Cindy made it through the gate ok. From what we could figure, a good chunk of the Titan influence had been burned away. There was some left, but it was far less. Probably what explains the fact that she's just as tall as she was before she walked through the gate. Admittedly, I am kind of dissapointed. I'm a terrible person, but I liked being able to use the top of her head as an armrest. Ah well, what can I do? Well, I could hack her off at the knees and build awesome little robotic feet to nail to her knees, but I don't think she'd let me. Call it a hunch.
She says she loves me. I probably should have given her more then the Han response, and I think I will once this nonsense is over with. Maybe Artemis(or my self-doubt. Still think it was Arty-kins.) was wrong. Well...hell. Even if she ends up right in the end, I'd rather enjoy myself with someone I do love for a while, even if things fall apart, then to sit around being a mopey little twit all the time. I made enough crappy computer games under that kind of mindset that I still owe the Internet a few apologies.
In any case, we got into the temple. In proper sneaking mission fashion, we also managed to find what we came for. Unfortunately, there was a rather annoying Boss Monster inside, in the form of the god Tishtrya. Hal had wanted to use the possibility he would be taken alive to distract it on a merry chase, but...
Oh, damn you to hell, Cin. You're going to give me a heart attack, you know that? She volunteered. The taint made her a better candidate, as much as I hate to admit. And damn me if it didn't work. The god took off after her and the rest of us slipped into the chamber to find Andrew's father...sealed into a cage by a number of pillars with runes on them. Guess we've all got one to deal with. Runes and stuff ain't really my thing, regardless of how much I might know -about- them, I Don't know squat about disabling them. So...brute force it is, however it works out.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
King-Bearer
Well, that was...something.
Not really much to write about. The path we needed to take to reach this Temple we need to find...well. I'm not sure what all the others saw. Ain't my place to ask, and if they want to talk, they will. I met someone. Claimed they were Artemis. Yeah, that one. Whether it was or just an odd expression of my self doubt, I couldn't exactly say, but I'm inclined to think it was. I'll just ask if I ever get the chance.
Claimed Cindy was going to go running off with Bryn. I didn't particularly believe it, mind, it just didn't seem to fit. It still does't, I don't think she's the type to just flake off without bothering to actually end things. But...damn. The ring business Arty showed me....meh. Like I said to her, it doesn't matter. Shit like this has happened before, and I've no reason to expect the world to change that now, aside from my own faith in Cindy. It'll be enough.
Besides, we'd a job to do, like I told Arty. Whether Cin brushes me off for some Viking ho-bag, if it was really Arty, or some twist of what the Yazata had done, that job still needed doing. My love life will attend to itself.
In the meantime, the King is going home, and gods help whoever gets in the way of that.
Not really much to write about. The path we needed to take to reach this Temple we need to find...well. I'm not sure what all the others saw. Ain't my place to ask, and if they want to talk, they will. I met someone. Claimed they were Artemis. Yeah, that one. Whether it was or just an odd expression of my self doubt, I couldn't exactly say, but I'm inclined to think it was. I'll just ask if I ever get the chance.
Claimed Cindy was going to go running off with Bryn. I didn't particularly believe it, mind, it just didn't seem to fit. It still does't, I don't think she's the type to just flake off without bothering to actually end things. But...damn. The ring business Arty showed me....meh. Like I said to her, it doesn't matter. Shit like this has happened before, and I've no reason to expect the world to change that now, aside from my own faith in Cindy. It'll be enough.
Besides, we'd a job to do, like I told Arty. Whether Cin brushes me off for some Viking ho-bag, if it was really Arty, or some twist of what the Yazata had done, that job still needed doing. My love life will attend to itself.
In the meantime, the King is going home, and gods help whoever gets in the way of that.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
It's Only a Model (Shh!)
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
And Nothing Went Wrong
Well, fuckadoodle.
Talked to Dad. Now that I've had time to simmer down...Jesus, what a colossal cockup. I imagine whoever is actually behind the issues at MIST is quite happy with themselves. Send in an attack team, -then- send in someone who, despite being the biggest ponce in the history of the Gigantic Ponce and Assclown Competition, might have been willing to talk. After the two biggest tempers in the band had been riled and were ready to start shooting again.
