Fantasy Welcome to the Pantheon (Reboot - Always Accepting!)

[Prrrgadilly]

I find it funny that a piece of information I intended to be just a false lead that really had no connection to anything became canon. Many mirth-noises escaped my nutrition-intake-cavity. (translation: Iol)

((I decided that it'd be fun tonplay along.))

 

[VanRIPPED]

[QUOTE="Safety Hammer]Tyr flipped around and onto the bed from on top of her.
"Okay... that's enough for now." He panted.

[/QUOTE]
Vayne nodded, out of breath as well. "Agreed"

 

[Safety Hammer]

[QUOTE="RedTeam Grif]Vayne nodded, out of breath as well. "Agreed"

[/QUOTE]
"You never told me what you were the god of."

 

[VanRIPPED]

"Individuality" She said.

 

[Safety Hammer]

[QUOTE="RedTeam Grif]"Individuality" She said.

[/QUOTE]
"Of course you are." Tyr said with a smile, before getting up from the bed and walking the bathroom.

 

[VanRIPPED]

"Hey, if yer takin a shower er somethin I need one too!" She called.

 

[Safety Hammer]

[QUOTE="RedTeam Grif]"Hey, if yer takin a shower er somethin I need one too!" She called.

[/QUOTE]
"Are you saying that you want to shower with me?"

 

[VanRIPPED]

"I dont see th' harm in it" She said. "Besides, saves water!"

 

[Firebear]

(AWOOGA AWOOGA WALL OF TEXT SIGHTED AWOOGA)


Amanda was lurking on a forum for people with occult tendencies, she had found it by chance during her endless Google searches. It looked like another false lead, despite all the people claiming to be Wiccans, druids, psychics and even a few necromancers that seemed to mostly troll everyone. She had made an account, calling herself Witch_Aspiring002 because apparently Mandy_Mandarine and DeliveryGirl_Kiki had been somehow already been taken, and gone out into the forums looking for people who could tell her something, anything, about magic and its workings, how it could fix broken glass or conjure sentient fire. (Maybe the last was a God-thing, though. Hmm...) They had all come with things about trees and nature and respecting the wild which could be reasonable from a certain point of view. However Ilim claimed to only have power over artificial things which were decried as magicless and dead. The necromancers just insulted them, their hobbies and their mothers.


She was just about to give up when a user named Red_Hare34 PM'ed her.


"Message me when you are done with these fools and I'll tell you about real magic.", it said. A brief check of their recent activity revealed they had lurked a bit but never added anything. Every single thread was one she had visited. Any smart girl would by now practically hear the klaxons going off and Amanda liked to consider herself a smart girl. She was also a desperate girl. Which was why she did the following:


"I'm already done. Who are you?" Erase.


"What do you know about magic?" Erase.


"Yeah, it seems to have devolved a bit. So what can you tell me of magic?" Erase. Maybe a mix.


"I'm already done with them. So what can you tell me of magic?" Just press Post Reply, Amanda. Just do it. Remember LaBeouf. This is your chance, do it. Do it! She did it.


The answer came a quarter of an hour later.


"Many things. I can tell you of how magic was given to us. I can tell you of its nature. I can tell you how to harness it. But the rest is up to you. Our lord likes independant thinking and the individual's struggle to gain more than what it had before. He teaches that things gained without trying are things that cannot be properly appreciated."


"Who is this lord of yours?" It was easier to post now.


"Why Lord Ilim of course. I believe you've met him and spoken with him in the flesh. A rare honour, one that even I as his current high priestess still aspire for."


What? How? What were the odds? She looked suspiciously at her roof, almost as if she could catch Ilim peeking on her.


(In Olympus, Ilim wondered how she managed to look him straight in the eyes without actually seeing him.)


When Amanda didn't answer Red_Hare34 sent another message.


"It might be best if we talk over video instead of text. There is much to go through."


"I suppose."


So they exchanged Skype names and Amanda wondered if she had just made a terrible mistake. She guessed she'd just have to wait and see.

