’s a safe bet with her usual history it’s going to be cuddling at best. Still she steps back to see if he catches on to that or not, brow arched lightly as she awaits his response.
[3:41:32 AM] ST: “Yeah, that’s just typical biology,” comments Jeff around a mouthful of cookie. “One chick gets pregnant and the rest of them are ready to start makin’ babies. Survival of the species and all that.”
Abel straightens, his eyes wide. He pauses for a moment like that, with half a cookie in his hand. Then he shoves it unceremoniously into his mouth and starts on scrubbing the mixing bowl and cookie sheets in the sink.
Jeff just watches Abel, his expression that of idle amazement. What suddenly got him all cleanly?
Naomi makes a small half-smile, then rises and takes one of Angela’s hands, beckoning her out the kitchen. Angela obliges, having recovered now from her moment of pure unadulterated embarrassment… but not before quickly finishing off the rest of the cookie dough.
[3:43:24 AM] Sanura: Sanura snickers a little and winks to Naomi before patting Jeff on the cheek. “Gnight Sir Puffs Alot” to Abel “See you in a bit” she’d head off to get washed up and ready for bed. She wasn’t quite wiped out but it’d be nice to have some down time and a cuddle!
*Back to Business*
[1:13:52 PM] Harry: “So. This hyena woman I slew said something about ‘the Order’. Had a really similar creepy vibe to the old priest, till she grew a hyena head.”
[1:14:16 PM] Mike: “Think the Priest was working for this Order as well, then?”
[1:15:57 PM] Malif: “Divine Glory sounds like they should be on our side, not against us…”
[1:20:48 PM] ST: Hermes perks up at this and plants his hands on the back of the nearby chair, leaning forward to listen to Harry. He hasn’t stopped to sit down since the meeting began, instead pacing or fidgeting restlessly.
“You’d think,” Nike quips at Malif’s statement.
Alejandro, on the other hand, leans against a nearby wall and crosses his arms. “I think a full report is in order.” It was easy to forget he was ever there, as he seemed to be keeping to himself more than usual.
[1:21:19 PM] Harry: Harry nods. “Okay, so, where to start.”
[1:23:04 PM] Sanura: Sanura made the everliving fuck out of some cookies .. annnd broke Harrys sister . whoops. She should be recovered by now. She’d straightened up but was still a bit flour covered as she curls up on the couch. She glances to Alejandro and purses her lips. “You sent us on a fools errand.. she didn’t need us and we got in the way more than we helped.” she murmurs “That is at least my take on the situation” she frowns as she regards her manicured nails.
[1:23:42 PM] ST: “Beginning. This ‘hyena woman.’ When did she show up?” Hermes asks. “What happened? Why did you slay her?”
“And what of the live ones currently in my car?” Alejandro adds. He then does a double-take at Sanura’s statement. It doesn’t take long for him to piece together what she’s talking about. “We’ll address that later.”
[1:23:56 PM] Malif: “Well these hyena creatures at least, they seem to be related to some sort of Ethiopian evil eye curse. They even had talismans that made them resistant to my abilities.”
[1:24:05 PM] Harry: Harry shrugs, “Okay, let’s start with the hyena fight.”
[1:24:55 PM] Harry: “We were at the airport, waiting on Alejandro to pick us up. We were all decompressing from a stressful failed mission, and I was trying to repair some frayed emotions.”
[1:25:10 PM] Sanura: [brb while the boys fill him in on that]
[1:25:50 PM] Harry: “It was about then that I heard screams for help coming from the highway. I hopped up and dialed the others, depending on the Sandals to get me there fast enough to be of some help.”
[1:26:51 PM] ST: Angela, who was in the process of crossing the room, her hand in Naomi’s, pauses and gives Naomi a look once it appears that there’s serious business going on. They both stop and listen in on the report.
[1:26:59 PM] Harry: “As I was damn near drained from the standoff with Alejandra and Victor, I couldn’t work up enough speed to change into my disguise on the way over, and had to engage in my civvies.”
[1:27:54 PM] Harry: "I heard the woman, designated “hyena faced villain”, say something to the effect of “You should have known better than to try to escape the Order…”
[1:28:39 PM] Harry: “And there was this younger woman, clearly had been assaulted, trying to get away from Hyena-faced Villain and three mooks, decent sized, possibly professionals.”
[1:29:07 PM] Malif: “I suppose they’re kidnapping people and transforming them into these monsters, but we’re not sure what they’re building up forces for, specifically.”
[1:29:20 PM] Harry: “So, I got the team on the line, filled them in, picked sides, and intervened, getting between the Villain and her mooks, and the younger woman.”
[1:29:55 PM] Harry: “The team arrived about the time the three mooks turned into bigass hyenas, and the Villain grew the hyena-head for which I name her.”
[1:30:53 PM] Harry: “We all engaged, myself taking on the leader, the rest of the team managing the others. The team did great work, even Crook, who gave me the opening I needed to finish off Hyena-face.”
[1:31:33 PM] Harry: “About that time, though, the younger woman basically finished what sounded like a painful transformation into a hyena herself.”
[1:32:39 PM] ST: Crook sits beside Sanura, his ears turning back at Harry’s report. Golden symbols float above his head, idle but insistent.
[1:32:47 PM] Harry: “That’s about the time Alej pulled up. Thing that struck me is, Hyena-face’s attitude, struck me as very similar to the old priest. Sure of themselves, ready to take on a pack of demi-gods, well-informed seeming.”
[1:33:31 PM] Harry: “So, we had Mike destroy Hyena-face’s body, and we piled the remaining hyenas, including the victim, into the ride, and brought them here.”
[1:35:08 PM] Malif: "I believe the creatures are known as “Bouda” or something along those lines."
[1:43:11 PM] ST: Isis nods. “Indeed. But take caution. If this young woman is a bouda as well…”
“Being a bouda isn’t quite like lycanthropy. It usually involves making a pact.” Alejandro speaks this time, filling in where Isis left off. “It’s possible she’s not affiliated with the Order. Or once was but broke away.” He pauses. “Or is an infiltrator.”
Isis gives Alejandro a sidelong glance. “Though it sounds to me, judging by the report, like this was her first transformation. The first is always the hardest, the most painful.”
[1:45:42 PM] ST: “The most involuntary,” Bastet adds.
[1:45:53 PM] Mike: “Is there a way to force a transformation into one of these… bouda?”
[1:47:52 PM] Malif: “Either way, sounds like we should have a talk with her, certainly.”
[1:47:58 PM] ST: “The ritual involved requires knowledge and… compliance,” says Isis. “It may be possible, but it’s unlikely.”
[1:48:35 PM] Mike: “I only ask because if there’s a way to force it, there must be a way to reverse it…”
[1:50:00 PM] ST: “Again, not likely.”
[1:50:47 PM] Sanura: Sanura listens and purses her lips as she looks to the rest of them “forced or not she seemed to be trying to get away so perhaps a change of heart.. we should .. keep an open mind while staying alert around her. One should be given a chance no?” she suggests as she pets her hand over crooks head and her fingers toy with the tufts on his ears.
[1:52:20 PM] Malif: “Or perhaps she was infiltrating them, as suggested earlier. Which would make me curious who she’s really working for.”
[1:52:51 PM] ST: “We shouldn’t discount the possibility that she was sent to spy on us,” Alejandro says.
“First transformation. Newbie. Send a newbie to infiltrate?” Hermes points out to Alejandro.
“She doesn’t have to be a newbie to this Order,” Alejandro retorts. “The bouda pact can be made at any time.”
Bastet lifts her spoon to punctuate her point. “But she won’t be able to control herself for the first few months. It’s a huge risk to send such an agent like that in such a condition.”
[1:52:53 PM] Harry: “Okay, ignorant question here, but…can anyone here talk to hyenas? They’re not really cats, or dogs for that matter…”
[1:53:33 PM] Sanura: Sanura glances to her mother curiously at that question.
[1:53:49 PM] Mike: “That’s definitely a good question… or at all, are Bouda even capable of speech?”
[1:54:21 PM] ST: Bastet wrinkles her nose at Harry’s question, but doesn’t offer any response.
[1:54:21 PM] Harry: “Failing that, maybe telepathy?”
[1:54:48 PM] Sanura: Gives a faint chuckle at Bastets response to that.
[1:54:50 PM] Malif: Malif shakes his head. “No I, sadly. At least not yet, I’d love to learn that trick someday.”
[1:56:44 PM] ST: “Depends on their experience with their… condition,” Isis responds to Mike. “In the first few months, bouda in their animal forms are purely instinctual creatures, indistinguishable from a natural hyena. After that, they start accessing their human intelligence. And then, after a few years, they can change shape at will.”
[1:56:52 PM] Harry: “…speaking in tongues? Okay, I’m spent.”
[1:57:58 PM] Sanura: Sanura purses her lips softly “no use trying to get through to the newly turned one for a while then till she changes back. Do you think we can get anything useful out of the other two?” she glances to Alejandro with that question.
[1:58:18 PM] Malif: “So this woman that transformed during the chase is little more than an animal for the next few months? So much for interviewing her.”
[1:58:49 PM | Edited 1:59:20 PM] Mike: “Okay, so… the next relevant question. How long would it take for someone turned into a Bouda to transform back to human if its their first time?”
[1:59:56 PM] ST: “‘In their animal forms,’” Alejandro repeats. “New bouda transform at every new moon, then back come morning. Much like the better-known types of werewolves.”
[2:00:37 PM] Harry: Harry yawns. “Back in a sec. Anyone want burgers? I am -starving-.”
[2:00:58 PM] Malif: “Yeah, I could go for some food, get me something.”
[2:01:36 PM] Malif: “So, every new moon? Was there a new moon today?”
[2:02:09 PM] Sanura: Sanura purses her lips. “Fish sandwich for me and one for crook” she tucks her feet under her and glances to her mother, a faint smirk “Pickles and Icecream?” she suggests.
[2:02:16 PM] Harry: Harry heads into the kitchen, and starts unwrapping about five pounds of hamburger meat.
[2:02:17 PM] ST: Angela raises her hand, indicating that she’d like a burger.
“It is a new moon night, yes,” says Isis.
[2:03:33 PM] Malif: “Well, perhaps we should check on our escapee’s mental state, verify if she’s a newbie or not.”
[2:04:03 PM] ST: Bastet smirks at Sanura. “No thank you.” She lifts the peanut butter jar to indicate that she’s still working on it.
[2:04:18 PM] Harry: Harry patties a few thick burger patties, and starts heating up the George Foreman.
