Children of the Gods: Arc 2 [Game/Closed]

[Terratina.]

"Not the airline kind." She replied, bad memories of going through her head. No manner how good the food looked in the photographs, it was always the same reheated junk. She may be a poor student but she always stayed away from microwave meals. Ever since that day she got a stomach bug from one. Etna put in her hands in her pocket and then folded them again. She could have chosen to simply listen to a few tracks to pass the time, but Andrew was so kind to show his disdain for people who used phones on planes. Of course, that could always be another way to annoy him. 'Best save that for later.' Etna concluded.

 

[Dogmatic99]

"I guess so, can't be terribly pleasant work though."

And competitive as well I imagine, with so many many war gods knocking about and only so many wars to go around these days. I wonder if they have rules on it or something, like 'No poaching conflicts started by some one else.'

"You said you boxed? Never had the chance to try that myself, think you could give me a few pointers later?"

'Sure.' Able nodded back. The satyrs probably weren't the last fight they'd have on this... whatever it was. He didn't want to use the term quest for it. Abe followed Remeus' example and declined the free wine, he was still tasting the stuff from the grove.

That wasn't something he cared to relive. But it did bring up the question, what were they going to find in Italy? What if they found Dionysus? He could only hope that Prometheus started offering up som answers soon or they'd all be caught completely clueless.

 

[IFS]

Able nodded in reply to her question, "Great, knowing that sort of thing can't hurt after all," she said, she did know a little bit of martial arts but given how little that had helped her in the last fight it couldn't hurt to know something else.

"Has anyone here been out of their home city before this? I was looking to go somewhere new before all this."

Dan stated his question loud enough for the people at different tables to hear, she turned towards him "Yeah I've traveled for athletic competitions before, and on vacations, never out of the country though." She turned back towards Remus and Able, "What about you guys? Travel much before this?"

She wasn't sure if she should say more to Dan, Aria also had answered his question and the two seemed quite attached at this point, it felt like interrupting to say too much to them. Given what Remus had said before she doubted he had traveled that much, Able hadn't said much about his life back home though which made her curious.

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus took a long sip, nearly finishing the glass, before making a face to say 'not bad'. The wine was clearly expensive and old, perhaps even 50 years; he had a knack for guessing the ingredients of alcohol. Perhaps because we was constantly imbibing it.

"Wine's fine. Feel free."

Prometheus got up to have a wander, and perhaps locate a bathroom, when the plane jolted suddenly. The captains voice blared as he leaned against a wall.

We seem to have run into some slight turbulence. Please return to your seats i-immediately. A stutter. The Captain sounded nervous and strained. This did not bode well. Prometheus turned back to the group, and then totally around, towards the door to economy class.

Pushing hard on the door, it gave way to a grisly sight. The sparse passengers here and there had been butchered, with their hearts ripped out. Prometheus shut the door and returned calmly to his seat. Speaking low and with great measure, he addressed the groups.

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

Prometheus took a deep breath. Flying was already hard enough.

 

[hiei82]

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

"I swear you must plan these situations." Vera said; unaffected by the sight of the dead bodies. Looking around, she tried to take stock of the situation. "Dan and Nicole are the only people here I know can fly besides myself. I can transform into wind form to keep things pressurized for us if we want to abandon plane, or I can transform into something more violent to fight; but once the choice is made, I'll need an hour to change it. what do the rest of you think?" Vera asked, quickly getting to business.

 

[Ruedyn]

A few answers, nothing too great. Dan already knew California was terrible. He took a peek at the menu again, thinking of a new question. He wanted to bring up families, but he knew that was just too painful for everyone. Before he could open his mouth again, Prometheus came back,

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

"Same as ever, Prommy." Dan stood up, and waved his hand. Sleipnir appeared once more, armored and with a sword strapped to his side. Was he going to go out for a joyride in Jotunheim? Dan shook his head, and hopped onto the horse. He drew the sword on its' side, a small norwegian inscription. He shrugged, as he raised the blade into the air, and addressed everyone.

"Alright, Sleipnir can take three people at a time. The least fit for combat, get on first, the rest should stay in case of whatever it is still being here. Any problems?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

Andrew had caught a sight of these butchered passengers when Prometheus had opened the door. Whatever had done that, could probably take them all out easily. If he had seen it correctly, the hearts had been removed, something which would require getting through the rib-cage as well. There were other ways to do it, but from where he was standing, it seemed they had gone through the chest. In that case, it wouldn't be impossible for whatever it was to rip them apart, if that was the case. Vera asked if she should fight or try to escape, but Andrew didn't know what to answer. As he was now, he was useless. If given a few hours, he could probably manage to heal his ribs, finally, but even then that would be all he could do.

