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

[FrostXShadow]

" i wanted to see what my old home had become" he shrugged "here i was known as Poseidon god of the seas in the council of Olympus" he sighed and turned his head " but since the mortals have started worshiping the christian god, they have forgotten about me beside the Percy Jackson books" he rolled his eyes "but never the less those fans are the only one's that pray to me anymore" he sighed "what brings you here?"


@Almosegosum

 

[A L M O S]

" i wanted to see what my old home had become" he shrugged "here i was known as Poseidon god of the seas in the council of Olympus" he sighed and turned his head " but since the mortals have started worshiping the christian god, they have forgotten about me beside the Percy Jackson books" he rolled his eyes "but never the less those fans are the only one's that pray to me anymore" he sighed "what brings you here?"


@Almosegosum





 






 

"This is one of my favorite planets, people here just naturally defy the odds. They rear against fate like a caged beast, so much so that They have had to retcon plans more than once, purely out of sheer inspiration. I have been away for a few years... inspiring life where no life should be, Inspiring those sparks in gas clouds that are just too small to do it on their own. No matter how much Time I spend elsewhere though, I always return here. I have always felt that this planet was my home... and I should be here when they take their next steps. When they ascend beyond the planet itself, and reach for the stars!" His hands slid from beneath him, and he lay down completely staring at the roof, yet clearly looking beyond it. He lifted his hands. moving them around in the air, as if he were caressing some invisible model of the universe, with a giant grin on his face and his eyes twinkling with fondness.

 

[Bethari]

Sappho sat in one of the many diners in the city, hunched over a notebook and scribbling furiously.


"More coffee?" asked a bored waitress. The writer nodded, not even looking up from her work. As if anyone should have to ask, she thought.


The diner was entirely empty, except for Sappho and the waitress. Graveyard shifts tended to be like that, which was why the writer preferred them.


However, the silence was killing the waitress. "So, whatcha workin' on?" she asked.


"Nothing really. Just an ode to Aphrodite."


"Uh, is that for school, or somethin'?" 


Sappho glared at the waitress. "If I had wanted to talk, I would have called my mother."

 

[A L M O S]

Sappho sat in one of the many diners in the city, hunched over a notebook and scribbling furiously.


"More coffee?" asked a bored waitress. The writer nodded, not even looking up from her work. As if anyone should have to ask, she thought.


The diner was entirely empty, except for Sappho and the waitress. Graveyard shifts tended to be like that, which was why the writer preferred them.


However, the silence was killing the waitress. "So, whatcha workin' on?" she asked.


"Nothing really. Just an ode to Aphrodite."


"Uh, is that for school, or somethin'?" 


Sappho glared at the waitress. "If I had wanted to talk, I would have called my mother."





 






 

Phil slumped into the diner, his arms where full of files and his left shoulder was hankered towards the floor by his laptop bag, which seemed to have been stuffed with more files and various other things. He peered around the cafe, his eyes almost desperate for it to be quiet and empty. It seemed mostly empty, save for someone who seemed way too busy to interrupt him, and a waitress that looked curiously admonished. "Hi, (He waved three fingers at her, while the rest of his two hands struggled to keep the files together - and walked over to the waitress) I am just going to take one of the tables, okay? Near the windows. Could you bring me some coffee and... cake? Any cake? just bring me a slice. The coffee black, please." 


He shuffled the documents a bit as he waited for her to nod at him, his desperate smile seeming to inspire a hopeful one in her. "Sure thing. Any cake and a coffee, coming up!" She shuffled off to the kitchens, as he walked over and past the only other patron, on his way to the seats near the window. Just as he was passing her, a single paper slipped out of the file, and floated to where he had planned to blindly put his foot down. This in turn causing him to slip on the tiled floor. His eyes opened wide for a moment, before he cantered off balance to the side, his right temple making harsh contact with the edge of her table, his bag and files scattering around the floor.

 

[Bethari]

Phil slumped into the diner, his arms where full of files and his left shoulder was hankered towards the floor by his laptop bag, which seemed to have been stuffed with more files and various other things. He peered around the cafe, his eyes almost desperate for it to be quiet and empty. It seemed mostly empty, save for someone who seemed way too busy to interrupt him, and a waitress that looked curiously admonished. "Hi, (He waved three fingers at her, while the rest of his two hands struggled to keep the files together - and walked over to the waitress) I am just going to take one of the tables, okay? Near the windows. Could you bring me some coffee and... cake? Any cake? just bring me a slice. The coffee black, please." 


He shuffled the documents a bit as he waited for her to nod at him, his desperate smile seeming to inspire a hopeful one in her. "Sure thing. Any cake and a coffee, coming up!" She shuffled off to the kitchens, as he walked over and past the only other patron, on his way to the seats near the window. Just as he was passing her, a single paper slipped out of the file, and floated to where he had planned to blindly put his foot down. This in causing him to slip on the tiled floor. His eyes opened wide for a moment, before he cantered off balance to the side, his right temple making harsh contact with the edge of her table, his bag and files scattering around the floor.

