Fantasy Welcome To Olympus (ALWAYS ACCEPTING!)

[WilliamDeen]

Timic followed the trail left by the beast, and thoughts crept into his head. "I wonder what kind of impact this creature would have left unchecked. Could it regain memories of its previous lives, or not? What are it goals? Could I get it to fill out documents?" Timic thought hard as he tracked. Tim ran behind, his arms full of equipment, excited something interesting was happening, an adventure! Tim thought he could see the creature up ahead, with a smaller creature he didn't recognize, but he couldn't be sure. VanRIPPED

 

[VanRIPPED]

Timic followed the trail left by the beast, and thoughts crept into his head. "I wonder what kind of impact this creature would have left unchecked. Could it regain memories of its previous lives, or not? What are it goals? Could I get it to fill out documents?" Timic thought hard as he tracked. Tim ran behind, his arms full of equipment, excited something interesting was happening, an adventure! Tim thought he could see the creature up ahead, with a smaller creature he didn't recognize, but he couldn't be sure. VanRIPPED

With jaws that size, Maw had no problem devouring the monster. It didnt really have a taste to his disappointment, but it did strangely quench his thirst. Well, it did smell of water anyway. He chewed on it, or what was left of it. Which was an arm sticking out of his mouth. Crunch crunch crunch. He purred happily.

 

[WilliamDeen]

Timic couldn't believe his eyes. Or his luck for that matter. When he finally found the experiment, another creature appeared to devour it, it's mouth expanding quite large to envelop the Storm being. Timic didn't know what to do. Tim, however, set up some instruments and started taking readings off the creature. Noting its size, appearance and ease it took to eat the being. Further study would be needed towards this creature and possible capture. Timic reevaluated the situation and took a step forward, a device raised. "Creature! I demand you spit out that being! It was a prisoner and experiment and I have the right to study it! If you should not comply I will be forced to capture you instead!" He said confidently. VanRIPPED

 

[VanRIPPED]

Timic couldn't believe his eyes. Or his luck for that matter. When he finally found the experiment, another creature appeared to devour it, it's mouth expanding quite large to envelop the Storm being. Timic didn't know what to do. Tim, however, set up some instruments and started taking readings off the creature. Noting its size, appearance and ease it took to eat the being. Further study would be needed towards this creature and possible capture. Timic reevaluated the situation and took a step forward, a device raised. "Creature! I demand you spit out that being! It was a prisoner and experiment and I have the right to study it! If you should not comply I will be forced to capture you instead!" He said confidently. VanRIPPED

Maw turned his attention to Timic, tilting his head and swallowing what was in his mouth. He sat down, scratching his scaly head with its back claws. He didnt seem too scared of the threat, instead he stood on his back legs as usual and stood over Timic. He shoved his nose into Timic, smelling the guy, before he made a chirp sound.

 

[WilliamDeen]

Timic vastly underestimated the size of this thing. He thought it was small, but somehow, some way, his sense of perception was off. It stood over him, sniffing at him. It made a noise and he staggered back. More data was needed. Action was needed. He pulled out a containment jar and flipped a few switches, activating it. He threw it at the beast, hoping it would get sucked into it and trapped in its glass. Tim readied a backup container in case that one failed and threw a net into Timics hands. VanRIPPED

 

[Stormyface]

"Can we not talk about Cthulhu while I'm around food? That drunken hookup was a mistake if I ever saw one. Just glad that it didn't come from me." Aster shivered ever so slightly. "Anyway, if you want to go, don't let me keep you. Though if you want alien weapons, I marked a galactic shopping mall on one of those star maps. It even has a hyperspace highway that has a station on a star 4.22 light years from here, which is also the closest star to Sol." Aster finished his wine as he prepared to go. "You go on and have fun, kiddo. I've got gifts to deliver still."

