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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sea Lion224 » Tue Jul 03, 2018 9:53 am

Alexander sat on the floor for a moment in shock, then began vigorously pulling, banging, pecking, and clawing at the bars. He flew frantically, banging into its gilded walls. He screeched, but stopped mid-flight, once again shocked to find no sound coming out. The bird tried again, screeching as loud as possible, only to emit a couple quiet squeaks.
Alexander gasped. They made it so he couldn't talk, chirp, squawk...nothing! That made him more frantic and try harder to break free of his prison.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Hera [Sammy] » Tue Jul 03, 2018 10:25 pm

Hera shot an irritable look toward the cage and the crashing, banging and scratching of the panicked creature within, her expression then softening just a little. With a half-gesture in its direction, the cage levitated some distance from the floor and, carefully skirting around the table and other members of the Collective, drifted toward the dais until it eventually settled beside the Queen's throne. She peered into the cage, regarding the birdman with some degree of curiosity before she eventually smiled. He wasn't a peacock, her favored species but Hera had always had something of a soft spot for winged creatures regardless.

"Calm now, feathered one," she cooed, softly, just loud enough for Alex to hear. "If you cease your struggling and futile objections, I will free you, birds ought not to be caged. Your companions have already ceded to our authority, what can you hope to achieve alone?" She smiled again. "And if you continue this behaviour, I will force you to watch while I punish someone else for your disobedience. I'm sure you don't want anyone else to suffer for your actions, do you? I certainly don't want to hurt anyone, little bird, but I will if you force my hand." The Goddess was still smiling, but the reality of the threat was more than evident in her voice.
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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sea Lion224 » Wed Jul 04, 2018 7:19 am

Alexander ceased his frantic struggling at the sound of the goddess's soothing words. He slowly sat down and bowed his head, chagrined at making a public spectacle of himself. Although unseen underneath the white plumage, his face burned crimson. His actions got him into enough trouble already, he certainly didn't want to cause someone else to be punished because of them.
'I'm so stupid. Why couldn't I just be quiet, instead of doing that? he mentally berated himself. Tears welled behind closed eyes.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Shea » Fri Jul 06, 2018 6:09 pm

Shea was silent.

Her presence had remained largely unnoticed and she only embraced the fact. Aside from attacking them outright most tactics had by now been exhausted, and there didn’t seem to be much point repeating the same mistakes when they hadn’t born fruit the first time. The talkers talked, the bargainers bargained, and those who thought they could do better made heavy threats and flashed their colorful egos. So instead she watched, and listened, and even if nothing came of it that they could use, she studied. She absorbed everything about their environment, their captors, their words. There didn’t need to be anything gleaned that she could use in that instant, even. She wasn’t a tightly wound spring ready to jump at the soonest chance. But she did want to know. And she could wait, and play, and whatever else meant getting everyone out alive.

There had been far greater horrors in her life than having to wait on the playful whims of a few asshole gods.



Arcane energies thrummed through and around them to some degree; beating hearts that never seemed to cease no matter where or when in the universe the gods decided to take them. Which was comforting if nothing else, that at least something here was inherently familiar. If they were in Greece, she couldn't say this particular area was familiar, not that she had much experience with the place. And maybe they were out of time, Greece or not, which made the whole experience even more remarkable if not inconvenient. But then if anyone could pull that off, she supposed they were sitting right across the table.

The young woman stilled for a time to feel the trembling of many powerful auras across her skin. To pull at their threads with the tips of her fingers, to vibe off the swirling emotions and translated thoughts emanating from those closest. Her abilities hadn’t been dampened or made absent like last time, so it calmed her anxieties to know she could pull up her safety net if things turned nasty. She supposed it depended on what nasty things were to happen, though, and who she could get to first.

For the first time since they’d been here she looked into the distance. Plump, rolling hills, marble pillars, flat sky. She wasn't caught off by the beauty of this place, and it would have been a lot easier to enjoy the idealistic view in practically any other context.. But if she ever had her free will back again, it would be nice to visit in the downtime. She was strangely calm, perhaps from that aura that someone had exuded earlier to placate some of the rowdier Collectivites, but felt apart from herself, objective. She wondered how this would end. These figures had already stated they could be lenient if not exactly reasoned with. They loved to boast mercy, but used a great deal of intimidation and manipulation to get what they wanted. But if they played and failed, there was no guarantee of who would leave alive or of their own mind.