"Alright, Sleipnir can take three people at a time. The least fit for combat, get on first, the rest should stay in case of whatever it is still being here. Any problems?"

Andrew looked around. They would have to take Etna, the very least. Apart from that, he supposed he'd be the second most useless at this moment.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do much good at the moment, so I might take you up on that," he smiled apologetically. His pride would be wounded, but it was Dan's injury who had taken the last he had, so he supposed this would make up for it. "I'd suggest Etna too, since she can't fly, nor seems to have super-strength or toughness."

No doubt she will get annoyed, which is not even my intention, but the game is paused when lives are at risk.

Still. Not being able to do anything, again, wasn't something he cared for.

I'll have to make up for it later.

 

[Deu Sex]

When the plane suddenly jolted and a shaky voice began stuttering over the intercom, Remus sharpened up. "Something is wrong." he immediatly thought, and then Prometheus arrived to confirm his worries. "We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

Reigning in his instinct to spring up from his seat, Remus sat in thought as he listened to the plans of others. Vera pointed out that a couple of them could fly, but not all of them. Dan also summoned up his steed and offered a ride out of harm's way. "Alright, Sleipnir can take three people at a time. The least fit for combat, get on first, the rest should stay in case of whatever it is still being here. Any problems?"

Remus shook his head. "None here. Andrew, Etna and Aria should be the ones to take the horse. Nicole and Vera should both fly with them to safety. The rest of us are decently combat-oriented enough to handle ourselves." he paused, looking down the airline's corridors. He wanted to make sure nothing was trying to sneak into the business class. Seeing and hearing nothing of threat yet, he continued. "If the captain is still alive for whatever reason, we can probably get him to land this plane for me, Able, Steven, Dan and Prometheus. We'll have to get to him first though. And deal with whatever monstrosity is on board with us."

 

[Lunar Templar]

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

Aria could only shake her head at this in a 'Really .... can't bloody leave us alone for long can they' kinda way. She then got up and got ready to fight when Remus suggested she leave with Etna and Andrew "And why would I need to get off the plane to?" Aria said, rather annoyed at the suggestion that she was some how 'helpless'

 

[IFS]

"We are 35,000 feet in the air, alone on a plane full of butchered passengers, all our weapons in storage, and someone who wishes us great harm. Any plans?"

"Dan and Nicole are the only people here I know can fly besides myself. I can transform into wind form to keep things pressurized for us if we want to abandon plane, or I can transform into something more violent to fight; but once the choice is made, I'll need an hour to change it. what do the rest of you think?"

"None here. Andrew, Etna and Aria should be the ones to take the horse. Nicole and Vera should both fly with them to safety. The rest of us are decently combat-oriented enough to handle ourselves."

Everyone was springing to their feet and preparing, declaring plans and ideas. Nicole was in shock from her glimpse of all the corpses, oh God, those innocent people... She shook her head and snapped out of it, forcing back the now somewhat familiar nauseous feelings, have to focus I can throw up my breakfast later.

"I don't think I'm dressed to fly out there, we're really high up," she said somewhat uncertainly, for all I know I've got some power that keeps me warm and pressurized, but I don't want to risk that. Not if I can help it. "The pilot spoke so he might still be alive, we should try and get to him, better to keep the plane than to abandon it three at a time."

Besides we might be able to save at least one person. We don't know whats out there though, it could be anything. She was already shivering from fear and adrenaline and they hadn't seen any monsters yet, her wings expanded in miniature from her back, too small to fly with but there wasn't space for that in here either. She wanted to do as she had said they should and charge ahead to try and save the captain, but her fear held her in place. She gritted her teeth and pushed herself to start moving towards the front of the group, somewhat hesitantly.

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus was somewhat disappointed in the rush to escape; the captain may still be alive, and he at least deserves some help. The titan would not turn his back on a man in need.

"We can escape later. We need to help the captain. And whatever trapped us here is sure as hell going to chase us anyway."

Standing up, he eyed the cabin door, behind which was the cockpit. And whatever fiend had killed the passengers. A voice came over the intercom. It was the hostess.

