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What... an amazing ride it was from start to finish. And now I'm more excited than ever to continue with the RP...

...I just need a few minutes to sit here and think for a bit.

Henry Robinson was feeling grouchy. This wasn't an especially uncommon occurrence these days, but it was extra-unpleasant on the heels of what had been a pretty fun camp-out in the Miss Cam Courtyard. A few Sprout Posies had all gotten together, so there had been lots of kids around, including some that Henry didn't see at all otherwise, like the two Illian-Sims girls. Of their family, he liked Tanfin better—Tanfin was older, and he was cool, albeit maybe a little bit too cool for Henry—but he'd aged out a couple years ago. Jasmine, however, was his age, and Bella was just a year younger. Henry wasn't a huge fan of Bella, because she'd had a tendency to glomp him when they were younger, and he hadn't forgiven her yet. As for Jasmine, sometimes she was fun, but other times she was just... Henry didn't know. You couldn't say someone was a girl like it was a bad thing. But, he thought very quietly to himself, she was, though.

And here he was, stuck with the two of them, the last ones to get picked up this morning. They were annoyed that Tanfin was late, and Henry was grouchy because he'd stayed up late and he was tired and Sprouts was stupid anyway, and Bella kept trying to cheer him up, and Jasmine was ignoring him when he really wanted to talk to her instead, and he just didn't want to be here anymore.

It wasn't fair. Somehow, he'd thought turning eleven back in February would solve all his problems, but it hadn't. He'd thought he would feel older; he'd thought people would treat him differently; he'd thought he would at least be a bit taller. Bella had gotten taller than he was, and so what if she was half elf, it was still insult added to injury. And he'd still had to wait some more until he could go to Hogwarts (HFA, really, but close enough), the thing he most looked forward to in the whole entire multiverse, and even now it was still thirty whole days off. And why was he still waiting here when Ilraen was supposed to come get him and hang out with him the rest of the day until Mom was done with work? Sometimes he wished the time would hurry up and go already.

In the midst of glaring down at the ground and poking a fresh hole in it with a stick, he heard Bella say something. He looked up to tell her again to leave him alone, but stopped short with his mouth hanging open.

There was a woman in black standing there. A veil covered her face, but Henry knew she was looking at him, somehow. Her eyes were so blue...

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(( Jasmine and Bella appear with permission from hS. Couldn't resist running with the Sprouts setup. ^_^

(( Henry, for anyone who doesn't know, is the Mpreg child of Harry Potter by Severus Snape, and he rather looks it. He has a long face and a tendency to look like he's scowling when he's really just thoughtful. He's begun growing his hair out, because he got the Potter "perpetually messy" curse and he figures being able to tie it back will help, and also cool people have long hair.

(( And he's about to become the avatar of the Ellimist, which may or may not mean turning blue...? {= D

(( ~Neshomeh is not normally awake this early, but since she happens to be up at the moment, figured she'd get this in while there's still time! ))

... but there were still a respectable number of seats filled, by those who had seen the poster, or heard about it on HQ's highly efficient grapevine. About half of those present didn't even know what a Yavanna was (much to the disgust of the other half, who believed Tolkien trivia was the only knowledge worth having). None of them knew what to expect.

A door opened onto the Auditorium floor, and a hundred or so heads craned to see. A figure stepped out, and it was...

... a boy, maybe in his early teens, wearing a green coat far too long for him. On his head sat a crown of sorts, of branching, unpolished wood, and - even for those close enough to see the emerald glow in his eyes, or to feel the harvest-warm aura that seemed to surround him - he looked faintly ridiculous.

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You may heckle if you choose. :) The performance will be up tomorrow.

hS

I hope you have a lot of fun with Kord - Big Burly Stormlord with a Heart of Gold sounds like excellent writing fodder.

And hey, you're reading it! It's an odd story at times, but, well... there's nine volumes, and I bought them all. /After/ I'd already read them.

"It's all going to be okay."

hS

I've deliberately kept the pictures sketchy, both for time reasons and to let people make their own interpretations.

I drew Lucian short, but you're absolutely free to change that. Treat my art as an artist's conception. :) (Kitty!Lucian is 'she', for the record; the god's gender has no effect. The canon has Inanna, the Queen of Heaven, who is exclusively 'he'.)