[2:05:23 PM] Sanura: Pouts as he’d figured Harry was heading out for burgers, no fish for herself and Crook it seems. She grins to her mum and nods a little. “So.. I think we need to figure out a way to keep these Bouda captive for a while at least untill we learn whatever we are able from them?”
[2:05:31 PM] ST: In the kitchen are Jeff and Abel. Abel’s busily scrubbing away at the baking equipment Sanura used, and Jeff is sitting at the nearby table, snacking on some Hot Cheetos.
[2:06:28 PM] ST: “Your star net should serve well for that purpose,” Isis says, smiling a little.
[2:07:27 PM] Sanura: Sanura grins a little “well true they’re going to be stuck for a little while at least”
[2:08:08 PM] ST: “There’s still the matter of the other one. The new bouda,” Alejandro points out.
[2:09:41 PM] Sanura: Clearing her throat “A wait and see approach for them for the time being. I can create another to hold her I think..” a questioning glance to Isis she’s unsure if she can have more than one of those nets at a time.. [player is also unsure of this] “Or I can fashion some leather cuffs and someone can go to the hardware store for chains..”
[2:10:47 PM | Edited 2:11:34 PM] ST: “Well, if she’s an animal right now, then it’s not like she can get out of your car,” says Angela.
Alejandro runs a hand through his hair. “Yes, but after that.”
Hermes snickers at the mention of leather cuffs and chains, but quickly composes himself after Nike elbows him.
[2:10:51 PM] Harry: Harry looks in the freezer for fish sticks or fish patties to throw on the Foreman first…
[2:10:54 PM] Malif: “Yes, the one I suggested we check on, gauge her.”
[2:12:02 PM] Sanura: Sanura smirks softly at the response of the God, it seems most males go to that thought first. “So then we have some new pets for the time being.. the next order of business?” she suggests.
[2:12:48 PM] Mike: “Next order of business… is there any prime evidence that suggests the Priest we encountered before was of this Order as well?”
[2:13:24 PM] Sanura: She nods “one of his henchmen confirmed such under durress” she notes softly as she smooths her hand over her skirt.
[2:13:56 PM] ST: “If not the priest, then at least his guards,” says Alejandro. He glances at Sanura, nodding to confirm her statement.
[2:14:02 PM] Malif: “So we need to learn more about what this Order is about.”
[2:16:57 PM] ST: “So far we know what they’re about involves turning our children against us just before Visitation,” Nike points out. “And drugging them with Titan blood.”
“Powerful, obedient agents,” Angela murmurs.
[2:17:30 PM] Malif: Malif frowns at that reminder. “Yeah… that was pretty bad stuff back at that school/church.”
[2:17:30 PM] Sanura: “I’d love to know who’s behind such a plan” she murmurs softly.
[2:18:04 PM] ST: “Who could conceivably infiltrate or sabotage the pantheons,” adds Alejandro.
[2:18:37 PM] ST: An uncomfortable silence falls.
[2:19:24 PM] Malif: “Infiltrate pantheons? Trickster gods sympathetic to the Titans. Loki?”
[2:20:58 PM] ST: “Or Set,” Bastet points out, her voice low and edging into menacing territory.
[2:21:25 PM] ST: “Not Set,” says Isis firmly.
[2:21:32 PM] Sanura: Sighs softly “I’d imagine every pantheon has at least one titan sympathizer?”
[2:21:57 PM] Mike: Mike takes a deep, calming breath while the silence is still palpable. “Possibly.”
[2:22:46 PM] Malif: “Hmm I’m not familiar with all of them. But if they’re using African monsters, perhaps its one with ties to africa?”
[2:23:22 PM] Mike: Mike blinks… “My adoptive Pantheon?”
[2:26:24 PM] ST: “Perhaps, though the bouda are known throughout Egypt as well,” Alejandro says. He casts a glance at Isis and Bastet. “The Jewish slaves there were often thought to become bouda in their envy of their Egyptian masters’ luxuries.”
[2:27:09 PM] Sanura: Purses her lips faintly and considers that “So.. perhaps we have a dissenter in the ranks.. no matter how much we would dislike such an idea..”
[2:27:44 PM] ST: Bastet sends a pointed glance to Isis.
“Not Set,” Isis repeats. “He’s my brother, and he’s dedicated to fighting Apep.”
[2:28:04 PM] Sanura: Sanura arches a brow and holds her tongue.
[2:29:24 PM] Malif: “Perhaps a disgruntled Scion?”
[2:29:37 PM] Mike: “Anything’s possible…”
[2:30:21 PM] Sanura: “That would explain turning children against their parent, they may even think they are saving the young ones..”
[2:33:08 PM] ST: Isis sends a pointed look to Bastet.
[2:33:12 PM] Sanura: Frowning she glances at the others “Perhaps it’s time to talk to the children again.. maybe they’ve remembered something else?”
[2:34:17 PM] Mike: “I’ll be honest… I don’t really think talking to them about it is going to help… in fact, it may bring up bad memories for them, and may do more harm than good.”
[2:34:30 PM] ST: Naomi nods at Mike’s statement. “They need more time.”
[2:34:42 PM] Sanura: Sanura gives a faint nod of her head to that.
[2:35:32 PM] ST: “God or no god, the question still stands: how does the Order know when children are about to be Visited?” asks Angela.
[2:36:00 PM] Sanura: She ponders that and shrugs “Uncle knows things he aught not.. perhaps it is as simple as having a seer?”
[2:36:35 PM] Mike: Mike nods at Sanura’s comment. “That’s actually what I was thinking…”
[2:37:19 PM] Malif: “Quite possible. Which is why I think someone needs to get back and handle the Tunante thing as well. My own visions have shown me there’s a bigger threat hiding behind or above him.”
[2:40:35 PM] ST: “Prophecy isn’t reliable enough to pull off something of that scale,” says Alejandro. “Besides, visions are rarely clear and straightforward.” He falls silent as Malif speaks. When he speaks again, his tone is flat. “You’ll have to elaborate on that some time, Mr. Mysterious.”
[2:41:41 PM] Sanura: She hmms softly and rubs her brow “about that..Alejandro.. why send us to her, she clearly was well able to defend herself.. is there something you didn’t mention about her perhaps?”
[2:41:53 PM] Malif: “That part actually came from a tarot reading I did last night. The Magician card, inverted, at the end.”
[2:41:56 PM] ST: Isis nods to confirm Alejandro’s statement about prophecy. “Using magic, one might follow the lines of Fate to these children. But that isn’t reliable enough either.”
[2:42:10 PM] ST: Nike crosses her arms. “Man, you guys are easily distracted.”
[2:42:30 PM] ST: “Huh? What?” Hermes asks, suddenly becoming alert.
[2:42:46 PM] Malif: “Alongside a reversed Hierophant, both with their right hands raised. The cosmic order is being challenged by a clever manipulator of some sort.”
[2:43:13 PM] Malif: “Since drinking the Ambrosia, I feel an even greater connection to Prophecy. I might be able to draw out some more clues.”
[2:50:31 PM] ST: Alejandro’s expression shifts to a hard neutral.
Bastet straightens. “Who is this Tunante?”.
“Son of Mictlantecuhtli,” offers Alejandro. “Part of the last, failed mission.”
Indignance begins to overcome her expression. “You feel your own personal vendettas are more important than what we’ve just brought before you?”
Isis holds up a hand to forestall Bastet and considers Malif’s words thoughtfully. “Do you think there’s a connection between this… Tunante and the Order of Divine Glory, then, Malif?”
[2:51:22 PM] Malif: Malif looks back and forth between Bast, Alajendro, and Isis. "Vendetta? You’ve run in with him before? "
[2:51:48 PM] Malif: Turning back to Isis, “Yes, or at least, a connection between them and whoever is the larger threat looming over/behind Tunante.”
[2:52:02 PM] Sanura: Sanura quirks a brow and her own attention seems snagged as well as she looks between the various faces.
[2:53:05 PM] Malif: “Also, I’m certain Alejandra Cuze’s own methods are less than pure, though her overall goal may be good. I’m not sure if Mark was killed by her or by Tunante.”
[2:53:48 PM] Sanura: Sanura winces softly and glances to Abel and Jeff, not sure if they’d run into Mark yet or been told.
[2:54:11 PM] ST: (( Abel and Jeff are still in the kitchen. ))
[2:58:14 PM] ST: Bastet looks at Alejandro as Malif asks his initial question, her expression demanding a response.
“No,” says Alejandro, his tone firm. “I have no vendetta against this Tunante. The mission was to protect Alejandra Cruz.” He crosses his arms. “And to avoid Tunante unless absolutely necessary.”
Nike lifts her chin. “So it’s entirely possible you are all being sore losers about this, then. Drawing a tenuous connection so you can go back instead of admitting defeat.”
“Describe your tarot reading,” says Isis, her voice mild but still cutting through the others’.
[2:58:21 PM] Malif: “Which reminds me, Alejandro, I’ve been wondering why it might be that Cuze tried to turn down your offer of help? Why was she so annoyed at us being there?”
[2:58:50 PM] Malif: Malif nods.
[2:59:18 PM] ST: “I wouldn’t know. Ask her,” Alejandro says, a little cross.
[2:59:25 PM] Malif: (I’ll just copy and paste what the GM gave me, spam incoming)
[2:59:36 PM] Malif: "Firstly, you draw the Chariot, a card of victory, willpower, egocentrism. Immediately the first person who comes to mind is Victor.
It takes longer to find something while meditating on Tunante. The name—the alias—pulls at you strongly, a powerful resonation like the clear tolling of a knell. It has deep meaning. It also summons forth a memory, clear as if it had only just happened moments ago ( https://god-touched.obsidianportal.com/adventure-log/ja-cuze-part-five ). After a while, however, you pull the Hierophant, a card of order, discipline, conservatism. But sticking to it is the Devil, a card of hedonism and materialism, and the chains it brings.
(Pitbulls at pool party)
As you meditate on Alejandra, you pull the Tower, a card of violent change, upheavals, and disillusionment. It’s paired with the Knight of Wands, of the Minor Arcana—the wands suit represents fire, and you’re definitely getting a very fiery sense from this card. The Knight of Wands is the knight that is hard-driven by a burning desire to travel, seeking change and progress. He looks ever ahead, alert and intelligent, but not afraid to fight and in tune with his warrior instincts.