The crash startled Sappho. With a shriek of surprise she toppled her mug, spilling coffee all over her notebook.


"My work, oh Gods, my work!" From behind the kitchen door she could hear stifled laughter. She grabbed a fistful of napkins and dabbed frantically at the notebook, but it was too late. She stood, then regarded the man on the floor.


"Come on," she said, offering a hand, "Up with you." She gathered the fallen papers in her arms, being careful not to look at what they contained. She knew that one's work could be a very sensitive topic, especially when unfinished. 


A writer's work is never finished, only in various states of "done".

 

[A L M O S]

The crash startled Sappho. With a shriek of surprise she toppled her mug, spilling coffee all over her notebook.


"My work, oh Gods, my work!" From behind the kitchen door she could hear stifled laughter. She grabbed a fistful of napkins and dabbed frantically at the notebook, but it was too late. She stood, then regarded the man on the floor.


"Come on," she said, offering a hand, "Up with you." She gathered the fallen papers in her arms, being careful not to look at what they contained. She knew that one's work could be a very sensitive topic, especially when unfinished. 


A writer's work is never finished, only in various states of "done".





 

Phil stared at her for a moment, before a searing headache tore through his head. the world became unbalanced at he plopped down unceremoniously in the seat opposite to hers. He reached out with a hand to cradle the side of his head, but hissed when his palm made contact. When he pulled it away there was a neat line of blood that ran about two inches across his palm. He looked at it dazedly for a moment, before seeing her ruined notebook. "OH my god! I am soooo sorry. Our cafeteria only had healthy foods, as part of the global healthy workplace initiative and I thought that I might just get something unhealthy on my way home but then i realised that it was this late and most things were closed but then i saw this diner and I thought it would be just about right but now I have ruined your stuff and ( He noticed her gathering the reports and he flew out of the seat, before grabbing them from her hands as well as the last few ones from the ground) I am sorry! You can't see them! Hitch would kill me if he saw... ( he looked around anxiously and saw that there was in fact a security camera in the diner) Oh shit... he probably already knows. (He sat down again and cradled the files to his chest, laying his forehead against them in a decidedly pathetic manner) I hate my life..." He said it dejectedly as a smooth trickle of blood continued to drip down the side of his head.

 

[Bethari]

Phil stared at her for a moment, before a searing headache tore through his head. the world became unbalanced at he plopped down unceremoniously in the seat opposite to hers. He reached out with a hand to cradle the side of his head, but hissed when his palm made contact. When he pulled it away there was a neat line of blood that ran about two inches across his palm. He looked at it dazedly for a moment, before seeing her ruined notebook. "OH my god! I am soooo sorry. Our cafeteria only had healthy foods, as part of the global healthy workplace initiative and I thought that I might just get something unhealthy on my way home but then i realised that it was this late and most things were closed but then i saw this diner and I thought it would be just about right but now I have ruined your stuff and ( He noticed her gathering the reports and he flew out of the seat, before grabbing them from her hands as well as the last few ones from the ground) I am sorry! You can't see them! Hitch would kill me if he saw... ( he looked around anxiously and saw that there was in fact a security camera in the diner) Oh shit... he probably already knows. (He sat down again and cradled the files to his chest, laying his forehead against them in a decidedly pathetic manner) I hate my life..." He said it dejectedly as a smooth trickle of blood continued to drip down the side of his head.

Sappho handed the man a napkin for the gash on his forehead. "Don't think anything of it. Poetry is useless without music to go with it," she said, though she didn't mean it. The waitress came by with the man's coffee and cake while the pair sat in silence. 


Sappho scratched a note to herself on a paper napkin holder:

Work lost - Pray to Euterpe for inspiration.
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And Aphrodite. She gets jealous.
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She retracted her pen with a click, then directed her gaze towards the man across from her. "I'm Sappho," she said, "And don't worry about your papers. I wouldn't dream of looking at someone's work without their asking."


She wondered who this Hitch person was, but felt it was too nosy to ask. He sounded exactly like someone she wouldn't want to work for. Kinda like her last boss, in fact. Music isn't made in a blender, noise is, she mused.

 

[A L M O S]

Sappho handed the man a napkin for the gash on his forehead. "Don't think anything of it. Poetry is useless without music to go with it," she said, though she didn't mean it. The waitress came by with the man's coffee and cake while the pair sat in silence. 


Sappho scratched a note to herself on a paper napkin holder:

Work lost - Pray to Euterpe for inspiration.
​

And Aphrodite. She gets jealous.
​

She retracted her pen with a click, then directed her gaze towards the man across from her. "I'm Sappho," she said, "And don't worry about your papers. I wouldn't dream of looking at someone's work without their asking."