We can all imagine how that went. So as a result, the whole gang is sitting around in Dublin while dad and some of the other Tuatha bigshots are trying to settle things out. I'm going to have to try talking to Altair....or we can send Andrew and Lexi to do so. Assuming Andrew isn't all a part of this, and who the fuck can tell at this point? I don't really believe it now that I've had time to settle back and think, but the timing of his sudden disapperance and the business with the squad and Dickhat McGee...I don't know.
I'm not going to apologize. Even had I been calm, I wouldn't have just handed Cindy over to that twit. But...Christ. Well, nothing that can be done immediately. I've got a couple of ideas to keep the status quo and maybe turn Princess Prettypants on whoever's mucking things up at HQ. Might as well put him to something useful if we can arrange it.
...damnit. I was going to liberate an LMG from the armory when we got back from Germany too.
Talked to Dad. Now that I've had time to simmer down...Jesus, what a colossal cockup. I imagine whoever is actually behind the issues at MIST is quite happy with themselves. Send in an attack team, -then- send in someone who, despite being the biggest ponce in the history of the Gigantic Ponce and Assclown Competition, might have been willing to talk. After the two biggest tempers in the band had been riled and were ready to start shooting again.
We can all imagine how that went. So as a result, the whole gang is sitting around in Dublin while dad and some of the other Tuatha bigshots are trying to settle things out. I'm going to have to try talking to Altair....or we can send Andrew and Lexi to do so. Assuming Andrew isn't all a part of this, and who the fuck can tell at this point? I don't really believe it now that I've had time to settle back and think, but the timing of his sudden disapperance and the business with the squad and Dickhat McGee...I don't know.
I'm not going to apologize. Even had I been calm, I wouldn't have just handed Cindy over to that twit. But...Christ. Well, nothing that can be done immediately. I've got a couple of ideas to keep the status quo and maybe turn Princess Prettypants on whoever's mucking things up at HQ. Might as well put him to something useful if we can arrange it.
...damnit. I was going to liberate an LMG from the armory when we got back from Germany too.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Nothing Good Ever Came Out of Germany
Well now.
Andrew bugged out. Didn't think much of it...immediately. Then a MIST kill team stormed the building trying to kill all of us. Sort of narrows down the suspects, eh? Got winged a few times, but having insta-heals meant it didn't do much. Kenny and Hal took it worse, but again...instant healing and being insanely tough. Then...mrgh. Lexi. I really need to sit down and have a talk with her about where she directs that voodoo bullshit she does to peoples heads, because she can damn well stay out of mine.
It did stop the fight, though. That, and Cindy's awesome blast-wave thing. Supposedly the entire squad has given themselves over to Utgard-Loki, which is fucking ridiculous. If there was any dangers, we'd be the first ones to put a stop to things, and some ass-monger who stole his name from Assassin's Creed sent the kill-team. Supposedly he can't lie or some bullshit. Which is nonsense. Everyone can. And does. I lied about my age all the time to get booze before I was 21. Who's going to suspect the 6 foot 2 girl of being underage? Nobody, that's who. During this whole fruity little chat, where we couldn't even insult those cockwads, I kept trying to throw off whatever Lexi did.
I suppose I'm not that mad at her, despite the fact that those little pricks attacked us and should've been dealt with. Unfortunately, by the time I shook it off and went to start going rock & roll on 'em, their patron arrived. How we dealt with that...
Doesn't matter right now. All I know is that when I catch up to Andrew, that little treacherous cur is a fucking dead man. I am going to hang him from the nearest streetlamp by his own intestines.
Andrew bugged out. Didn't think much of it...immediately. Then a MIST kill team stormed the building trying to kill all of us. Sort of narrows down the suspects, eh? Got winged a few times, but having insta-heals meant it didn't do much. Kenny and Hal took it worse, but again...instant healing and being insanely tough. Then...mrgh. Lexi. I really need to sit down and have a talk with her about where she directs that voodoo bullshit she does to peoples heads, because she can damn well stay out of mine.