A small boy, maybe eight or nine-years-old, with deathly pale complexion and even paler eyes, sat by the raven-haired swordswoman as she lost herself to thought. He plucked grapes contentedly from a bountiful vine and popped them into his mouth one after the other, then gulped at a mug of something sweet which he held with both hands.

A persistent tapping at her side brought her from reverie as Thom jabbed her lightly. Glancing up, people had begun to relocate into teams. Not particularly fearing nor rooting for either choice, she slid out of her seat with a hand to the sheath set across her back, and stepped into the background of the group closest to her. Zeus it was.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by McGenty » Sat Jul 07, 2018 1:20 am

“Oh come on. This place again?”

McGenty swatted pointlessly at the teleportation device anchored on his belt, venting frustration rather than hoping to correct the device’s errant behavior. In the months since he was first involuntarily transported to the Ark, Matt had lost track of the number of times he’d landed here instead of wherever he was trying to go. To say it was getting old would be an understatement of the highest order.

The offer to let him stay on his first arrival had been generous, and in hindsight, he would have accepted the first time instead of the twelfth, when quarters had been prepared for him regardless, as the Collective’s leadership had known he would be back whether he liked it or not. Still, however appreciated this home away from home was, Captain McGenty had things to do elsewhere in the multiverse. The sporadic returns to the Ark had become increasingly frustrating, to the point that the very sight of the Sanctum was almost enough to induce a fit of violent rage…except this time.

When Matt looked up from the teleporter, he was struck the sudden calm that washed over him. Even the knowledge that it was almost certainly a supernatural calm being imposed on him did little to upset the utter peace he felt in this place. As he scanned the room for the source, caught between instincts that wound his body like a spring and the supernatural calm that wanted to relax him, his eyes fell on the dais with characters he felt he recognized from somewhere. As one of the men on the dais entangled a bird man in vines and gave him a stern talking to, Matt opened up a new gadget he’d just picked up and pointed it at the front of the room. Then he tapped on the display a couple of times and wound a holographic knob backwards a few rotations.

The temporal DVR did its thing, replaying for Matt the last hour of events in this location in a matter of seconds, catching him up on everything that had happened. Now with an understanding of the situation, it was an easy choice to go along with the plan of the deities. He knew from experience that any attempt to leave the Ark before it decided it was done with him would just land him right back here. It certainly wasn't his first choice to participate - he wasn’t exactly a fan of pantheons like the Greeks, full of petty, narcissistic beings who displayed the worst for humanity rather than giving them something better to strive for. There were far better gods to follow out there, even if one insisted on devoting himself to the limited little g variety. Still, there was little point in offering resistance at this time, since he also knew from experience that fighting even a single deity took weeks of preparation and planning for a team of highly trained, well coordinated masters of the art of warfare. This group appeared to lacking in at least a couple of those areas.

Sensing no further intrusion would be necessary or appreciated, Matt stepped forward into the gathered Collectivites, making himself obviously available for the deities to choose for whichever team they wished.
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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Silverstag » Sun Jul 08, 2018 4:31 am

Sil’s footsteps clapped like thunder against the forest ground as she sprinted along the lake shore. Her laughter riddled the air as she raced the lighting in the sky, frolicking with the storm. She had been about in a realm, that she couldn’t possibly name, looking for a storm to bring her back to life again. Sil yearned for the thunder and lighting as it felt like they were kin. Turning the bend, following the coastline that started to form a cove, she felt the rain hit her body with welcoming fervor. It was then, she felt a pull on her body, not necessarily in one direction, but all she could describe as a pull. Then without a second to react, she promptly felt her ass fall into a seat and she faced other faces and a massive display of food. Giving a small whisper of “Umph!” she settled into her new environment. With Sil’s sudden arrival, came a new fragrance to the courtyard. A scent of fresh rain and pine emanated from her as it always clung to Sil’s body wherever she ventured.

