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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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Post by 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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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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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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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sammy » Sat Jul 21, 2018 1:32 am

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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.
Well pleased with the birdman's change in temperament, with a wave of her hand the bars of the cage and then the cage itself simply faded from existence, freeing Alex of their confines. The goddess did not deign to exchange any further words with the creature but offered him a fleeting, half-smile before she turned her attention back to the rest of the room and rose from her throne. Those currently engaged in conversation found that the words died in their throats and, whether they wished it or not, could not help but turn to face the Queen of the Gods as she prepared to address them.

"The first event will begin shortly. It will be a test of speed, grace, determination and wits. You can may select specific champions from your team to represent you, or send as many as you can in order to increase your likelihood of glory. Those decisions are yours to make. Shortly, I shall summon a portal that will transport you to the first staging area. I suggest you make good use of that time." With that, Hera returned to her seat, a glass of wine materialising in her hands as she sat back and watched the impact of her words roll out over the Collective.
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Post by BrookeDi » Sat Jul 21, 2018 1:45 am

Their planning cut short, Ember turned almost as if someone was nudging her face in the direction of Hera. As the goddess' words fell over them, Ember quietly retreated the emotional wave that she'd blanketed over the members of the collective. Those who had been affected were now free to feel whatever underlying emotions might have been blocked or hindered from her gift or curse. Of course, that now meant she was forced to feel everything from those around her.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.


They have reached the 'Overcome' portion of her mantra now. Speed and grace were not her strong suit, but she could manage determination and wit. She hardly knew her team members and felt she'd spoken enough during their brief pow-wow before Hera had given further instruction. Still, she tentatively spoke up. "Perhaps we should have as many people enter as possible? Our chances are improved that way." The anxiety she was feeling, Ember was pretty sure that was her own. She did not want to find out what would happen if they failed.
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Post by Sammy » Sat Jul 21, 2018 3:05 am

Some time later, The Sanctum still abuzz with teams and combatants discussing their tactics in a mixture of tactical whispers and the occasional raised, irritable outcry, a large portal appeared in the centre of the courtyard. The deities appeared unphased by its appearance, as though they had sensed its coming or had otherwise known exactly when it was due to arrive. At a nod from Hera, they delivered their final words of encouragement to their teams and then each gestured their teams onwards to the challenge ahead.

"It is time for your first opportunity to truly distinguish yourselves, Collective," she spoke as she rose once again from her throne and slowly descended the steps one at a time. "Perform well and this experience could alter the course of your very existence."

The God and Goddesses ushered the combatants through, a fair number of the strange glowing orbs that had been slowly circling the upper reaches of the courtyard also among them before they finally stepped through the portal themselves.
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Squeak. Squeak. Squonk. Squeak.

The man's steps made audible puffs as they left watery footprints in their wake. Rain poured from his lapis dreads as he wrung them out between olive-skinned hands, watering a large flower he held on his lapel. Wrinkling a large, bright red nose, the man adjusted his soaked beret as he reached into his coat to pull out an equally drenched container. Pulling out a roll, he lifted the soggy stick to runny facepaint leaking past his lips. Flicking a finger, he tried to produce a flame, only to be thwarted by the wetness on his fingertip. He repeated this motion a few times, frustration escaping him with each attempt, until finally all of his effort was revealed in one, immaculate flame. It singed his face and hair, leaving him with a cartoonish expression, but his cigarette was lit. Drawing on it, he shook his boots and camo pants of loose drips of water as he approached his final destination.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by The_Legion_Ex » Sat Jul 21, 2018 7:36 pm

Omega L turned his head towards a portal. The only thing he was sure about is the fact that it is not from one of his minions. He silently headed towards the portal with the other fellow Collectivites, right before observing the strange orbs that levitate around them, and rushing towards the portal in a sudden burst of energy.
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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum - Summer Solstice

Post by Forge » Tue Oct 02, 2018 6:04 am

The RPC Olympics - Endgame

Elsewhere in the Ark...

The Queen of the Gods swept her gaze over the assembled Olympians with a satisfied smile. She had called them together in what had once been the Collective Staff room - now transformed through the Ark's peculiar abilities into a gilded peak with an assemblage of thrones in varying designs - to discuss their future. The months in which they had presided over the Collective had been well satisfying, filled with contests of strength, speed and wit, all of which had nourished that part of the Olympians that craved spectacle. The most fitting among the mortals stood above the others, and her brethren chafed to inhabit those vessels so that they too might enjoy this realm more fully. That had been their agreement from the beginning - but agreements could always be changed, and an idea had taken root in Hera's mind of late that warranted exploration.