You feel the compulsion to draw once more, so you do. It’s the Hierophant again, but this time he’s reversed, alongside a reversed Magician. That they both have their right hand raised indicates that they’re close-knit, especially in this case. The Hierophant—the harbinger of the cosmic order—has been upturned, which means said cosmic order’s being challenged. And the Magician is a powerful card indeed, deeply tied to magic and mystery, resourcefulness and cleverness. But he’s reversed, which means his intentions are less than pure. His cleverness is used to manipulate others into doing his bidding. Whatever or whoever this combination represents, it’s on a tier far higher than both Alejandra and Tunante…"
[3:18:07 PM | Edited 3:18:24 PM] ST: Isis’s expression grows thoughtful.
“Yeah. I hate to say it, but that’s a pretty thin connection,” Nike says. Hermes reluctantly nods.
“Tezcatlipoca,” says Alejandro flatly. “The reversed Magician is Tezcatlipoca. I’m almost certain of it.”
All the gods stare at Alejandro as he says this. He sighs sharply.
“Tezcatlipoca approached me while the rest of you were dealing with Miss Jan Diva.”
“Jan Diva? Sounds familiar,” says Hermes. Nike quickly hushes him.
“He asked me to send you to Los Angeles,” continues Alejandro. “To guard Miss Cruz. No doubt he had some ulterior motive. Which was why I told you not to engage Tunante and to get out of there if anything went wrong.”
Isis nods. “It makes sense.”
Angela doesn’t say anything, but she makes a ‘Well that escalated quickly’ face.
“But,” Alejandro points out, “manipulative bastard that he is, he’s not aligned with any Titans. He used his foot as bait so that the other gods could kill Cipactli in order to create this world. He—and the other Teotl—are more concerned with keeping the cosmic order than with upsetting it.”
“So sounds like I’m right, then,” Nike says.
[3:20:08 PM] Sanura: Sanura hums softly at all this “fine so that is done .. Alejandra didn’t wish for our help and doesn’t need it.. she’s got things in hand” she ponders “some one should call Vic back to base” she notes with a look to Alehandro.
[3:20:45 PM] Malif: “So why am I having visions about these two if this isn’t important? Andu nfortunately, Victor has already blundered straight into Tunante and ended up the man’s puppet, so I’m afraid that restriction’s already broken.”
[3:21:26 PM] Sanura: Sanura gives a little shrug “Perhaps it -will- be of import later or it’s simply because that was what was on your mind?”
[3:29:19 PM] ST: “We all view the world through our narrow lenses, even us gods,” Isis says. “The lens only gets narrower the more limited your existence. And Fate is a very broad thing indeed.”
“Which means, when Fate called to you, you looked through that lens and saw only what immediately concerned you,” concludes Nike to Malif. “Then you sought answers from Fate about what you saw, and Fate gave them to you.”
“That is certainly possible, yes,” admits Isis.
“Prophecy is unreliable,” Alejandro repeats.
[3:29:36 PM] Malif: Malif shrugs. “Maybe. Regardless, the information is out on the table now, and the gods here can decide wht to do with it.”
[3:36:11 PM] ST: Isis exchanges a glance with Bastet. She then turns to the group at large. “If there is a connection, you may be able to find it through investigating the Order of Divine Glory. In the meantime, what the Order is doing and how they’re doing it, is more important than this… Miss Cruz and Tunante.” Bastet nods.
“I agree,” says Alejandro.
“See? I’m always right,” Nike says, grinning at Hermes as if sharing a private joke.
[3:36:55 PM] Malif: “Yes, I agree as well. I just wanted you all aware of what I’d learned.”
[3:37:16 PM] Malif: “So, let’s see what state our escapee is in, and whether or not we can chat with her?”
[3:37:46 PM] ST: Angela pipes up. “What about Panaretos?”
[3:38:00 PM] Sanura: Sanura chuckles hearing Nike and sitting up a little “it might be a little early for that I think she would still be .. indisposed?” she glances at the time.
[3:39:29 PM] Malif: “Who?”
[3:47:20 PM | Edited 3:47:41 PM] ST: “What?” Hermes asks. “The name Father O’Brien gave?”
Angela looks at Naomi. “Well… he was kind of…”
“Our informant,” says Naomi. “He gave us valuable information regarding the children while we were still investigating. Before…”
“Before our friends died. And then later he approached me and Harry at the hotel to give us more information. Just before a bunch of Order agents burst in with guns and tried to kill us.” Realization overcomes Angela’s face and her expression hardens. “He set us up.”
[3:48:18 PM] Mike: “There’s our link to the children, then…”
[3:48:47 PM] Sanura: Sanura winces softly and shakes her head “So we need to .. hunt him down if possible?” she suggests her brows arching lightly in question. “Do you think he is wary of you yet?” she questions of Naomi and Angela.
[3:54:22 PM] ST: “Damn straight we need to hunt him down!” Angela growls, her fists clenching and her knuckles turning white. “If he’s the mastermind behind all this… it’s because of him that Sean, Dio, and Joanna are dead!” Naomi puts a hand on Angela’s shoulder, which causes Angela to let up a little.
“He would know by now that we are still alive,” reasons Naomi. “And possibly that we have the children.”
[3:55:17 PM] Malif: “So do we know where to find this guy then?”
[4:03:03 PM] ST: “He gave me his number,” Angela says, the gears beginning to tick at an accelerated rate. “A disposable, he said. But he might still have it. I can track his position. Then again, if he knows about the kids, he might’ve tossed it already…” Her monologue fades away as she weaves an internal web of reasoning.
“We need someone watching over the camp,” insists Naomi, looking to Alejandro. He merely nods.
“The camp is under my protection,” says Bastet firmly. “If this Panaretos sets foot on it, I will know.”
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat,” Alejandro points out.
“Not /this/ cat,” Bastet retorts.
“All the same… Naomi, I want you to go back and stay at the camp 24/7.”
“Sofia,” Naomi suggests.
Alejandro hesitates, then nods sharply. “She’s at home. Pick her up on your way there.”
[4:04:35 PM] Malif: “I have to admit, as much as I don’t want those kids in any trouble, I would love to see Sofia taking down some foes. Though its best if she doesnt have to.”
[4:05:29 PM] Sanura: Sanura nods faintly “I plan on a trip there myself, Branden is going to be marked by me..and Sofia as well.. I’ll check my wards just as back up” she murmurs to her mother with a small smile.
[4:07:46 PM] Malif: “Marked?”
[4:07:47 PM] ST: Bastet lifts her chin a little in acknowledgement of Sanura, a slight, proud smile on her face.
Naomi doesn’t waste any time heading out of the warehouse and into the Range Rover. Angela heads straight for the computer room.
[4:08:26 PM] Sanura: Glancing to Malif and smiles “just making sure no one lays a hand paw or otherwise on them as best as I am able”
[4:08:51 PM] Malif: “How vague.”
[4:09:37 PM] Mike: “Only Egyptians.”
[4:10:10 PM] Sanura: Sanura chuckles softly to that and shrugs her shoulders. “you are not the only one allowed to be mysterious”
[4:10:44 PM] Malif: “Of course I am. That’s my job on this team!”
[4:13:02 PM] ST: “Wow, I like this hustle!” Nike comments. “This Angela of yours doesn’t waste time. Nor does her lover.”
Hermes grins proudly. “That’s my girl.”
“Now we simply need to wait until morning to question these bouda,” says Alejandro, trying to direct the conversation back to the task at hand.
[4:13:37 PM] Malif: Malif nods. “If we can even make them talk. I mean, physically.”
[4:13:54 PM] Sanura: Sanura quirks a brow “They’ll talk” she murmurs quietly.
[4:15:01 PM] Malif: “I meant, if they’re capable of speech.”
[4:15:42 PM] Sanura: Sanura waves a hand “I’m sure they will be once they transform.. which is why we must wait till day break”
[4:16:36 PM] Malif: “Oh, those two, true enough. But you’ve seen my ability to get information from people, that part won’t be a problem.”
[4:17:42 PM] ST: Abel emerges from the kitchen like a stoned bat outta hell (whatever that looks like), dark water spots on his jeans where some soapy water spilled on him from his cleaning dishes brigade. He spots Sanura, who’s distinctly not cleaned up yet and distinctly not in her room.
[4:18:50 PM] ST: “I suppose the celebration is over,” says Isis mildly, more of a suggestion than a statement.
[4:19:49 PM] Sanura: Smiles faintly and beckons him over with a crook of her fingers. She’d rise and gesture to her seat for him to have a seat, perching on his lap once he’s settled. “If you’d like mother but I think I could unwind a little more” she murmurs.
[4:19:51 PM] Malif: “Oh, I don’t think we need to stop it just yet.”
[4:21:42 PM] ST: Bastet smiles. “I was just getting comfortable, Isis.”
Isis smiles as well. “Very well.”
[4:22:09 PM] Sanura: Gives a soft snicker at that “and we’ve got cookies after all” she notes teasingly.
[4:23:05 PM] Malif: “And burgers incoming.”
[4:27:30 PM | Edited 4:27:36 PM] ST: Abel proves utterly obedient to Sanura, causing Alejandro to shake his head to himself and rub his temples.
“Oh!” Nike nudges Hermes. “By the way, Uruguay won.”
“Shit!” Hermes sighs. “Okay. What do I have to do?”
“Dress up in a French maid outfit and clean up the mess you made in my Sanctum.”
“I didn’t make that mess!”
Nike simply shrugs.
[4:28:36 PM] Sanura: Chuckles softly and curls up on Abel’s lap and kisses his cheek. “Thank you” she murmurs as she lightly pets her fingers over his hair, like she’s petting crook. She chuckles at the bet’s terms “OH dear.. can we please get photos?”
[4:29:27 PM] Malif: Malif looks over at his ‘neice’ in surprise, but says nothing about it. “I feel like the only one with the power to clean a mess made by Hermes would have to be Hermes.”
[4:31:21 PM] ST: Nike grins broadly. “I don’t see why not. They could go right next to Harry’s naked baby photos.”
Hermes grumbles. “Stupid. Should know better. Don’t bet against Nike.”
[4:32:04 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles. “Nike has naked photos of Harry, but perhaps not in the way he’d prefer!”
[4:32:17 PM] Sanura: Sanura laughs softly at that “Oh that’s brilliant”
[4:33:42 PM] ST: “Oh, I don’t. Not yet, at least.” She gives Hermes a pointed look. “Care to place another bet?”
He gives her a ‘Yeah, right,’ look.
[4:34:53 PM] Sanura: Her nails run over Abels scalp as she sits there, relaxed on the possibly still slightly stunned mortal. Glancing to her mother and Isis “Oh, I’m curious.. is there way for us to still enjoy the .. relaxing effects of alcohol?”
