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

[Lunar Templar]

A short time after Nicole brought up the tokens, Aria fell asleep. It was, or would have been, the kind of deep sleep one would wake up totally refreshed from, if she wasn't poisoned.

She never heard Prometheus's reply, but didn't need to. She's pretty much figured out that the gods where just using them, she'd thought as much the whole time if she was being totally honest. Her rest how ever remained undisturbed, untill the sound of the javelin hitting the RV brought her back around.

She followed one of the new people out, and Asian with a katana and gave him a pat on the back when he seemed a bit shocked by the sights around him. "You'll get used to it." she said, still feeling a little drained but nowhere near to the degree she was before. She fallowed Andrew past Thor, whom looked a bit different then she thought, but not much and into the building he directed them to.

 

[IFS]

"Those tokens are used for war, Nicole. The War. When the young or forgotten Gods challenge those in charge. We don't have any because this isn't a war...it's just..."

"If it wasn't a war before then it is now," she replied sternly "Dio's already got other gods on his side, and has killed or attempted to kill others, so tell me what it is if not war."

Prometheus then addressed Steven, saying that a token would have kept him from having to sell his soul, she felt pangs of sadness for Steven and anger that it could have been prevented. Prail spoke up, something about Artemis that Nicole didn't understand, but Prometheus barked back at her. Yes this is bigger than one person's vendetta, Nicole thought although she didn't know why Prail held a vendetta against Artemis, that's exactly why we deserve to know what we're getting into.

She was about to speak up, and say just that but Prometheus slammed on the accelerator and the van took off. She tried to glance behind them, see what they were running from but it was too dark. As quickly as it had accelerated the van soon came to an abrupt stop, a figure outside urging everyone to leave the van and move into a building.

She grabbed her bag and followed the others, yelling at Prometheus could wait, it seemed they were in trouble now. A huge javelin striking the van only confirmed this, and quickened her movements as she left the van with the others and darted towards the building.

 

[hiei82]

After she awoke, Vera spent several hours of the trip sifting through translations, trying to make sense of the books. It took a while to get the hang of it, but - as far as she could tell - the books were about some kind of "divine cycle" where new and forgotten gods rose up to replace the current gods. It spoke of it happening many times over the course of history, but dwelled upon the usurpation of Amun-Ra by Osirus an Isis.

The book described the events as "predictable", saying certain events occurred before each cycle. Eventually, she identified the signs as 1) the release of mythic monsters, 2) the death of those loyal, and 3) war that scars the land. "Well we're three for three I suppose" were her thoughts as she continued on.

Eventually, she found a passage about marks - symbols which identified the many sides of the conflict - the lack of which signaled neutrality in the events to unfold. She was about to dismiss the passage as known information based on the symbols they'd already seen when, at the bottom of an old piece of papyrus, she found one additional passage of significance. "The marks protect you from being assimilated into a deity without the same mark." This shook Vera a bit.

She drew the attention of the group, explaining her translations, before turning to Steven. "These marks... I think you may have one. The one mark you received from The Morrigan... If I'm right, then there's a good chance she may try to assimilate you; and soon. Be careful."

As they got closer to their destination, Vera chose to take warrior form so if the worst came to pass, she'd be ready. He reluctantly stowed the books away; hopefully their would be some kind of hint on how to stop the cycle within them. Whether there was or not however, their was a more important concern - that of the war going on outside their windows.

"Out of the van. Into the building to your left. Now." a god with a hammer - most likely Thor - said, drawing them to action. Normally, he'd not take a random deity at their word, but a javelin altered his decision. He got out of the RV, providing cover for the others with his armor and blade.

Spoiler: OOC @ All

Assume Vera mentions everything she read in the book

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Steven barely managed to grip a wall as the van sped off.

"Slow down!" Steven yelled, "This RV isn't made for this, your going to kill us!"

Steven also barely avoided being thrown to the floor, "Where the hell-"

"Out of the van. Into the building to your left. Now."

He saw the hammer.

"Who.."