 

[A L M O S]

(AWOOGA AWOOGA WALL OF TEXT SIGHTED AWOOGA)
Amanda was lurking on a forum for people with occult tendencies, she had found it by chance during her endless Google searches. It looked like another false lead, despite all the people claiming to be Wiccans, druids, psychics and even a few necromancers that seemed to mostly troll everyone. She had made an account, calling herself Witch_Aspiring002 because apparently Mandy_Mandarine and DeliveryGirl_Kiki had been somehow already been taken, and gone out into the forums looking for people who could tell her something, anything, about magic and its workings, how it could fix broken glass or conjure sentient fire. (Maybe the last was a God-thing, though. Hmm...) They had all come with things about trees and nature and respecting the wild which could be reasonable from a certain point of view. However Ilim claimed to only have power over artificial things which were decried as magicless and dead. The necromancers just insulted them, their hobbies and their mothers.


She was just about to give up when a user named Red_Hare34 PM'ed her.


"Message me when you are done with these fools and I'll tell you about real magic.", it said. A brief check of their recent activity revealed they had lurked a bit but never added anything. Every single thread was one she had visited. Any smart girl would by now practically hear the klaxons going off and Amanda liked to consider herself a smart girl. She was also a desperate girl. Which was why she did the following:


"I'm already done. Who are you?" Erase.


"What do you know about magic?" Erase.


"Yeah, it seems to have devolved a bit. So what can you tell me of magic?" Erase. Maybe a mix.


"I'm already done with them. So what can you tell me of magic?" Just press Post Reply, Amanda. Just do it. Remember LaBeouf. This is your chance, do it. Do it! She did it.


The answer came a quarter of an hour later.


"Many things. I can tell you of how magic was given to us. I can tell you of its nature. I can tell you how to harness it. But the rest is up to you. Our lord likes independant thinking and the individual's struggle to gain more than what it had before. He teaches that things gained without trying are things that cannot be properly appreciated."


"Who is this lord of yours?" It was easier to post now.


"Why Lord Ilim of course. I believe you've met him and spoken with him in the flesh. A rare honour, one that even I as his current high priestess still aspire for."


What? How? What were the odds? She looked suspiciously at her roof, almost as if she could catch Ilim peeking on her.


(In Olympus, Ilim wondered how she managed to look him straight in the eyes without actually seeing him.)


When Amanda didn't answer Red_Hare34 sent another message.


"It might be best if we talk over video instead of text. There is much to go through."


"I suppose."


So they exchanged Skype names and Amanda wondered if she had just made a terrible mistake. She guessed she'd just have to wait and see.

(I did not die. I just removed a part of my humanity and replaced it with facts, while also doing a fourteen-hour shift. In return, I finished a day early. Aint life peachy?)


Hitch returned to where Phil was meandering about, congratulating his student in turn as she used the computer like a pro. Hitch looked slightly mussed up, his jacket ripped slightly on one of his sleeves, and his tie sitting awkwardly. "Phillip, we are leaving." He said it is a tone, that while sounding reserved, obviously tried to hide no small amount of irritation. Phillip jumped up and ran over immediately looking for any more signs of distress on Hitch's person. "How the fuck did this happen to you!? You are a god for gods sake!!!" He was furiously trying to fix Hitch's tie before his hands were swatted away. "Nothing, I am just used to a better class of criminal. Usually they become meek when threatend, but these people just - I believe the term to be, 'Fillped their shit'? Either way, I let them beat me up for a bit as they bragged about how I only know a fragment of how deep their corruption runs, and then proceeded to tell me exactly how deep it ran. Curiously enough they were correct, as i knew only about 36% of thier influence."


Hitch continued on, seeming to calm down more and more, as he was explaining. He caught sight of one of his cuffs thought, and seeing the dust on it - the irritation resurfaced and he furiously started patting it to try and remove the offending particles. Phillip moved behind Hitch and began doing the same with the back of his shoulders, also covered with dust where he was clearly bashed against a wall. "I set up everything and she has taken to it like duck to water! I don't think there was anything else right?" Phillip called over Hitches shoulder at "red_hare34" while Hitch just grunted, awknowledging what has happened while he was gone.