"Siblings. Children. Be welcome." She gestured to the thrones, waiting until each of her peers had seated themselves before following suit. "I've called you together to discuss this Collective and their Ark, now that our games have come to a conclusion. We have been well honoured these last few months, and our champions stand ready to play host to our brothers and sisters who yet lack a form in this place." The queen tipped her head, the gesture taking in those thrones occupied by the amorphous, flickering forms of the vessel-less Gods. "All is proceeding as we had planned. A suitable vessel for each of us, a few more months of play, and then this realm graciously returned to its mortal inhabitants as a gesture of our goodwill." One long finger tapped the arm rest rhythmically, and Hera paused, letting the thought hang between them.

"And yet," she continued, once she was sure that their attention lay solely on her. "I find myself.. disinclined to concede such a satisfying collection of souls so easily. In fact, I believe that simply giving up these Collectivites would be throwing away a gift most suited to us, instead left unattended for some lesser deity to scavenge." Hera shook her head, raising her chin. "Such a commodity should lie with those most deserving, and I propose to make full use of it. Not only will our present brethren take possession of their vessels, but so to will our children and their get - the lesser of our kind will have ample champions to choose from." She eyed them, smile broadening at their rumbles of agreement. "We will house them here, and the games shall continue until we are satisfied. There may be some resistance at first, but a handful of choice examples from the lesser stock should suffice to put paid to any delusions of disobedience. We--"

Hera paused, suppressing a flinch at the stirring of her vessel. She had anticipated some resistance in light of her decision, but too often did she forget the strength that this little relation of Proteus held. From the reactions of some of the others, it was clear that hers was not the only vessel who had reacted poorly to the news.
"Already it becomes clear why lines must be drawn. No matter. The mortals will be brought into line, and --" Another twist of fury from within made the Goddess' smile compress into a thin line, and she turned her attention inward.

"Enough!" Hera hissed, forcing her will down around the Elemental whose body she inhabited. "You and I have settled this contest before. Your struggling serves no one."
You swore to leave! the Elemental shot back, the Four still roiling within the Goddess. Hera grit her teeth, hands curling into fists.
"You test my patience." The words were a snarl. "Continue this show of discord, and I will not hesitate to do what it necessary." For a moment her vessel was silent, the turmoil within the Goddess dwindling to a faint storm. When the Elemental spoke again, it was in a voice so quiet that Hera might have missed it.
So will I.

Sammy had thought she would agonise over the decision, knowing what the consequences would be, but in the end it was easy. The Olympians had threatened their home, and while a peaceable solution had been on the table, she had been content to explore options that involved the Gods going on their way without harming anyone. It had become clear however, both from the discussion and what she could glean from within Hera herself, that they would continue to bend the rules to suit their whims. How long would it be until that resulted in a casualty? How long till the Olympians made good on their threats to harm those Collectivites who couldn't defend themselves? Some risks were too great, and so the Elemental took one of the few routes she would have avoided, if she could. She loosened her grip on the Four.

Hera jerked as though she'd been struck. It is one thing to contend with the will of a living being, or even with a single element alone - it's another thing entirely to contend with all Four, driven forth by the will of a being who wants you gone. The Goddess' form, flickered and shifted with every moment; immaculate and wild, monarch and leader, Goddess and Elemental. Hades rose and took a step toward her, halting as her hand shot out, fingers curled like claws.
"No!" she hissed, eyes flickering behind hair that had come loose to hang across her face. Whether it was Hera's will or her vessel's, the God of the Dead twitched to a halt, tendons straining as the pressure emanating from the queen forced him back.
"Enough," the Queen of the Gods snarled. "You risk us both with this.. foolish display! Is oblivion worth the price of your defiance?" The Elemental gave no answer save to renew her assault, and when Hera spoke again it was with a pleading note. "You have made your point. We will hold to our original agreement. Our vessels will be duly relinquished. You need only stop." The Queen's composure held a moment longer, before the face they shared twisted into a snarl. "I demand that you stop!"

No.

