Well, we know our job for pops to help cover for what happened in Germany. At least the first one.
We're taking King Arthur's ship to Avalon.
Yeah, that's right. He was a Scion too, apparently. Makes sense, really, when you think on it. I'm looking out the window at the drydock it's in now. Poor girl needs a lot of work, but I think between the lot of us we'll manage. Turns out that his last journey never finished like the stories said, that his ship sank on it's way. Causing Avalon to fade into the mist. Yeah. So you can guess where HQ is. Whoever named it that needs to be shot in the face with a Death Star Superlaser.
Dad took us to where the ship had rested before bringing it all back. Interesting view on the bottom of the ocean. In any case, I think we can do this. We've got a second mission too, once we hit Avalon. It turns out the Yazata(Who are, in fact, playing their own game based on their own outlook, rather then...implicitly aiding the Titans. Still might be hope for them if we can swing Altair to the cause. We'll see) are hiding Andrew's father. Yeah, that's where Andrew ran off too. We can get Arthur back home, but...
I don't know. Assaulting Avalon? We're going to need to be prepared. Crazy prepared. I'd love to have my armor, but I doubt it'd be ready in time even with the help of the Irish smith-gods. Who I still haven't gotten in touch with. Always something when I go to make the call, y'know? Plus, the weapons. I'd rather it didn't come to a battle, but I don't expect it. Barring the weapon I'm working on...a Browning M2 or an M249 would be nice. I'd -prefer- to have Caladbolg...Excalibur, rather. The sword, y'know? Pops say it's lost to time and fate, the stories say it was returned to the Lady of the Lake. Doesn't seem like, in the kind of world we're in, that anyone would let it out of their sight. Even Arthur. There might be some clue on the ship. Going to look for it when I have the time.
Not sure what else to put down now. Got a few plans to go over with Kenny. For now...going to go see what I can do to help put that ship back into one piece. I'm not big on the whole 'life and death and souls to the afterlife' routine, but...Arthur's soul is still on the ocean floor, or bound to the ship until it reaches Avalon. He earned his rest centuries ago, it's long past time he got it.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
R & R in the Old Country
I think I needed the break.
Spent some time pub crawling and checking the sights of Dublin with Cindy. She needed the break too, gods only know what's really going on in her head. I think I've gotten her to relax a little. Poor girl was wound up far too tight, but given everything that just got dumped on her, hard to blame her. After the touristy stuff, she ended up at one of dad's houses. Wonderful little place out in the hinterlands.
I have far more family then I thought, and it's still...strange. Horrible mental images since it's obvious dad can't keep it in his pants. Anyway. We were going to help one of my half-brothers wrangle a kelpie he'd let get loose, but we ended up spotting, of all people, Odin. Myself and Kennedy went to play proper hosts, and the rest ended up trailing along. I would've hoped they'd keep looking, but there was plenty enough time for that. It's not every day you saw the Norse grand-poobah. Dad came out to greet him, and we all gathered on the porch. Let us know Bryn was ok, and pissed off at the whole situation. Sounds about right.
More then that, Odin wanted to hear our side of what happened in Germany and what we planned to do about it. Layed out some of my plans. Basicly amounted to making a choice between heading to Olympus immediately, or trying to pick up the trail in Germany. Little chance of that, but we don't have much of any lead, and if we're to have any hope of convincing Altair there's bigger issues, we'd need something from that front. Hal....Hal. Didn't think I was right in my assessment that the Yazata weren't really, entirely, behind this disaster. There's some personal bad blood there, but at the very least he kept me thinking.
Until he got called out by Kenny. Who didn't seem to like that Hal would listen to my thoughts on Altair's 'family' and not hers. Not my place to gossip anywhere, so I think everyone tried to tune out the arguement while we continued to plan, and eventually moved in doors. Tch. We've got two weeks until whatever juju dad did ticks over and Altair can catch up to us. It's not a good time frame, especially with what's probably going to be a dead trail by the time we get back to Germany, and god only knows how long things might take at Olympus. Plus there's whatever dad has planned for us to balance the scales after the favors he had to call in.
And I still haven't had a chance to talk to Kennedy. Wanted to at least get my apologies out of the way for Germany with her, but I think she needs space after the dustup with Hal. A number of other calls to make too...we're probably moving out soon, too. Don't think we can afford to waste any more time here with the clock ticking.
Spent some time pub crawling and checking the sights of Dublin with Cindy. She needed the break too, gods only know what's really going on in her head. I think I've gotten her to relax a little. Poor girl was wound up far too tight, but given everything that just got dumped on her, hard to blame her. After the touristy stuff, she ended up at one of dad's houses. Wonderful little place out in the hinterlands.
I have far more family then I thought, and it's still...strange. Horrible mental images since it's obvious dad can't keep it in his pants. Anyway. We were going to help one of my half-brothers wrangle a kelpie he'd let get loose, but we ended up spotting, of all people, Odin. Myself and Kennedy went to play proper hosts, and the rest ended up trailing along. I would've hoped they'd keep looking, but there was plenty enough time for that. It's not every day you saw the Norse grand-poobah. Dad came out to greet him, and we all gathered on the porch. Let us know Bryn was ok, and pissed off at the whole situation. Sounds about right.
More then that, Odin wanted to hear our side of what happened in Germany and what we planned to do about it. Layed out some of my plans. Basicly amounted to making a choice between heading to Olympus immediately, or trying to pick up the trail in Germany. Little chance of that, but we don't have much of any lead, and if we're to have any hope of convincing Altair there's bigger issues, we'd need something from that front. Hal....Hal. Didn't think I was right in my assessment that the Yazata weren't really, entirely, behind this disaster. There's some personal bad blood there, but at the very least he kept me thinking.
Until he got called out by Kenny. Who didn't seem to like that Hal would listen to my thoughts on Altair's 'family' and not hers. Not my place to gossip anywhere, so I think everyone tried to tune out the arguement while we continued to plan, and eventually moved in doors. Tch. We've got two weeks until whatever juju dad did ticks over and Altair can catch up to us. It's not a good time frame, especially with what's probably going to be a dead trail by the time we get back to Germany, and god only knows how long things might take at Olympus. Plus there's whatever dad has planned for us to balance the scales after the favors he had to call in.
And I still haven't had a chance to talk to Kennedy. Wanted to at least get my apologies out of the way for Germany with her, but I think she needs space after the dustup with Hal. A number of other calls to make too...we're probably moving out soon, too. Don't think we can afford to waste any more time here with the clock ticking.
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