I like the 'lies and lightning' power set. If this were a Big Dramatic Event (which it ain't), it would be fun to set her against Kord the Storm Lord, and the Raven Queen, goddess of secrets.

hS

"You are of the Pantheon."

Darkness flooded in around Alleb, but it carried with it no fear. It whispered to her as she fell, as she rose, teaching her its secrets in languages she would never understand.

"You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be brilliant.

"Within two years, you will be dead."

She heard the messenger's words, but paid them little heed. The dark had her now, wrapping itself around her like a cloak.

"You are the Raven of the Shadows," the messenger said, and the dark whispered back. "The Queen of Secrets. Of mysteries. Of memories. All that is lost comes to you in time."

A single beat, of sable wings as wide as the night, and Alleb was gone.

Ananke looked into the darkness and smiled. A single ebon feather fluttered to the ground, and all was still.

"Welcome back, Raven Queen," the veiled woman said to the empty shrine. "I've missed you."

As if the Raven Queen would stick around for a hug. ^_~

In my mind (and you're free to keep or discard any of this), she's carrying a full raven-head mask/helmet under her other arm (which I didn't put on her because then you couldn't tell who she was before!). I also imagine that if you go to one of her concerts, you never actually see her. You know she's there, but...

Also: I would dearly love El-Ahrairah to get the wrong end of the stick and think she's the Raven King, the forefather of English Magic. She doesn't seem like the sort to explain his mistake, either. ^_^

(And, hey! Alleb! It's great to see you again. Hope you have fun with this, she seems like a great goddess to play with.)

hS

After a moment of staring at Ananke—like rediscovering an old friend after a very long time—Kord embraced her, carefully. He felt like if he hugged too tightly, she might snap in half.

Not just her. Anyone, really. Lightning and battle were in his blood before, but this felt...

Wrong, a little voice in his head whispered.

But so, so right. He was Kord—and he was complete in that knowledge.

He took a half-step back from Ananke. "Will I be able to see you again?" he asked as lightning crackled in his hair. "Only, I really need to let my friends know..."

Her eyes gleamed, and she nodded. "You'll be seeing me again very soon, I'm sure," she said. "Until we meet again, child."

Kord cast a glance over his shoulder at her as he left; she stood there, watching.

He turned back to face the front and broke first into a grin, then a run, feeling more powerful than he'd ever been.

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So hS, I want you to know that I am now currently halfway through TW+TD and I'm living for it—thank you for turning my attention to this series!

(And if anyone wants to run into Zeb Kord in the corridors, be my guest. :)

Bored. Again.

This happened, from time to time - whatever had caught his fancy suddenly lost its luster, and Apecian, now having nothing to fix his attention on, was left very, very, very bored. But he wasn't one to sulk about it - well, he tried not to be, anyways. So he was here, in the Courtyard, idly looking for someone who wouldn't mind doing something with him.

You wouldn't think you'd be able to find a tangle of trees as thick as the one he was currently walking through in this sort of place, but, well, HQ had a way of twisting itself up and throwing impossibilities at you that you just sort of had to get used to. Not that landscapes weren't completely insane in actual worlds half the time, anyways.

As he picked his way over a snarl of roots, he saw a woman, dressed in black. He broke into a grin and started walking towards her - yes, a person! - then paused when he saw the veil over her face. That was one of those mourning veils, wasn't it? Should he back off for a while, give her some space...? But, no - she wasn't crying, or anything, and was actually walking towards him. He nodded to himself, and started towards her again.

"Hey there," he called, once she was within earshot. "Do I know you?" Didn't hurt to ask, what with how some people went through faces around here.

Apecian was pretty sure she smiled at that, but those eyes - those eyes - made it even harder to tell than it would have been otherwise.

"Yes," she said.

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Alright, so let's go! First, the easy part - descriptions! Apecian is a lightly-built guy, just shy of six feet, and has dark, slightly curly hair that he would keep short if it ever bothered to grow that much. His eyes have slit pupils, and it's rare to catch him without at least a bit of a smile on his face. For a (hopefully) usable image reference, allow me to pull his from his page and put it here.

... Goodness gracious that's back from when everyone was using Rinmaru wow I need to write something Soon yeesh.