Raising an eyebrow, she noticed that most were those she knew from the Ark. Turning her head from side to side, she then kept to herself, as Sil heard a female’s voice, strong and in control boom near by. Inquisitive, evergreen eyes shot over to her left as she spotted the speaker. It was then, those she knew, those of the Ark, sauntered through the entrance of the Sanctum, with different behaviors than usual. It was odd at first, the creature of storms and forest was not sure how to take this. They all seemed odd and getting used to their bodies. It was a odd sight. Then, the newcomers spoke. While they declared themselves Gods, her mind snapped to of Gaia, and of those she knew. They must be in possession of their bodies as a vessel to this dimension, she speculated. Nodding to herself in thought, she listened to the banter that then ensued. How curious…

It seemed like there was to be games at the Ark, those similar to the Olympics held in Greece. Which, would be appropriate since they hail from the Greek pantheon. Sil’s excitement streaked across her pale skin as flashes of lightning. Her excitement started to bubble as she though of games and social exchange between everyone. It would be fun and interesting, she could feel lightning start to build and a soft purple hue glowed in her skin, a start of a storm of emotion. It was then she felt her excitement fall into a simmer from the former boil, she frowned a little as she felt something invisible, foreign press against her emotions. It didn’t seem to have any ill intent but it definitely let her excitement dwindle and float back her normal state of being. Calm and quiet, she glanced around with curious eyes of the wielder of this magic. Green eyes spied a shorter woman, her hands together and eyes closed. Possibly her, but otherwise there was no sign. Shrugging, she looked at the two teams that had formed from the gods. Zeus of lightning and Poseidon of seas. She felt torn but then, she decided that it would be up for the Gods, for who wanted her when she was of storms and forest. No sooner than she reached for a bite to eat, a heaviness materialized against her clothing. Attached to her leather vest wore, was a large gold pin with a symbol of Zeus emblazoned on it.

“I raise arms with Zeus then.” She spoke softly, mostly to herself in declaration. It seemed Hera’s words that grabbed Sil’s attention next, requesting the Gods to speak to their new champions. Sil’s green eyes wandered as Dionysus spoke as it did not pertain to her. When Athena rose and spoke to her, she focused on her, even though she felt calm, she caught small sparks of lightning stretching across the canvas of her body. The lightning that she held in her body only reflected her emotions and were not able to harm or even leave the topical layer of her skin. As Athena finished, Sil made a fist and thumped it twice against the table in agreement with her team. As they gathered together into their own teams, Sil followed the golds that represented Zeus. Not saying much, she gave brief smiles to those who met her eyes. Now, the nymph wondered, it will be interesting to see how the Gods play with Ark. It seems most interesting to see how these games go.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sea Lion224 » Sun Jul 08, 2018 6:03 am

Alexander turned about and scooted towards the wall of the cage, feathered hands resting on one of the golden bars as he watched his fellow colectivites gather into two teams. He kept his gaze averted from everyone else's. The birdman wasn't too sure how he'd be able to participate. Though he did his best, he knew, deep down, he wasn't too strong or fast.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Moccasin » Thu Jul 12, 2018 7:09 am

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Ember looked up as her button up melted into a lighter fabric decorated in yellow and gold, a little lightning bolt pinned near her collarbone. At the familiar tune from Pocahontas, Ember sniffed. Presented with an opportunity to sing a song to the gods and the woman doesn't go with something from Hercules? “Are we expected to respond with, I Can Go the Distance?” she said aloud to no one in particular.
Hades wrote:“I expect better of those declared to Zeus,” he said, voice carrying despite the god not having raised it. “Than to be bested by a team of musical lunatics. You are Zeus’ chosen. I do not anticipate disappointment.”
Listening to the rousing ‘inspirational’ speech by their team leaders, Ember couldn't help but crack a grin. Musical lunatics, indeed.

"I would advise against a musical interlude devoted to that raging oaf, given the hero of that movie and the queen of the gods are not so chummy or so blood-bound as the film lets on. We would all be better served by making them an offering. Animal sacrifices go over well, but trinkets relating to their interests are passable too." The Scribe said simply, in reply to Ember's musings.

