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The Grave of Mythology
Topic Started: June 18, 2012, 10:04 pm (360 Views)
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[All text in brackets is GM-speak. Hear and obey. Initial posts should be your character(s) going about their lives. My second post will get you guys into one group.]

Einar Lang was spending Wednesday afternoon the same way he had spend almost every other Wednesday afternoon of his early retirement: trying not to go crazy from the boredom. He had done all the household chores that he could think of in an attempt to stay busy, but there are only so many times you can clean the gutters or wash the car before it starts making you more crazy than the boredom. Now, the blond giant was sitting in front of the TV, wearing old jeans, a tee shirt, and an embarrassingly fuzzy pair of slippers his mother had given him. As ridiculous looking as they were, they were really comfortable.

Einar flipped idly through channels, skipping past reality show after reality show, pausing for a few minutes at an old game show, before finding an even older monster movie.

He sighed, bored out of his mind, and settled a little deeper into the couch. One of the seat springs made a kind of sproing noise as it gave out.
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"Pitiful, pitiful little worms. Look at what you've allowed our race to become. Weak, useless, relying on machines to build our homes." Sabek spoke harshly, scoffing at the city below. The desert had become far less harsh these days. People dared build their cities at the very heart of it, constructing roads through the dunes that once helped protect these sacred lands. Defiled by these fools. Civilization as a whole was foolish, many forgetting where they come from, who brought them the gifts they now squandered. Not he, no, not Sabek. His life was lived solely to serve his ancestor, Set.

Turning his back to the city, Sabek made his way down a sand dune, running to reach the bottom, streams of sand chasing after him to fill in his footprints. It'd be several hours until he felt that he was far enough from the city that he could set up his tent. The sun beating down was no deterrent for him, it was a pleasure that many people had come to hate. A gift to be embraced by the warmth of the sun, yet another blessing tossed aside for "comfort" and "convenience." "Air Conditioning... Hmph..." The thought sickened him.

Sweat was beading all across his face at this point, welling up and streaming down his cheeks. It dripped from his brown, fell into his eyes, the stinging burn of sweat did not warrant more than a wipe from the back of his hand. He walked on, waiting until at last he could no longer smell the foulness that wafted from the city; until he could no longer hear the annoying sounds of cars and other useless annoyances.
 
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Being a young woman growing up without a mother is difficult. Add in being a demigod, and things are just crazy. If there is one word that couldn't be further from the truth when describing Rúnfríðr's life, it would be normal. Despite her unusual parentage, Rúna has never really stood out as an unusual child from first appearances. It isn't until someone is around her for a length of time that her unusual quirks become more apparent.

That evening was no exception. While most her age were busy flirting with the neighborhood boys, Rúna was deep in the woods. She was sitting in what could only be described as a nature-made tree-cave. It was a small, enclosed clearing where the branches of nearby trees tangled together, forming a nearly impenetrable wall against any and all intruders. She sat in the center of the circle-like enclosure, her runes spread out before her. She saw something there, something unusual, and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it yet.

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The cheerful cries of encouragement could be heard echoing throughout the entire town, drawing everyone who was present to the local bar. Seated in the warmth of the old stage lights was a young woman. Her hair hung in front of her face, half obscuring her face, but nobody cared or noticed. They were captivated by her music, and her voice. She played her guitar with ease, her voice rising in perfect harmony. It was obvious that she had a gift.

The final notes of the song echoed through the building, the silence was louder than any of their cheering. Her final song of the evening was completed. With that, the blonde stood, put her guitar in its case, then gave her fans a smile - a silent promise that she would return again. And Devin MacNiall was never one to go back on a promise.