Anyways - as for who he'll be taking the role of? I'm going with Exalted's Gaia. She's not the Greek Earth Mother, I'm pretty sure she's just called Gaia because whenever you have a character with earth-ish powers and anything resembling a maternal bent. It's not the maternal aspect I'm focusing on here, though - Exalted's Gaia is effectively the concept of Growth itself. She is - for a very oversimplified description which mightn't be wholly accurate since I may or may not be speedrunning rulebooks (2E, if you're curious) as a refresher to make sure I get in on time and most of them are very light on details about her - the idea of a thing being able to become more than it is. I'm pretty sure, anyways. She does have powers over the natural world of Creation, but those may or may not apply here since those powers come from it being her literal body, in the same way as the other Primordials have control over their bodies (though theirs are a lot weirder).

Assuming this is an acceptable submission, for his godly form, whatever he's wearing might be best if it looks... complete, but incomplete. Like there's something more yet to be added. Or maybe just like he hasn't quite grown into it yet. And now that I think about it, it probably ought to have some draconic elements added in, and fire, water, and air influences. And also probably ought to have some... actually, honestly, I'm not entirely sure what aesthetic Exalted is going for. ... Or if that's too much, which it could be and which is perfectly understandable, a more classic earth deity aesthetic with minimalistic senses would work. By which I mean chop off as much as feels amusing, because what's the point of fancy clothes if you're just going to literally burst out of them in a minute or three anyways?

I highly recommend Celeste, having beaten the main story lately. On top of the rather moving story and nice soundtrack, the game is hard in a very rewarding way - even if you're dying a bunch, it feels like you're learning something and getting somewhere (and you usually have a good sense of what went wrong). In the rare cases it's being too hard, taking a break or hitting up YouTube for a spoiler on potential routs will generally do it.

Stellaris is, well, Stellaris. It's Civ but more so - in space. You make your empire great through expansion, peace, and diplomacy ... or just trying to kill anyone around you who won't put up too much of a fight, your call. It's very much got the "just a bit more" gameplay loop Civ is famous for, and, unlike most Paradox games, you have a time to get your footing before you have to learn how wars work.

zippity zappity jacques cheeks go clappity

=]

...or at least, she had every intention of being busy. As she padded through the halls of headquarters, she mentally catalogued the possibilities for today. She needed to train, she needed to spend more time in a human disguise, she needed to find some trinkets or tradeable things so she could start saving up, but all those thoughts seemed to be slipping out of her mind. She simply kept padding along the concrit floors, a vague stew of regret bubbling in her thoughts. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "There's no time to think about them, alright? I just need to go," she told herself. "What's done is done. Leave the dead behind." She decided she'd go to the holodeck, get some training done. She'd do a thousand other useful things that day, too, just to make a point to herself. But as she took her first step and started to find something to not-focus on, her eyes snapped towards an old woman, a woman that surely hadn't been there before. She slunk close to the floor, having decided that she did not trust whoever this might be. Despite the Calico's attempts to evade the woman, Ananke looked at her, and the Calico saw. She felt a wound open in her side as she began to fall.

((So, The Ambitious Calico is, fortunately, a calico. Slightly smaller than you might expect of a housecat, but other than that she looks as you'd expect a calico to look. Her eyes are a typical feline yellow. She occasionally wears a belt/skirt covered in pouches/bags, but just as often doesn't. I've given her Stone, from her home canon of Fallen London... if you need help with Stone, please let me know, Fallen London is extremely stingy with its lore. Stone is a mountain known as the Mountain of Light in the South of the Neath, and is generally connected to themes of sacrifice, healing, life, and kindness, for the curious. Apologies for the odd lorebits.))

El-Ahrairah turned his head this way and that, mostly for show. His children were so far away in this place - already, they were vanishing back to wherever Ananke had pulled them from - and he was so, so far from the light of Frith, source and proof of his power. His heart ached from both these pains. He had missed being in the mortal world, if indeed it was, but oh, he had not missed this.