 

[Firebear]

(I did not die. I just removed a part of my humanity and replaced it with facts, while also doing a fourteen-hour shift. In return, I finished a day early. Aint life peachy?)
Hitch returned to where Phil was meandering about, congratulating his student in turn as she used the computer like a pro. Hitch looked slightly mussed up, his jacket ripped slightly on one of his sleeves, and his tie sitting awkwardly. "Phillip, we are leaving." He said it is a tone, that while sounding reserved, obviously tried to hide no small amount of irritation. Phillip jumped up and ran over immediately looking for any more signs of distress on Hitch's person. "How the fuck did this happen to you!? You are a god for gods sake!!!" He was furiously trying to fix Hitch's tie before his hands were swatted away. "Nothing, I am just used to a better class of criminal. Usually they become meek when threatend, but these people just - I believe the term to be, 'Fillped their shit'? Either way, I let them beat me up for a bit as they bragged about how I only know a fragment of how deep their corruption runs, and then proceeded to tell me exactly how deep it ran. Curiously enough they were correct, as i knew only about 36% of thier influence."


Hitch continued on, seeming to calm down more and more, as he was explaining. He caught sight of one of his cuffs thought, and seeing the dust on it - the irritation resurfaced and he furiously started patting it to try and remove the offending particles. Phillip moved behind Hitch and began doing the same with the back of his shoulders, also covered with dust where he was clearly bashed against a wall. "I set up everything and she has taken to it like duck to water! I don't think there was anything else right?" Phillip called over Hitches shoulder at "red_hare34" while Hitch just grunted, awknowledging what has happened while he was gone.

Mbuku looked over at Hitch, inspecting him.


"Philip has been very helpful. I have been thinking of introducing him to my great-great-granddaughter Dhakiya. She's a few years over marrying age and we're getting worried."


(I was thinking of marrying Philip off before you returned. It seems I wasn't fast enough.)

 

[A L M O S]

Mbuku looked over at Hitch, inspecting him.
"Philip has been very helpful. I have been thinking of introducing him to my great-great-granddaughter Dhakiya. She's a few years over marrying age and we're getting worried."


(I was thinking of marrying Philip off before you returned. It seems I wasn't fast enough.)

Hitch looked at her for a moment, before looking at Phillip. A strange sort of glint came into his eyes as he again turned his eyes to her. "Phil here, while very sociable has yet to introduce me to anyone he was actively courting. I was sure I might have had to tend to him for the rest of his natural life, but the prospect of marriage, especially into a line of such quality and noble stock... What do you say? Shall we marry you off?" The last few words were directed Philip who blushed horribly, visibly shaking at the thought... "I don't know, I mean I have so much work, she probably won't want to travel so much, and I am not that good with women, and my boss is really demanding(a glare at Hitch), and I never get vacation, and she probably already likes someone, and I have no idea about what she might find interesting..." he started to crumble into a smaller and smaller shape as his voice became more and more of a mumble than actual words, his eyes constantly turned to the floor. The whole exchange seemed to have calmed Hitch down very much and he reached out to pat Phillip's head. "Maybe we can begin with a simple exchange of numbers, and you can see how much you two have in common." He looked to her, offering a small smile that was both humorous and at the same time, clearly enquiring as to whether she was serious. For a moment he looked, if not like a father, more like a concerned uncle - which seemed completely out of place on his person, making him look uncomfortable and out of place, even if just on a subconscious level.


(I don't know why, but this departure for world ending situations, and a moment to enjoy slice of life - seems awfully appealing all of a sudden)

 

[Firebear]

"Don't worry. Dhakiya is a very adventurous young woman, she has been wanting to leave the village for a while now. You could be her way out of here. Oh, but don't listen to me. I am an old woman and I don't know how the youth of this day and age find love. I am perfectly happy with my husband. Oh, I met my Madzimoyo a few years before the sultanate split in two. He tried to win my affections in so many different ways. We became very good friends along the way and after a few years I said yes. We married under Lord Ilim's gaze in this very shrine."