She wondered who this Hitch person was, but felt it was too nosy to ask. He sounded exactly like someone she wouldn't want to work for. Kinda like her last boss, in fact. Music isn't made in a blender, noise is, she mused.





 






 

He sat more upright and placed the folders all neatly in a pile in front of himself. He took the Napkin and dabbed at his head, while trying to sip at his coffee.  "Phill, Phill Harris.I work for Hitch International... You know? The big one. Despite our over 50 public branches - which include renewable energy, international communication and SPACE FARE! , we serve as a shadow governance for at least a hundred more. Hitch insists on going through everything himself... (He waved at the files)  He barely slept before... I am not a very secretive, but my boss Is particularly anal about it. Don't get me wrong... He is brilliant, As a mentor... even as a friend once. But that was before the - I mean, I make it sound like he is this oppressive shadow head, when... well, it is not untrue perse... but you have to be if you are him. When you want to save the world, and In his case even when the literal shadows might be listening- Oh shit. Again. Disregard that." He glared at the cake, as if it was at fault for his horrible evening... day.... week... month. He sighed and took a big bite, realising that he overestimated his ability and choked slightly, and had to force it down with some coffee. "I am sorry. I think I have had twelve hours of sleep in the last three days. What are you doing?"

 

[Bethari]

He sat more upright and placed the folders all neatly in a pile in front of himself. He took the Napkin and dabbed at his head, while trying to sip at his coffee.  "Phill, Phill Harris.I work for Hitch International... You know? The big one. Despite our over 50 public branches - which include renewable energy, international communication and SPACE FARE! , we serve as a shadow governance for at least a hundred more. Hitch insists on going through everything himself... (He waved at the files)  He barely slept before... I am not a very secretive, but my boss Is particularly anal about it. Don't get me wrong... He is brilliant, As a mentor... even as a friend once. But that was before the - I mean, I make it sound like he is this oppressive shadow head, when... well, it is not untrue perse... but you have to be if you are him. When you want to save the world, and In his case even when the literal shadows might be listening- Oh shit. Again. Disregard that." He glared at the cake, as if it was at fault for his horrible evening... day.... week... month. He sighed and took a big bite, realising that he overestimated his ability and choked slightly, and had to force it down with some coffee. "I am sorry. I think I have had twelve hours of sleep in the last three days. What are you doing?"

"Writing myself a memo," she said, hoping that Phil hadn't seen what she wrote. She didn't need help looking crazier than she already did, thank you. Her dark curly (read: frizzy) hair was haphazardly fashioned into bun, she had no makeup on, and she was wearing a trench coat for gods' sake.


She tapped the pen at her temples. "Helps me remember things, even if I lose the paper. I'm a lyricist, or was, until I lost my job a few days ago. Music today has lost its artistic integrity," she sighed. However, her thoughts were going a mile a minute trying to make sense of what the man across her said.


Saving the world? Healthy foods? I thought I was mental. What is this guy smoking, and can I have some?


"Phil Harris of Hitch International. What do you do there?" she asked, trying not to sound too curious. "I mean, I've seen their buildings around, I just thought they were re-insurers, or bought cotton, or something." 

 

[A L M O S]

"Writing myself a memo," she said, hoping that Phil hadn't seen what she wrote. She didn't need help looking crazier than she already did, thank you. Her dark curly (read: frizzy) hair was haphazardly fashioned into bun, she had no makeup on, and she was wearing a trench coat for gods' sake.


She tapped the pen at her temples. "Helps me remember things, even if I lose the paper. I'm a lyricist, or was, until I lost my job a few days ago. Music today has lost its artistic integrity," she sighed. However, her thoughts were going a mile a minute trying to make sense of what the man across her said.


Saving the world? Healthy foods? I thought I was mental. What is this guy smoking, and can I have some?


"Phil Harris of Hitch International. What do you do there?" she asked, trying not to sound too curious. "I mean, I've seen their buildings around, I just thought they were re-insurers, or bought cotton, or something." 





 

He perked up at hearing about her job. "That's so cool, but also unfortunate! My job is not nearly as cool though. We do many things - but it began with a news firm, which extended into telecommunications, then into security, then to defense, then into energy, then clean energy, then food production, then transport and so on and on. Hitch basically bought up companies that were failing and made them competitive again. Then people started selling stock to him, just so that he could intervene - they treated him like he was some kind of god even before he beca--- uh... My function is to help oversee the majority of the goings on, oversee major inter-departmental contracts, major acquisitions, major asset reforms, tier seven public relations and, my personal favorite - charities" He had been counting down on his fingers, before suddenly he smiled and leaned forwards a bit "Last year I okayed from my desk, the education, housing and medical reform of over twelve million people. I know it's not much, in the grand scheme of things - but it is awesome when you can do a little, because you know to someone else, it means a lot."