*Crack*

Steven slowly turned to the javelin embedded in the van. A very sharp, deadly spike a centimeter from his head.

Two centimeter's further, it would of impaled deep enough to smash through his skull. So close to death...

Steven fell down, crawling away from the spear.

 

[Rogue Trooper]

The sudden event of a javelin crashing through the wall of the RV quickly woke Jonathan up from his slumber and into a combat stance. The movement was instant, as experience of sleeping rough throughout Europe had taught him to prepare for anything or anyone, but to be honest a javelin was something he least expected.

?Jesus monkey balls Christ? he shouted violently rubbing the sleep and bits of dried blood that had begun to collect in his eyes ?can?t a man get some sleep in this fuck wagon!??

Now fully awake and enraged, Jonathan glared at the lodged javelin and pulled it free, his strength making the task easy enough. Javelin in hand Jonathan then exited in the bus grunting as he went.

?Better return this to the fuckhead who threw it?

Once outside he quickly scanned the battlefield laid out in full view before him, he then turned his attention to the giant dickhead with the hammer which had ordered the group to move.

?Fuck you arse face, maybe if yeah got a haircut I wouldn?t have mistaken you for a girl?O and this javelin? he spoke putting it out in front of him each hand grasping either side of it ?do a little stunt like that again and me and you, are going to have a problem, you almost killed somebody you stupid fuck!?

Jonathan then snapped the javelin in two and threw it at the giant?s feet "Thought I'd return this to yeah"

 

[Green Shoes]

Giving Andrew a brief, grim smile, Prometheus nodded as the youth left the van. Contact with anyone he knew would undoubtedly place them in danger, if they weren't already; not to mention drawing unwanted attention to the group. While Thor hadn't swiftly killed them, that didn't exactly allude to where his allegiances lay.

Concentrating on Vera's words, he followed the group into the building. It was akin to something like a log cabin; though far longer and wider, with a low roof. The wood was all a rich brown, and the inside was lit by small lanterns and battery torches. The closest section of the building was populated with close set tables and chairs of mis-matching furniture, clearly pilfered from nearby buildings. Several men and women were sitting, various weapons by their sides; all of which were bladed. Some of them wore armour over modern shirts and jackets; others were bare chested and bloody. On the tables were cards and coins, drinks and fruits. The second half, marked by a taut rope, had a smattering of beds with blooded occupants. These wounded were being tended to by a tall, curvy, light-haired woman dressed in a tank-top and jeans, as well as an old and somewhat scraggly man, bent double and walking with a distinct iron cane. As they arrived he was serving the wounded slices of a strange fruit; he didn't even turn to acknowledge them.

"Dead or dying?!"

He sounded more cranky than anything. Prometheus set his weapons against the wall and spoke back.

"Neither."

The old man simply waved them away as he continued tending to the wounded. Thor was the last to enter, carrying the fragments of the javelin. Shoving them into the arms of Jon, he kept his voice to a dull roar.

"You keep your comments to yourself, or I will personally smear you across the wall. If you care to notice, that was thrown from the opposite side. From the prison. Not us."

Hanging his hammer from a holster on his belt, he stared at the newcomers, fiercely judging them. Looking to Prail, he judged by her questions she was the most apt in military matters. He handed the shards to her, pointing to the carved marks down it's shaft.

"This isn't junk. It cuts you, you burn. The last conflict was roughly four hours ago. Sometimes we try and break in, sometimes they come out en masse for a slaughter. But he can always sense us. Not you folk though. I assume you're who Zeus sent. The relief, as it seems."

As he spoke, the woman turned around and made eye contact with Aria. The youth instantly recognized her as Freya, intrinsically feeling her maternal presence. The Goddess, however, was called to another wounded by an agonizing scream, quickly laying hands on him and ignoring Aria.

Prometheus spoke to Vera as Thor finished, speaking in a hushed whisper. It had seemed she had struck some goldmine of information; some of which was wholly important.

"Steven is bound by magic, not a token. He can't be...assimilated...I don't think. The tokens are for war, world-ending wars..."

Nicole's words rang in his head.