[4:40:15 PM] ST: Isis and Bastet give each other a doubtful look.
“I garden,” Isis offers by way of an alternative, with a shrug.
“A good stretch,” suggests Bastet.
“A good lay,” Hermes chimes in. Isis gives a nod in concession. Bastet simply smiles. Nike, on the other hand, rolls her eyes.
[4:41:01 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles at the various reactions, a bit surprised by Nike’s.
[4:41:08 PM] Sanura: She laughs a little at that and sighs “so one must find other highs then” she notes softly as she shrugs "I just did enjoy a glass of wine after a long day, that sort of thing.
[4:42:55 PM] Malif: “Unless you’re Dionysus, I suppose. I bet he has ways around it.”
[4:43:56 PM] ST: “I don’t know,” says Nike. “It’s really difficult to tell drunk Dionysus and sober Dionysus apart. Could just be some sort of mantle of office.”
[4:44:51 PM] Malif: “That counts as what I said, I believe.”
[4:45:25 PM] Sanura: Grinning slightly and shaking her head a little. “Well if I ever do meet him I’ll have to ask” she shrugs “It’s not that important of course” she murmurs still petting Abel and then sighing softly. She paused “oh.. Alejandro, I wanted to ask you about a purchase to be sent over to the camp”
[4:47:53 PM] ST: “Ask away.”
Crook, growing a little jealous at all the attention decidedly not being lavished on him, climbs in Sanura’s lap.
[4:48:53 PM] Sanura: Smiling faintly “well Brendan has a birthday coming up and I want to get a piano sent over, any objection?” she questions as she would pet the cat and the boy both with the same drag of long nails through hair and fur respectively.
[4:49:11 PM] ST: Crook proves to be too big to be a lap cat. Not that that stops him.
[4:49:48 PM] Sanura: Sanura chuckles a little as the large feline lays across her lap and Abels as well perhaps still part of him on the couch.
[4:52:00 PM] ST: “What kind of piano are we talking here?” Alejandro asks. “And how much will it cost?”
[4:53:19 PM] Sanura: She hums softly “well I was thinking of a standing piano as I don’t have the funds for a grand.. I was hoping we could split the cost if it’s to much for me .. though I’d like to pay for it on my own if I’m able” she takes out her phone to check out the balance of her bank accounts.
[4:55:14 PM] ST: Alejandro gives her a little puzzled look. “Then why ask me?”
[4:56:45 PM] Sanura: Sighs softly “Because you’re the boss?” she shrugs “and I -may- need your help getting it… though I do have some great leads” she nods as she thumbs through the screens. “Perhaps we could arrange music lessons for the camp?” she suggests with an arch of her brows.
[5:02:09 PM] ST: “I placed Miss Simon in charge of the camp,” Alejandro points out mildly. “Although I draw the line at finding a music teacher. We can’t afford to bring in any more mortal outsiders. I can look for those like us, but I imagine they too have more immediate concerns.”
[5:03:27 PM] Sanura: Gives a faint nod of her head “Fair enough, I’ll make sure she’s alright with the addition and can find room for it.” At the news about the teacher she sighs but does give a faint nod “Well there are videos of such things if one is driven to learn..” she muses.
[5:06:46 PM] Sanura: She’d fire off a text to Miss Simon about the piano, it’s late but she could see to the text in the morning when she got it surely.
[5:07:43 PM] Malif: “Be careful you don’t give Alejandro an inflated head there, neice, placing him in charge of everything like that!”
[5:09:50 PM] Sanura: Sanura laughs a little at that and glances to Alejandro “oh he’s beyond that no?” smiling to him winningly.
[5:11:21 PM] ST: He smiles—a rare event indeed, even if the smile is tinged with wryness.
[5:12:09 PM] Sanura: Smirks softly and then tilts her head, her humor dimming a little as she questions quietly with a tinge of concern and hope. “Has Sofia worn that lovely dress yet?” she murmurs softly.
[5:16:34 PM] ST: His smile shifts from wry to a little wistful. “First day I let her go to camp. Got torn up a bit in the fight with the lindwurms, though.” He chuckles. “She was a little upset about that.”
[5:18:07 PM] Malif: Malif grins. “Gotta love any little girl that gets in a fight with lindwurms, and the only part that upsets her is a torn dress.”
[5:22:28 PM] ST: Alejandro chuckles at that.
[5:23:12 PM] Sanura: She beams “oh she wore it out around others! I’m so proud of her, I’ll just replace it no problem” she seems genuinely pleased
[5:23:13 PM] Malif: "That’s quite the girl you’ve got there Alejandro. Truly Vulcan’s loss.
[5:23:14 PM] Malif: "
[5:27:38 PM] ST: Hermes and Nike exchange a glance with each other as they overhear this.
Alejandro, though, clears his throat. “Hopefully there won’t be a repeat of that incident.”
[5:28:12 PM] Sanura: Sanura nods “any clue yet who sent those visitors?”
[5:33:35 PM | Edited 5:33:56 PM] ST: “It doesn’t seem to have been intentional,” Alejandro says reluctantly.
There’s a reaction from all the gods at this. Isis lifts her chin thoughtfully, Bastet raises an eyebrow, Nike crosses her arms, and Hermes winces a little and rubs the back of his neck.
[5:34:30 PM] Sanura: Sanura casts a glance around and her gaze settles on Hermes “you.. wouldn’t happen to know anything about this incident would you?” she questions her voice almost the same purr her mother could achieve.
[5:36:12 PM] Malif: “With a masterful pokerface like that?”
[5:39:56 PM] ST: “Fateful Aura,” he replies. “It’s what we call it at least.”
Nike nods. “The closer to godhood you get, the more trouble you attract. Generally in the form of Titanspawn, but Fate isn’t picky.”
“S’why we don’t stay here long,” Hermes adds, nodding. “Or we do, but dumbed down. Kinda.”
Bastet sends a sidelong glance to Alejandro. “Are the other children safe with her around?”
“I’ve weighted the options,” Alejandro says, his tone neutral. “Considering the circumstances, I believe they’re safer with her around than without.”
[5:41:57 PM] Malif: “Sounds like it to me.”
[5:42:41 PM] Sanura: Sanura nods softly “at least she can handle herself and has training they’re catching up still.” she murmurs.
[5:46:03 PM] Sanura: She nibbles her lower lip slightly “What do you think of the lad that left?” she questions of Alejandro. “Should we try to get the children to stay beyond there age of majority?”
[5:46:16 PM] Malif: “Someone left?”
[5:49:22 PM] ST: The muscles in Alejandro’s jaw flex as he clenches it. After a moment or two of thoughtful silence, he says, “I’d rather they not leave. But, short of resorting to Father O’Brien’s methods, I don’t see how we can stop them.”
[5:50:10 PM] Sanura: She pauses “well of course no one is suggesting that.. but perhaps with further involvement some incentive of some kind..” she considers.
[5:51:17 PM] Malif: “Who left, and why? I don’t remember that.”
[5:53:06 PM] ST: Alejandro shrugs. “I have offered positions on the team to those who are old enough to begin work.” He looks at Malif. “Mr. Mizushima left the camp. And you didn’t know because you didn’t ask. Ms. Menmatre has been checking in on the camp almost daily.”
[5:54:16 PM] Sanura: She slides her hand down and scratches Abel on the back of the neck lightly, the same treatement given to the large feline on her lap as well. “Were there any hard feelings upon his departure?” she questions softly.
[5:54:30 PM] Malif: “Yeah, that’s why. I left it to her while I was worrying over the whole Ja Cuze thing. But she seems to have herself handled.”
[5:55:55 PM] Sanura: Sanura arches a brow not knowing when she’d been seemingly assigned such by Uncle? she shrugs and her gaze is fixed upon Alejandro.
[5:56:03 PM] ST: Again, Alejandro shrugs. “Miss Simon would know better than I.”
[5:57:06 PM] Sanura: She nods her head slightly and smiles a little “fair enough I thought you might have some insight is all”
[5:58:52 PM] ST: He smiles wryly once more. “I am… not very good with children. Miss Simon has more insight than me.”
[6:00:36 PM] Sanura: Sanura nods her head softly to that “Alright not a problem” she purses her lips softly and smiles then “I’ve got much to do tommorow then” she glances to her mother “would you like to visit the camp again?” she questions, an invitation but it’s given lightly as if it’s expected that Bastet will be to busy for such things.
[6:02:05 PM] ST: Bastet considers this for a moment. “I would, but I cannot afford to spend much more time here.”
[6:02:24 PM] Sanura: Sanura nods softly “I’ll tell Lance you say hello” she winks playfully and then chuckles.
[6:02:52 PM] ST: The goddess smirks. Isis raises an eyebrow.
Small Talk with the Olympians
[12:11:34 PM] Harry: So. Harry finally has a chance of really having a sit down with his Dad, and the lovely Nike.
[12:12:20 PM] Harry: He sits down, and looks over at Hermes. “So, how long do I have before you dart off again? Maybe time enough for a talk?”
[12:12:41 PM | Edited 12:13:49 PM] Harry: All of the bowing and formal language from before…gone.
[12:14:20 PM] ST: Hermes points to himself with an inquisitive look as if saying ‘Me?’, then says, “Sure. Got a bit of time. Not like Zeus is after me.”
Nike stifles a snicker but tries to play it off by clearing her throat.
[12:16:34 PM] Harry: “Okay, so, let’s start with the easy stuff that we really didn’t get to go over because of said lightning and panic before. I’ve been using and abusing every square inch of godhood, but there’s not so much of a job requirements list here, Pop. And it’s clear, finally, that running with these other gods is nothing like running with my mortal teammates. We’re often in over our heads, and I’m not so much carrying the team on my back, as barely staying out front.”
[12:17:48 PM] Harry: “Is Alejandro’s team idea kosher with the family? Should I be focusing more on my mortal life, or less? Seems like I haven’t been called for missing a single practice or match or commercial shoot…”
[12:18:46 PM] Harry: He sighs, opening another wine cooler. “Basically, what am I -supposed- to be doing?”
[12:28:03 PM] ST: Hermes exchanges a look with Nike, who motions to Harry, as if saying ‘Go on.’ He turns back to his son and says, “That’s up to Fate. And I can’t tell you what it wants from you. Only what the rest of the family wants. Which you already know.” Hermes pauses, takes a breath, and slows himself down. “See, when it comes to Fate, mortals are in the background. The more mortal you are, the less clear your path. And you’re still pretty mortal. Hate to say it. Wish I could give you something better.”