In the Sanctum, the shift in power caused the earth to shudder. The golden light that had bathed everything dimmed, and the columns that ringed the area blew away like chalk dust. Within minutes the Greek countryside diorama had faded to nothing but plain paving and misty surroundings, a veritable blank canvas in comparison to its previous state. For the Olympians, the Staff room leapt and twisted, thrones and wintry peaks blending into a whirlwind of colour that gradually resolved itself into the portal room. Power washed from the Elemental's body like ripples in a pond, buffeting the baffled Olympians as she straightened and turned a mercurial gaze on them. Within her the Queen of the Gods raged as the Four pushed her down, and it was Hera's power that Sammy used as she reached out and almost casually drew the Olympians from their hosts. Some went willingly - Dionysus embracing the change in circumstances as quickly as he did everything, and Athena recognising a battle that wasn't worth fighting - and some did not. Ares, despite his displeasure with his vessel, fought and raged through every moment of his forceful eviction. Whether Hades objected remained a mystery; the God of the Dead merely watching the Elemental a moment longer, before seething out from between his host's teeth like smoke. Sammy gathered them to her, along with the lesser Olympians who had yet to claim hosts of their own, forcing them together in a sphere of iridescent light that danced between her fingers. Then, without ceremony or hesitation, she turned and thrust the Gods away from her. They erupted forward in a stream of light and sound, hitting the portal's surface and setting it to trembling as they passed. The noise grew to a cacophony, the stone around them shivering at its pitch - and then, abruptly, it was gone.

The Elemental stayed facing the portal for a moment, the rest of her Staff team steadying themselves after the experience of having a god forcibly removed from their body. When she did turn, it was to offer them a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, whose colour shifted back and forth like ink in water.
"Well. That was a little more adventurous than most summers, wasn't it?" The others glanced about themselves, and when Forge made a move to step toward her, Sammy held her hand out and shot him a pleading look. "Don't. Please. All of you. I --" She hesitated, chewing her lip. "I need to go away for a while. Someone has to make sure this lot don't find a way back, and the Four are.. I don't.." The Elemental trailed off, giving them that same sad little smile and pushing her fingers through hair whose shade seemed different from one moment to the next. "I don't know if.. when I'll be back, and you need to look after them. They'll need you. Especially after this." She stepped back, the surface of the portal rippling as she drew closer. "You've been wonderful. This isn't goodbye, okay? I'll see you all again - and anyone who does anything silly will be in real trouble, understand?" The Elemental paused, inches separating her and the gateway between worlds, looking them over one more time. "Be good," she whispered, and with a final smile stepped into the portal. In the instant that she passed through the doorway gave a wordless groan, pulsing once, and then closed entirely behind her.

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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Lumeus » Tue Oct 02, 2018 9:56 am

As was the nature of a race, someone had to be last, and in the likely event that the gods had something unpleasant in mind for the contestant in last place, Lumeus thought it best he be the one to fill the role. But at the race’s conclusion, Lumeus found himself suddenly back in the Greek themed Sanctum, and the possessed staff members were nowhere to be seen. Did they intend to make another overly embellished entrance before announcing whatever mandatory event they had planned next? It was certain to only get worse from here on, and it would be best for the others to understand that sooner rather than later.

But before Lumeus could make another plea to his fellow Collectivites to see the folly in complying with the god’s demands, the entire Sanctum shook, like its foundation had been struck by a massive force, and as quickly as it had been made, the beautiful Grecian façade was blasted away into nothingness leaving only a prevailing curtain of coiling mist that softly surrounded the area.

Lumeus noted that his garments, too, had also reverted back to the original state of plain linens.

Certainly this had not been what the Pantheon had intended to happen next. There was no pomp. No circumstance. No conceited lauding or veiled threats of demanded subjugation. It appeared the gods were gone with no explanation as to why. A trick perhaps? Another game designed to show the gods what the Collective would do if presented with the opportunity of freedom? Dangling the illusion of hope, only to snatch it away was a well established tactic in the reconditioning of slaves.

But that was just one possible explanation among hundreds.

So Lumeus sat down with crossed legs and pondered other possibilities while waiting for time to reveal the truth.
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Re: [IC - Tavern] The Sanctum

Post by Sea Lion224 » Wed Oct 03, 2018 7:24 am

Alexander fell to the ground on his hands and knees with a thud. He remained there, blinking, eyes adjusting to the bright light. Was it...was it all over? The bird looked about. He was on white pavement, and his surroundings were fairly hazy, as if a thick layer of fog was hovering overhead. Surely, this was no competition, so he assumed this place was the sanctum.
A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him and he softly moaned, hugging his stomach, praying for whatever was inside to stay down. Unfortunately, his prayer was unanswered. A green bucket materialized, and Alexander barely had time to grab it before vomiting. Panting and eyes watery, he slowly lay on his side, but he flinched when something clinked to the ground. Gazing down, a proud smile graced his feathery face at the sight of the silver metal hanging around his neck with the word 'collective' engraved in it. Within seconds, the birdman was dead asleep, breathing evenly. A soft mattress appeared underneath him, along with a blanket over top and a pillow under his head.