It certainly is war now...

 

[DarkRawen]

When Prometheus made it clear that he couldn't contact anyone, he felt... well. Sad. Andrew couldn't help but go quiet, following and taking in the situation at hand, but not caring enough to make note of anything. Now he truly felt alone, and unable to do a thing about that.

I don't like this.

He didn't like feeling sad, or really, anything at all. It was unnerving, almost. The sudden pain that arose in his chest, that he had gotten so good at ignoring.

Because it never truly left, right?

Of course not. Andrew would do anything to take his mind of that, and he got that, as they walked into the building. A purpose, something to do. There was a lot of wounded people, and he glanced around, wanting to help them, wondering where to start. He realized that he hadn't asked what happened to the monks, had they been helped?

I hope so.

They better have been. It was no use driving around, claiming that they were there to help people, and then just saving themselves. Andrew walked up to Thor, the other two seemed rather busy, and he knew that interrupting someone currently dealing with a patient was normally a bad idea. Then again, he didn't even know if he would be of any use, so he asked the god with the famous hammer.

"Do you need assistance in treating the wounded?" he asked. "I'm a doctor, and although I currently lack the energy needed for my healing abilities, I have the knowledge needed to give treat most wounds." His pride, his education and training. His job, and what he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing. Had he really gotten to the point where he relied on his powers, and his powers only?

Of course not.

He did acknowledge that Aria was hurt too, but unlike a hospital where they could take samples, just examining her and giving her a bandage wouldn't do much. If he waited a while longer, rested a bit and ate a meal, then perhaps he'd be able to heal the poison in her. But for now, he could only treat the ones he could treat, if he was even allowed to do that.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria just leaned against a wall, listening to Thor as he spoke, until she briefly looked eyes with Freya, how ever she was called away to tend to some one else before she could say anything.

Aria pretty much stopped paying attention to the conversation, and got lost in an internal back and forth about what she should do. on the one hand, her mother was there and she did really want to talk to her, on the other, she was busy and didn't want to bother her. She could offer to help, but Aria her self wasn't in the best shape, and besides that, she didn't have the skills necessary to be of any use. That though bothered her more then the poison pumping in her system. Aria decided to just find a spot out of the way and just watch, not just Freya but the others as well, after all she was 'useless until some one needs some one shot'.

 

[hiei82]

"Steven is bound by magic, not a token. He can't be...assimilated...I don't think. The tokens are for war, world-ending wars..." Prometheus said; a valid point, though not necessarily a true one.

"The book only mentioned "marks" - it didn't specify tokens. It's not safe to assume anything in this case." Vera offered, unwilling to dismiss the possible risk so quickly and offhandedly. "Still, I'll take a look at the book and see if I can confirm this one way or another." he said, exiting the conversation as gracefully as he could given the situation.

The others seemed to be dividing up until the attack was ready to go. Vera couldn't help but feel he was a bit out of his depth in that regard. He wasn't good at all of the pre-planning stuff and his powers were distinctly better in a fight than elsewhere. The best thing he could do was continue the translation.

Or was it...

Noticing Aria sitting in a corner, Vera couldn't help but feel a little worried. He made his way over to the group's resident pointy-hat, taking a seat unceremoniously next to her. It wasn't hard to see what she was thinking and feeling. Freya was here and Aria had made her lack of familial contact more than apparent the first day. As for feeling... well, Aria wasn't the only one who'd not been in contact with her divine family.

He waited a few minutes - mostly opening translation books and finding his pages. "So... not gonna talk to her?" Aria looked toward Vera then back to Freya "She's busy, best to not distract her while she trying to save some one's life" Aria replied, though it was clear she wasn't totally sold on that excuse her self.

Vera took a moment to take a deep breath and sigh. He glanced up at the ceiling, thinking what exactly he wanted to say through. Then he spoke. "I know I'm probably not the best person to say this, but I think you should anyway. I... I know I don't exactly get along with my dad - or pretty much any gods for that matter - but I'm glad I had a chance to meet him. And this... well, its pretty obvious we're about to walk into the final battle here. There's no telling who might be left alive at the end. Dionysus is trying to cause Ragnarok which hardly seems promising for the Norse gods. Even if its just saying hi or asking a question or two or even just seeing what she can do about the Dio's poison... I think... I know I'd regret it if I didn't take the chance when I had it."