And here was Ananke, her arms spread wide. The air in this place was conditioned - he could feel it thrumming with artificial movement, hear the whirring faraway fans and devices that kept it moving and cool - and yet there was an inexplicable chill about this new realm. It had been so, so long. He was out of practice. His body was different, too, the feet feeling too small but the legs vast and densely muscled. His forepaw was a hand, and he knew it, and knew what it did. His hand held a weapon, and he knew it, and he knew what it did. And yet, he did not act upon it. There was a strangeness about this. His eyes were placed wrong, his blind spots moved from the centre to the sides, but that was simply how these bodies worked. And he knew it. Why? How? What else did he just know, because of how he had returned?

His feet were covered, yes, but the floor beneath him - Generic Surface under tiled linoleum for ease of cleaning in a medical science environment what in d*mnation did any of that mean - still vibrated, and he could sense those vibrations through his boots and through his body and into his mind. The familiar wheeling fireworks of cleverness and ideas and trickery overthrew him for a moment but he remembered that he was the future Earl Wymbourne and there were Expectations of Propriety to be met. And there were. Weren't there?

"My lady Ananke," he said, and he bowed low without knowing entirely why. "Long have we been parted. Too long."

"Such a pleasure it is to meet a child with manners," Ananke replied.

El-Ahrairah straightened, and met her eyes. They sparkled with a smile, so he thought. And smiles were different to bared teeth. "As they say, manners maketh man. I must take my leave, however. This form, this world, this place... I must reacquaint myself with them all. And thus, I bid you good day."

Before Ananke could respond, the god was gone.

And he was running

The First Rabbit easily kept up with him despite the speed at which he ran and the terrain against which he was arrayed. And arrayed against it he was. Every door and box and inventively-foul-mouthed vending machine could harbour danger to him and to his children, and though they numbered beyond counting and were protected by his gifts each loss hurt him still. He recalled well kind old Frith's fateful words. "All the world shall be your enemy." He didn't quite realize he'd said it aloud, and in English, until after the fact. The throats of these forms were incredible! The noises they could make! He laughed as he ran, and ran faster from the joy of it, and scooped up the First Rabbit with his free hand and tucked him under his arm and snapped his fingers and

THOOM

El-Ahrairah rocketed down the blurring network of corridors, bouncing freely from the walls and doors and ceilings and guardrails without the slightest semblance of a care in the world. He wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't looking for anything. He was just running, his divine power manifesting as sheer joyous speed, beneath the grey Generic Surface sky lost somewhere beneath a black untouchable one whose stars still searched for Lord Frith. It felt incredible, it felt free, it was power beyond imagination and beyond reproach, it was-

He stopped dead.

Then he took off in the opposite direction, mumbling something incomprehensible about Lanchester's squares.

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It had been a late luncheon, and Algernon, 7th Earl Wymbourne, was - per his wont - asleep in his chair. He was the sort of man who roused from his slumber precisely when he meant to, and prior to that time could not be woken by anything short of a bomb going off. This wasn't as much of a problem as it might appear at first glance; he was a quiet sleeper, much to the delight of his partner, currently stripping down a complicated-looking weapon whose innards glowed with baleful green plasma.

Said plasma promptly discharged itself through the opposite wall when the door slammed open.

Lola spun around in her chair, not least because HQ's doors didn't slam like that. Not unless it was dramatically appropriate, anyway. The bunny boy in the doorway certainly looked appropriately dramatic, and the rabbit under his arm looked faintly traumatized, but there was something oddly familiar about him that she couldn't quite place. The mode of dress? No, White Rabbit expies looked like that all the time... though they didn't normally carry an actual rabbit with them.

"Listen, cob," she said, reaching for her sidearm with the arm her chair obscured, "I don't know who you think you are, but in polite society we knock-"

At this dramatically appropriate point, Algie woke up. "Hm. Hmwha? Ah. I find it most pleasing that you consider yourself an authority on society and politeness, Commander. Perhaps we have been rubbing off on each other." He got up from his chair, and yawned, and stretched.

And then he turned around.

"My boy... my son..."

His voice was whisper-quiet and desperate.

"Whatever have they done to you..."

"I think," said El-Ahrairah, "we may have something of a problem."

She looks adorably grumpy, like "I had an entire empire, but you made me abandon it? Fool. You shall regret that."

Yes, you did Lucian justice. It describes him pretty well, at least to me. After all, he did overthrow several empires/tyrants (Destroyer of worlds and I guess could be savior as well? Maybe?) and Dark Lord's Homecoming spoilers

Quick query: Did her height change? If so, that's fine. If not, that's also fine. And if it's up to me, her height changes. It's a win-win-win scenario.