She closed her eyes and clucked.


"But you don't want to listen to an old woman's rambles. We are all very busy. Dhakiya usually makes beads at this hour. She should be outside. Go meet her why don't you?"

 

[A L M O S]

"Don't worry. Dhakiya is a very adventurous young woman, she has been wanting to leave the village for a while now. You could be her way out of here. Oh, but don't listen to me. I am an old woman and I don't know how the youth of this day and age find love. I am perfectly happy with my husband. Oh, I met my Madzimoyo a few years before the sultanate split in two. He tried to win my affections in so many different ways. We became very good friends along the way and after a few years I said yes. We married under Lord Ilim's gaze in this very shrine."
She closed her eyes and clucked.


"But you don't want to listen to an old woman's rambles. We are all very busy. Dhakiya usually makes beads at this hour. She should be outside. Go meet her why don't you?"

Hitch nodded at her, before turning to Phillip. "Get your things, and we will go say hello." He took out a cell phone, which suddenly went on the flicker, before rebooting. He held out the phone to Phillip "I reformatted it, all needed apps and numbers are on it... if she seems like someone you would like to get to know better, gift it to her. Then we have to leave I am afraid. I have a meeting with my UN-representative and you have tonne of queries that need attention..." Hitch waved at Mbuko, before walking outside. Phillip smiled at her, before putting the phone in his jacket, then rushing out after Hitch who already perusing the ladies making beads, looking for any sign that one of them might in fact be Dhakiya. His rushing drew the attention of most of the people there to him, and he blushed. "AH, Mbuku said I have to come say hello to Dhakiya! Are any of you Dhakiya! She said she was older but none of you seem that old!" There was a smacking sound that reverberated across the quiet and when Phillip looked over at Hitch, he saw his boss standing with his one palm covering the vast majority of his face.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Hitch nodded at her, before turning to Phillip. "Get your things, and we will go say hello." He took out a cell phone, which suddenly went on the flicker, before rebooting. He held out the phone to Phillip "I reformatted it, all needed apps and numbers are on it... if she seems like someone you would like to get to know better, gift it to her. Then we have to leave I am afraid. I have a meeting with my UN-representative and you have tonne of queries that need attention..." Hitch waved at Mbuko, before walking outside. Phillip smiled at her, before putting the phone in his jacket, then rushing out after Hitch who already perusing the ladies making beads, looking for any sign that one of them might in fact be Dhakiya. His rushing drew the attention of most of the people there to him, and he blushed. "AH, Mbuku said I have to come say hello to Dhakiya! Are any of you Dhakiya! She said she was older but none of you seem that old!" There was a smacking sound that reverberated across the quiet and when Phillip looked over at Hitch, he saw his boss standing with his one palm covering the vast majority of his face.

((Philly's cringe is real. Lolz))

 

[A L M O S]

((Philly's cringe is real. Lolz))

(IKR??? I like how he is very nice and kind and intelligent, but when he feels he has to impress people then suddenly he is a tactless moron)

 

[Firebear]

The women continued talking in Swahili to one another, only now they glanced at him and a woman dressed in laughed sometimes. One of them sat frozen with the half-finished beads in her hand, her face filling with red.


"I'm Dhakiya.", she said. "Did Grandma send you? I thought I told her to stop."

 

[A L M O S]

The women continued talking in Swahili to one another, only now they glanced at him and a woman dressed in laughed sometimes. One of them sat frozen with the half-finished beads in her hand, her face filling with red.
"I'm Dhakiya.", she said. "Did Grandma send you? I thought I told her to stop."