Devin slung her guitar case over one shoulder as she made her way through the dispersing crowd. She slid onto a bar stool, and gave the bartender a smile. " 'ey Joe." she said, her scottish accent marking her out right away as a foreigner to the area. "Hey there, Scot." the bartender called her by her familiar nickname. "Here ya go. The usual." She took the drink with ease. She'd been playing every night at that bar for almost a year now, and found herself quite settled. She sipped the glass of white wine, she wasn't much of a drinker, but in that sort of place, it was strange not to, and looked around. "Good crowd tonight." she commented.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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34...35...36...37... CaIus counted under his breath as he lifted the weight over and over. This had been the second day of his third consecutive week in the gym. He'd been rigorously working out for aPlmost a month and the results were definitely showing. After he finished his reps on the bench brews he went over to a simple bar. It looked like a monkey bar with only two bars on it. He climbed onto it, hung upside down and started to do hanging sit ups.

After another workout he walked home tobhis little apartment and sat on the couch. He wasn't working today so as far as he was concerned it was now time to relax.
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"I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you"

"Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly"
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Another day out at sea. Another pointless struggle in trying to figure out what the hell Poseidon wanted from her. Well, no. She already knew what he wanted from her. The only issue was that Astrapi had no idea where the hell one would look for a being of ancient power that meant to halt the return of her ancestor. But she figured that the ocean would be a good place to start, right? Regardless of whether it was right or not, the girl needed the water. It kept her focused and calm when dealing with all the stuff that was dumped in her lap. She loved Poseidon dearly, but he hadn't even contacted her again after their first meeting. How was she supposed to know what to do?

She was only mortal.

There were a lot of dark clouds in the sky that day. How symbolic. It made her frown to think that she may've been the one behind keeping everyone away from the water. No one wanted to surf or swim or enjoy the beach when the weather looked like that. A big storm was always sure to be close at hand. Astrapi sat alone on her board amongst the waves, twirling droplets of water in her hand. The ability had almost become second nature already when it came to the simple stuff. She barely noticed herself do it anymore. But by the sound of Poseidon's first and only message, the girl knew she'd have to be able to handle a lot more than just stress reducing water tricks.

Through what little experimentation she'd already undertaken, she already knew she could move, freeze and boil water in all its forms. She couldn't create water, which she believed to be fair; there was water in pretty much everything anyway. With some concentration, she’d been able to extract water from the ground at one point. A shame about her Mum’s lilies, but a necessary sacrifice to appease a God, surely? As far as being a Master of Storms – she played a LOT of video games - well, she’d made one clap of thunder once. That counted for something, right?

Probably not. But that’s why she was out amongst the waves. On a dark, cloudy and miserable day like this, surely command over the weather would be all too easy. Flicking away the water, Astra raised her arms up to the sky and concentrated. At first, she felt really stupid. How was she even supposed to know how this worked? Starting out small, she thought about the wind’s direction and tried to change its course. It was blowing into her face, but what she wanted was for it to be pushing her forward. Breathing deeply, Astrapi lowered her hands and stretched them out in front of her. And then, for a reason she couldn’t explain, she uttered a phrase;

“Howling Winds, Heed my Call; Carry me high, break my fall.”

The change was subtle, but at her command, the winds changed and began blowing at her back. And just like that, more symbolism.

“Oh yeah! Who’s the Master?!” Astra splashed at the water beside her, glad to have finally made some progress, however small it was. Where had those words even come from though? They’d pretty much rolled off the end of her tongue. Would it be like that every time she summoned them? That alone was enough to make her a little embarrassed, like she was some corny superhero... Well, she had her start on taming the wind. What about the rain? Taking another deep breath, the girl refocused and kept her hands submersed. And once again, more words made their escape;

“Driving Rains, Hear my Cries; Hide their Tears, Empty the Skies.”

And almost immediately, she felt a drop of water tap her on the shoulder. Followed by another on her knee. And then it was as if the heavens themselves had opened up. Astrapi couldn’t have been more ecstatic if she tried. That was two for three! Who was feeding her these lines? They sounded so cheesy! She didn’t quite mind the second one, but seriously, who was putting all this stuff in her head? Regardless, was she ready for what was to come next? Lightning and thunder were a little different to wind and rain. Much more powerful forces to deal with, for one. And two, she was sitting in a body of water, on a surfboard with excellent electrical conductivity. Thank Poseidon she’d paid attention in science class...

