Of Gods and Monsters
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Spectre
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slight understatement.
good to know books are WD40 tier now...
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Ok, so seeing as we have a three way tie right now I'm going to extend the vote until 6 pm EST tomorrow. If there's still a tie at that point I'll roll dice to see wither we head to the park or the bookstore.
I plan on using AL's plan in conjunction with either of those two because of the dialogue options it opens up.
I plan on using AL's plan in conjunction with either of those two because of the dialogue options it opens up.
Always Late
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Yaay! I did a thing! Teenage drama, here we come!
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Hell the dialogue practically wrote itself in my head.
Always Late
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Athena is known as slow to anger, and very wrathful once she gets to that point.
Teenagers... basically the other way around.
Part 5: Shaken and Stirred (literally)
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Your head spins as the events of the last 12 hours, and the realization of what they mean, speed through it like a group of Formula 1 cars at Monaco. When you woke up this morning your biggest concern was keeping your Schizophrenia under wraps until you went off to college at UCLA.
Now, instead of having a mental condition, it turns out you're some sort of freak of nature with an honest to god (no pun intended) ancient Greek deity in your head. A deity who's been hounding you for the last few months, who's existence pretty much implies that your understanding of the world is complete bullshit, and who just dropped a bombshell of a warning that pretty much means you can kiss your college hopes bye-bye.
And to top it all off, your mom, who dad told you died within hours of giving birth to you, has actually been alive your entire life. She also appears to be immortal, a host herself, and you're currently talking to two girls who claim to have known her a long time despite looking barely older than you…
In other words, you're very confused, very scared, and very, very, very pissed off.
Your gaze locks on your father, a man who had thought you could trust your entire life. You're not so sure now though. How many times had you meet mom, introduced as some sort of cousin, distant relative, or family friend and not known? When was he planning on telling you? You have a lot of questions that are in serious need of some answers.
"Dad, what the hell! You lied to me about my mother!" The words escape your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying. "How could you?"
"Lex I-"
"You what dad?" You ask, cutting him off before he has a chance to speak. "Thought you and mom were protecting me? That my life would be better if I didn't know? Because surprise, my life has gone to hell in a handbasket in the last few months because I had nothing to prepare me for this."
"Miss Myers," Alastair interjects, coming to your dad's defense. "As someone who has faced this problem myself, your mother and father made the right choice. While the children of hosts are more likely to become hosts as well, plenty have lived normal lives. Outside of a few special cases, it is almost impossible to tell whether or not someone will grow up to be a host."
"And that gives him the right to lie to me about the existence of my own mother?" You shoot back, your eyes growing watery. "I don't know whether my mother's still alive, if I can even talk to her, or where she fits in all this host craziness, and yet you expect me to trust anything any of you say."
You turn back towards the door, grabbing your coat as you pass the coatrack in the hallway. "I'm heading to the bookstore dad." You say over your shoulder. "Don't try to follow me." You add as you catch both Elizabeth and Catherine grabbing their own coats from their chairs. "I just… I need a few minutes by myself to process this. Give me that, and then we can talk about whatever the hell this is all about."
The owner of the book store is an old friend of your dad, and is more than happy to let you camp out in his store for a little bit. Grabbing every book on mythology you can find in the store, even the Lord of the Rings one just to be on the safe side, you spend the better part of two hours figuring out just what you've been dragged into, and while the information you're able to gleam from them doesn't make you feel a whole lot better, you've at least slowed your brain down to a point that it isn't running a million miles an hour anymore.
Thanking the owner one more time after you replace your research material, you walk out of the store. Looking up you notice a figure dressed in a black coat, catching him just in time to see him fire off a trio of arrows from a really old looking bow. You throw your arms in front of your face in one last futile attempt to protect yourself. The last thing you remember before being thrown through the plate glass window that decorates the front of the bookstore is a flash of silver.
When you come to, you find yourself in the bookstore. Your body's covered in cuts from the broken glass window, your shoulder's fiery screams of pain are only dulled by your pounding head… and you're covered by a large silver shield.
"Thanks." You say weakly as you look at the shield, no doubt the work of Athena.
You're welcome. You hear the voice in your head reply. The assailant's still out there, and there are more creatures approaching the front of the store. I would advise leaving the area.
[] "For once I agree with you."