 

[Bethari]

He perked up at hearing about her job. "That's so cool, but also unfortunate! My job is not nearly as cool though. We do many things - but it began with a news firm, which extended into telecommunications, then into security, then to defense, then into energy, then clean energy, then food production, then transport and so on and on. Hitch basically bought up companies that were failing and made them competitive again. Then people started selling stock to him, just so that he could intervene - they treated him like he was some kind of god even before he beca--- uh... My function is to help oversee the majority of the goings on, oversee major inter-departmental contracts, major acquisitions, major asset reforms, tier seven public relations and, my personal favorite - charities" He had been counting down on his fingers, before suddenly he smiled and leaned forwards a bit "Last year I okayed from my desk, the education, housing and medical reform of over twelve million people. I know it's not much, in the grand scheme of things - but it is awesome when you can do a little, because you know to someone else, it means a lot."

"They treated him like he was some kind of god even before he beca-"


"Like some kind of god before he became-"


"Like some kind of god before he became one."


All at once, a million memories flooded back to Sappho - ones she had purposefully tried to repress for the sake of normalcy. 


Zeus had nine twin daughters, but I am the tenth. 

Although they are
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Only breath, words
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which I command
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are immortal
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"Twelve million people, you say?" said the poet, "I'd say that's rather significant."

 

[A L M O S]

"They treated him like he was some kind of god even before he beca-"


"Like some kind of god before he became-"


"Like some kind of god before he became one."


All at once, a million memories flooded back to Sappho - ones she had purposefully tried to repress for the sake of normalcy. 


Zeus had nine twin daughters, but I am the tenth. 

Although they are
​

Only breath, words
​

which I command
​

are immortal
​

"Twelve million people, you say?" said the poet, "I'd say that's rather significant."





 

Even in his dazed state Phil could notice that something changed in her, but refrained to comment - partly because he was sure it was none of his business and secondly he would most likely say the wrong thing. "Ah, yea...  A bit more actually, but i prefer to err on the side of caution rather than overstate my contributions... heh... heh." He became a bit more quiet, dabbing quietly at his head - somewhat unsure as to how to diffuse the tension. He opened his mouth, before he closed it again and decided it best to drink his coffee. His eyes flicked to the window for a moment and saw someone across the street, waiting for the crossing signal to change - even though it was not raining he stood with his umbrella open - which casted a shadow over the entire person. He did not need to see who it was though. Hitch was here. His break was most likely over now. Damn. Just as he turned his eyes back to his companion, the figure started moving towards the diner.

 

[Bethari]

Even in his dazed state Phil could notice that something changed in her, but refrained to comment - partly because he was sure it was none of his business and secondly he would most likely say the wrong thing. "Ah, yea...  A bit more actually, but i prefer to err on the side of caution rather than overstate my contributions... heh... heh." He became a bit more quiet, dabbing quietly at his head - somewhat unsure as to how to diffuse the tension. He opened his mouth, before he closed it again and decided it best to drink his coffee. His eyes flicked to the window for a moment and saw someone across the street, waiting for the crossing signal to change - even though it was not raining he stood with his umbrella open - which casted a shadow over the entire person. He did not need to see who it was though. Hitch was here. His break was most likely over now. Damn. Just as he turned his eyes back to his companion, the figure started moving towards the diner.

Sappho followed Phil's gaze. Of course, the man with the umbrella looked normal, but there was definitely something off about him.


"A god," Sappho said breathlessly. "I haven't seen one in a long, long time."


The man (who was not a man) inched closer and closer to the diner. Sappho suddenly felt very inadequate. The first god I see in centuries, yet I happen to be dressed like this?


Least I know why Phil was so nervous.


The bell on the door clanged as the man entered. "I swear I didn't look at your papers," Sappho blurted, "And I think you're the greatest at, um, what you do, regardless of what I said to Phil here." 


The waitress poked her head out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was. If she had cared (which she didn't,) she would have wondered why those two were scared of some guy with an umbrella. "Can I get you somethin'?" she asked. "Sit anywhere ya like."

 

[A L M O S]

Sappho followed Phil's gaze. Of course, the man with the umbrella looked normal, but there was definitely something off about him.


"A god," Sappho said breathlessly. "I haven't seen one in a long, long time."


The man (who was not a man) inched closer and closer to the diner. Sappho suddenly felt very inadequate. The first god I see in centuries, yet I happen to be dressed like this?


Least I know why Phil was so nervous.


The bell on the door clanged as the man entered. "I swear I didn't look at your papers," Sappho blurted, "And I think you're the greatest at, um, what you do, regardless of what I said to Phil here." 


The waitress poked her head out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was. If she had cared (which she didn't,) she would have wondered why those two were scared of some guy with an umbrella. "Can I get you somethin'?" she asked. "Sit anywhere ya like."