Her eyes are blue now. Gotta keep up with Lucian's blue theme.

Edit: Did a quick reread of the first four chapters. So, Lucian (and now Kitty, for right now) has access to The Power (yes, with caps) which basically, along with his/her Aspect (Evil, duh) allows him/her to:

Summon Portals (ringed with blue (assumed harmless) fire)

Have invisible defensive shields

Heal self/others (Although why Lucian would do that, other than for his/her own gain, is beyond me.)

Summon a lighting ball of sorts, which can be thrown down the hallway

Summon meteors and crack the ground, although this takes a lot out of Lucian

Lie a lot and have people believe said lies (Lucian is often called "Master of Lies" so this is based more off of assumption than anything else.)

Conceal self and others

That's all I found.

(The mix he/she pronouns are because Kitty is female and Lucian is male.)

(Multiple edits for clearer reading and adding "others" to concealment.)

Maryanne didn't know how it got in there, but it was very interesting to watch - it looked sort-of like a crane, only it was black and had a weird frill around the base of its neck with a white-orange-red gradient. It didn't seem to care about its surroundings or the small number of kids staring at it.

A small sprite highly reminiscent of a peacock shifted in unease from where she was tucked against the crook of Maryanne's neck. "I don't trust that thing," Pommi said softly, a mild quiver in her voice.

"I didn't know peacocks were territorial." Maryanne snickered, though her tone was light and clearly in jest.

Pommi groaned, probably rubbing her face in exasperation. "We're not having this conversation again. I'm not literally a peacock and that bird should not be trusted."

"It's just a bird." Maryanne waved off Pommi's concerns. "Not like it can do anything-"

The bird opened its beak and the split-second that took was all the warning they got before the air filled with the overwhelming sound of a beast. Maryanne stumbled backwards and tripped over a chair, her startled cry lost in the cacophony of children screaming and crying and that damn bird.

The ruffling sound of wings hitting air abruptly approached and something scraped against Maryanne's forehead, yanking at her bangs and then it was gone, the pain fading to a dull ache. Maryanne didn't even need to touch her hair to know that her hair clip was gone, Pommi was gone.

She didn't remember stumbling to her feet or charging out of the Nursery in chase of the bird. Afterward, all she could remember of the chase was light glinting off of the ornate hair clip sticking out of the thing's beak.

Maryanne stumbled to a halt somewhere in the Generic Halls of HQ, leaning against the wall for support as she caught her breath. There wasn't time before to really feel anything, but now that she was forced to stop there was nothing to hold back her fear and panic because Pommi was gone.

There was a clink of something metal falling to the ground. As Maryanne looked around for the source, something caught her eye and her body lurched forward before she could think. Only when she felt the smooth metal of her Miraculous clenched tight in both hands did she become aware of the fact that she was ungracefully sprawled over the floor in her haste, at the feet of the demon in bird form that'd stolen Pommi in the first place.

Maryanne didn't have the energy to do much other than glare. This did not seem to concern the bird.

As her breathing quieted, a soft tapping of steps could be heard. An old woman in mourning clothes appeared, and with that appearance the bird was gone.

They locked eyes. Maryanne blinked, and then everything was different.

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Maryanne is taking up the mantle of Lady Kee'ra, a protector/warrior figure known for using a dagger. Maryanne herself is almost a carbon-copy of Marinette, though switch out the pigtails for a side ponytail and the white shirt with a solid red one.

Lady Kee'ra's design, as are the designs of her weapons, is based off of the warbaa'd (the bird that stole Pommi's Miraculous, in fact). She's cloaked in a sacred battle robe, and on the forehead of her mask is the Khura'inese character for death, a mark of resolve to fight to the end. Also! There's an in-universe TV show inspired by the legend of Lady Kee'ra, called The Plumed Punisher and it's a very good condensation/modernization(?) of Lady Kee'ra's design (the green shape is a magatama, a common item of spiritual power in Khura'inism).

And I'm stopping myself there. Let's say the the wiki pages alone were not up to my standards of fixation detail.

