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  2. Austin smiled back at her. He was dressed in black slacks and a dark grey button-down shirt, the sort someone might wear to church. The light drizzle in the breeze felt good to him, but he was glad he'd drove, so that if it did rain, it wouldn't be a reason to cut their afternoon short. "You're welcome. Thank you for saying yes. I had a great time at the dance with you, Yokiko, and trust me had it not been something as serious as it was, I wouldn't have left you there alone for any length of time." That was the absolute truth in his mind. He was abit curious as to how she heard about everything that happened. "I didn't know what happened to Nadya had gotten around already. As far as what I did, I'd do it for any of my bandmates, or friends. I just hate that I missed what was happening, that we all missed what was happening, and Nadya had to suffer that for so long. I am just glad she's back to herself now, and that no one was injured." There was a tinge of bitterness in his tone as he spoke about Nadya, which gave way to relief near the end. "As far as a small social circle, It's not how many friends you have that speaks to you character, but the strength of those friendships. If you'd like to expand your social circle some, You could always come hang out with us. Not the whole going on quests thing, Your band would probably get really mad over that, just hanging out. There's no rules against that, that I know of." His honest smile firmly in place, he meant it. They were on the same side, and at least with other Scions, she wouldn't have to be so mindful of what she said, and could relax some. Once they were in his jeep and driving away, without taking his eyes from the road, he asked. "So where would you like to eat lunch?" There was always the Drip, but it was likely to be crowded, and there were other places to eat, he just didn't know what she was in the mood for.
  3. Just as with the Dance Yokiko answered the door and stepped out onto the front porch. Austin could hear some talking going on inside, probably between her 'parents' and her. He didn't quite make it out, but when she opened the door and peeked her head in enough to say 'Okay, I will.' Then, 'A friend from school.' Followed up with a, 'I will. Don't worry. I have my phone.' She finally closed the door for good and turned and looked at him, slightly flushed. "Sorry, my family can be a bit over protective." Her accent was still thick proving her time in the states had been short. It was a wet autumn afternoon and it smelled like Halloween. Damp leaves and freshly fallen rain filled the air of the small Salem neighborhood. Everything was wet and a slight drizzle swept in on the breeze. Yokiko was in a pair of black jeans and a deep, ocean blue sweater that seemed a little too big on her and of course her thick leather gym bag which Austin knew contained her sword and who knew what else. "Thank you again for inviting me," she offered him a smile as she waved her long hair back behind her ear. Her sweater seemed to tighten at the cuff of wrist, keeping it from sliding back and forth across her arms. "And for the dance as well. I had a great evening. I heard about Niles Horne and what he did. You did a brave thing for your friend, Nadya. To think we were so close to her yesterday at the boutique and I never realized she was ensorcelled. It shows how little my social circle is." She seemed a bit embarrassed. "I don't have many friends."
  4. ((This fic is open to all who want to take part and takes place on Sunday, the day following the Band meeting.)) The sounds of steam, the scent of ground beans and the hubbub of voices were all underscored with gentle acoustic strumming from a solitary guitarist on the raised platform that served the Drip as a stage. It was warm here, an island of pleasant coziness and comfort against the first chill breeze of autumn. Grim sighed softly in relief as he sat down at a vacant table, setting a large mug of black coffee and a brownie in front of him as he shucked out of his overcoat, a blue duster that seemed a size or two large for his still-slender frame. Slender but solid, he'd realised when showering after his swim earlier. As part of his physical therapy to help regain more mobility in his leg, the scion of Odin had been mandated a daily swim by Coach Fingers in addition to hikes, combat training, and a confidence course he had to run once a week. Fingers was not the coddling sort, and Grim was grateful for it. He'd berate a student who didn't give 100%, but if you did give your all and still failed, he'd just nod and say "Again." Or if you were wiped out, he'd simply say "Hit the showers, and do better tomorrow." Under the regimen of exercise, Grim was not only recovering full use of his leg, he was getting stronger than he'd previously thought possible, though how much of that was his Aesir blood was hard to say. He still looked like he was made of coathangers, a condition exacerbated by the too-large second-hand clothing he wore, but Grim was enough of a young man to take some pride that he was growing out as well as up. Now, though, he was just glad to be sitting down with a warm cup of coffee. Pulling a book borrowed from Mr Syracuse from his bag, he flipped it open and settled in to read, now and then sipping from his mug as his mismatched eyes scanned the pages. There was a lot to catch up on, not just the year and a half of school he had missed, but the fact that all the legends and myths were, if not wholly true, then at least true enough to kill you if you were ignorant of them. The school was less of an issue - his mind had always been keen, but the ichor of Odin running through his veins now made schoolwork trivial. He paused for a moment, eyes not reading the words in front of him as he was lost in thought. Family. An odd thought, to have family. For years that word had been associated with a bitter old man who hated the sight of him. Now family meant having a sprawling array of larger-than-life, honest to goodness gods expecting great things of him. It was a step up, in many ways. Giving a rare, thin smile, Grim took a bite of brownie and went back to his book.