Shimmering scale and chain shifted slowly into smooth linen of grays with gold trim as the Scribe's usual attire were replaced with a Doric chiton overlayed by a himation wrap. Upon his shoulder, a metallic disk bearing the sigil of team Zeus sat surrounded by a thin ring of flickering green-tinged flame that slowly died away as he gave in to the influence of his new patron. Best to play the part than to be brought low before one truly had a chance to do anything. Listening to the assembled group the ancient spirit of intellect closed his eyes and pondered his place in things.

Already fashioned in seamless, white linen cloth, the fabric of Lumeus’ tunic loosened, bunched, and folded upon itself until it took on the sleeveless chiton design of Mycenaean Greece. Pinned at the shoulders by golden fibulae crafted into the shape of lightning bolts, the length of the chiton garb only fell to his thighs for easier mobility and was cinched at the waist by a golden cord. Content to listen, for now, Lumeus continued to pluck grapes from the bunch and ate them one by one.

Magnan looked towards the gods as they spoke, a feeling of calm pervading where he had once felt rage. He still felt that burning anger towards Hades, the one who had made him feel such helplessness, but it felt… lesser. Overpowered by the wave of calmness. He knew he could not risk putting others in harm’s way, and would need to work together with the other members for now. One must always strive to maintain at least neutral relations with who they work with, and he feared what may happen to the weaker members should these two lose their little game.

The giant stepped forward, titanic shield displaying the heraldry of Zeus in the form of a golden lightning bolt on the dark grey of the shield that shone dully in the light. “If we are to win this competition, we will need to know the extent of our capabilities.” He says, looking towards the rest of his… team, he supposed. For better or worse, they were stuck together. “I presume you are not to be joining us?” He adds, glancing back towards the gods.

Athena furrowed her brow at the question. “Why would you assume such a silly thing? Of course we’ll be competing alongside you. I’m not one to gather a team and then let them do all the work themselves. I will join you in every event for which I am able,” she said with a friendly smile. Hades, too, nodded his agreement, albeit absent the approachable expression of his niece.

MOQ nodded in agreement as Magnan addressed the rest of Team Zeus, adjusting her gold chiton absentmindedly. Like the titan, she feared what would happen if they lost the competition. Based on what they had seen so far, the gods were not fond of losing to their brethren.

“You honor us with your presence, gods.” MOQ offered an enthusiastic grin to the deities, before turning towards the other members. “Right, now that we’re all settled, how about we come up with a plan? I will obviously compete in any contests of speed.” Cue wing flutter. “I’d also be interested in combat. Nothing too crazy, though. These nails look like this for a reason.”

“I think the Iron Giant is best suited for combat,” Ember says, jerking a thumb toward Magnan. “He looks ready made to be thrown into an arena. I'm better suited for… for mental challenges over physical, but I'll go where needed.” She didn’t bother stroking the egos of their Team Captains, focusing instead on the competition at hand. She didn’t mention that her other skill could be the emotional stability of their team.

"In regards to the extent of our capabilities…” Scribe intoned, “I am a capable enough warrior, and should things come to blows I could stand a chance against most who aren't bearing magically enhanced weapons or bodies. But I'd say the greatest asset I can offer this team is the ability to Rewrite the lot of you." So saying he flourished his ink-stained fingertips and briefly let a fraction of his power loose by turning his skin metallic. Of course turning himself completely to iron or some such would have been a waste of power and he instead settled for gold-leaf that flaked away almost as soon as it appeared.

"If we are to compete in the water I could grant you gills, should you become weary I can invigorate you, should we face our worst fears I can... temporarily... make you feel fearless. The caveat being this costs energy which I am not, by nature, inundated with. So should we require a greater working I may need to borrow from among you all." He continued to look on with interest as those still unsided began to find their way to either of the teams, trying to keep in mind the names and abilities of all those he recognized, both on their team and opposed.