 






 






 

Hitch looked at the girl. She was unkempt and slightly brash, but he had been in contact with far worse, for far worse. He looked over to the Waitress first "Tea - Fresh boiled water. Milk at room temperature." Without waiting for her to reply he walked over to where Phillip and the girl sat. He stared at Phil for a moment, and the younger man quickly got up and moved the chair to the side, after which Hitch promptly took the seat next to him, directly opposite Sappho. While still looking her in the eye, Hitch spoke - clearly directed towards Phil. "It seems that you have time for cake and friends, I might need to give you a promotion - since you are so clearly drowning in downtime." Phil, frowned while staring at the side of Hitch's head, yet there was also a twinge of sadness as well. "No, I am not taking some down time. I came here to work. This young lady just helped me out when I fell over... sir." He looked down sadly at the table. "After which she served herself a liberal helping of trade secrets? as payment for this service?" Hitch looked at the documents, and then back at her. "NO! She said she would not have. I believe her and I-" Hitch lifted his hand and Phil fell silent. "Yes, she proved herself to you and she insisted that she would not, again just now. I think the lady might protest too much. How long have you been a spy for the Shadow?" Hitch pinned her with a stare - clearly begging her to try and lie to him.


(sorry for the delay, but i had some things to do. Now I need to get some sleep. Continue later)

 

[Bethari]

Hitch looked at the girl. She was unkempt and slightly brash, but he had been in contact with far worse, for far worse. He looked over to the Waitress first "Tea - Fresh boiled water. Milk at room temperature." Without waiting for her to reply he walked over to where Phillip and the girl sat. He stared at Phil for a moment, and the younger man quickly got up and moved the chair to the side, after which Hitch promptly took the seat next to him, directly opposite Sappho. While still looking her in the eye, Hitch spoke - clearly directed towards Phil. "It seems that you have time for cake and friends, I might need to give you a promotion - since you are so clearly drowning in downtime." Phil, frowned while staring at the side of Hitch's head, yet there was also a twinge of sadness as well. "No, I am not taking some down time. I came here to work. This young lady just helped me out when I fell over... sir." He looked down sadly at the table. "After which she served herself a liberal helping of trade secrets? as payment for this service?" Hitch looked at the documents, and then back at her. "NO! She said she would not have. I believe her and I-" Hitch lifted his hand and Phil fell silent. "Yes, she proved herself to you and she insisted that she would not, again just now. I think the lady might protest too much. How long have you been a spy for the Shadow?" Hitch pinned her with a stare - clearly begging her to try and lie to him.


(sorry for the delay, but i had some things to do. Now I need to get some sleep. Continue later)

((Okies. Here's my reply, anyway.))


The waitress busied herself to get the umbrella man's order, muttering about milk and the crazy hours these kids keep nowadays.


"What in Tartar-, I mean God's name is the Shadow?" Sappho asked, brushing some hair out of her face. "By the way, nice Hamlet reference," she said, trying to lighten the mood.


Hitch (it would have to be Hitch, right?) said nothing, just glared. The paper napkin holder was still on the table. At the time, she didn't question her impulse to hide it.


"Ophelia here tripped on one of the papers you gave him, which caused me to spill my coffee and lose half a day's work," she said, covertly waving the memo off the table. "Not that I'm bitter."


Sappho gave a theatrical glare to Phil, then continued, "So, I hear you're the head of a multi-national, mega conglomerate corporation."


     The waitress returned to the threesome with Hitch's tea. "Sorry," she rasped, "But we've got no room-temperature milk. Not unless you want me to leave some on the counter for an hour." The waitress disliked patrons who incredibly particular, though she tried her damnedest not to show it. Picky customers tended to be lousy tippers. She'd rather deal with neurotic night owls. She smiled at Phil and refilled his and Sappho's cups with fresh coffee before retiring to the kitchen.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

((I like Sappho.  She's got spunk and a spark. I can tell. @Bethari


I see that the paranoia has really set in for old Hitchery Ditchery Doo. @Almosegosum))

 

[A L M O S]

((Okies. Here's my reply, anyway.))


The waitress busied herself to get the umbrella man's order, muttering about milk and the crazy hours these kids keep nowadays.


"What in Tartar-, I mean God's name is the Shadow?" Sappho asked, brushing some hair out of her face. "By the way, nice Hamlet reference," she said, trying to lighten the mood.


Hitch (it would have to be Hitch, right?) said nothing, just glared. The paper napkin holder was still on the table. At the time, she didn't question her impulse to hide it.


"Ophelia here tripped on one of the papers you gave him, which caused me to spill my coffee and lose half a day's work," she said, covertly waving the memo off the table. "Not that I'm bitter."


Sappho gave a theatrical glare to Phil, then continued, "So, I hear you're the head of a multi-national, mega conglomerate corporation."