-[] Make a break for it out the front. Your only a few blocks from your house.
-Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
[] Stay put.You have no doubt that the cavalry, both mythical and mortal, is on its way here after an explosion like that.
Now, instead of having a mental condition, it turns out you're some sort of freak of nature with an honest to god (no pun intended) ancient Greek deity in your head. A deity who's been hounding you for the last few months, who's existence pretty much implies that your understanding of the world is complete bullshit, and who just dropped a bombshell of a warning that pretty much means you can kiss your college hopes bye-bye.
And to top it all off, your mom, who dad told you died within hours of giving birth to you, has actually been alive your entire life. She also appears to be immortal, a host herself, and you're currently talking to two girls who claim to have known her a long time despite looking barely older than you…
In other words, you're very confused, very scared, and very, very, very pissed off.
Your gaze locks on your father, a man who had thought you could trust your entire life. You're not so sure now though. How many times had you meet mom, introduced as some sort of cousin, distant relative, or family friend and not known? When was he planning on telling you? You have a lot of questions that are in serious need of some answers.
"Dad, what the hell! You lied to me about my mother!" The words escape your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying. "How could you?"
"Lex I-"
"You what dad?" You ask, cutting him off before he has a chance to speak. "Thought you and mom were protecting me? That my life would be better if I didn't know? Because surprise, my life has gone to hell in a handbasket in the last few months because I had nothing to prepare me for this."
"Miss Myers," Alastair interjects, coming to your dad's defense. "As someone who has faced this problem myself, your mother and father made the right choice. While the children of hosts are more likely to become hosts as well, plenty have lived normal lives. Outside of a few special cases, it is almost impossible to tell whether or not someone will grow up to be a host."
"And that gives him the right to lie to me about the existence of my own mother?" You shoot back, your eyes growing watery. "I don't know whether my mother's still alive, if I can even talk to her, or where she fits in all this host craziness, and yet you expect me to trust anything any of you say."
You turn back towards the door, grabbing your coat as you pass the coatrack in the hallway. "I'm heading to the bookstore dad." You say over your shoulder. "Don't try to follow me." You add as you catch both Elizabeth and Catherine grabbing their own coats from their chairs. "I just… I need a few minutes by myself to process this. Give me that, and then we can talk about whatever the hell this is all about."
The owner of the book store is an old friend of your dad, and is more than happy to let you camp out in his store for a little bit. Grabbing every book on mythology you can find in the store, even the Lord of the Rings one just to be on the safe side, you spend the better part of two hours figuring out just what you've been dragged into, and while the information you're able to gleam from them doesn't make you feel a whole lot better, you've at least slowed your brain down to a point that it isn't running a million miles an hour anymore.
Thanking the owner one more time after you replace your research material, you walk out of the store. Looking up you notice a figure dressed in a black coat, catching him just in time to see him fire off a trio of arrows from a really old looking bow. You throw your arms in front of your face in one last futile attempt to protect yourself. The last thing you remember before being thrown through the plate glass window that decorates the front of the bookstore is a flash of silver.
When you come to, you find yourself in the bookstore. Your body's covered in cuts from the broken glass window, your shoulder's fiery screams of pain are only dulled by your pounding head… and you're covered by a large silver shield.
"Thanks." You say weakly as you look at the shield, no doubt the work of Athena.
You're welcome. You hear the voice in your head reply. The assailant's still out there, and there are more creatures approaching the front of the store. I would advise leaving the area.
[] "For once I agree with you."
-[] Make a break for it out the front. Your only a few blocks from your house.
-Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
[] Stay put.You have no doubt that the cavalry, both mythical and mortal, is on its way here after an explosion like that.
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X] "For once I agree with you."
-[X]Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
-[X]Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
ConfusedPotato
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[x] "For once I agree with you."
-[x] Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
-[x] Head out the back. You almost got pin cushioned going out the front a few seconds ago.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
the gods chose their hosts.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
Athena: *insert speech about how the fate of the world is at stake, and that this is bigger than anyone person.*
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Heaven forbid people in the know act decisively to save people. No, the civies have to be asked how they feel about stuff they never demonstrated any interest in or know anything about.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
just something else to point out on this now that I think about it. if the hosts acted like the gods in their heads a lot of them would be even more screwed than Alexa.