  5. Freya took a deep breath and savored the scent of the sea then let it out with a heavy sigh as she planted hands on her hips and shook her head saddle. "Ymir's stones Dracian, dammed good thing you don't want to take a crew, that thing will barley hold the three of us." The boats wasn't really all that bad much smaller that the dragon prowed ships of the Vanir but it did look sturdy and was rigged for the open water, it could sit only four oars though and they would have to do with just two and only half the rowers needed at that. Freya peered down at the markings on the ships aft, she recognized the letters these civilized men used to scribe words but had no knowledge of the reading. "What do those runes say?" Simeon glanced up from where he stood near there gear and stores where he had been taking account of the things delivered to them. "It is the boats name, it says Look-Far."
  6. With the dance over, it was back to their regularly scheduled lives. The band meeting had taken place on Saturday, if only to bring everyone up to speed without further adding to the drama of the dance. It had been later in the afternoon when Austin called up Yokiko to see if she'd like to get lunch and then catch a movie on Sunday, to which she agreed. There was alot going on in Salem right now, and with two full bands of Scions in town, he'd got to thinking. He really didn't know much about what Yokiko and her band did. Seldom had they really interacted, and he figured there was really no harm if in the course of the date, he asked what they'd been up to. He'd have to answer the same if she asked, but he was fine with that. It wasn't like it was a secret, or Donner couldn't probably beat the truth out of one of them if he really wanted to know it. They'd arranged for him to pick her up at noon, where they'd go get Dinner at a place of her choice, and then go see a movie he'd pick. All in all he was looking forward to this. It was no secret to anyone now that he liked her. As he pulled up into her driveway, Austin did his best to calm himself. She was the child of a Sea God, in a different band, who, thus far he'd gotten to spend some time with, and gone to one dance with. There was nothing at all to be nervous about... He shook his head to get that line of thought out of his mind, and then got out of his jeep and went to the door and knocked.
  7. I don't have any side stories planned. But I'm cool with participating in any that people would like me to.
  8. i'm up for anything if someone wants to start somethin
  9. Bonus Episode: "The Dance!" Basic Award: 4 points Total- Nadya: 5 (+1 for excessive use of 'Todd') Rachel: 4 Austin: 4 Grim: 4 Fisher: 4 Laurie: 4 Nadya - For being the STs puppet and being a good sport throughout the 'mind control' gig Nadya has learned the Epic Appearance Knack 'Perfect Actor' from the Demigod book. Episode 4: 'Quit Yer Witchin'!' is coming soon! (Get your Halloween costumes ready!)
  10. "This is your brain. And this is your brain on powdered Nemean tiger penis."