     The waitress returned to the threesome with Hitch's tea. "Sorry," she rasped, "But we've got no room-temperature milk. Not unless you want me to leave some on the counter for an hour." The waitress disliked patrons who incredibly particular, though she tried her damnedest not to show it. Picky customers tended to be lousy tippers. She'd rather deal with neurotic night owls. She smiled at Phil and refilled his and Sappho's cups with fresh coffee before retiring to the kitchen.





 






 






 

While she was not being altogether disrespectful, she clearly had no shortage of moxie. While Phil could see it as that and admire it, Hitch most likely could not differentiate between that and outward mocking or hostility... and with each sentence Phil's eyes widened and widened more. That  along with disappointing tea... oh gods. Phil shot up from the chair and fell outwards, moaning loudly and clutching his head while writhing on the floor.  While Sappho could easily see that he was acting, Hitch looked over and the faintest measure of concern came across his face. He waved his hand, and the boy on the floor was next to him, standing upright. Hitch grabbed his chin and began inspecting the wound, opening his eyes to judge his reaction times. "There is nothing to suggest this reaction, it might be either a fluke, perhaps an unaccounted for previous condition, or it might be nothing much and you are just... I believe the term is weak?" Hitch smirked, showing that he was at joking, before he smacked the boy on the good side of his head. "See, now the other side hurts, so you wont notice the first." He turned back to the girl. "Well then, You show no signs of lying to me, so I guess you might be innocent... I will decide after you show me that napkin you so inconspicuously swiped." He pointed to where it logically should now be, and snapped his fingers. It now appeared in front of them, laid out in clear focus on the middle of the table. Phil, hastily sat down and pushed the tea towards HItch, "Never Mind, sir. It's just some writing. It's what she does. Probably just Fanfiction right? Nothing of value, right?" He looked at her, conveying in a look the fact that if this could in any way bring problems, then this better be fanfiction - even if it was not. While doing this, Hitch was grimacing at the tea, lifting it and sniffing at it lightly. "Why don't we talk about our company? She would most likely like to know what we do, and who better than the CEO to tell her! She thought we were an insurance company! HA HA HA"  Even to phil's own ears the laughing sounded fake. "We might, after you stop distracting me from hearing what she has to say about the napkin though..." Hitch's tone, which seemed to have become slightly less ominous, still had is casual seriousness which would make many lesser people cower.

 

[Stormyface]

Akuma shut the book. He had read enough about kingdoms getting shuffled from one conqueror to the next. He decided to visit Olympus again. Perhaps someone there could tell him of there were any demons in the mortal realm, besides... him.


Akuma stepped through the key-portal thing provided for him, and took a look around.

SEX!
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((Now that I have your attention, open for interaction!))

 

[Firebear]

Hitch saw the Phenomenon. He sighed. I guess tea is done. He got up, and the waiter made to walk over to present the bill... before he fell back. Oh yea... He does not do bills. He offered a polite wave and a smile as Hitch walked out of the tea room. Hitch located Ilim after a second, and teleported to Him. "We have a problem."

Ilim looked worriedly at the sky. "I can see that. I have a feeling Nox just went forward with her plan." Had she chosen Sirius to be Earth's doom just to spite him? She must have. Why else would it be the very star he made for Munashe? "It's going 56 times the speed of light. We have eight weeks to stop it. I think this is a call to be a bit more active." He snapped his fingers.


A thin six-winged angel stepped out of the air. It seemed to be made of a white metal and its face shone with the radiance of a desert sun. For some undefinable reasons it had one eye in each of its four palms.


"You are Akkabbah. Your mission is a quest of prevention. Find the boy known as Jamie and eliminate him. No others are to be harmed unless they fight for him. A girl named Amanda may fight for him, if she attacks you she will be non-lethally neutralized. You know your purpose. Go!"


The angel bowed and disappeared in a flash of geometric light. Ilim sighed. "I had hoped I would not have to harm the boy, but Nox has forced my hand. He will be a hinder if we are to stop this runaway star. I was planning on giving you a dragon, but that'll have to wait. Until next time, Hitch." He strode off.


((Holy hellballs, the first week of school has been incredibly busy. I haven't even had any time to do anything but approve characters until now.))

 

[A L M O S]

Ilim looked worriedly at the sky. "I can see that. I have a feeling Nox just went forward with her plan." Had she chosen Sirius to be Earth's doom just to spite him? She must have. Why else would it be the very star he made for Munashe? "It's going 56 times the speed of light. We have eight weeks to stop it. I think this is a call to be a bit more active." He snapped his fingers.


A thin six-winged angel stepped out of the air. It seemed to be made of a white metal and its face shone with the radiance of a desert sun. For some undefinable reasons it had one eye in each of its four palms.