Turning her board around, Astrapi raised her hands to either side of her. Behind her, the water began to rise. Throwing her hands forward, the girl waited for the right moment. The water reached her just as she stood up on her board. She loved making waves to ride into shore on. Much more fun than paddling in, that was for sure. The sand caked itself around her feet when she got back to shore; she kind of hated that feeling. The beach was deserted save for her though, so it would be alright if she conducted her last experiment for the day. Outstretching her arms, Astrapi closed her eyes and took in yet another deep breath. And once again, more words were spoken – well, more specifically, shouted;

“Thunder and Lightning, Assist in my Plight; Smite the Wicked and End this Fight!”

As soon as Astra finished yelled, she could’ve sworn the sky had come to life. Thunder bellowed through the clouds and when she opened her eyes, she could see flashes of lightning racing across the ocean. It was loud. It was powerful. And it was exhilarating. But most of all...

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

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"Come on, Ryder," A soft British voice whined as the speaker grabbed her twin's hand. Ryder pulled her hand away and shook her head, her hair threatening to reveal her scars.
"No. And don't use your power on me, Ava. That's the rule," The sister replied, her voice much harder and raspier than her sisters, perhaps from lack of use.
"Fine... No touching... But, come on, Ry... Let me do your makeup and then paint you. It'll be fun..." Avalyn pleaded, sticking out her lower lip in a rather successful attempt to be cute. Ryder sighed, knowing that in the end, a painting of her would be hanging over the television of their shared flat. But, that was the problem. She didn't want an image of her staring back at her. Avalyn often forgot about her physical deformity, despite the lack of mirrors in their home, but Ryder never knew that solace.
Ryder sighed again, running her fingers through her hair, momentarily revealing her scars. Upon seeing them, Avalyn's face deflated into a frown.
"Oh... Ryder... I promise I won't paint your... scars..." She murmured gently, touching her sister gently on her arm. She often blamed herself for her twin's wounds and the events that followed because of them.
"Fine... Only if you'll be my spar with me," Ryder countered with a small smile.
"Deal! Now sit down!" She steered her sister down onto a stool and began coating her face with bright colored makeup.
"Wow, Ryder. You look beautiful," Avalyn mumured upon finishing. Ryder sighed, absently touching her scarred face. She folded her arms across her chest and slouched in the seat.
"Sit up, Ry and hold still. I will try to hurry," Avalyn said as she moved her easel in front of her twin and began her painting.
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VIBRATIONS SO GOOD LIKE A SUNKIST!
“Oh my god, this is the coldest soup I’ve ever had…” Rui picked up the bowl placed it on his hand, but before he did anything he looked around making sure no one was looking at him. As he noticed everyone was going on about their business, he then stared heating up the bowl as fast as he could. “I think this should be perfect now” right when he was about to stop a waitress walked over and asked him if he need anything else, but this broke his concentration and even startled him, forcing the bowl of soup to blow up in his face. The waitress jumped being startled and walked off slowly, not even asking him if he needed anything to clean up with.

Rui didn’t really care as he stood up soaked in his dumpling soup “this isn’t really how I wanted to start my day, but I guess it could be much worse”. Stepping out of the building and into the street a car passed by and rolled right over a puddle, splashing him in dirty water “you’re joking right?”. A sigh escaped his lips his head raised up looking onto the sky “I guess I got my shower for the day…” he chuckled a bit while he shook his head free of the dripping water. Rui began walking down the street, sadly still soaked, he was wondering what was going to be next in his bad luck filled day, but it didn’t bother him any, he was more then happy to take on anything at anytime.
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