It didn't feel right acting all sappy sentimental; particularly in warrior form so he added a final joke to lighten the mood. "Besides, she's a Nordic goddess of magic; I'm sure she can multitask."

Aria giggled briefly at Vera's joke but her expression just as quickly reverted "I know ... I just don't know what to say." Aria sighed and shook her head then slid down the wall and wrapped her arms around her knee "This is turning out way harder then I thought it'd be, and she knows I'm here to, so I feel like I should do something..."

Vera smiled. "I met my dad about a year before I graduated High School. I got up one morning and BAM, I had super powers. I walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and I had this ugly face on." he said, pointing at his the long grizzled beard. "talk about "before you put on makeup huh?"" he continued, smiling. "So I'm understandably confused and more than a little afraid. I run back to my bedroom and I see my dad - in similar warrior form - sitting on my bed, smiling his smug ass face off. I stared at him for what felt like an eternity, I open my mouth and you know what I say? I scream wildly and attack him with my sword." he said, laughing at the memory.

Vera couldn't help but feel a little off as he told the tale. Even a few weeks ago, he thought of the memory as something troublesome and annoying, and angering yet, at this moment, it all seemed so funny. Vera continued. "After I was done trying to kill him and he'd managed to explain who and what he was, I spent the next hour screaming at him. Asking why he wasn't there for my mom, why he wasn't there for my grandparents, why he wasn't there for me. He never did get around to answering me either. I just screamed and yelled and accused until I couldn't scream or yell or accuse anymore." he said, shaking his head remembering how angry he was and how dumb he felt now for being so angry.

"My point is this. You'll have to do extremely poorly to outdo my first meeting with my deity-dad." he finished. "I know its frightening, but this is the chance you've been looking for. Reach out your hand and grasp it. I know you can do it. You killed a ghost thing. You managed to go toe-to-toe with a demigod while injured. You kicked Loki's self-righteous ass and you've literally walked through hell to get here." he said, reaching out his own hand toward the ceiling in gesticulation and clenching it into a fist at its highest point. "You don't just deserve it. You've earned it."

"Besides, you're Texan. Don't ya'll just do what you want anyway?" he added, sticking his tongue out at her in jest.

Spoiler: OOC

The Aria quotes are from Lunar; just done over skype.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria just looked at Vera for a moment, then the floor, the giggled again "Yeah, we do, other states go to remove the death penalty, we put in an express lane." She joked as she pushed her self back up, then had to steady her self as she had a momentary dizzy spell "Thanks Vera." she said, then, one mischievous grin later kissed 'him' on the lips "Just, thanks for having my back much as you have." she said then made her way over to her mother.

Aria, fidgeted for a moment, trying to think on what to say, then just shook her head, and decided 'semi coherent ramble' was better then nothing "Hello, I'm glad to see your ok, when Vidarr said the Serpent was free I got worried." Aria pause a moment, biting her lower lip a little "When this is all over, and assuming I survive, I'd like to sit down and have a talk with you. If that's alright."

 

[hiei82]

Aria seemed to be back to her old self. She laughed, commented on Texas, and pushed herself to her feet. Vera felt good about himself; he hoped it worked out with Freya. Suddenly, he hoped everything worked out. After so many brushes with death and a conversation he'd never expected to have, Vera decided to resolve herself.

Looking around, it was clear even the gods knew pain and suffering. It was clear he'd been wrong all this time. "I'm done." he thought. "No more hate. I can't very well tell Aria to make peace with her mom and ignore my dad. When this is over..." he thought, letting the solution hang for the moment.

"Thanks Vera" Aria said, drawing him back from his thoughts. He smiled. "Any tim-" he started to say before he felt a pair of lips press against his own. They were soft and a little wet and entirely unexpected. A moment later they broke off. "Just, thanks for having my back much as you have." she said, mischievous grin on her face.