[12:30:36 PM] Harry: “I mean, do I need to be prepping to go give Putin the bird at the next Olympics, or blowing it off to kick monster and/or crazy kidnapper ass?”
[12:31:32 PM] ST: Hermes shrugs. “Both?”
[12:36:58 PM] Harry: “Okay. Not really an answer…but I get it, no easy answer to be had. I assume the whole thing with the ambrosia is an indicator that Zeus and the family had signed off on the all-star team thing we’re doing here. Now, this Panaretos thing. It sounded familiar.”
[12:38:30 PM] Harry: “Almost blew past me, till I saw Angela’s face when you said it. It sounds like the name her old teacher contact I didn’t trust for shit gave her, the day the mooks with machine guns tried to kill us.”
[12:39:22 PM] ST: Hermes nods. “Angie said as much, earlier.”
[12:40:39 PM] Malif: Malif sits down nearby after having returned from the kitchen. “Did someone say Panaretos?”
[12:42:53 PM] Harry: Harry nods. “Yeah, the creepy professor Angela met with during the hunt for the kidnapped kids, he used the name. Whether as a last name or a codename, I didn’t really catch it.”
[12:45:49 PM] ST: The god motions to the office/comm room. “She’s in there. Said something about tracking down his cellphone signal.”
[12:46:51 PM] Malif: Malif smiles. “That’s our hacker!”
[12:47:46 PM] Harry: “Now, last we saw him, he was alive. So, here’s my assumption. Creepy professor, creepy priest, Hyena face. I’m assuming they’re all ins on this whole kidnapping and indoctrination ring.”
[12:48:06 PM] Harry: “And creepy professor’s the only one we think is still alive.”
[12:48:42 PM] Malif: “I’m sure he’s just brimming with information that he’d love to give us.” Malif grins slyly.
[12:49:47 PM] ST: Hermes nods and puts on his listening face.
[12:50:41 PM] Harry: “Now, we have three hyenas in the back, one that might be more than willing to rat on this Order, assuming we can get her speaking English or someone in here speaking Hyena.”
[12:51:17 PM] Harry: “Maybe then we can see if this assumption pans out.”
[12:53:16 PM] Malif: “Oh if she can speak, she’ll be QUITE willing to tell us all kinds of things. I assure you.”
[12:54:35 PM] Harry: “In the meantime, I’m thinking between Angela’s surprising hacker talents and actually having met the guy, we’ll be on his trail soon.”
[12:55:33 PM] Malif: “Seems likely, she knows what she’s doing.”
[12:57:30 PM] Harry: “So, in the meantime, we need to go gather Soggy Britches, and regroup. Maybe he managed to wrap the case without slapping that bitch though a building…”
[1:00:16 PM] Malif: “Not that you’d be upset if he did do that?”
[1:00:57 PM] Harry: "Not at all, she’s somewhere between “completely deserves it” and “Would probably do her some good”."
[1:02:04 PM] Harry: “I’m actually starting to get used to the guy.”
[1:02:43 PM] Malif: Malif chuckles. “Woah there, let’s not get carried away. If you and Vic stop fighting, the world might fall apart!”
[1:03:34 PM] Harry: “Well, when he stops wrecking my cars, endangering my sister and putting me through walls…maybe we’ll bury the hatchet entirely.”
[1:04:38 PM] Sanura: Sanura mean while is lounging and petting her pet and guardian. Keeping an eye out for Mark because .. it’d be pretty awful for Abel and Jeff to come face to face with him before explinations have been given. ]I don’t know what else to do heh [
[1:05:44 PM] Malif: “Just don’t let him bury the hatchet in you.”
[1:06:38 PM] Harry: “Well, it is his turn to try.” He takes a long swig of his drink.
[1:08:55 PM] Harry: “Okay, what else did I want to talk to you about…whole damned month has been like a blur…OH! I remember now.”
[1:09:39 PM] Harry: “Which name are you actually using, Hermes or Mercury?”
[1:10:43 PM | Edited 1:10:51 PM] Harry: “Or is there actually two of you?”
[1:13:26 PM] ST: “Just me, as far as I know.” Hermes shrugs. “Call me whatever you like. Just don’t call me late for dinner.” He chuckles, then clears his throat as Nike gives him a flat look. “I use the name that gets around more. This age, Hermes. Once upon a time, Mercury. Also Turms.”
[1:14:14 PM] ST: “Estruscan. Not very well known. But I like it. Easy to pun.”
[1:14:26 PM] Sanura: Sanura gives a faint snort at the gods feble joke, finding humor in the lameness.
[1:14:46 PM] Harry: “I was just thinking…”Harry" or “Herman” even, ain’t exactly a great name for an Olympian god…"
[1:14:55 PM] Malif: Malif grins. “I’m not sure Hermes will ever be late for anything.”
[1:16:11 PM] Harry: “And if you’re not using Mercury professionally…figured I’d use it once it matters. Already what the announcers yell…” He grins, realizing a little of his Alabama accent snuck out.
[1:18:20 PM] ST: “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” warns Nike, with a smile tinged with the hints of a dare. “You have to survive long enough to earn your place in Olympus first.”
[1:20:59 PM] Harry: Harry grins and shrugs. “Figured I’d be polite and ask. I mean, I could introduce myself as Junior and get laughed off the Mount…”
[1:22:33 PM] Malif: “I’m not sure introducing yourself as Mercury on Olympus would be a great idea.”
[1:23:00 PM] Harry: Harry jumps up and bows with a sweep, “Hail Zeus, I am Herman, son of Hermes, but folks back home call me Junior. Ya’ll got any grits ’round here?”
[1:23:47 PM] Malif: XD
[1:23:52 PM] Sanura: Sanura snorts softly again “Oh I’m sure they’ll all be charmed senseless”
[1:24:26 PM] ST: This elicits a snicker from Hermes and a grin from Nike. “I’m sure Hera will /love/ that,” says the goddess of victory.
[1:25:35 PM] Harry: He chuckles, and sits back down. “Just saying, it lacks a certain grandeur.”
[1:26:00 PM] Malif: “I don’t think they’re terribly fond of grits up there.”
Harry and Angela
[9:40:02 PM] Harry: Harry, in his day-off clothes, (currently a Team Loki shirt and track shorts), taps on Angela’s door.
[9:42:22 PM] ST: The door to the comm/intel room (where Angela was last seen headed, to track down Panaretos) is slightly ajar, with the telltale glow of monitor light peeking through, accented by the fact that the lights are out in there. There’s no response to Harry’s knocking except the takka takka of computer keys.
[9:43:59 PM] Harry: “Hey, Angie, you decent?”
[9:45:30 PM] ST: There’s a moment or two before there’s a response. “Huh? Oh. Yeah. I don’t compute in the buff or anything.”
[9:45:49 PM] Harry: Harry steps in, and looks for a seat.
[9:52:21 PM] ST: Upon entering, he’ll see her: knees drawn up and arms reaching across to type away at her laptop’s keyboard, eyes flicking between her notebook and the numerous monitors on the wall. It’s like the freakin’ Matrix, with indiscernable code quickly scrolling up on a fair number of the screens, and Google Maps in one corner. Angela’s clearly in her element here, hands a blur on the poor keyboard, whose letters have all been worn away. A seat is certainly easy enough to find in this office-like space.
[9:54:13 PM] Harry: Harry pulls it up and settles in to watch for a minute, giving her time to find a stopping point. Once it seems like she’s got things at the pace she wants, he speaks. “So, status report. What have we got, and treat me like I wasn’t at the meeing with your contact. I want the whole feed.”
[10:00:03 PM] ST: Angela stops typing as Harry speaks, staring at the desk as she draws herself out of her almost meditative trance so that his words can sink in. During this time the scrolling code stops. She rubs her eyes and says, “Hold on.” She takes a deep breath and tiny blue lines of electricity crackle from her fingers and speed to all the computers present. The screens flicker very slightly, and the scrolling code starts again as she pulls her hands away from her computer and swivels to face Harry, putting her feet on the ground. “Say that again?” (( Wireless Interface ))
[10:02:02 PM] Harry: “I want you to catch me up on what you’ve pegged down about the Order, Panaretos, all of it, and then I want to hear your theories.”
[10:07:45 PM] ST: Angela ticks off her fingers. “The Order: fuckwads who kidnap children, commit arson, and murder my friends. Panaretos: creepy psychologist dude who’s apparently part of it or something.” Her gaze grows distant briefly. One of the computers dings and another code-filled window opens on one of the screens. “Hah! Score one for Delphi!” She clears her throat. “I don’t get why he gave us the information that he did. I mean. It was all good, every last bit of it. Then again, three of us died and two of us were imprisoned. So I guess he was trying to gain our trust, and then handing over intel to Father Pedo.”
[10:09:05 PM] ST: “As for the Order… Well, they were definitely trying to turn these kids against their divine parents.”
[10:09:43 PM] Harry: Harry nods. “Okay, that much we all know. What has the research gotten you on it so far?”
[10:13:22 PM] ST: “I literally cannot find /anything/ about this… Order of Divine Glory. Yet. What I’m trying to do right now is track down Panaretos’s phone via satellite. I still have the number he gave us.”
[10:14:54 PM] ST: “I’m beginning to believe that, if there’s any information to be found about them anywhere, it’s protected by software way above my paygrade. Possibly even divine software. Which has got to be a thing.”
[10:15:09 PM] ST: “I’m gonna make it a thing if it’s not.”
[10:17:17 PM] Harry: "Okay, let’s assume that maybe it’s not a thing. Maybe it’s a nickname. I’m not going to find info on Dennis Rodman by searching for “dickhead”, no matter how accurate." He ponders for a moment. “Okay, apart from this phone target, what are your expectations? What seems in your reach?”
[10:21:33 PM | Edited 10:21:52 PM] ST: Angela huffs a little. “Give me some credit. I’m a fourth-degree black belt in Google-fu, thank you very much. I’ve been searching for reports of more serial kidnappings, strange occurrences, unusual bodies turning up or whatever. Problem is it’s really hard to pick out what’s tabloid-style bullshit and what’s real. It would be awesome if I could somehow… like… see Fate lines or some such… You know? I mean, there’s magic spells to see it in real life, according to Dad. So why not over the internet?”
[10:24:48 PM] Harry: “Doesn’t seem too outrageous to imagine. Neil Gaiman proposed a new age of gods, of things like TV. Who the fuck knows what’s possible for us?” He shrugs. “Prophecy and Fate and seeing things from miles away, doesn’t seem like much of a stretch. But with the tricks you’ve figured out now…unless they make a move, we’re looking at this guy Panaretos as our main target.”