Friends, relatives, fellow Gods. Let's not be so hasty to leave. The captain here would appreciate if you all remained in your seats until the flight ends. I think well take a rather sharp dive into Rome, don't you? Maximum casualties and all that.

Prometheus turned to the group, his face distraught. He couldn't have so much human blood on his hands.

"What do we do?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"We can escape later. We need to help the captain. And whatever trapped us here is sure as hell going to chase us anyway."

"As much as I'd like to help, I'd be nothing but dead weight," Andrew noted, but Prometheus seemed to be set on that they all had to stay around. Andrew wasn't afraid, but he was opposed to risking his life doing nothing.

Seriously, I'd be better off out of the way than staying here and taking up space. What am I even supposed to do? Have trouble moving and get killed?

However, whatever he was about to say disappeared when he heard the message over the intercom.

Friends, relatives, fellow Gods. Let's not be so hasty to leave. The captain here would appreciate if you all remained in your seats until the flight ends. I think well take a rather sharp dive into Rome, don't you? Maximum casualties and all that.

Fellow gods? How did Prometheus not notice that? Anyways, what we need to do is to stop her, somehow. I don't doubt there's something more to it than what it seems at the moment. Not to mention, isn't Rome quite far away?

This whole situation seemed too controlled, as if Prometheus had fucked up on purpose. Was that why he had seemed to nervous before? Because he knew what was going to happen? It wasn't impossible. Heck, with the situation at hand, it seemed more possible than impossible. Andrew could only think about a few possible solutions, none which included fighting their way out of it.

"What do we do?"

"Fighting doesn't seem to be possible at this point. So either we talk, or we get some help. We're dealing with a god if she's to be believed herself, who will kill thousands if we don't stop her. It's not like our position hasn't been compromised either way, and I doubt there isn't a few gods paying attention to what's going on right now."

Then again, people's pride might get into the way. Both demigods and gods. I thought I was had an ego, but at least I'm not stupid enough to be controlled by it.

"If it's possible, that is. Still, those are the other options I can think of. You can try fighting, but I doubt it would do anything else than to make the situation worse either way." His voice was serious. Serious, calm, but still somewhat friendly. People would probably disagree with him, but Andrew didn't care, if they seriously were considering fighting in this situation, then they wouldn't listen to reason.

 

[Terratina.]

She tried to stay calm in the chaos. They were high in the air, in a plane filled with dead bodies, murdered innocents, and was currently on track to cause more deaths. What to do? What to do? She felt useless. The others could possibly do something, like change the path of the plane. All she could do was induce feelings. It was a dire situation. Enough people were dead already, so she could understand why some of the group wanted to save the others. Nevertheless, playing at being heroes was a dangerous thing as well. Andrew was a prime example of that. She rose and addressed the group, "Remember, we're no good dead. I hate it as well, but we are the priority here." As she stood, she put her shaking hands in her pockets, keeping up the calm facade and continued, "Regardless, is there a way to change the flight path of the plane? Maybe conjure up some strong winds or something?"

 

[Dogmatic99]

Friends, relatives, fellow Gods. Let's not be so hasty to leave. The captain here would appreciate if you all remained in your seats until the flight ends. I think well take a rather sharp dive into Rome, don't you? Maximum casualties and all that.

Oh no. Able stared blankly at the scene of carnage that lurked behind them in every other class on the plane. They'd been butchered. Mutilated! Ripped apart like some kind of animal had goten loose in there... and that voice.

Fellow gods... what are they?

The others were all shouting out plans and tactics, Prometheus seemed to have lost any and all ability to act on his own. Able clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the bloody sights around him and just let the words and their meaning sink in.

There were a lot of good points going around.

We can't stop Dio if we're dead. - But we can't let the people on the ground die. What good are we if we can't even help people?

We could get the others out, it's too cramped in here anyway, we could end up getting herded together like the people back there. - But whatever it is, it got up here, who's to say it couldn't follow.

We don't know what we're fighting or if we stand a chance against it, we can't just rush in blind... but it's in the cockpit with the pilot. We can't let the only person who can land the plane die and the only way to get to them... is to get to them.

So that was it. They had to get into the cockpit, they had to protect the pilot. And they had to take care of whatever it was that had killed everyone else. Either by killing it or distracting it until they could get the plane on the ground safely. Able hoped they could kill it, the thought of keeping it running around without killing any of them for who knows how long wasn't a good one.