Vera didn't know what to say. All he could feel was his head; like the rest of his body had turned to wind. He breifly wondered if this was actually the case. What do you even say to that? What was the proper response? Was there even a proper response? Were there words? Was he supposed to do something? Too many thoughts pumped through his head for him to come up with anything good to say. Only two ideas popped to mind. Given the situation, there wasn't time to think so he did both. "Minx" he said in a half smile, than, placing his hand behind hers, he pulled her back in and returned the favor, albeit much more gruffly.

Then, he did what he needed to do and what she needed him to do; he let her go. She needed to speak with her mother and he needed to translate books. There was a war to fight which needed to take precedence. Besides; war was easier. He watched as she made her way across the room before breathing deeply and turning his attention to the books.

It took all of thirty seconds before he could start to feel his body again. In this time he came to one realization. "Gods damn it! How am I supposed to focus on books after that?!"

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Ten Minutes Later:

It took some time before Vera had calmed enough to force herself to focus on a boring book; and even then, it was interspersed with questioning if that had really just happened. Still, he worked his way through the passage, one glyph at a time.

Fortunately, the more he translate, the more intriguing it got. While he couldn't quite get the full focus he'd had before, it managed to dra him in with more and more hints at secrets to come. Yet, with each answer, the book raised a dozen more questions of greater importance which it refused to answer.

In the end, the book held no more details of significance, save one intriguing fact and possible solution to the endless questions. The answer wasn't so much in the book, but in the title. "The Memories of Thoth" According to the book, all that was recorded was taken from the mind of the great god Thoth himself. If the book didn't have the answers, maybe the source would.

Writing down the translation, Vera made his way back to Prometheus. "What do you make of this?" he said, pointing at the passages about Thoth. "Think he can provide the answers we need?"

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Steven calmed down a bit when the spear was ripped away from the wall. He took the offered hand and followed the others into the building. Still, he was on the edge of a panic, gripping the shotgun, constantly looking around. The amount of blood and death all around him wasn't helping matters.

"Wha...t is this place?" Steven managed to spit out.

 

[IFS]

Nicole took a few moments to take in everything inside the building, injured people, gods most likely, lay about in places and Thor (at least she assumed it was Thor given the hammer) spoke of them making attacks and being attacked by some other group. Dio most likely, are we that close to his base of operations now? She wondered at what they would do next, attack Dio at his base? Who knew how many gods he had there, but they might not have a choice.

She glanced around at the others, catching a glimpse of Vera and Aria talking, then kissing. She was surprised by this but it wasn't any of her business, she was fairly certain Vera had told her in the past that her preferences varied somewhat by form though, so she couldn't help but wonder how her friend would feel when she changed back. She shrugged and looked around for the others, Andrew was offering to help as a doctor, too tired to use his powers from what he said.

"I don't have any training as a doctor, but if there's anything I can do to help let me know," she said, then turned to Andrew "I can give you a bit of a boost if you think it'd let you use your powers, not sure how much it would help though."

She hoped they would at least get a chance to rest before they tried any new plan, they were all too exhausted as it was. Also should give them the gifts I bought, but now isn't a good time for that.

 

[DarkRawen]

"I can give you a bit of a boost if you think it'd let you use your powers, not sure how much it would help though."

Andrew looked at Nicole, surprised. He was about to decline, say that it wouldn't really do much good, when he realized how tired he really was.

Right. I didn't even sleep during the ride.

He had forgotten it, or more likely, outright ignored it. Now that he started thinking of it, however, he felt the effects, it was a wonder he could even stand at this point.

I have been pushing my limits a lot during this trip.

So had probably the others. However, right now he had to have something to run on. "It won't help much with my powers," he said. "However, I'm... kind of exhausted, so a boost just so that I can keep going would be nice." He examined her a little, trying to read her expression. Was there any kind of intention behind being helpful?

I don't think so.

Hesitant at first, but kind of happy she'd asked him, his expression softened into a smile. He then added; "Thank you."