"Well, you have fun with that, Uncle." Aisha replied, getting up from her seat.
"I'll see you around."
She walks out the door and back into the alley, stepping through a portal to her room.
"Okay, time to look through those charts..."
Prrrgadilly

(Open for interaction, I guess I'll have Aisha grab space guns is nobody's interested)

 

[VanRIPPED]

Timic vastly underestimated the size of this thing. He thought it was small, but somehow, some way, his sense of perception was off. It stood over him, sniffing at him. It made a noise and he staggered back. More data was needed. Action was needed. He pulled out a containment jar and flipped a few switches, activating it. He threw it at the beast, hoping it would get sucked into it and trapped in its glass. Tim readied a backup container in case that one failed and threw a net into Timics hands. VanRIPPED

Maw saw the container being thrown and, tucking his legs under him and jumping at it, he snatched it out of the air. He didnt give it long, crushing it between his jaws and crunching it up into little bits. He wagged his tail, happy to be eating. He looked at Timic expectantly, waiting to be fed again.

 

[WilliamDeen]

Timic was flabbergasted. The container should've noted a being larger than itself and magically sucked it in to contain it. But it didn't. The beast ate it. Just ate it. He didn't expect that kind of response, not even realizing the containment system could be foiled like that. It seemed like he'd need to try a different method. It looked at him now, almost expectedly. Determined, he thrust the net at it, sending it out wide. If this worked, he could drag it back to the lab and contain it. Tim took readings about the being and noted its willingness to eat the containment unit. Strange to eat metal and glass. VanRIPPED

 

[VanRIPPED]

Timic was flabbergasted. The container should've noted a being larger than itself and magically sucked it in to contain it. But it didn't. The beast ate it. Just ate it. He didn't expect that kind of response, not even realizing the containment system could be foiled like that. It seemed like he'd need to try a different method. It looked at him now, almost expectedly. Determined, he thrust the net at it, sending it out wide. If this worked, he could drag it back to the lab and contain it. Tim took readings about the being and noted its willingness to eat the containment unit. Strange to eat metal and glass. VanRIPPED

Maw had opened his mouth, but the net opened and it kind of confused him and he had to close his mouth to look at it. When it did get over him, he blinked all four eyes and made a grunting sound. He wasnt too sure he liked thus stuff over him, his head was already a bit tangled in it. He growled in irritation, and if left there he would tear the net up and eat it. But for right now he was trying to get himself untangled from it.

 

[WilliamDeen]

Moving fast, Timic acted in the creatures confusion. "Tim, quickly! Throw me another net!" Tim did so and Timic ran to the other side of the beast and threw it from the other side, trying to make sure if it foiled one it couldn't the other, and they could try and transport it to the lab for further study and extermination. Tim got out a mobile unit and readied it to transport the creature if the capture was successful. VanRIPPED

 

[VanRIPPED]

Moving fast, Timic acted in the creatures confusion. "Tim, quickly! Throw me another net!" Tim did so and Timic ran to the other side of the beast and threw it from the other side, trying to make sure if it foiled one it couldn't the other, and they could try and transport it to the lab for further study and extermination. Tim got out a mobile unit and readied it to transport the creature if the capture was successful. VanRIPPED

What were these guys doing? They threw more of this stupid webbing over him! He started to get irritated, turning and snapped his large jaws at Timic in a warning, growling at him. His mouth was slightly ajar, showing how dangerous those jaws could get if he were to get too anger and Timic were to get too close.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"Well, you have fun with that, Uncle." Aisha replied, getting up from her seat.
"I'll see you around."
She walks out the door and back into the alley, stepping through a portal to her room.
"Okay, time to look through those charts..."
Prrrgadilly

(Open for interaction, I guess I'll have Aisha grab space guns is nobody's interested)

Aster shook his head in resignation. It's a good thing they were immortal, because Aisha was going to give herself a ulcer with all that worrying. Well, she can't do too much damage with a plasma blaster hear and a laser cannon there. Now is she brings back anything higher than a sub-nova level weapon, we may need to have a talk. Aster shrugged and stood from his chair. Making sure his celestial model was properly banished before he left, Aster left a tip in the form of a miniature sun that floated and rotated just below the ceiling in the center of the room. It was a real time-space replica of Sol that gave off similar light to the actual sun but with adjustments for mortal safety. He left a note on the table detailing as much with his signature.