It did stop the fight, though. That, and Cindy's awesome blast-wave thing. Supposedly the entire squad has given themselves over to Utgard-Loki, which is fucking ridiculous. If there was any dangers, we'd be the first ones to put a stop to things, and some ass-monger who stole his name from Assassin's Creed sent the kill-team. Supposedly he can't lie or some bullshit. Which is nonsense. Everyone can. And does. I lied about my age all the time to get booze before I was 21. Who's going to suspect the 6 foot 2 girl of being underage? Nobody, that's who. During this whole fruity little chat, where we couldn't even insult those cockwads, I kept trying to throw off whatever Lexi did.
I suppose I'm not that mad at her, despite the fact that those little pricks attacked us and should've been dealt with. Unfortunately, by the time I shook it off and went to start going rock & roll on 'em, their patron arrived. How we dealt with that...
Doesn't matter right now. All I know is that when I catch up to Andrew, that little treacherous cur is a fucking dead man. I am going to hang him from the nearest streetlamp by his own intestines.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Press A to Skip
I think we're stuck in a bloody cutscene and nobody had the courtesy to let us know.
A bunch more talking, with one of the 'good' furballs threatening us over not wanting guff from the Krieger goons. They just stopped fighting after Krieger went down and Lexi did her Magic Dogwhistle of Ill Portent and Doom. The lot of them could have started again at any time, still could. We had damn good reason and would've been well within our rights to put them all down.
Will admit though, Cindy was looking pretty hot with all she had going on. She can get really shiny.
And my thoughts are everywhere. I think I'm just getting frustrated that we've still got half a mission to take care of. Kline's apperantly coming into town, and one of Krieger's former goons, I guess, is going to be the one meeting him while we keep an eye on things. Don't think we even really settled on a plan yet. At this point though, it might be best to either scrub the mission or haul Kline's ass in and kick it until he talks. Not exactly subtle, mind, but I think we're starting to get a time crunch.
Eh.
Cindy's been working on another painting. I didn't get much work done on my pet projects. Well, nothing on the computer, anyway. Plenty worked up in my head. Thrust-to-weight ratios are going to be a bitch if I go that route, but we'll see. Depends on how much the plating is going to weight. Not to mention the power plant, circuitry, the work I need on the targeting software, etc etc. Oh, this is going to be fun when I'm finished.
Cutting this short. Cindy's shaking my shoulder, something about Andrew exploding in a fiery motorcycle crash or something. And now she's looking over my shoulder, telling me it wasn't a crash. And now she's telling me to stop typing what she says and get up. OW! HELP HELP I'M BEING REPRESSED.
A bunch more talking, with one of the 'good' furballs threatening us over not wanting guff from the Krieger goons. They just stopped fighting after Krieger went down and Lexi did her Magic Dogwhistle of Ill Portent and Doom. The lot of them could have started again at any time, still could. We had damn good reason and would've been well within our rights to put them all down.
Will admit though, Cindy was looking pretty hot with all she had going on. She can get really shiny.
And my thoughts are everywhere. I think I'm just getting frustrated that we've still got half a mission to take care of. Kline's apperantly coming into town, and one of Krieger's former goons, I guess, is going to be the one meeting him while we keep an eye on things. Don't think we even really settled on a plan yet. At this point though, it might be best to either scrub the mission or haul Kline's ass in and kick it until he talks. Not exactly subtle, mind, but I think we're starting to get a time crunch.
Eh.
Cindy's been working on another painting. I didn't get much work done on my pet projects. Well, nothing on the computer, anyway. Plenty worked up in my head. Thrust-to-weight ratios are going to be a bitch if I go that route, but we'll see. Depends on how much the plating is going to weight. Not to mention the power plant, circuitry, the work I need on the targeting software, etc etc. Oh, this is going to be fun when I'm finished.
Cutting this short. Cindy's shaking my shoulder, something about Andrew exploding in a fiery motorcycle crash or something. And now she's looking over my shoulder, telling me it wasn't a crash. And now she's telling me to stop typing what she says and get up. OW! HELP HELP I'M BEING REPRESSED.
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