Hitch spoke first, smiling meekly at her. "It is both the privilege and the folly of maternal elders to worry over their young. Know however that I bring now my ward (He directed an open palm to Phillip) before you, not for such a direct goal as to assuage the worries of Mbuku, but rather as an attempt to find him some interesting company. While dear Phillip's history taught him humility, kindness and the fruits of hard work, it never did imprint upon him that people can be just as interesting as theoretical abstract Mathematics, given the chance. As such, He is also rather reluctant to try and find it out for himself, as he feels he is wholly under-equipped to dear with any relationship beyond platonic, work or academically inclined, interaction." By now Hitch had moved over to Phillip and was ruffling his hair. The young man was blushing beet red by now, and looking at the ground. "This is the part where you introduce yourself..." Hitch whispered loudly at Phillip. "Hi (He bowed suddenly like he had to when he was studying in Japan, Before suddenly lifting up, realizing how stupid he was looking) Sorry! That was stupid! Hi! Again! They are the ones talking about marriage! Not me! And i know how to get friends! But... we can not let too many people know what Hitch is at this time, and I spend a lot of time with Hitch, and I am afraid that bringing more people into the fold, would mean that I would not have that much time with him, which means that it is better to not have friends because i Kinda already have one... But like you would be awesome because you know about these things and would not mind these things and such... Oh god! Why am I talking so much!? WOULD YOU LIKE TO INITIATE A Sequence OF INTERACTIONS THROUGH WHICH WE CAN ESTABLISH Whether or not WE WOULD BE SOCIALLY COMPATIBLE!!??" He bowed down again, realizing half way through what he was doing and stopped midway, however instead of recovering, he sort of froze mid bow. There was another smack as Hitch hit himself on the forehead once more.

 

[Firebear]

Dhakiya stared at Philip, taken aback. Then she laughed, like the chiming of bells.


"Sure, why not?", she smiled.

 

[A L M O S]

Dhakiya stared at Philip, taken aback. Then she laughed, like the chiming of bells.
"Sure, why not?", she smiled.

Phillip's eyes widened, before he quickly reached into his pocket and ripped out a phone. The action was too violent through and the phone flew out of his hands and into the air. Immediately he started shuffling about until he was directly under it, and surprisingly managed to catch it. He held the phone out with both hands to her... "Here! So that we can talk! It's a new model! The cover has an inbuilt solar panel and inside there is rather fascinating prototype magnetic-gyro that responds to physical movement and generates energy. It also has a very small processor since it mainly uses cloud-computing! In essence, the phone will never run out of power, and if it ever does it can be fully charged in an hour. Hitch designed it, but he is struggling to patent it. We have to go now, but you can use this and we can talk, if you wanted..." Hitch walked over and smiled at the two, "and if you are good, we can organize another play-date. Now, we must be off. Say goodbye to your new friend Phillip." Phillip seemed reluctant for a moment, before he realized that he really needed to go do some work. "Yea, I really have to go. Talk to you later?" He still held the phone out to her, while Hitch began to walk away, waving goodbye with the back of his hand.

 

[xpstitch]

"Fredom Spirit" had had enough of this for a while. He was so sick of it by now. It's been AGES since he's done anything but charity work. Pun intended. Helping North Koreans escape from their oppressive country is important and all, but even FreedomSpirit needs a break every once in a while. This is more exhausting than that time I had to invent Capoeira for the African slaves in Brazil. Perhaps there are new gods I can socialize with, I'm so tired of the Abrahamic god's bull$hi+. A contact gave him some unknown gods' cell numbers. Virian was one of the supposed new gods. He was some kind of party god or something. That's about all my contact will tell me. I don't know a damn thing else which makes this dangerous. But a party god hopefully won't be too hostile. He doesn't even know of my existence.


Freedomspirit "texts" Virian. Virian might receive this as a text, but as a god who doesn't really deal in technology, he sent texts through a different way than by f


Phone.


Unkwon/untraceable number: Hey there. A contact told me a rumor about some party god I had never heard of before. Got done freeing child-slaves in Africa and thought, hell, why not take a break and meet some new people to chill for a while? I'm called Freedom Spirit in English, want to meet?