But how was he supposed to tell the others that? He looked around, trying to grab their attention but they were all wrapped up in their little tactics meeting. Damnit! His mind screamed, raging against his body's short comings. He had to do something though!

Remus was closest. He could be useful and Etna, they'd definitely need her in case the pilot was brainwashed or paniced from all the crazy. They were running out of time, he didn't have time to write it down and show them all, they couldn't understand his signing. Able just had to trust them and hope they'd know what to do... and what he was trying to do.

They wont. But it's do or die.

He patted Remus and Etna on the shoulder and gave them what might be a final, poignant, look. His face read 'Trust me.' He hoped they could tell. Able ushered for them to follow him before rushing down the isle and slamming into the cockpit door with his shoulder, trying to break it down and get to the people inside. Outwardly he was cold as steel.

Inwardly: Shiiiiiiiitttttt!

 

[hiei82]

"Regardless, is there a way to change the flight path of the plane? Maybe conjure up some strong winds or something?" Etna said, calmly.

"I can cover the wind, but I'll need to get outside to do it." Vera said, just as calm. "Though once I take wind form, I won't be able to help with anything else." she finished, giving the warning. If they weren't running, than they needed a front line; a front line she couldn't be a part of as a gust of wind.

 

[Ruedyn]

Dan sneered at the voice on the intercom. He would love to save the captain, but they had only heard a scared voice. And now one calling himself a 'fellow god' was slurring into the intercom. Everyone else was panicking, but there was a voice in Dan's head, telling him that man was a goner... But yet...

"Remus." Dan made his horse walk up to him, and held his swords out for him, "Take this, go to the cockpit with Aria. I know she has spells for combat. Don't worry about the plane, I have an idea." Dan walked towards Vera, and held out a hand to help her onto the horse.

"Okay, you can turn into wind, right? you and I should be able to hold the plane up for awhile, but we might need someone else to help out. I know Abe is strong as all hell, but he's busy. Prometheus would be my second choice. Or we can just try it with the two of us. What do you say?"

 

[IFS]

Prometheus thankfully backed up her statement that they should save the captain which helped her calm her nerves, but then the voice taunted them over the intercom and Able charged off. What is he doing? We have hours and they need the pilot to steer the plane, we need to do something but we need to be calm. Etna had declared that they should hold up the plane, but even that seemed something they didn't need to worry about yet, I doubt V as wind can hold up an entire plane, and if she wants to crash it into Rome we have hours to go before that's a concern.

She focused on Able for a second, there was little she could do on the plane but she could help him, a aura of light enveloped him for an instant giving him a blessing of victory and strength. She turned to the others taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"We still have hours before we reach Rome, we should try and take the plane back, if she wants to crash it into Rome we have plenty of time before it goes down," she said, hoping they would all listen to her "The easiest way to change the flight path would be to get in the cockpit."

She felt ready to charge after Able, he had acted without them and if they didn't help he might get in over his head easily, though she was still too hesitant to charge after him in the enclosed space without the others.

 

[Terratina.]

A pat on the shoulder. It was Able. A determined look. But why was he slamming the cockpit door? What he was doing seemed like suicide. Perhaps with his ability he could act the hero and survive. Nevertheless, plans were being tangled up in other plans. Rather like the threads of feelings, as sometimes they become tangled and do not go the desired way. She had experienced that too many. Etna could insert a new thread in the tapestry here and there, but could not guarantee the results. Her ability was such a risk, and an affront to free will itself. Part of her mildly envied Able's ability, as it allowed him to protect others and himself. Regardless, Etna turned around and went after Able. She hastily said to the others as she ran, "There's no point in keeping this thing in the air. It's going down anyway. The best we can do is force it to land in the ocean."

 

[hiei82]

"...What do you say?" Dan said, holding out his hand for her.

Vera nodded and said "I say we go for it while the others do what they do best." Ignoring Dan's hand; transforming into her wind form instead; but not before adding "You open the door, let the horse out, and close it behind you. I'll keep the cabin pressurized."

Thus, Vera was gone with the wind - literally.

 

[Ruedyn]

"You open the door, let the horse out, and close it behind you. I'll keep the cabin pressurized."

"Err, right." Dan withdrew his hand, and put trotted Sleipnir to the door. He placed his hand on the lever, and threw another quick glance over his shoulder. Of course he didn't see her, he sighed and threw it open, hoping desperately the others had managed to get into the cockpit by now.