  11. See? These are the things I need to know. Okay, it breaks down like this: some Titanspawn will leave behind trophies. A trophy and a relic are not the same thing. For example, when you defeat a nemean creature its hide is the trophy, the clothing that can be made is the relic. You can't just wrap the skin around yourself and be protected, it needs to be made into something that can provide you with protection. As for the relics themselves, the finished product is what it is. That means you don't get to pick and choose any powers that go into it, it's not like when you make relics at character creation. For example hollowing out the tusks of a nemean boar might grant the players with a drinking 'horn' that, once stoppered, keeps any liquid placed within it chilled and fresh indefinitely (great for etir). The frozen heart of a powerful Yuki-Onna might grant a player access to the Frost purview. Everything is decided by the ST to help the players get access to the things they want/need to put their characters on the path they want to be on, without over awarding them with powerful objects that throw the game off balance. One it's a relic, unless it's a consumable one, it's generally indestructible, but can still be lost. Forging relics is an art that only a few legendary creatures can do, players generally can't unless it fits the theme of their divine parent (like a Scion of Hephaestus), or they actively seek to learn the knowledge on their own, and even then it takes a lot of training and ST permission. To clear it up now, I generally do not allow PCs to make relics from trophies because they have a tendency to bother me into wanting to customize them and add all sorts of OP garbage like ranged aggro damage that not soakable and shit like that. As recompense for not allowing players to make relics, I generally always have some sort of critter or caper in mind that will allow them to benefit from the spoils of the war their fighting in. Until trophies are processed into relics they don't do much with some exceptions, like giant's blood is pretty much ready to drink right out of the container, powdering horns is also pretty easy, but you need to know this sort of stuff. I don't recommend powdering and drinking everything you guys stumble across.
  12. I'm up for a meet-n-greet fic if others are. I know we decided to off-camera the band meeting but there's no reason it can't be a side fic if people want.
  13. guess you left your sense of humor back at work this morning
  14. I'd say everything doesn't have to be Norse this and Norse that... but Norse Mythology is the one I'm most familiar with, followed by Celtic and Greek/Roman, so... Probably dwarves, if not 20 feet tall. Would have Nadya ask if they sing like the dwarves in The Hobbit, and have them counter they prefer breakdancing and hip-hop.
  16. About those trophies.... I haven't played Scion at the table, only here, so I just have the books to go on. In the books, monsters drop trophies that generally have set effects, but they don't really go into relics after play has started beyond saying you can earn them. How are you going about it in this game? You've mentioned before about getting them forged - how so? And in what way? As Relics I presume, but how many dots and can we choose what we get? Only purviews, or unique powers? But most importantly, beyond asking Archie, who do we go see about getting them forged into whatever? Do you have some NPCs planned, or are you fine with us making them up? I had the sense you had some trophy-benders in mind, so that was why I hadn't pushed it, thought you'd reveal them in your own time.
  17. Justin. Dude. We all know Austin likes Yokiko, you don't have to specify that he's not taking her out just use her for information. If you'd like to do it 'on screen' then by all means, start a thread. You don't need my permission to write side fics as Modern Mythology has an open invitation for Free Writing. While it does say that your side fics can't have anything to do with the current story, there are exceptions (like coming to me and doing something as simple as asking me if it's cool). Possible Side Stories- -What if Darth Vader was evil because he was looking for love in Alderaan places? Dane tackles the tough questions plaguing today's youth. -What's Laurie been up to with Eric? How come you guys haven't seen a whole lot of her lately? -Yokiko and Austin go on a date where Austin will not take her out just to get information from her because he really likes her. -Grim meet and greet! Everyone, come meet Grim and have him stay for a Band meeting or something. Get him up to speed! -What if Google was deleted and we couldn't Google what happened to Google... a Dane introspective. -So, Nadya... still has all your trophies from the Spear-Finger battle guys. She gonna do anything with them? -What's Rachel/Taryn's home life like after Vidar's visit? What did he tell them that he couldn't share with Rachel? At anytime you wanna try writing something out, go for it. If you want me to give you a hand, simply ask. If you guys want all the little side stories to happen 'off screen' and you just hash out details in the chat room, that's cool too, I know a lot of us are short on time. You tell me what you want to do and how you wanna handle it. Justin, if you wanna do the date 'on screen', get it started, I'll gladly write for Yokiko.
