A New Golden Age

[DeWinter]

OOC: www.theoi.com/

All right guys- this something new. This is base solely on the Greek Mythology. You can be any goddess/ god and even a titian. Basically what has happen… the Olympians are basically fae. Created from the Titians, who were Gaia's and her Consort's first children [second children are the giants and Cyclops]. They are old… they never die but instead are born again through out time. The god/ goddess/ titian soul can lay dormite in the host. The gods/ and goddess haven't been showing themselves lately- due the fact morals have all but stop worshiping them. They found no need to be around and actively have hand in mortals life- so no heroes have been formed… mythical creatures show up from time to time. The gods/ and goddess still help keep balance in the world even though they are dormite. Their powers and gifts still show through from time to time.


I am not going to list all the gods and goddess… just post an ooc: which goddess/ god/ Titian you are doing

IC:
Howl off in the distance… young women running after a doe as twilight approach… a fire in the distance… camp… joyful laughter… everything a hunter could want. Wolves and animals surrounds each maiden that are near the fire… but no males… no men anywhere. What a heaven!!! What a wonderful peaceful heaven!!! Wait… no men? Opening her jade color eyes, moving as she stretch. She shook her head. "What was that?" She asked herself. She been having these dreams for the past two months. She thought they were gone forever when she gotten older… but suddenly they started to come back. She look over at all the Greek mythology books she had scatter here and there. Her eyes travel to the painting she been working on. It was like all of a sudden she had a urge to paint. The past two weeks she been working on her idea of what the Goddess Artemis would look like. She painted a few of the other Gods and Goddess, but Artemis… something about her she couldn't shake off. Maybe- the desire to be a strong woman like her.

It has been years since her mother passing-- but the pain still there. Her violin still locked up somewhere… but the need to pain still there. She look her hand- the crescent moon still there. She had no idea why she got that, but it was something she wanted for a long time. She shook head. "Get it together Lotus... You are just over imagining things again. All right… if I am up… might as well finish the painting." She grabbed her robe as she head to the painting and begin to work on the stretch before she begin to paint it.

Little did she know… that everything she been reading doesn't even compare to the real thing. Nor that.. She was the very being she admired. Or that the Titian never died and Kronus was alive and kicking… well was alive anyway. Gaia was not happy with her children… humans have destroy her body and they were going to pay. What better what than to set the very creatures she made that once ruled them. Her very first children… the Titian. Allow Tartarus was open… all that dead can walk… and that means Kronus is free to begin a new War. But the world has change since his freedom… the Gods are hidden among the mortals… there is no Mount Olympus… Well the traditional Mount Olympus. He must find the gods before they can ban together and ruin his plan!!! But how can he find them? Now that is the question….

Meanwhile in Underworld….

"Dad!!! We can not stand here and do nothing!!! We must find them!!!" Marcia yelled. Well more like she growled… she couldn't believe her father didn't do anything and just let Kronus walk on out. "I don't care that they don't accept us… but it is not about that. We are losing control of our kingdom!! AND SCREW THEM!!! YOU ARE BETTER THEY ARE!!! But they are still asleep… we can't let them go on unaware. We might awake them… we must bring them back!!! We need them dad!!"

"NEVER I FORBID IT!!! We can deal with this… we can handle this!!" A handsome dark hair man yelled back to his daughter. He began to pace. He can't believe his own daughter would suggest an idea. His wife kept quiet like always. She knew better than to get involved in these arguments. His daughter look to his wife. She held her hands up.

"This is between you and your father… but I do agree… something must be done. Zeus was the last one to go to rest… but… could we awake up Poseidon? Surely he can help us? He never agreed with Zeus about the way the lots went down." She look to her husband then to her daughter. Her daughter… nothing like her, but everything like her father. Oh, she was beautiful… but her temper and personality matched that of her father. Very strong willed… will do what ever she want to get what she want… will never back down… not someone to cross.

Marcia just glared at her father. "Mother is making sense!!! We need them all… or else I would say leave the Bastard alone… but we can't… it took all of ya'll to bring them down… " she spoke. "We have no heroes...we are all that we have!" She growled. "Why did they have to sleep!!"

She shook her head she didn't get it.

Hades look at his daughter. "I CAN HANDLE THIS!!!" With that he matched off. Marcia open her mouth, but her father was gone.

"GREAT!!! IF THEY DON'T KILL HIM I WILL!!!" She look to her mother. "how piss will he be if I left and try to find them?" She asked.

Her mother open her mouth in shock. "Marcia… no… don't go against his word… no matter how stupid.." She felt her daughter's power. She was close to being really piss. "Marcia… please… calm down…"

Marcia held her hands up. "NO!!! He is going to kill himself… I may not agree with him… but damn it!! I am not going to let my own father dead… I am not you guys… " With that she was gone before her Mother could do anything to stop her.