Really.

After all, at least someone was paying attention to him. Perhaps... just perhaps, she didn't completely dislike him. Did that mean he wasn't completely alone?

I don't know.

Either way, he shouldn't draw conclusions. It might very well just be that he was the most able there when it came to helping others. Heck, that most likely was why.

She's probably tired too, though, and at least she wants to help others.

And, even if her intention was not aimed at Andrew as a person at all, at least it had made him feel better.

 

[Green Shoes]

Thor

Thor looked down at Andrew and frowned. With an exasperated sigh, he turned and sat himself down in a chair, placing one large hand over an apple.

"I'm not in charge of the wounded. Speak to those two."

He pointed over to Freya and the old man, apple in hand. Taking a bite, he raised his eyebrows at Steven. Thor was exhausted, and wasn't relishing the string of questions. The clang of an anvil was heard from outside; behind the shed, and the roar of bellows soon followed.

"This is Van; the resting place of the World Eater. It was a prison town for a while. Now there's only us. And the Mad God."

Munching loudly on the apple, he looked Steven up and down. Another clang of the anvil made Thor almost cock his head, studying the fellow.

"You a relation of the Smithy? He's outside if you want to say hello. Or goodbye."

Twisting back to Prail, he grimaced. A few of the other patrons had turned their head to her, eyes fixed, hands ready at their weapons. They all carried a look of forlorn hatred; bitter memories boiled to the surface. Thor finished his apple and crushed the core into the table, until it was nothing but juice.

"A long time ago, when Odin took his throne. Same time as Zeus. Only one of them actually cares about holding it..."

The God failed to finish his sentence, standing upright and pointing his Hammer at a man surrounded by several drinks. His shock of black hair and clean-shaven face marked him apart from the Northern denizens, though he was not the only outsider. The man was dressed in a heavy leather jacket and dark jeans.

"Ares! We're on patrol. Come on."

The man clapped his hands and jumped to his feet, hoisting up a large spear and strapping a sword to his back. Grinning wildly, he excitedly followed Thor out the door and into the daylight, as more wounded were brought in from the back.

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Prometheus

The Titans eyes widened as Thor spoke of the Smithy. It had been a long time since he had laid eyes on Hephaestus; Vulcan, whatever he was calling himself. Unsure of Steven's relationship with his father, Prometheus shrunk away from Steven, happy to deal with more important things. The fact he was on a frontline made him nervous; nothing good came from war, and rarely did anyone leave for the better.

Turning to Vera, he motioned at the translations, mentioning Thoth. The Titan looked off, trying to remember anything about the mysterious, missing God. Swallowing, Prometheus spoke slowly, careful to choose his words. The truth was of a delicate nature, and he wanted to be sure he told Vera only things he knew for sure.

"Well, if anyone knew anything, it would be Thoth. The God has libraries full of nearly all knowledge that abounds. I don't know if those libraries are literal or figurative...though. If it's the latter we may have a problem. Nobody has laid eyes on Thoth for millenia. Last I heard he holed himself up somewhere. Bastard probably knew..."

Clapping Vera on the shoulder, he smiled. Prometheus was past the point of caring about kisses between two people, and was simply glad to have some new information. All they had to do was survive.

"Good work. Maybe with that kind of thinking you can work out where he is. Later. You should rest up."

Turning to address his whole group, he spoke generally. The Titan already knew where they would be heading soon; perhaps everyone did, and nobody wished to address it. There was also the small point he had neglected to mention. They were going alone.

"You all need to rest. Eat. Gather whatever you need."

He then moved to a table of two people; one a slender, dark-skinned man with a peculiar Elephant necklace; the other, a tall, bald Japanese man, whose shadow was adorned with long, feathered wings. Prometheus began to question them about the recent events, speaking in a low but casual tone.

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Freya

The Goddess turned her head as she pressed a damp, blooded cloth into a wounded woman's side. The cloth smelled strangely of fresh herbs, and Freya's fingertips glowed slightly as the woman cried out, wooden bite-stick in mouth. The wounded was long and pale skinned, with scars criss-crossing her from head-to-toe. Her hair had been cut short into a warriors wolf-tail, and her eyes were pale and near-empty.