Satisfied with his tip, Aster spun on his heel and disappeared in a four-pointed star cerulean flash of light. After a 10 second delay, he reappeared ina random hall of Olympus. Aster had learn long ago that the way he moved through space was by no means linear, so when surrounded by matter, he made it a point to delay all of his instantaneous transports; he had no interest in warping the laws of physics on a planet. Taking a second to get his bearings int he near infinite space inside of Olympus, Aster shimmered out of the hallway and reappeared outside the abode of someone he knew would be happy to see him. "Hephy! It's your Uncle. I come bearing gifts. Where are you forge-buddy?" Seeing that Hephaestus was not in this workshop, Aster took to the skies and flew around looking for the hunched over god, when he found him on a marble bench looking out serenely.

"There you are, Hephy. I've been looking for you. Didn't you hear me calling for you?" Aster shimmered and appeared on the bench beside Hephaestus.

Cosmo
((Because I actually took the time to think up gifts for everybody. I'm weird like that.))

 

[xpstitch]

A nebula-like spiral of spinning energy appears in a room somewhen in Olympus. Electricity can be seen jutting out in flashes from the center of it. Quiet. Not exactly brimstone and flashes. It's gone soon. A bunch of stuff plops down in the room... Along with, a person... Err... A humanoid figure at least.

"Where am I?" He thought to himself... This guy... To whom gender is so strange a thing Anyways. Why he has male anatomy is story for another time.
His eyes, ears, and all other senses pushing outwards....

Lies, conspiracies, dishonesty, secrets, chains that bind mortal minds... He sensed them all.... All manipulation a in the universe, he was suddenly aware of upon waking. Many sentient beings, mortal and not, manipulate eachother's actions through whatever means necessary. This he knew and wondered if they did too...

The room... Pretty empty... A bedroom of some sorts.

"Why am I here again." He thought with his mind that would be hurting right now if he were capable of feeling pain... Or anything....

 

[Cosmo]

"I heard you, Aster," Vulcan said, still leaning back on the bench, "Didn't feel like getting up," he admitted, which was.. so very true. The mere thought of getting up and limping around didn't appeal to him at the moment. He was quite content right where he was... he also had the oddest desire to do a new sculpture of a more... dangerous deity. Maybe their resident Goddess of War? Or something with Volcanoes. He wasn't quite sure yet.

That and he almost never got gifts. Vulcan was the gift giver, never the receiver, so he wasn't quite sure what to make of this all. It made him feel vulnerable. Same reason he referred to the star god as 'Aster' rather then 'Uncle' like some of the other deities. He wasn't as fond of... the intimacy that familiar names imply. But he was the crippled god and so could do whatever he felt like.... One of the few perks.

Prrrgadilly

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"I heard you, Aster," Vulcan said, still leaning back on the bench, "Didn't feel like getting up," he admitted, which was.. so very true. The mere thought of getting up and limping around didn't appeal to him at the moment. He was quite content right where he was... he also had the oddest desire to do a new sculpture of a more... dangerous deity. Maybe their resident Goddess of War? Or something with Volcanoes. He wasn't quite sure yet.

That and he almost never got gifts. Vulcan was the gift giver, never the receiver, so he wasn't quite sure what to make of this all. It made him feel vulnerable. Same reason he referred to the star god as 'Aster' rather then 'Uncle' like some of the other deities. He wasn't as fond of... the intimacy that familiar names imply. But he was the crippled god and so could do whatever he felt like.... One of the few perks.

Prrrgadilly

Aster had the creepiest fake smile plastered across his face as he heard Vulcan's reply. "You are so lucky that I like you, Hephy. Not even Zeus has enough foolhardy bravado to call me by my name. Don't make the mistake of thinking that I let you do it because you are crippled, my dear boy." Aster patted Vulcan's knee with false friendliness before he gave the forge god a genuine grin. "Honestly, your complete lack of respect for my name infuriates me, but I'm not here to crack open that old chestnut. I'm here to give you a lovely present. It was going to be some bionic implants to make your life easier, but I know how attached you are to your disabled identity, so I got you a couple hundred tons of workable star-forged steel. It's not quite celestial bronze, but I think you will like it."

Aster pulled a silver 8in cube from a ripple in space. The cube was covered symmetric engravings that resembled the circuits on a motherboard and thrummed gently with purpose. Aster handed the surprisingly light cube over to Vulcan. "I'm sure that you know how to properly open one of my storage cubes by now. So, what do you think? Like it?"