[Bucks23]

Las Vegas, Nevada

There came a sharp pinging noise before the elevator doors opened on a busy hospital wing. Out stepped a man with a bunch of colourful flowers held loosely in one hand. Dark piercing eyes stared out of a handsome if rugged face, his short dark hair slicked back and a few days worth of stubble growth on his jaw. He wore mostly dark clothing and long black coat.
He made his way down the corridor with slow reluctance. The nurses and patients that noticed him moved quickly out of his way for those that didn‘t already know about him, or his father, the scar that crossed his face in a diagonal line told them it was best to avoid him. He rounded a corner and came to the door of a private room flanked by two hefty looking men in expensive suits and shades that hid their eyes. They made no move to intercept the man as he entered to find a beautiful young woman sitting by an old man’s side in the wide hospital room, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. Her mascara had left faint black streaks on her tanned cheeks as Gabriella D‘Amico turned towards her brother as he paused awkwardly in the doorway.
“You’re here.” She said barely audibly.
Anthony D’Amico’s jaw clenched slightly as he looked at his father laying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and the heart monitor beeping in it’s slow steady rhythm. “How’s he doin’?” He asked quietly.
Gabriella shook her head and turned back to her father. “He’s stable… for now. But he’s not doing good Tony.” She gave her father’s limp hand a gentle squeeze as she fought back the tears. “Doctors don’t think he’s going to last for much longer.”
Anthony snorted. “Whadda they know?” He moved towards his father dropping the flowers on the nightstand. “C’mon tough guy and pull through for us already.” He said as he leaned over him to kiss him on both cheeks. He stood up straight again and started for the door. “I have to go.”
Gabriella laughed but there was no humour in it. “Typical. You show up with some meaningless gift and then vanish again like your father isn’t important enough for your time. Just like you were always in and out of jail when dad was well.”
Anthony stared at her angrily. “Hey, I’m runnin' things for the family while the old man is takin’ his little nap. Okay? It isn’t easy. Not when we got a war to wage on the Costellas. F*ckin’ lowlifes.”
Gabriella stared back at her older brother unflinching. “You and your wars Tony. You’re always at war with someone. What you gonna do with yourself when there’s no one left to fight?”
Anthony opened his mouth to argue further but thought better of it. He sighed and started for the door once again. “I’ll bring Joey up next time. He doesn’t understand what’s happening.”
“Well then It’s good he has you.” Gabriella said and felt her brother watching her from the doorway, but she kept her back to him until she heard his departing footsteps…

Later that evening, Anthony D’Amico found himself at a bar in some club with music playing in the back ground as he stared down at the tumbler of JD in front of him. He felt the comforting weight of the handgun in it’s holster under his left arm pit, like a child with a beloved teddy bear, his weapon gave him a sense of security and strength. He looked grumpily into his imagination, not liking what he saw there…

[DeWinter]

Marcia glance around she look at her pocket watch. Her father isn't back yet... he should of been back by now. She looked around. Charon was suppose to be there.... he wasn't. Where was that farey man? She looked around then looked up to see Cerberus standing next to her. "Where is he? great... not good." She motion with her finger and at once Cerberus bends down. Climbing up on him she motion for him to move with a light kick. At once they were off. She was a goddess... but here in the underworld... even the goddess of death can't cross the river Styx.

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Lotus couldn't take it any more... she needed to be lost... but didn't want the woods tonight. She closes her eyes as she put on her jacket and headed outside to journey down to the local tavern.

[Bucks23]

Anthony D'Amico closed his eyes a moment. Suddenly the mix of raised voices and music and glasses clinking together in the busy club started to grate on him. It felt like an unbearable racket and he squuesed his eyes shut against it and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please...just... shut... the f**k up." He growled quietly and reached for his glass... but his fingers grabbed nothing but air. He opened his eyes and caught his breath at what he saw...

...An army of countless warriors were arrayed before him on a grassy plain. They wore little armour or nothing at all but brandished spears and shields with painted decorations like the spartans used. They were all looking to the sky and Anthony's eyes were wide with shock. There was no sound apart from the gentle cawing from crows circling high above in the sky and a quiet murmuring in his ears. He looked down to see an older man on his knees infront of him. His arms slowly going up to the heavens as if in supplication. It didn't take a genius to realise he was praying even if his words were not understood. He suddenly screamed a word and smiled at Anthony as if he could finally see him. The cry was taken up by all the warriors suddenly and the silence became a deafening din of screams and shouts of warriors preparing for battle. The word they screamed was: Ares.
They rushed forward brandishing their spears high in the air...

Anthony suddenly opened his eyes with a sharp intake of breath and found himself back in the seedy club like nothing had happened. The voices were still muttering all around him and the music was still throbbing with some latest song on the charts. He realised the bartender was staring at him warily as he rubbed a glass with a towel. The scar on Anthony's face was hurting alot strangely like he had just been cut again. "Another. Make it a double." Anthony said quickly...

[DeWinter]

Marcia needed to get the surface... but where should she go? Who should she contact? How would she know where they were? She closes her eyes. She needed to see those old hags... she needed to bribe them... she would rather force them. But the witches, well let just say they are immortals. Not much she can do to them- she couldn't threaten them with torture since they are they are ancient like Gaia herself. She growled a little. She would have to offer flesh for hints- damn why can't Dahlia still be around? She could go see the virgins over the hags, but she haven't heard of any mortals having visions in over a century. Goodie, goodie gum drop!! Marcia just hope that things will look better once she visit them.

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Lotus looked at the tavern. Did she really want to go in? No... but maybe... She stopped herself. She began to walk away. She decided the forest was better. Maybe she could just go running for a bit. Her brain won't stop thinking about those dreams.