"You are Akkabbah. Your mission is a quest of prevention. Find the boy known as Jamie and eliminate him. No others are to be harmed unless they fight for him. A girl named Amanda may fight for him, if she attacks you she will be non-lethally neutralized. You know your purpose. Go!"


The angel bowed and disappeared in a flash of geometric light. Ilim sighed. "I had hoped I would not have to harm the boy, but Nox has forced my hand. He will be a hinder if we are to stop this runaway star. I was planning on giving you a dragon, but that'll have to wait. Until next time, Hitch." He strode off.


((Holy hellballs, the first week of school has been incredibly busy. I haven't even had any time to do anything but approve characters until now.))

Hitch, who had been practicing his multi-presence skills, by being both at Phil and Ilim, sighed at both places, and the second dissipated. Another copy appeared in his office. He opened a connection to hundreds of his higher ups - spread all over the world. - they all answered immediately. Behind them there were multiple scenes, where either massive enclosures where being built, artificial farms, alternative water generators, training facilities where hundreds more were being prepped and taught how to survive in space. "Attention - Primacy level Announcement. Accelerate Project WAKE THE WAR GOD. We have six weeks. I want everything and everyone ready for mass teleportation in five. We have occupancy for two hundred thousand. We will take maximum capacity-" he was interrupted by one of his advisers "Sir... while we can take that number, since we have only done a few exploratory missions, would not it not advisable to take a smaller-" Hitch frowned and he became quiet. "There is a Possible Planetary Extinction Level event on course. Naturally I shall do all in my power to stop it, and there are even greater forces aiding me in this. This is the backup. The best option I can offer humanity. I do not know any other gods that will help in this. I have work to do. So do you all. We can not afford panic. If someone does, they are to be removed and someone capable is to take their place. Do not fail me." Hitch cut off the feed and began going over schematics and running simulations. 

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Jamie


Jamie sat beside Amanda, content to let her gather herself. He swung his feet happily. A lone raven glided down from a post and landed lightly in his lap. It was followed promptly by another. 


"Hi Muninn, Huginn. How are you?" Jamie giggled as the ravens cawed like crows in indignation. They hated it when he called them those names; just because they were older than ravens should be,  102 years today. 


"Well happy birthday anyway. This is my best friend,  Mandy. She's really sweet,  so be nice." Both ravens followed his gaze and glared at Amanda with looks of disapproval; she wasn't good enough for their little bird. 


@Firebear


((no rush. Just a placeholder really.))


Gaël


He had been meditating for the better part of a day. It helped him findreplacesand prayers he needed to replace. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to him,  not even a sense of patience. Something wasn't right. 


Gaël groaned and returned to the physical plane; he was making no progress anyway. He stood and stretched slowly as he thought about Akuma, and the fact that his presence had left the keep sometime ago.


'I hope he is alright. I have been a terrible host. Mother would destroy me if she ever found out.' He hung his head at the thought.


Gaël left his room and began seeing to the staff and the keep. It would be best to be prepared for Akuma's return. 


'Hopefully,  I'll keep from embarrassing myself further.'


@Stormyface


((sry again for bailing before.)) 


Nox


Nox watched cooly as the Gods of Earth prepared for the first true starfall event in 12 million years. It was unfortunate that Ilim's own reckless anger led to this, but she could do nothing to stop it; it was not yet Sirius' time to die and unmaking it was her only course of action. 


"You'd better be ready be ready for this my angry little Spark. There is more to this 'star' than meets the eye." She knew that he could not hear her, for everything on Earth was currently beyond her reach. Nox was bound to observe all that passed. 


Out of nowhere, several satellites orbiting the Earth on the "night side" exploded into shrapnel and were pulled in by Earth's gravity. Nox watched dejectedly and would've rolled her eyes if she had any. 


@Almosegosum


'It is unfortunate that I could never get Davra to look over her shoulder.'


((I'm making my own fun. Everyone should feel free to react. I'm sure all the gods will feel the shift in Fate soon enough.)) 

 

[A L M O S]

Jamie


Jamie sat beside Amanda, content to let her gather herself. He swung his feet happily. A lone raven glided down from a post and landed lightly in his lap. It was followed promptly by another. 


"Hi Muninn, Huginn. How are you?" Jamie giggled as the ravens cawed like crows in indignation. They hated it when he called them those names; just because they were older than ravens should be,  102 years today. 


"Well happy birthday anyway. This is my best friend,  Mandy. She's really sweet,  so be nice." Both ravens followed his gaze and glared at Amanda with looks of disapproval; she wasn't good enough for their little bird. 


@Firebear


((no rush. Just a placeholder really.))


Gaël


He had been meditating for the better part of a day. It helped him findreplacesand prayers he needed to replace. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to him,  not even a sense of patience. Something wasn't right. 


Gaël groaned and returned to the physical plane; he was making no progress anyway. He stood and stretched slowly as he thought about Akuma, and the fact that his presence had left the keep sometime ago.