The old man with the iron stick came over and pressed a piece of fruit into her mouth, past the bite-stick, as he pressed Freya's hand harder into the wound, reprimanding her.

"Don't mess about! Be hard and unforgiving; otherwise people die."

He turned quickly to point his cane at Nicole, singling her out. He almost yelled, his voice scratchy and low.

"If you want to help, fetch me Haoma! He's laying rest to those too far gone to be worth carrying."

He glared at her and pointed out the door. Freya tutted and pushed harder, the woman screaming, though the fruit glowing slightly as she swallowed, filling her body with soft, warm light. She collapsed into sleep, and Freya stood up, looking at her daughter. Her eyes were hard but loving; she touched her cheek with her hand.

"It's good to see you too. The head of the Serpent is far from here, for now. So I'm still in one piece."

Smiling, she quickly rushed to another wounded, screaming out in pain. Quickly rebinding a searing burn on his chest, she poured water over it, the water steaming before it even touched him. Again, the man with the iron cane laid him to rest, pulling out the last of the fruit before producing another from within his rags.

Turning back to Aria, she dropped the hard edge and pulled her in for an embrace. Hugging her, she patted her hair and spoke.

"Whatever you want to tell me, it should wait. The Titan is right, you need your rest. Have you eaten? You're filthy...and hurt! Here."

She reached over and wrenched a hunk out of the mans fruit, receiving a quick cane to the hand for it. Glaring at the man, she offered it to Aria, her hand rather red from the blow.

 

[IFS]

"Thank you."

Nicole nodded and unfolded her wings invisibly behind her, placing a small blessing on Andrew and then letting the wings fade away. Hopefully it was enough to help him keep going, she was rather tired herself so she didn't want to use too much of her strength.

"If you want to help, fetch me Haoma! He's laying rest to those too far gone to be worth carrying."

Haoma? who is that? She nodded though, she would just have to find the god that was attending to the dead or nearly dead. Have they really lost that many gods? I suppose a number of the losses are their servants, valkyries or something, but even so...

She turned back to Andrew "I better go then, you should try and get a token from one of the gods here, remind the others to do the same," she said, she hesitated then reached into her bag pulling out the CD's she had bought for him "Before I forget, I got you these as a gift, I remembered you saying you like classical music so I figured I'd get you some, though I dunno when you'll get a chance to listen to them..."

She handed him the stack of CDs, picked up the bag, and turned to head out in search of a god she didn't know anything about.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria was visibly relieve when Freya said the Serpent was gone for the time being, Dio would be bad enough with out having to worry about the giant snake, and watched as Freya tended to several wounded, wondering what else she could say when her mother turned and pulled Aria into the kinda hug she hadn't felt in years and Aria returned her mothers embrace, not noticing she'd started to cry a little.

"Whatever you want to tell me, it should wait. The Titan is right, you need your rest. Have you eaten? You're filthy...and hurt! Here." Freya said during and after the hug reaching for and pulling a chunk of the healing fruit she, and who she assumed was Odin where using to heal people, 'Odin' in turn whacking Freya on the hand, and earning a glare not just from Freya, but Aria as well. "Thank you." Aria said as she took the bit of fruit and ate it. "I know, but, I had to come say something" Aria said, the cut on her neck starting to heal up, and more importantly, that 'ill' feeling she'd been fighting faded from her. "Wow ... doesn't take much of that to fix some one up does it." Her original train of thought interrupted by just how well that little bit of fruit had worked.

"I'll go get a meal and rest in a minute, I ... I just really needed to see you is all." Aria said as she hugged her mother again "There's much I want to ask you" Aria forcing her self to let go so Freya could get back to work, "But I've taken enough of your time, there people that are still hurt, and I need to get ready for the battle with Dio" Aria said, clearly forcing her self to go. "Is there another god or goddess of magic around? I would like to see about widening my skill set a little before the battle. I mean I'd like to learn from you, but your needed here." Figuring this question would warrant an answer from one of them as it could help with the success of the up coming battle, though the temptation was to great."Also ... If it's not to much to ask, whats my real name? Or did I not have one yet before the 'thing' happened?"