Take Elizabeth for example. Calling Sekhmet a fanatical psychopath would be a generous description of her. I mean the most famous story involving her is the one where Ra sends her against a small group of rebellious humans and in the process nearly ended the human race due to her blood lost, only stopping after Ra disguised wine as blood and got her black out drunk off it. If Elizabeth acted like Sekhmet all the time she'd have to be straight jacketed/ put in a medically induced coma permanently.
Now hosts generally do pick up a few personality quirks from the god in their head, but outside of a very rare few cases where their personalities match up almost exactly, they often have distinct personalities.
Part 6: From Bad to Worse
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
You take a second to do the math on your situation. You're on the wrong end of seven to one odds, and one of those seven is packing the bow and arrow equivalent of a grenade launcher. Those would have been impossible odds for you when you're at your best, and with your left arm refusing to work, a couple dozen cuts on your body, and a grade 2 concussion at least, you are far from your best.
"For once," You say as you pick yourself off the floor. "We're in agreement."
You don't dare go out the front, lest you give Malcolm Merlyn up there on the rooftop a second shot at you. Scurrying to the back you kick open the door, and realize you forgot about the picket fence that blocks off the back lot of the property.
Any ideas? You ask Athena, out of them yourself. You can't climb the fence with only one good arm, and if you stay here you die here. As if to emphasize the later point, you hear a blood curdling scream as the store owner is cut down by whatever is tracking you.
Charge the fence.
Really? You think. You're a goddess of strategy and tactics, and the best thing you can think of is 'charge'? You really think I can bust through that thing in my state?
And you think that measly wooden fence will stop the mighty Aegis.
Given everything that's happened today, she might have a point. Taking a few steps back, you charge the fence with all your strength, leading with your one good arm. To your surprise, the wooden board splinters like matchsticks without any resistance, with you stumbling you to the other side.
Getting back up, you turn just in time to see a figure emerge from the shop's rear entrance. He looks human, but the man's skin is a very unhealthy grey and his clothes look like something more out of a renaissance fair than your normal everyday wear. His charcoal black eyes lock on to you amidst the carnage of your battering ram attempt, and the man shouts in what you think is German but can't quite be sure.
Move. Athena says rather unnecessarily as you start sprinting for the next fence, smashing through it with ease. You repeat the process two more times before your body, weak from injury and exhaustion, refuses to go any further. You bounce off the wooden planks, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. Forcing yourself back up, you desperately start pounding on the fence with the edge of your shield, hoping to breakthrough to freedom. You know that you can't be more than a half block from your house, and if you can get there you'll be safe.
You're so lost in that thought you forget about the men chasing you, but the thrown axe that impales itself in the fence an inch from your head bringing them sharply back into focus. Turning around, you realize that either Athena the goddess of wisdom failed math class, or there were more than she knew about. 11 figures, a mixture of chainmail clad Vikings, renaissance men wielding giant swords, and Ashigaru foot soldiers armed with wooden poles topped with oversized bowie knives, close in on you through the holes in the fences you made for your escape. All 11 figures have the same complexion and eyes of the one you saw exiting the book store, some even showing old battle wounds.
They form a semi-circle around you, leaving you with no avenues of escape. As you watch them entrap you, the leader, a Viking who is also the one who likely threw the axe at you given the identical one he carries in his left hand, charges you with the intention of finishing you off.
What happens next, you're not entirely sure can be explained. With a sudden surge of strength your shield arm raises to meet the axe mid swing, knocking the Viking back a few steps. Before he can recover you slam the edge of the shield into his windpipe, an audible crack emitting from his larynx as its crushed. A third hit, delivered to the side of the things head as he falls to his knees, finishes off the undead Viking for good.
His body hasn't even finished melting into the ground before you're set upon by his compatriots. You manage to stop a few hits with your shield, and dodge a few more, but the ones that connect with you begin to take their toll. A cut here, a glancing blow there, and finally another super arrow that sends you careening into the fence after it connects with your shield.
Dazed from the impact, you try to get up only to collapse on your back, whatever second wind you had failing you now. Looking up you see the archer on the roof top across from you, clearly no longer seeing you as a threat as he leans on his bow.