@Safety Hammer

 

[Safety Hammer]

"Fredom Spirit" had had enough of this for a while. He was so sick of it by now. It's been AGES since he's done anything but charity work. Pun intended. Helping North Koreans escape from their oppressive country is important and all, but even FreedomSpirit needs a break every once in a while. This is more exhausting than that time I had to invent Capoeira for the African slaves in Brazil. Perhaps there are new gods I can socialize with, I'm so tired of the Abrahamic god's bull$hi+. A contact gave him some unknown gods' cell numbers. Virian was one of the supposed new gods. He was some kind of party god or something. That's about all my contact will tell me. I don't know a damn thing else which makes this dangerous. But a party god hopefully won't be too hostile. He doesn't even know of my existence.
Freedomspirit "texts" Virian. Virian might receive this as a text, but as a god who doesn't really deal in technology, he sent texts through a different way than by f


Phone.


Unkwon/untraceable number: Hey there. A contact told me a rumor about some party god I had never heard of before. Got done freeing child-slaves in Africa and thought, hell, why not take a break and meet some new people to chill for a while? I'm called Freedom Spirit in English, want to meet?


@Safety Hammer

Sure. I'm Virian. Or Dionysus. Whatever.

 

[xpstitch]

Freedomspirit looked through the descriptions of some of the other new gods.... Err.... They seem like they would be a bit... Dangerous.... The goddess of misery, Fear personified, A muderous lycanthrope god....hmmm... Not the kind of personalities I want to really meet right now. A cosmic war is something I would kinda like to put off til the last possible moment if have it at all. But this other girl... She seems like the best buddy I could ever have! Vayne. The goddess of individuality. I've always been pretty rebellious towards the norms of human societies and have never let anybody tell me what to do. I think she and I will get along GREAT!


"Hey so I heard you're pretty cool and I need some downtime from charity work, want to meet up? You sound really cool and I hope we can meet and become real good friends.


-Love, Freespririt"


@RedTeam Grif

 

[A L M O S]

"Fredom Spirit" had had enough of this for a while. He was so sick of it by now. It's been AGES since he's done anything but charity work. Pun intended. Helping North Koreans escape from their oppressive country is important and all, but even FreedomSpirit needs a break every once in a while. This is more exhausting than that time I had to invent Capoeira for the African slaves in Brazil. Perhaps there are new gods I can socialize with, I'm so tired of the Abrahamic god's bull$hi+. A contact gave him some unknown gods' cell numbers. Virian was one of the supposed new gods. He was some kind of party god or something. That's about all my contact will tell me. I don't know a damn thing else which makes this dangerous. But a party god hopefully won't be too hostile. He doesn't even know of my existence.
Freedomspirit "texts" Virian. Virian might receive this as a text, but as a god who doesn't really deal in technology, he sent texts through a different way than by f


Phone.


Unkwon/untraceable number: Hey there. A contact told me a rumor about some party god I had never heard of before. Got done freeing child-slaves in Africa and thought, hell, why not take a break and meet some new people to chill for a while? I'm called Freedom Spirit in English, want to meet?


@Safety Hammer

Hitch's Phone vibrates and he takes it out. the pattern of three long and two short buzzes having informed him that someone was communicating with the gods - Virian in this case, while trying to remain anonymous. Freedom Spirit? fascinating. A humanitarian as well... Hitch made a note to investigate further later, after he dropped Phillip off at the office.

 

[xpstitch]

[QUOTE="Safety Hammer]Sure. I'm Virian. Or Dionysus. Whatever.

[/QUOTE]
Dionysus?! Oh WOW! That's TOTALLY cool! They had adressed you by your other name so I didn't know. I read about you mostly through the human mythology books but I never got the pleasure of actually meeting you. Never met MANY of the greek gods actually cuz no offense but your relatives are kinda crazy. Where you at? I'll go anywhere that doesn't have oppresion so don't say you're in hell or something like that. Or if you really want I suppose you can come here too. Currently in my wilderness "palace" in Togo Africa.