 

[DarkRawen]

Nicole gave him a quick boost, and he felt a lot better, although certainly not juiced up enough to use his powers. Then, finally, Thor replied, sounding more than a little sour, sighing as if Andrew had asked him about the obvious.

"I'm not in charge of the wounded. Speak to those two."

"Fair enough," Andrew replied, feeling slightly annoyed. He was about to approach the two when the old man addressed Nicole, and Nicole alone, telling her to go get some god with a strange name.

If he heard her, he clearly heard me asking Thor if there was anything I could do, right?

Was he being ignored on purpose? How should he react? Go ask?

If they don't want my help, I don't really have a reason to force them to take it.

However, more wounded were arriving, and he had a hard moment thinking. Shouldn't he clearly be helping these people? Had the old man assumed he would just act and help the first person he saw? This was different from being in an actual hospital, there wasn't as much injury, and as little order, as this situation had. If he was requested, someone would call his name or motion towards him, or something, anything, giving him enough of a direction to act.

If I had just been alone, I'd know to just start with the person who seems to be dying the fastest, and figure out what to do one person at a time.

But they probably didn't care for him to do anything here. Andrew knew he was an excellent doctor, and that he was more than able to help out, but they probably underestimated him, thought of him as nothing but just another clueless mortal. Should he really interfere if they were just going to tell him to leave either way?

Nothing, then? I do nothing?

However, before he decided something, Nicole gave him a boost, and spoke again.

"I better go then, you should try and get a token from one of the gods here, remind the others to do the same,"

He nodded, although his mind was a little absent. Andrew didn't know if she had the right idea -was pledging themselves to either side really what they should do- but he'd think about it at least. Right now, however, wasn't the right time, no one seemed eager to give out a token. Not to mention, if the tokens were that important... wasn't better to not let anyone know they didn't have any? As he thought about it, Nicole handed him something, a couple of CDs. classical music, actually. His preferred genre. Surprised, he looked at her.

"Before I forget, I got you these as a gift, I remembered you saying you like classical music so I figured I'd get you some, though I dunno when you'll get a chance to listen to them..."

"Oh." He felt a lot lighter, all of a sudden, as if something heavy had been removed from his mind. Together with the boost, it made him... well. Better. "Thank you," he heard himself saying, without thinking or hesitating. His tone was more earnest than before, and refreshingly friendly. He really was thankful, a gift was... well, a gift. Proof of that someone cared enough to take the time to pick something out for you.

"Thank you so much." Part of him felt as if he'd pull her in for a hug if she hadn't had to leave, but Andrew just pocketed the CDs into his leather jacket, carefully, making sure they were placed so that it didn't hinder his ability to move. He then, feeling less hesitant, looked around again at the wounded people.

I don't doubt they do need my help, even if they don't admit it.

Besides, he couldn't really rest now, with the boost Nicole had given him. As he removed the leather jacket -wouldn't do much good to treat people wearing that- and put it somewhere it wouldn't be in the way, he heard Prometheus tell them that they should rest.

Yes, there's that too. Fighting again, right? Perhaps actually fighting Dio this time.

At least, if the mad god really was here, like Thor had said. However, Andrew had already made up his mind, with more than a little help from Nicole. He'd do the resting when he wasn't running on her's boost anymore. Heading over to where food could be found, he grabbed some, eating it in far less time than was recommended. Andrew then located the bandages and such, grabbing what he needed before getting to work, speaking to the old man as he did.

"If I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm sorry. However, unless you've got clear directions to give, I'm just going to help whoever I can," Andrew said, sounding as confident as he could. Perhaps he was trespassing, doing things that messed up their plans, but unless they had planned for all these people to get wounded, that was rather unlikely. Besides, he was feeling that much more confident, a different kind of confidence as his usual one, but definitely not a bad one.