'I hope he is alright. I have been a terrible host. Mother would destroy me if she ever found out.' He hung his head at the thought.


Gaël left his room and began seeing to the staff and the keep. It would be best to be prepared for Akuma's return. 


'Hopefully,  I'll keep from embarrassing myself further.'


@Stormyface


((sry again for bailing before.)) 


Nox


Nox watched cooly as the Gods of Earth prepared for the first true starfall event in 12 million years. It was unfortunate that Ilim's own reckless anger led to this, but she could do nothing to stop it; it was not yet Sirius' time to die and unmaking it was her only course of action. 


"You'd better be ready be ready for this my angry little Spark. There is more to this 'star' than meets the eye." She knew that he could not hear her, for everything on Earth was currently beyond her reach. Nox was bound to observe all that passed. 


Out of nowhere, several satellites orbiting the Earth on the "night side" exploded into shrapnel and were pulled in by Earth's gravity. Nox watched dejectedly and would've rolled her eyes if she had any. 


@Almosegosum


'It is unfortunate that I could never get Davra to look over her shoulder.'


((I'm making my own fun. Everyone should feel free to react. I'm sure all the gods will feel the shift in Fate soon enough.)) 





 

(Ehem... did you just destroy my satellites? Because I could have sworn you had not done so... again then, You did not just destroy my satalites? right?)

 

[Stormyface]

Jamie


Jamie sat beside Amanda, content to let her gather herself. He swung his feet happily. A lone raven glided down from a post and landed lightly in his lap. It was followed promptly by another. 


"Hi Muninn, Huginn. How are you?" Jamie giggled as the ravens cawed like crows in indignation. They hated it when he called them those names; just because they were older than ravens should be,  102 years today. 


"Well happy birthday anyway. This is my best friend,  Mandy. She's really sweet,  so be nice." Both ravens followed his gaze and glared at Amanda with looks of disapproval; she wasn't good enough for their little bird. 


@Firebear


((no rush. Just a placeholder really.))


Gaël


He had been meditating for the better part of a day. It helped him findreplacesand prayers he needed to replace. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to him,  not even a sense of patience. Something wasn't right. 


Gaël groaned and returned to the physical plane; he was making no progress anyway. He stood and stretched slowly as he thought about Akuma, and the fact that his presence had left the keep sometime ago.


'I hope he is alright. I have been a terrible host. Mother would destroy me if she ever found out.' He hung his head at the thought.


Gaël left his room and began seeing to the staff and the keep. It would be best to be prepared for Akuma's return. 


'Hopefully,  I'll keep from embarrassing myself further.'


@Stormyface


((sry again for bailing before.)) 


Nox


Nox watched cooly as the Gods of Earth prepared for the first true starfall event in 12 million years. It was unfortunate that Ilim's own reckless anger led to this, but she could do nothing to stop it; it was not yet Sirius' time to die and unmaking it was her only course of action. 


"You'd better be ready be ready for this my angry little Spark. There is more to this 'star' than meets the eye." She knew that he could not hear her, for everything on Earth was currently beyond her reach. Nox was bound to observe all that passed. 


Out of nowhere, several satellites orbiting the Earth on the "night side" exploded into shrapnel and were pulled in by Earth's gravity. Nox watched dejectedly and would've rolled her eyes if she had any. 


@Almosegosum


'It is unfortunate that I could never get Davra to look over her shoulder.'


((I'm making my own fun. Everyone should feel free to react. I'm sure all the gods will feel the shift in Fate soon enough.)) 

((S'okay :3))

 

[Prrrgadilly]

(( @Almosegosum I didn't destroy Hitch's satellites specifically. They were just random satellites. There's a slight chance that one or two of them may have been yours tho.))

 

[Firebear]

Jamie


Jamie sat beside Amanda, content to let her gather herself. He swung his feet happily. A lone raven glided down from a post and landed lightly in his lap. It was followed promptly by another. 


"Hi Muninn, Huginn. How are you?" Jamie giggled as the ravens cawed like crows in indignation. They hated it when he called them those names; just because they were older than ravens should be,  102 years today. 


"Well happy birthday anyway. This is my best friend,  Mandy. She's really sweet,  so be nice." Both ravens followed his gaze and glared at Amanda with looks of disapproval; she wasn't good enough for their little bird. 


@Firebear


((no rush. Just a placeholder really.))

Amanda waved and smiled awkwardly. Were those birds judging her? That was a new low and Amanda had had many lows. Calcifer shot out of her pocket in excitement upon hearing the ravens' names. Then he sighed.


They're just really old birds, he thought, disappointed. 


"Right, Jamie. Did you have anything to ask me?", Amanda said, whilst mentally comforting Calcifer.


((Oh, hey. Some time between homework, nice.))