[10:28:24 PM] ST: “Not much of a lead,” Angela mumbles, her expression falling a little. She turns back to the screens, eyeing them. “He said it himself: the number he gave us was for a disposable cellphone. If he had half a brain, he would’ve dumped it by now…. But I guess… it’s something.”
[10:30:01 PM] Harry: He nods. “So…looks like both me and Dad are in your corner to be cranked up too…”
[10:34:01 PM] ST: Angela falls silent. The screens flicker once more. After a moment she clears her throat. “Thanks. Really. I…” She trails off and tries a different angle. “But it’s okay. I’m just… not worthy. Straight from the horse’s mouth. Nobody can change that but me.” Her back’s still turned to Harry.
[10:34:53 PM] Harry: “Yet. I mean, shit, you’ve got tricks before me, some I still haven’t figured out. That computer interface, for instance.”
[10:35:33 PM] Harry: “I did want to ask though…are you healed up now? Properly?”
[10:39:32 PM] ST: “Yeah, but I’m no Olympic athlete. I mean. Nike didn’t even know who the hell I was.” She draws her knees up once more and rests her chin on them. “Mostly. The bruises are still there but they don’t hurt when poked anymore. Still kind of look nasty, though.”
[10:42:55 PM] Harry: “Okay. You have five minutes. Let wifey-poo know you’re going out, and get some shoes that can put up with the shit we do, and you and I are going running. I want to see where we stand against each other, then, we’re starting work on your gear. Also…happy something.” He vanishes in a burst of wind, and in a moment, he’s back, holding a pair of amber racing glasses and a white ski mask-like piece of heat resistant flex armor, such as one might wear if concerned about catching fire inside a racecar.
[10:50:52 PM] Harry: (in white)
[10:51:44 PM] Harry: (goggles)
[10:53:03 PM] ST: “Wi—ah… she’s not… we’re not…” The code speeds and halts in fits as Angela fumbles over her words and turns tentatively to face Harry again. But that train of thought is quickly derailed as she eyes the glasses and the mask. One-by-one the windows on the screens close. She quickly snaps her laptop shut and speeds into her bedroom, speeding out not two breaths later with a pair of running shoes on, the glasses and mask in her hands just as suddenly as they were in Harry’s.
[10:54:28 PM] Harry: Harry grins. “Knew that’d get your ass moving.” He gets up, and gets dressed in his speedster gear.
[11:01:16 PM] ST: Angela practically dances circles around Harry like a little puppy. “Oh, oh, I found this really cool costume idea I want to show you but when we get back okay where are we going this time can we go farther than just to Millbrae?”
[11:03:23 PM] Harry: Harry steps out in a tailored, multilayered textured Kevlar bit, done in red, with yellow accents, with matching longcoat, belt, gloves and boots. Where the paintball mask was before, there is now a striped, one-way plexiglass mask, with a pair of stylized backswept golden wings.
[11:04:07 PM] ST: “Whoaaaaaaaaa…”
[11:05:27 PM] Harry: “Ballistic cloth, fireproof, eliminates all roadrash, the mask completely keeps the eyes and breathing clear. Figured it was time for an upgrade anyway.”
[11:06:52 PM] Harry: “Even matches the shoes.” He gives a sweeping bow, since his face is completely obscured now.
[11:07:48 PM] Harry: “First one to the Oregon State Line buys the other one a Starbuck’s.”
[11:08:52 PM] ST: Angela grins and settles into a racing stance. “Ready whenever you are.”
[11:10:33 PM] Harry: Harry gets down into a track stance. “Call it.”
[11:11:33 PM] Harry: (Mask like middle, grey stripe is gold, goes back into wings.)
[11:13:01 PM] ST: “On your mark… get set… wait for it… GO!” And Angela’s gone, a golden Tron-line fading quickly in her wake.
[11:14:12 PM] Harry: (Outfit like so, black→red, purple→gold)
[11:16:05 PM] Harry: Harry gives her a whole four seconds, letting his power build…lightning crackling over his body…shedding the tiresome bonds of physics… then fires off after her. Just to be a little of a dick…he doesn’t rein in his contrail as he speeds out of the building at 613 mph.
[11:17:45 PM] ST: (( Looks like Angela’s broke ass is getting broke-r. ))
[11:19:32 PM] Harry: It’s not more than another second before Harry’s caught up, and he idles alongside her. “You’re faster than before.”
[11:22:27 PM] ST: Angela looks at him, looks behind her at the distance he just traveled to catch up to her, and then before her again as she nearly hits a car. Once she lands from her instinctive leap over it, she says, “You don’t know how stir-crazy I’ve been. Being injured sucks.”
[11:24:07 PM] ST: “0 out of 10, would not recommend.”
[11:25:04 PM] Harry: “Had a feeling. Figured getting out and pushing the envelope for the fuck of it would help…plus, I was wanting to see how your powers were advancing. I think I’m glad I didn’t race you again before the ambrosia…you might have beat me.”
[11:27:38 PM] ST: Angela tries to stifle her smile. “Oh c’mon. You don’t have to cheer me up.” She’s also clearly not sweating or out of breath, like she would’ve been not long ago.
[11:28:41 PM] Harry: “No, seriously, you’re about where I was when I was slugging it out with Victor. I can tell…you’ve caught up to where I was.”
[11:30:17 PM] ST: “Well, look at you.” She’s leaning heavily into her running, clearly at her peak effort, whereas Harry clearly isn’t. “I’m not the one getting free coffee today.”
[11:30:41 PM | Edited 11:30:47 PM] ST: “Probably better that way. You don’t want to see me on caffeine.”
[11:31:00 PM] Harry: He chuckles… “So, have you figured out the running on air at full speed yet? Took the ambrosia to get me over that hurdle…”
[11:35:10 PM] ST: “What, you couldn’t before?” asks Angela, punctuating her point by springing into the air with a brief gust of wind beneath her feet and smoothly picking up her running stride in the air above the building tops. Drops of melted rubber splatter down to the streets and on various cars before the soles of her shoes are quickly cooled by the winds.
[11:36:18 PM] Harry: He grins, and runs up the side of a building, then lets the dash take him onward, until he catches up again. “Nope. I could fly, but I couldn’t get the traction I needed to keep up the speed.”
[11:39:35 PM] ST: His grin is matched by hers as she exults in the thrill of flight. “Hah! Good. Looks like I’ll have a bigger chance at proving Grandpa wrong!”
[11:41:45 PM] Harry: “You’ve got the skills, sis. It’s just right place, right time. And it looks like you’re ready for the big leagues again…”
[11:45:16 PM] ST: Her grin grows broader. Though it’s not visible from under the mask, it’s clear in her voice. “Are you kidding? I was born ready. Being impaled was just a minor setback.”
[11:48:42 PM] Harry: “Well, congrats. You’re off the bench. Now…see ya in Ashland, Oregon. I’ll have a drink waiting!” With that…he -tears- off, top speed.
Sanura and the Boys
[2:35:12 PM] ST: Hormones indeed! Looks like Bastet’s pregnancy would be paying off for Jeff and Abel, who had BOTH been invited into Sanura’s room. After exchanging a look with each other (and a smug smile and nod from Jeff), they both romped up the stairs like puppies. Rather, Jeff did the romping. Abel, having served as a seat for Sanura (his hair still mussed from her petting), appears pretty mellow and not in a big hurry.
[2:36:31 PM] Sanura: She snorts softly at his assumption and glances to Abel, “-you- don’t seriously think I’d go that route do you?” she questions as she stands and offers him a hand up. “We need to talk” she murmurs before making her own way towards the stairs and her own room.
[2:38:14 PM] ST: Abel simply shrugs in response before rising to follow.
[2:39:00 PM] Sanura: She sighs and rolls her eyes softly as she lets herself and the two fellows into her room. “Have a seat and don’t touch the bunny” she warns them as she moves to sit in front of her dressing table facing the bed.
[2:41:44 PM] ST: Crook slips into the room last, quiet and stealthy as ever. He hops up on the dresser and seats himself, keeping an eye on the two. If he still had a tail, it’d be swishing across the top.
[2:44:21 PM] ST: Jeff reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. Abel whaps his arm with the back of his hand.
Abel nods to Sanura.
[2:44:44 PM] Sanura: Sanura takes a breath and tries to present an air of calm. She glances to Jeff and then Abel and in an even tone. “I’ve brought you here because I’ve got some bad news to tell you” she starts as she crosses one leg over the other and rests her wrist on her knee, partly to give them a moment to gather themselves and partly because she felt uncomfortable breaking such sensitive news.
[2:47:16 PM] ST: Jeff considers the implications of this for a moment. “Wait. You brought us into your bedroom… to give us bad news.” He thinks for a moment. “This some sort of weird foreplay?”
[2:49:21 PM] ST: Abel whaps Jeff again. “What? She could be into that whole Munchausen-by-proxy shit or whatever. Whatever works.”
[2:49:49 PM] Sanura: She sighs softly and smiles faintly though it’s marred by a certain shine to her eyes that indicates she’s holding back tears. “I almost wish it was something.. utterly strange like that” she notes softly as she reaches out and takes each of their hands. “Guys.. I’ve got to tell you that.. Mark.. is dead.. we don’t know how or who.. only that he’s deceased.” she squeezes their hands lightly and waits for what reaction will come.
[2:54:37 PM | Edited 2:55:57 PM] ST: Abel simply stares at her, half-stunned, half-disbelieving. Jeff, on the other hand, tenses suddenly. He gives a tentative smile that has no hint of humor, as if hoping it were some sort of joke. “Okay, I don’t know what kind of freaky shit you’re into, but that kills the mood for me.”
[2:56:25 PM] Sanura: She sighs softly and shakes her head as she realeases their hands and straightens. She brushes an errant tear from her cheek and looks to him. “I’m sorry guys.. I should have protected him .. I shouldn’t have left him alone and .. I’m really so very sorry” she scrubs at her eyes and does a number on her make-up in the process but prevents more tears from falling as before she looks to them, trying to judge if they can handle the next part of it.
[3:09:58 PM] ST: Abel’s eyes search the ground for… what, he doesn’t know. Something, anything to process these words, these emotions, these tears.
Jeff backs away, his not-really-a-smile fading. He finds himself backed against the dresser, with Crook looming over him. He looks back to Sanura, shaking his head. “No, this can’t be real. Fuckin’ weird fuckin’ shit. Too much for me, lady. C’mon Abel, my high’s fucked. Let’s go get some beers.” He turns to leave the room, grabbing Abel by the upper arm.