Sil stepped gently over to the group as they discussed further into their strategies. With slight notice, she observed that her normal clothing subtly transformed into a traditional chiton held together by the already materialized Zeus pin. It was woven in pale golden and ivory fabric and light in weight. Giving herself a brief look about, she surmised it must be the works of the gods. Not giving it further thought, she listened carefully to her new comrades. When there was a moment’s lull in the conversation, Sil nodded gently towards the last speaker in the conversation. Sil admired the talents Scribe spoke of, they seemed useful and intrigued her. Sil finally spoke up, her voice was quiet like leaves twirling on the wind, reflecting her calm behavior.

“I can contribute in bouts of speed, for lightning’s quick pace lies in me.” Unconsciously as if on cue, lightning streaked from her right hand up through her arm and landed somewhere on her purpled hued skin underneath the chiton garb. “I most likely can be useful in other bouts of skill, though I am sure my skill does not exceed most who are here.” She added as a second thought, thinking on feats of strength. Grinning in excitement, her evergreen eyes scanned the group, analyzing. It seemed like there was a good mixture in the lot. Some of strength and some of supportive talents.

“Where magic does not impede my efforts I shall endeavor to fill in the required role,” Lumeus offered.

Athena smiled as her team members finished speaking. The goddess of war had been listening quietly, mentally noting each strength and self-professed weakness of the team, and one thing was evident: this was a strong group.

“Excellent,” she said, her eyes twinkling with the promise of victory. “All there is left is to compete, and to, fates willing, win. These trials won’t be easy, but you each have your respective strengths--make sure you use them. Good luck to you all.”

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sea Lion224 » Thu Jul 12, 2018 8:57 am

A smile slowly spread onto the avian's feathered face, pleased at team Zeus's devotion. However, it vanished when his thoughts drifted back to his current situation. Hera said she'd free him, but that was a while ago. He had been sitting there quietly, and nothing happened. The prospect of freedom was decreasing, and he sighed sadly, head bowed low. With nothing else to do, Alexander tapped his yellow foot to the music, talons softly clicking on the cage's metallic floor.
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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Xalthir » Thu Jul 12, 2018 12:03 pm

Xalthir listened for a while and then pulled a notebook from his satchel, standing to make a move towards the front, for a better seat. That same crescent energy moved through the room in sweeping, flashing motions and pulsed off the gods vibrantly like distant music. Wafting foods consisting of breads, meats, and cheeses mainly- well that and the thick and full smell of alcohol.

He found an open seat up by the head of the table that he felt was still respectable of his hosts and set his pad down to begin sketching. An artist, he was not, but he held his own when needed since capturing runes and imagery was a huge part of his chosen profession.

Could one consider Necromancy a profession? Probably not, but perhaps a pursuit! Yes, a pursuit. He nodded to himself in silence and continued his line-work.

The call of 'Zeus' flooded in back to back with declarations of allegiance posed to one of the 'teams' he'd, at this point, heard of. Without breaking his attention from his art he raised his pencil and said, "Poseidon." Then got right back to sketching.
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Post by Ruler_of_Wolves » Sun Jul 15, 2018 5:02 pm

A loud screeching shook Val’s conscious back into focus. She rubbed the blurriness out of her eyes, then scoped the room for that ear piercing noise. Apparently, a bird had been locked in a cage by the booty(body) snatching Gods. Val shuddered at the thought of being confined to a cage. Better keep myself in line she thought, running her hands through her hair. It was then that she realized her hair wasn’t a tangled mess, and more importantly, her onesie was gone. In its place was a marvelously sleek chiton, that perfectly fit Val’s physique. “Damn, this whole Greek thing suits me.” She wasn’t quite sure how her clothes had changed but she didn’t care enough to ponder it.

People were getting onto or were already on their respective sides. Team ‘woke up on the wrong side of dead’ was already scheming about the competition; whereas, team ‘just keep singing’ (She vaguely recalled someone singing Pocahontas) was in more of a relaxed state. The aesthetic they produced seemed more about feasting and drinking to their hearts content, than sharpening their giant shields, even Aries was inhaling grapes. This luxury relaxation time was the pregame plan Val could get on board with, so, she scooted on over and helped herself to her heart’s desire (food). Val was already starting to feel at home in the Sanctum, for what’s home without family feuds and good food? This was just like thanksgiving in a normal household, well, except the Gods and the otherworldly beings, but those were minor details.
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