 

[xpstitch]

The room kept shifting furniture, not quite sure what he wanted it like. He heard spoken words in the distance. English was the language. A lingua Franca. He was hiding something from somebody. He wanted to be treated a certain way. He used his physical handicap to maneaver social interactions. Cosmo

He could hear so much.... He had to tune a lot out. He could see so much. He had to zoom and focus his vision for a moment to find a good balance.
Too many sensations.

He didn't exactly know why he was here yet, but he would know soon enough. He walked out of his room towards the sound.

Prrrgadilly He could hear his words, the other male. He could sense the duplicity in his facial expressions without even being there. He could sense that his facial expression was fake.... Lies.... He knew all about them... Deception... It was an old and very familiar acquaintance to him...

 

[A L M O S]

Placido

Placido returned to the mountain, the world below having soured his mood beyond his former ire. He took a deep breath, the fresh air cooling his lungs, the experience altogether unusual - and unwelcome. A few seconds later he was relishing in the striking burn caused by the violent mix of whiskey and smoke. It felt strange to move so much, to think so much - about things that really mattered so very little. He clasped the picture book beneath his arm, before he spotted a lower spirit passing by. He called to it, and gave it the book, telling it to leave the thing in Talia's room. Noting that the Magic boy and said goddess had invaded his room, he decided to avoid them and go for a walk in the beach, after-all - there were few places more fitting to write. Another moment and he felt the sand give way under his shoes. He took a moment to take in the sounds of the waves, before promptly falling on his ass, perching his drink carefully next to him, balancing the cigarette on that in turn, before starting to take off his shoes. after struggling with the ties for a moment, and balling up his socks and stuffing them in one - he extended his legs and leaned back on one arm. with his free hand, he re-positioned his smoke, and sipped at the drink - while staring at the blue skies and the warm sun.

(open - most of you seem busy - so I will just leave him here, interact at your own leisure and/or discretion)

 

[xpstitch]

A L M O S I would but I must wait to see if Cosmo or Delacare replies

 

[Prrrgadilly]

A L M O S I would but I must wait to see if Cosmo or Delacare replies

Go on with Almo, it's no biggie.

 

[FrostXShadow]

Nekros had finally calmed down and now walked the halls of Olympus looking for something interesting to do "Ugh why did I have to come here in the first place" he groaned and pulled out his phone, checking his emails hoping his father had tried to contact him. "So I come here to represent you and you don't even email me" he rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his jean pocket. "Maybe I should find my room" he sighed and walked down the hall with the intention of finding his room
((Nekros is open if anyone else is))

 

[Cosmo]

"Suppose you like it as much as I like being called Hephy, but we all must learn to live with little disappointments," Vulcan said with a noncommittal shrug. He was never going to refer to the god as Uncle, so.. that just was never happening. At this point, it had passed uncomfortable to think of saying it to just a matter of pride to now refuse to say it.

"I like being mostly God," Vulcan said, "I like creating machinery at times, not becoming a machine," He paused and added, "And I am not fond of oil changes." So it was a good call he never brought such a thing. He was him. That was all he could be.

Vulcan lifted the box, yes, he assumed having the cube would make lugging around hundreds of tons of metal easier. He still wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He knew he liked to be thanked when he gave people things, so he assumed that was in order, but did that mean he was supposed to give a return gift? He could, but he wasn't quite sure on what... the proper protocol on this was, but it was Olympus, and the proper protocol tended to be thrown out in favor of 'how fast they can get a mortal's pants off', "Thank you, Aster. I will.. put it to good use."

Maybe he would make his newest sculpture out of it? A solid star-metal statue.. could hold a certain appeal.

Prrrgadilly

 

[xpstitch]

Caleb sensed it. Alcohol. In at least two places. One, where there is a party god. He had the feeling that now was not the time to go meet this guy. The other place on a beach somewhere in the distance. Alcohol. Smoking. He could hear the flames, ashes and burning. He could smells it's unpleasant odor. He could smell the foul stench of the spirits commingling with the smoky odor of the cigar. He could feel the smoke and alcohol on his skin. Taste it. He sensed someone falling on their behind. He traveled to where the sensations were strongest and saw the man. Caleb wore simple, weather appropriate clothing. Clothes that fit the weather, activity, climate, etc. Practicality & function, he paid no attention to how it looked. Pretty, expensive and fashionable clothes meant nothing to him and he considered people who cared about such things conformist and illogical. Caleb made no move to greet the man. He only studied him as best he could with his divine levels of perception. Clothes, race, color, gender, demeanor, etc. Caleb analyzed everything he could possibly notice. From his heart rate, to his body temperature. Every minuscule detail. Every molecule on his body.