Abel yanks his arm back, almost as if in repulsion, and gives Jeff an odd look. “Jeff, /shut up/ and /listen/. She’s in fuckin’ /tears/ right now. Mark’s fuckin’ /dead/. /Murdered/.”
This stops Jeff in his tracks. Though Sanura can only see him from behind, his shoulders drop. He’s not saying anything, but he’s also not going anywhere.
[3:12:56 PM] Sanura: She closes her eyes and tilts her head back looking up at the ceiling a moment before she takes a steadying breath. "That.. isn’t the end of it guys.. please.. sit down.. " she requests though she continues to speak even if they refuse to do so. "He’s dead.. but.. he’s been.. " she frowns “I don’t know what was done to him but he’s… walking around.. and.. I don’t know how much of your friend is still in there.. but he’s been given over to Mike’s.. um.. care” she tries to phrase it as gently as she can but she didn’t know just how Mike was able to have his friend as a.. tool.
[3:20:03 PM] ST: Jeff doesn’t turn to seek a seat. Instead, he puts a hand on the doorway and leans heavily against it for support. Abel furrows his brow in equal parts stifled grief and puzzlement at Sanura’s words. He shakes his head, not quite understanding how Mark could be dead and still be walking around. But then he turns his gaze to the side as he recalls Mike summoning zombies to fight the hyena-things. The blood drains from his face as he remembers, and he sinks onto the bed, absolutely stunned and completely unsure of how to react.
[3:24:23 PM] Sanura: She heaves a sigh "I wish I could tell you one way or the other if he’s… in there but I haven’t had a chance to.. " she pauses and the murmurs a soft curse. "you’ll see it when you see him.. he can’t speak.. " she rubs her hand down her face. “his lips were sewn shut.. I’m assuming his tongue is gone as well.. because a simple sewing of the lips could be snipped away easily enough I’d imagine. I don’t know much about this sort of thing at all so.. I really just wanted to warn you guys so you didn’t just.. -see- him that way.” She adjusts her posture again her feet planted on the floor and he elbows at her knees as she rests her face in her hands. “I’m really sorry” she mumbles softly into her hands. Guilty already she felt it even more sorely at the stunned and pained reaction of the band mates. She never should have left him with Alejandra, she should have made sure he was safe.
[3:30:22 PM] ST: Silence fills the room. Crook hops off the dresser and onto the bed beside Sanura, butting her once, gently.
[3:31:36 PM] Sanura: She looks over and reaches out to brush her fingers over the felines broad head. Her gaze moving to Jeff and Abel, trying to gauge how they’re handling this.. trying to think of some way to ease the blow but having no way of doing so.
[3:37:59 PM] ST: Crook pushes his head into her hand and climbs under her arm into her lap, silently offering his support.
Abel is just staring at the floor, supporting his head with a hand, his face contorted with bereavement that he’s clearly trying to hold back and his eyes beginning to well.
The silence is broken when Jeff sniffs and says, very softly, “I’m getting a beer.” He leaves the room, without waiting for a response… and without waiting for Abel.
[3:42:46 PM] Sanura: Sanura watches him go sighs as she reaches over and with one arm around Crook she reaches her other hand to take Abels free hand. "It’s… " she sighs and hangs her head as she just squeezes his hand. She can’t even tell him it will be alright because frankly she doesn’t even know. Was Mark in that body trapped? Unable to even cry out in pain or misery? Was he in some under or overworld? She didn’t know and she pauses as she tries to decide who might. Those who delt in death were gone but.. perhaps Isis would know. She gently nudges Crook from her lap and leans over to give Abel a hug. “I want to go see if I can learn more about.. the.. situation.. you can stay here for the night if you want.. or if you need to go find Jeff I understand. Just let me know how I can help ok?”
[3:45:29 PM] Sanura: [I hope i’m not making to much of this or making it to complicated, it just seems like the proper way to react to such a thing. This guy isn’t an enemy or stranger.. he’s a friend that’s been.. killed and gods know what else..]
[3:45:48 PM | Edited 3:45:58 PM] ST: (( No, it’s a perfectly legitimate way to address the sitation. ))
[3:52:44 PM] ST: At first Abel is rigid, not seeming to react to the hug, but then he loses it and leans into the embrace, shedding a couple tears as he does so. Human contact is one of the greatest comforts… but it’s over before long. Abel wipes an eye with the back of his hand and sniffles a little, nodding after she speaks.
Crook hops off the bed, waiting patiently for Sanura.
[3:55:53 PM] Sanura: She hugs him lightly as he cries and pets his back soothingly. She wipes her fingers across her cheek a few times to dash away her own tears before they drop onto him. As he nods she releases him and bends to press a light kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be back in a little bit if you decide you want to wait around, just give me a call if you don’t ok? Let me know you’re safe and .. if you find Jeff him too” she squeezes his shoulder before exiting the room to seak out Isis if she could find her.
[4:02:00 PM] ST: Isis can indeed be easily found, sharing a joke with the other gods. She looks up as Sanura approaches her, and her expression quickly fades into knowing concern as she sees the smeared makeup. “Oh, child,” she breathes, before excusing herself, rising, and drawing Sanura outside. “What’s wrong? Would you like me to get Bastet?”
[4:04:42 PM] Sanura: She walks with the goddess and gives a soft shake of her head. “Not unless Mom knows about zombies?” she questions as she tries to fix her make-up a little without the aid of her mirror. “I was wondering if you have any clue about the being that’s been given to Mikes care.. he was an aquaintance of mine and a friend to Abel and Jeff. I broke the news of his death but I couldn’t even asure them that their friend wasn’t suffering..” she shakes her head. “I don’t even know if he’s in his body or.. what.. I was hoping you might have some idea even though he’s not of your creation?”
[4:19:08 PM] ST: The goddess draws back a little, thoughtful. “That… being… is a, mmm, ‘hungry ghost,’ I believe.” She pauses as comprehension overcomes her and she clearly is hesitant to continue. “Ah, yes, a jikininki, a… I suppose you could say Japanese spirit. He is… yes, he’s there.” Isis offers a pained look of sympathy to Sanura. “But he doesn’t want to be.” She continues. “Jikininki are ravenous creatures… cursed with a constant craving for dead human flesh… almost always with a repulsion for their own existence.”
[4:21:06 PM] Sanura: She nods her understanding though her features register her pain and revulsion at such a fate. “Gods.. does Mike know that’s happened to his friend? Is there some way to set him free of this?” she runs her hands back through her hair and musses it from where she’d fixed it earlier after baking. “He can’t stay that way.. he was a good guy.. a little annoying but.. I mean he doesn’t deserve this”
[4:25:14 PM] ST: Isis nods. “The segaki. A ritual, best performed by an experienced Buddhist priest.”
[4:26:56 PM] Sanura: She gives a faint nod of her head. “I’ll have to find one then” She tilts her head “and if Mike objects he can go sit on a tack” she looks to Isis “thank you for the help, it’s .. it’s better now that I know how to fix this.” she nods softly to the Goddess.
[4:30:21 PM] ST: Isis gives Sanura another concerned look. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
[4:31:20 PM] Sanura: She pauses “I.. yeah ..it’s not as if he was a great friend to me.. just .. I was responsible for him.. he was a mortal under my watch and I left him .. and this happened..” she murmurs. “I never should have left him”
[4:38:11 PM] ST: “If you pick up a handful of sand, a few grains will always slip between your fingers.” Isis rests a hand on Sanura’s shoulder. “Not even Bastet can firmly grasp her handfuls of sand, though she’s better at it than the rest of us.” She offers a reassuring smile. “But sand lost always returns to its place in the dunes.”
[4:40:33 PM] Sanura: Sanura sighs softly and gives a small nod to that. “I’m going to make sure this grain finds it’s resting place” she murmurs as she reaches up and squeezes the hand on her shoulder. “Thank you, for everything” she smiles faintly to the goddess and then seems to buck up some. “Now .. I’ve got a preist to find.. I wonder if you can google that sort of thing..”
[4:43:35 PM] ST: “Don’t make a habit of chasing these grains, lest you get lost in the desert yourself,” cautions Isis. “Don’t forget: you have an important task.”
[4:45:31 PM] Sanura: She pauses but nods “I know.. but.. he’s important to Able and Jeff and those two knuckle heads.. well I like them.. and it’s not a single grain it’s three people I know who are suffering..”
[4:49:02 PM] ST: A wistful, sad smile crossses Isis’s lips at these words, at Sanura’s conviction. “As you say, child. Good luck.”
[4:50:15 PM] Sanura: She nods “thank you” giving a small tight smile as she does indeed attempt to google the information needed. Searching for Buddhist Temples, Preists .. trying to find one that seems likely for the task.
[7:40:21 PM] Sanura: Sanura returns from a breif meeting with Isis. She’s looking a little worse for wear, her hair mussed and her make-up around her eyes smudged. She’s been crying and she still looks troubled. She sits down across from Mike. “I’ve told Abel and Jeff about Mark.” she murmurs softly.
[7:41:51 PM] Mike: Mike’s playing abruptly stops as he hears this… he blinks a few times, taking a small breath… “How’d they take it?”
[7:42:34 PM] Sanura: she heaves a great sigh. “They’re devistated.. and I couldn’t even say he wasn’t suffering.. I didn’t know…” she pauses “he is suffering Mike.. did you know that?”
[7:43:13 PM] Mike: Mike grits his teeth at that… “I know…”
[7:44:05 PM] Sanura: She paused “Well if we can find a buddhist priest he can be released and his suffering ended. I’m going to start trying to find one” she’s not asking his permission on this, she’s just letting him know.
[7:44:32 PM] Mike: Mike looks at Sanura. “How do you know about that?”
[7:45:28 PM] Sanura: “I was worried about him.. and Abel and Jeff as well. I went to Isis and asked her” she frowns “I don’t want him suffering through this any longer than he must.”
[7:47:59 PM] Mike: Mike sighs, nodding sadly. “I understand… but… while he may be suffering, I’m pretty sure he’d want to find the person responsible for his suffering, and make sure they paid dearly for it…”
[7:48:50 PM] Mike: “So… I won’t stop you from finding a Priest… but at the same time, I beg you to wait until we can find the culprit and let Mark take him out.”
[7:49:43 PM] Sanura: She frowns softly to that “do you realize that he hungers for human flesh?” she stands “and while he -may- wish for vengence I know that seeing him like this is going to rip Abel and Jeff in half.. they didn’t sign up for this shit.. I’m not waiting”
[7:51:33 PM] Mike: Mike gulps at that… “Well… then I’m kinda glad his mouth is sewn shut…” He sighs… “Fine… but I’m not gonna be the one to tell him. You’re doing this for him, you’re gonna tell him what you’re doing.”