"You want to know the truth?" He asks. "You weren't my intended target. No, I was hoping to bag much bigger prey than you. I mean, taking a godling out of play is always a good thing, but knocking off two of the Sinclairs…" You see him shake his head. "They would have been the greatest prey I had ever taken down. Now I was hoping to keep you alive until they showed up to help you, but seeing as their no-shows…" Your view is blocked by one of the Germans, one foot planted on your body as he grasps his sword in both hands, ready to run it through your heart.
"I'm going to have to speed this up. Just wanted to say it's nothing personal, kid."
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Perspective change:
[] Elizabeth
[] Catherine
"For once," You say as you pick yourself off the floor. "We're in agreement."
You don't dare go out the front, lest you give Malcolm Merlyn up there on the rooftop a second shot at you. Scurrying to the back you kick open the door, and realize you forgot about the picket fence that blocks off the back lot of the property.
Any ideas? You ask Athena, out of them yourself. You can't climb the fence with only one good arm, and if you stay here you die here. As if to emphasize the later point, you hear a blood curdling scream as the store owner is cut down by whatever is tracking you.
Charge the fence.
Really? You think. You're a goddess of strategy and tactics, and the best thing you can think of is 'charge'? You really think I can bust through that thing in my state?
And you think that measly wooden fence will stop the mighty Aegis.
Given everything that's happened today, she might have a point. Taking a few steps back, you charge the fence with all your strength, leading with your one good arm. To your surprise, the wooden board splinters like matchsticks without any resistance, with you stumbling you to the other side.
Getting back up, you turn just in time to see a figure emerge from the shop's rear entrance. He looks human, but the man's skin is a very unhealthy grey and his clothes look like something more out of a renaissance fair than your normal everyday wear. His charcoal black eyes lock on to you amidst the carnage of your battering ram attempt, and the man shouts in what you think is German but can't quite be sure.
Move. Athena says rather unnecessarily as you start sprinting for the next fence, smashing through it with ease. You repeat the process two more times before your body, weak from injury and exhaustion, refuses to go any further. You bounce off the wooden planks, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. Forcing yourself back up, you desperately start pounding on the fence with the edge of your shield, hoping to breakthrough to freedom. You know that you can't be more than a half block from your house, and if you can get there you'll be safe.
You're so lost in that thought you forget about the men chasing you, but the thrown axe that impales itself in the fence an inch from your head bringing them sharply back into focus. Turning around, you realize that either Athena the goddess of wisdom failed math class, or there were more than she knew about. 11 figures, a mixture of chainmail clad Vikings, renaissance men wielding giant swords, and Ashigaru foot soldiers armed with wooden poles topped with oversized bowie knives, close in on you through the holes in the fences you made for your escape. All 11 figures have the same complexion and eyes of the one you saw exiting the book store, some even showing old battle wounds.
They form a semi-circle around you, leaving you with no avenues of escape. As you watch them entrap you, the leader, a Viking who is also the one who likely threw the axe at you given the identical one he carries in his left hand, charges you with the intention of finishing you off.
What happens next, you're not entirely sure can be explained. With a sudden surge of strength your shield arm raises to meet the axe mid swing, knocking the Viking back a few steps. Before he can recover you slam the edge of the shield into his windpipe, an audible crack emitting from his larynx as its crushed. A third hit, delivered to the side of the things head as he falls to his knees, finishes off the undead Viking for good.
His body hasn't even finished melting into the ground before you're set upon by his compatriots. You manage to stop a few hits with your shield, and dodge a few more, but the ones that connect with you begin to take their toll. A cut here, a glancing blow there, and finally another super arrow that sends you careening into the fence after it connects with your shield.
Dazed from the impact, you try to get up only to collapse on your back, whatever second wind you had failing you now. Looking up you see the archer on the roof top across from you, clearly no longer seeing you as a threat as he leans on his bow.
"You want to know the truth?" He asks. "You weren't my intended target. No, I was hoping to bag much bigger prey than you. I mean, taking a godling out of play is always a good thing, but knocking off two of the Sinclairs…" You see him shake his head. "They would have been the greatest prey I had ever taken down. Now I was hoping to keep you alive until they showed up to help you, but seeing as their no-shows…" Your view is blocked by one of the Germans, one foot planted on your body as he grasps his sword in both hands, ready to run it through your heart.
"I'm going to have to speed this up. Just wanted to say it's nothing personal, kid."
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Perspective change:
[] Elizabeth
[] Catherine