  18. Yesterday
  19. 'I'm no Sean but if you need someone to focus their attention for whoever speaks next... I can handle that pretty easy and can be there soon as the Commander powers up the teleport pad.' Jeane's mental voice slipped into the link, concerned willingness flitting behind her words, having gotten fragmentary updates over the link and through her comm. Mike was stable, if unconscious and slowly healing, and the situation seemed on the verge of control, but if the team needed her help pushing it over the edge... She waited through the eternal heartbeats for a reply, PAM suit already in it's red-and-white bodyglove configuration, looking out the panoramic window on the Watchtower, not sure whether she should hope to be given a shot or be stifled by one of her more powerful, more experienced teammates using her idea or shooting it down as stupid. The blood on the floor next to her showed her the price of screwing up. She would not see it paid many times over.
  20. There was a part of him that hated this. Always subsuming his desires for the greater good. He didn't have to read her mind to know this was just reinforcing her decision, that This was his life, and no longer hers. As he rose to leave, she could see the sadness in his smile, and then the emotion drained away, much like the smile itself, his face a neutral mask as he shunt away his emotions. The crisis would demand cold rational thought, not his pain and sorrow. He left the diner and true to his word, Gatekeeper had a portal there straight to Tokyo. Walking through the portal which closed behind him, he immediately took stock of the situation. The Crowd was about to riot, that much was clear. With limited options, Abel moved to erect A barrier field around the entire plaza, keeping everyone there within and the riot from spreading further. Even as he did so he saw the telltale flashes of Jaunt's presence, but he wasn't concerned. He knew if Devin was the problem, she'd have said so, so he was likely here on his own. The crowd is contained, we need to find a way to calm them all down quickly. He sent into guildchat. Keep in mind this is all still being televised. He counted at least four film crews still recording, and sighed. Even as he spoke in guildchat, he put a contingency plan into action. He reached out to the only normal mind there who knew of his powers. Suddenly General Pryor heard his voice speaking directly into his mind. I'm sorry for the unsolicited intrusion General Pryor, But this was the easiest way to aprise you of things, and run my idea by you.. Vanguard has stopped the bombs, Jaunt is handling the small arms attackers. I have used my barriers to keep the crowd from rioting throughout the city. We need someone to calm them down, Do you think you can get the Emperor or someone to whom the crowd might listen to, to Speak again? I'll leave what's said to you and whoever speaks, but we need to hurry before they panic at being forced to remain here by my barrier.
  21. I am good to have Austin and Yokiko have a follow-up date, probably just going out for coffee and a show, and discussing the doings of their respective bands. He wouldn't just want to get info from her, but if she asks, he'll answer her questions. I'm game to do this OC in a series of posts either all public, or PM for ease of response and so it doesn't get lost somewhere. Or simply handling it off-camera, as time permits.
  22. Casey pondered the text as she looked through the leaves of the large potted plant which stood between her and Horatio and that woman. Eighty years old? No way. This chick didn't look any older than me, maybe it was a grand daughter or grand niece. I'll have to check on that. And weird, why would she do a personal background check on the caterer that her hired guy had already cleared and then your going to make a person you have just seen and met for the very first time and don't even know a VIP on a whim and give them a column in your news magazine. And that same person just happens to be a woman who buys coffee form my shop everyday and there is another guy here who buys coffee every day as well and I can remember them but I had never seen Horatio until the day he offered me this job even though he said that he and his dad, she sighed cutting the thought short … no way something just doesn't click and that's not even throwing in the weird dream or getting stabbed in the back by a nail that couldn't have been where it was. This was just so surreal everything from the day Mourn had walked into the Full Pot to this moment. Her thumbs flew across the face of her phone [[I'll see what I can do. E-mail me anything you have on her to my gmail address, articles, bios, everything you can find. And be discreet.]] Casey texted her friend then slipped the phone back into her clutch and reached up and moved one of the big fronds out of the way so she could see better. So much was going through her mind that she decided a little eaves dropping was in order. Horatio stood slightly askew to her while the woman, Maya, was facing him. They were talking but the noise of the party made it difficult to hear them clearly, luckily Horatio's face was clearly in sight and while she was no expert lip reader she was a talented lawyer, or had been, and she was well skilled in observing. She had spoken to Horatio enough to know how he talked, coupled with being able to see his mouth move and hear some of what he was saying, her brain was more than capable of filling in the rest. At least for his side of the conversation.