[7:53:40 PM] Sanura: Sanura gives a firm nod of her head. “where is he?” she paused "if he can even process the thought.. I’ll ask him what he wishes.. if his desire for vengence is that strong then… I’ll try and explain to Abel and Jeff.. " clearly she’d taken over the care of those two despite their long time association with Mike.
[7:55:58 PM] Mike: Mike grimaces… “He is in there, I know he is… you may think he can’t process thought, but I can tell. He’s in there.” He points to another part of the place then stands up. “He’s over there. I’m going out for a bit… need to clear my head…” He then leaves Sanura to speak with Mark, heading outside to walk the streets.
[8:00:03 PM] Sanura: Sanura rises and moves to go find Mark, she knew he was in there but she wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to process the ideas she was about to present to him.
Sanura and Mark
[8:13:06 PM] ST: After searching high and low for Mark, Sanura finally finds him outside as he drops silently from the roof, landing in a shadowy crouch right before her. As he rises, some of the shadows peel away, but not enough to get a good look at him. He’s utterly, eerily still. Expectant silence fills the night air. Sanura’s keen sense of smell is offended by a faint aroma of death and rot.
[8:14:54 PM] Sanura: Sanura does her best to not grimace and offers him a faint smile. "Hullo there.. " she takes a step forward. “I.. ah wanted to see how you are.. I suppose um.. a thumbs up or down would do..” she notes quietly as she looks at his mouth with sympathy.
[8:24:28 PM | Edited 8:27:40 PM] ST: Deep, raspy chuckles break the silence. It definitely sounds like Mark, except add a few more years of smoking. They’re muffled, though, likely by the fact that his mouth is sewn shut. There’s no warmth, no humor to the chuckling, but neither is there bitterness. No, it’s simply cold… and maybe a little sad. He steps forward a little more into the light. It washes over him in bits before it’s covered again by shadow, revealing deathly gray skin, patches of wispy hair, shriveled flesh over bones, stitching over his mouth and heart. But, when he takes a final step into the direct beam of dim light, he appears as he did before death, whole and hale. He’s stuck up his two thumbs and paired it with a very flat, sarcastic smile.
[8:30:03 PM] Sanura: She tilts her head slightly to one side and shoves his shoulder lightly. “Alright I know that was a stupid question” she mutters. “Good to know you’re still a smart ass” she notes softly. “Listen.. I don’t know why Mike is ok with you being stuck this way but.. I’m not” she pauses. “I want to find a priest to set you free, you’ll be missed but I know your friends would rather you not suffer this way.” she shakes her head “I would rather you not suffer this way.. so the question I have is, would you rather I find the priest and bring him to you as soon as I’m able.. or do you want to wait and have your chance at vengence. It is entirely your choice.”
[8:33:27 PM] ST: Mark’s sarcastic smile fades into a resigned expression. He shakes his head.
[8:34:19 PM] Sanura: She quirks a brow "So that’s a ‘get me the fuck out of this meat suit?’ "
[8:37:37 PM] ST: He shakes his head, a little more vigorously this time. Furrowing his brow, he considers how to elaborate. Finally, he grabs Sanura’s wrist and pulls her back inside towards the bathroom. Though he was decently strong in life, in death his strength has become supernatural, but he’s not being forceful about it.
[8:38:26 PM] Sanura: Sanura erks softly and goes with as she’s tugged along. “Should have brought pen and paper, my bad” she mutters.
[8:42:07 PM] ST: Once there, he turns the light on, releases Sanura, and taps the mirror with a knuckle. He raises his brows as if saying, ‘You follow me so far?’
[8:43:31 PM] Sanura: Sanura looks at the mirror and pauses. “Mikes actual Mother?”
[8:48:09 PM] ST: He thinks a moment, then nods. Then with his left hand, he pantomimes ripping his heart out, bending his fingers in and out again slightly to mime it beating for extra emphasis. Then, making a big show of it, he transfers the imaginary heart from his left to his right, then moves the pretend organ to the mirror. Then he looks again at Sanura.
[8:48:33 PM] Sanura: His mother did this to you?!
[8:49:08 PM] ST: In frustration he shakes his head, then re-pantomimes the transfer of his imaginary heart from his left to his right hand to the mirror.
[8:51:06 PM] Sanura: She heaves a sigh and actually relaxes a little at that because she couldn’t actually bitch slap a goddess but she would have been hard pressed not to try. “Right ok so.. someone else took your heart and gave it to her?” she guesses again before pausing “wait you know what.. this is dumb one sec” She exits the bathroom and returns with pencil and paper. “Here”
[8:59:14 PM] Sanura: [much less fun for me cause guessing haha.. but much more logical]
[9:01:42 PM] ST: He looks to the ceiling in relief. Grabbing the pencil and paper he scribbles furiously. On the first word, however, it’s like he suddenly forgot how to control the pressure he puts on the paper. He drags a tear through the paper, stops, tries again, and it happens again. Tenatively, he makes a scribble in the corner and manages it just fine. He pauses in thought, then writes beside the tear. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he hands the paper back to Sanura.
“(BIG TEAR) took my heart. Mike’s real mom made a deal to get it then put me back in my body and stitched me up. Sent me through the mirror back to Mike as a gift. You know, like some sort of pet. But she’s got my heart. If I leave this meat suit I go back to her, permanently. And she’s fucking creepy as shit. The rest of her world isn’t any better.”
[9:03:50 PM] Sanura: Grimacing slightly “Fucking fuck” she mutters. “So that’s a damn no go untill we get your heart back .. somehow” she heaves a sigh and then pauses as she turns the paper over “try writing what asshat took your heart again” she wanted to know that part especially because that person was on her list.
[9:05:45 PM] ST: He tries, but only puts another rip in the paper. Finally, he writes: “Part of the deal was I would be forbidden to talk. I guess I know why now.”
[9:08:11 PM] Sanura: She grits her teeth at that and heaves a sigh as she leans against the wall. “I bet it was Alejandra, she was so eager to start ripping hearts out” she mutters as she crosses her arms over her chest. Shaking her head softly she glances to Mark. “Is there anything I can do?”
[9:13:02 PM] ST: Mark thinks a moment, tears off a bit of paper, writes something down, and holds it up to his chest. It’s been torn vaguely in the shape of a heart. “Kiss it to make it better?” His subsequent smile is once again sarcastic.
[9:15:57 PM] Sanura: She smirks faintly to that and ignoring the pungent odor she bends and kisses where his heart should be before giving a careful hug. “I’m sorry this happened, I’m not giving up on your freedom but it looks like it’s going to take a while.”
[9:22:19 PM] ST: He stares at her a moment in astonishment, clearly stunned that she took him seriously. As she hugs him, he relaxes a little—enough to awkwardly return the hug. As they break away, his gaze is on the ground. After a moment, he looks at her, no snark in his expression, and offers her a small but grateful half-smile.
[9:24:43 PM] Sanura: She gives his shoulder a squeeze and smiles slightly. “I’ve let Abel and Jeff know you’re.. gone and.. back as it were.” she pauses “They’ve taken it hard but hopefully knowing you’re still in there will help.” she pauses “I think… for their sakes we’ll play down the.. high level of suck?”
[9:26:47 PM] ST: Mark grimaces slightly, then nods slowly.
[9:28:23 PM] Sanura: She nods some and then smirks “So I think my interest in your well being has given rise to confusion, feel free to play it up and mess with Jeffs head once he’s recovered.”
[9:28:54 PM] ST: He gives her a ‘WTF’ sort of look.
[9:31:25 PM] Sanura: She chuckles a little “everyone sort of gave me this ‘look’ when I was upset about what happened to you, I think they assume I had romantic feelings of some kind.” Eye roll “you are such a twat” pause “or you were, still got it?” she questions
[9:33:58 PM] ST: Mark gives her another look of incredulity. Then he scribbles on the paper. “wait, so no one gave a shit about me BEING FUCKIN DEAD?”
[9:34:24 PM] Sanura: She winces faintly and rubs the back of her neck. “Abel and Jeff cried..” she notes quietly
[9:34:56 PM] Sanura: She mutters “I might have shed a tear” she mutters.. her lack of eye make-up sort of hinting it was more than a single tear.
[9:35:44 PM] ST: He writes a single word on the paper. “Mike?”
[9:36:54 PM] Sanura: She takes a breath "Uh.. he.. was distracted .. new mother figure and all that.. " she paused “I don’t think realized how bad it sucks to be you in there.. he was pretty upset when he found that out.” She doesn’t mention that she had to sus out the information because he could’t be arsed to, Mark doesn’t need that weighing on his heart as well.
[9:40:14 PM] ST: Mark furrows his brow dubiously, then his expression softens and his gaze moves off to the side.
[9:41:24 PM] Sanura: She tilts her head “Hey what’s that look about?” she smiles faintly her expression of interest genuine.
[9:43:59 PM] ST: He hesitates a moment or two before writing his response. “if you can get my heart back I wanna say goodbye to my mom and little sis”
[9:46:04 PM] Sanura: She nods her head slightly “of course” pausing maybe we could.. do some make-up put a surgans mask on you.. I could read what you write.. say you’re sick with something contagious.. so you know they don’t have to know the truth" she paused “maybe you could ‘talk’ to them before saying goodbye .. if we can set it up well.. and you’d want to”
[9:47:54 PM] ST: Mark shakes his head.
[9:48:42 PM] Sanura: She gives a soft nod “I can understand that” she nods softly. “Do you want to come say hi to Abel? let him know you’re still around .. such as it is?”
[9:49:48 PM] ST: Again he shakes his head, softly this time.
[9:50:23 PM] Sanura: She nods “you’re probably going to see him eventually.. those two knuckleheads are sticking around so.. just be ready kay?”
[9:50:38 PM] ST: He nods slightly.
[9:52:15 PM] Sanura: “If you want to write about it or something lame as -that- sounds .. I’ll read” she gives his cheek a soft pat. "I’m going to go turn in.. " she paused “Oh.. by the way, if you see a rabbit in a cage around here don’t let the little bastard out.. if you see him out of the cage… uh try and catch his fuzzy butt”
[9:53:24 PM] ST: Mark gives her an ‘o… kay’ kind of look, but nods.
[9:54:10 PM] Sanura: She grins “That is totally not the weirdest thing you’ve heard” she reminds him as she heads towards her room, in search of her bed and Abel to tell him at least.. part of what she’s learned.