Many thoughts that came to his mind when conducting his analysis.

"He could be considered by some in his own way to be asthetically pleasing" he thought neutrally and without any emotion or facial expression change.
Caucasian. Late 30s early 40s. Male. Analyzing, analyzing, analyzing.

Caleb wasn't attempting in any way to be stealthy, nor was he going out of his way to let his presence be known. He simply analyzed and wondered how long it might take for his presence to be noticed. And if the stranger would even care.

A L M O S

 

[A L M O S]

Caleb sensed it. Alcohol. In at least two places. One, where there is a party god. He had the feeling that now was not the time to go meet this guy. The other place on a beach somewhere in the distance. Alcohol. Smoking. He could hear the flames, ashes and burning. He could smells it's unpleasant odor. He could smell the foul stench of the spirits commingling with the smoky odor of the cigar. He could feel the smoke and alcohol on his skin. Taste it. He sensed someone falling on their behind. He traveled to where the sensations were strongest and saw the man. Caleb wore simple, weather appropriate clothing. Clothes that fit the weather, activity, climate, etc. Practicality & function, he paid no attention to how it looked. Pretty, expensive and fashionable clothes meant nothing to him and he considered people who cared about such things conformist and illogical. Caleb made no move to greet the man. He only studied him as best he could with his divine levels of perception. Clothes, race, color, gender, demeanor, etc. Caleb analyzed everything he could possibly notice. From his heart rate, to his body temperature. Every minuscule detail. Every molecule on his body.

Many thoughts that came to his mind when conducting his analysis.

"He could be considered by some in his own way to be asthetically pleasing" he thought neutrally and without any emotion or facial expression change.
Caucasian. Early 30s. Male. Analyzing, analyzing, analyzing.

Caleb wasn't attempting in any way to be stealthy, nor was he going out of his way to let his presence be known. He simply analyzed and wondered how long it might take for his presence to be noticed. And if the stranger would even care.

A L M O S

Placido

Placido who had gotten well-plastered on the beach, to the point where he almost did not notice the man popping into his presence. After a few seconds of trying to figure out why the ocean had been negging him, he looked over to the only other person on the beach. A small, unassuming person that barely managed to keep his attention for the moment it took to actually spot him. He looked around the area, down to his glass, then to the sky, before his eyes landed on the man once more - this time squinted. "Uhm... I thought this beach was private... is it? are you real? I haven't had that much, have I?" He looked at the glass for a moment, taking a deep whiff - "yea, taste buds are still responsive - way too early for hallucinations..." He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to get up... or would have, but the warm sand felt good through his thin button up, and he decided to just lay there for now. "Can I help you with anything?" He mumbled into the sand, liking how the heat radiated into his cheek.

 

[A L M O S]

Nekros had finally calmed down and now walked the halls of Olympus looking for something interesting to do "Ugh why did I have to come here in the first place" he groaned and pulled out his phone, checking his emails hoping his father had tried to contact him. "So I come here to represent you and you don't even email me" he rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his jean pocket. "Maybe I should find my room" he sighed and walked down the hall with the intention of finding his room
((Nekros is open if anyone else is))

(he can meet P and C on the beach? Is that not where emo people like to go to brood? )

 

[xpstitch]

A L M O S "Stranger here is in no need of assistance" Caleb said as he gestured with both hands at himself.

"Although stranger here might inquire as to if drunken stranger is in need of assistance HIMSELF" he added, gesturing to the man.

Huh... He referred to himself as stranger and then gestured "here" to himself. And referred to the man as drunken stranger. What an odd way of speaking. His English was also very strange. It was no accent on earth. If anything it was many accents mixed together. Though strange, his words were enunciated clearly and properly.

Translation:I don't need anything.... But I'm wondering if YOU do.