  23. Firanis shook her head in unfortunate reply. "Though our villages lay not that far apart, this is still largely unpopulated. Any manufactured shelter or outpost here has long been scavenged to other uses I think, or buried by the previous ages," the magenta-tressed woman admitted with a sigh and some regret as she glanced around quickly. "Any scavenging and tinkering will have to wait for another time, I am thinking. Come, though we are out in the open, we may still have time to find some better place to make camp, to keep our mounts safe and perhaps give us some meager shelter."
  24. Mel saw Brent's point, looking around and examining the men in question. One of them was practically taking advantage of the women in tight dresses to sneak looks whenever he felt he could get away with it. A bunch of them with definite chubs, whom would probably collapse before they got halfway through a basic army training obstacle course. One at the far end - with the dreadlocks whom perhaps it might be racial profiling to say he had been in a gang, except for the hints of tattoos and the look that confirm this was a man that had done serious violence before. Mel could pick up on these things. It was a pretty sorry lot, he reflected, and Brent Connors deserved to have better. Maybe whipping this lot into shape might not be so bad. "I see your point. So how'd you meet her anyway? I thought you'd have looked at the banks for a business loan."
  25. "Miss... Mason?" Genuine confusion crinkled Maya's features into a somewhat less attractive configuration as she tried to place the name. Someone she was familiar with, in the gallery? "I don't really recognize the n-" "The young woman in the rather... eye-catching white dress." "White dress, white dre- Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Right. The boobs. Got it. On one hand, Maya did actually get it: Casey was stacked, and guys were into that. On the other hand, hadn't she been on his arm when they walked up? "I do remember her, I just don't think I knew her name. She works at the coffee shop...?" It was clearly a question, if a rhetorical one- more for the sake of trying to confirm her own memory than asking for information. She was already regretting not grabbing a fresh glass of wine before engaging stealth mode to track down Mourne, since now she had nothing to do with her hands. "The Full Pot. They make a good dirty chai." Her raised eyebrows and the faint, dismissive shrug of her narrow shoulders were more suggestive than anything she actually said. "I don't really know her beyond that, but... Why ask me to tell you about myself and then ask about her?"
  26. [Maya] Horatio laughed. "Those art history classes probably over qualify you, or at least grant you more credibility that a majority of the people here tonight. I'd offer you a job, but it Ms. D'Sombra already head hunted you." His eyes panned her frame with an almost predatory appraisal. "Shame, that." "So," He quickly changed the topic. "I've a few minutes of free time before I have to get back to all of," he waved one hand about. "This madness. Tell me a bit about yourself, how do you know Ms. Mason? You two seemed to share a look of familiarity back there. Friends? Enemies? Frenemies? Any restraining orders between you two I should know about?" He was joking and it was obvious in his tone. He'd already gotten off on the wrong foot with her and was now trying as he might to repair some of that damage. [Mel] "Mel, everything rubs you the wrong way," Brent mused. "She pays amazingly well, and c'mon, let's both address the elephant in the room... none of our brass ever looked as good as her. She might be cut throat, man, but at least she's easy on the eyes." "But, yes, please do think about it, bro. I need someone out here I can trust," he motioned to a few of the detail. "Look at these jack holes. They're either out of shape, roid ragers, or they have a record a mile long. I need people with some moral fiber, some bac bone, some..." "Professionalism?" Mel helped him out. "Exactly," he punctuated with a swing of his champagne.
  27. What is known about Grim as a result of the off-camera introduction: Scion of Odin. Odd-colored eyes with a faint thin scar over the left one, seldom smiles, scarred hands from lots of thin cuts. Has a slight limp. Was mostly an invisible scrawny waif fading into the background of the school before his disappearance for 18 mths. Seems to have grown and filled out a little, but still wears too-big threadbare second hand clothing. Polite in a distant way, and sparing with words and expressions. Not shy or retiring - he will meet the eyes of whoever is speaking to him - but taciturn and hard to read. If anyone has any specific quizzing to do to him, that can happen on-camera.
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