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The Spirit and the Spider Web

Post by Georgeanna » Fri Oct 12, 2018 5:50 am

The Spirit and the Spider Web


In the middle of a quiet study in the Ark stood an artifice not unusual in kind or stature for the space. A pile of books, DVD cases, and a few stray papers stacked up to about four foot or so listed precariously to one side, threatening to topple onto the nearby cushions at any moment. Several candles glowed lazily, casting ghostly shadows onto the walls and pooling residual darkness in the corners of the small room. Everything was still, save for the flickering flames and shifting spectral images, the occupants seemingly missing.

All at once though, darkness coalesced in one corner, turning and twisting until G emerged, striding over to the tower with arms full of a few small gourds, tea lights, and a swath of fake cobwebs. Dropping these quickly on a pillow, she looked at her gathered supplies and materials with a decidedly devious grin. She may as well have been a decoration like those that had tumbled from her arms, her black t-shirt proudly displaying a jack-o’-lantern and a silver moon behind it and her misty form bringing spirits to mind. Taking a short second to catch her breath, the being reached down and carefully extricated one smaller sheet of paper from the rest. Nodding to herself, she quietly muttered each item. Everything seemed to be in order. After a moment, apparently satisfied and sufficiently rested, she crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside.

“Time to get to work.”
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Moving all of her references took a bit of time, being coordinated never was her strong suit, but after about thirteen or so trips, everything was gathered in a spot on the outer fringe of the Sanctum. Books were in one pile, complete with an encyclopedia and various children’s Halloween books, DVDS in another, and so on, all lightly being sprayed by the waterfall that hadn’t decided to disappear quite yet.

The Sanctum was strange, and G wasn’t quite sure what she made of it. It would produce what you wanted, but only within reason—no major changes to the scenery would be possible. She wasn’t sure if the Sanctum preferred it that way, or rather just had limitations imposed, but she hoped, whatever the case, that major was the key word in that statement. Surely, a few pumpkins scattered here and there and maybe a cobweb or two wouldn’t be too much to ask?

With that she busied herself summoning many small gourds and jack-be-littles, not unlike those she had brought with her for reference, and several larger pumpkins as well, some carved and some not. These she arranged near the edge of the pool near the back of the Sanctum, grouped together in threes and fives. A grouping of them, each painted with a single letter, she had spell out the words “Happy Halloween.” Satisfied, she moved towards the other side of the cave, bringing one pumpkin with her and dropping it in the pile of notes and whatnot on her way.

Originally aiming to bring a few leafless trees into the space, and hang spider webs from them, G made a small noise of annoyance at the buzzing that began in her ears when she tried—too much of a change. Fidgeting with the faux web in her hands, trying to come up with a solution, she instead resolved to simply get more of it. Hanging it on the walls wouldn’t be an option, there were no solid walls to speak of, but maybe she could arrange them in a sort of tapestry on parts of the cave floor. Taking care to avoid heavily trafficked areas, she spread the continually appearing, synthetic webbing out in small to medium lengths of floor.

Floating more towards the center of the area, she arranged a table, complete with a black tablecloth with orange swirls, a centerpiece of black roses, and six matching chairs. As she worked, the Sanctum seemed to be catching on to what was happening, adding its own personal touches: witches hats on some of the pumpkins and tops of the chairs, a couple handfuls of bat-shaped confetti scattered on the tablecloth, evenly spaced and lit tea-lights around the outer fringes of the cave, and two glowing candelabras on the table itself. As if to cement the ambiance they both were striving for, the Sanctum’s ethereal light dimmed slightly of its own accord, throwing shadows on the surface of the surrounding waterfall and the cave floor.

“Excellent,” G remarked, as she gravitated back to her pile of notes and resources. She had never really celebrated spooky season as humans called it, but she felt like something was missing. Flipping through a few pages of a Halloween picture book, she realized what she was missing. How could she forget? In one tiny area, she willed to life two, clawed armchairs for reading or relaxing, with a fake raven perched on the top of one and a black cat plush toy laid on the seat of the other. She resolved decorating for the season wouldn’t be complete without having some sort of raven and cat. They appeared to be rather iconic.

With that, the young woman returned back to her pile once more, and further retreated (after another thirteen trips to move all the books and notes back to her office) to one of the clawed armchairs where she hovered, reading a Stephen King novel. It seemed an appropriate choice.
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