Not that I care what debauchery the children partake in, so long as they restrain themselves to-

But I have much to do, and no inclination to speak of Pantheon matters to mortals. You will learn who they are soon enough.

[Sweeps out]

(hS, Zeb looks flipping fantastic! And I'm howling at shirtless!Kord!Zeb—somehow, I get the sense Jacques is going to enjoy this one, very much... :P)

Becoming a god is a perfectly good reason to hop to it and go at it like, well, a rabbit, but no, you had to be all concerned about decency. It's such a waste of bunny innuendo opportunities, like jokes about Agamemnon getting some tail.

(( - Tomash ))

A tempest whirled around Zeb, and at its heart crackled the lightning eyes of the old woman. "You are of the Pantheon," the thunder said, crushing Zeb with its weight. "You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be," a bolt of lightning sundered the sky, "brilliant. Within two years, you will be dead."

"You are the Stormlord," the storm said, and now Zeb was in the eye, and the lightning reached out for him. "The master of battles. Swordbreaker. Cloudbreaker. God of the brave and the strong."

Lightning struck, and Zeb seized it in iron-clad fist. Its power coruscated through him, barely contained as he stood once more before the old woman.

"We meet again, Kord," she said, static dancing across her veil as she closed the gap. "I've missed you."

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I think you can assume he most definitely has a PokeKord form as well. Kord seems to be one of those infinitely-interpreted gods, so I've gone for a bit of everything; that's a lightning gauntlet of some kind on his right hand.

And yes, he is shirtless. Kord is muscly. Storm gods usually are.

hS

PS: YESSSSSSS. "Isn't Zeb the right age, one way or another?" was one of the questions in my mind when planning this. I am so glad he was.

Alleb did not often have time to herself, but when she did, she went to the shrine.

She wasn’t sure when she had first discovered the shrine: it had been sometime during the early days, when electric lights had blinded her and the sight of red eyes--human, electronic, vampiric, alien--had sent her hand straight to her sword. The shrine had blended in almost perfectly with all the other wonders of this strange new world. Almost. It had stuck in her mind just enough that, when the dust had settled and she had re-established some manner of order in her life, she had remembered it. Had sought it out. It had taken days of searching the hills of New Caledonia to find it again. Like most of HQ, it seemed to run when pursued directly. She’d had to hunt out of the corner of her eye, immerse herself in the transient beauty of the grass and the flowers, distract herself just enough to only barely notice when it appeared in the periphery of her sight.

There. Hidden among the rocks in a little valley, shrouded by trees: a small half-collapsed monument of white stone.

She had it now, and she was able to turn and face it directly without the sight shrinking away. It was a small circular building, the roof domed and topped with a little spire. It was a room without walls, not meant for shelter, made of white stone and partially covered in dead ivy. The trees seemed to open up for her as she approached, their fallen leaves whispering away from her blue cloak. She was a splash of color in this place. The surrounding rocks were all in greys, the sparse plants either brown or faded sage, the monument itself a blank white. Wind whistled through the boulders and she shivered pleasantly, pulling her cloak tighter at the chill.

She walked up the three shallow steps and entered the monument. Stillness settled on her as a second cloak. Her eyes closed to slits, glinting blue briefly, and she took in a breath. She let her hands fall out of her cloak, palms outward, open.

This was a place of certainties, she thought. A place that knew what it was and what it would be and what would happen to it. A place that contained all the loneliness and all the peace of a graveyard and a sanctuary.

There was a sound behind her, a scrape on the stones, incongruous with the peace. Alleb spun, shocked. No one, nothing, had ever found her here. She had thought it was impossible.

A woman stood just outside the monument, one foot on the top step. She was dressed in widow’s weeds, black as night, black as a raven’s wing. She stepped up, her face wreathed in dark lace that completely obscured her.

“Pardon, lady,” Alleb said, bowing. “If you have respects to pay, I will leave.” She straightened and took only a single step towards the woman before a gloved hand barred her way. Startled, she looked back up at the woman, and through the lace their eyes met.

Alleb dropped to one knee, not daring to take her eyes away. “A messenger,” she breathed, “an angel.”

The blue of the woman’s eyes flashed and glowed, and Alleb’s own brown eyes flashed blue to meet them, and she could feel herself rising--becoming--ascending.

To death, maybe, she thought. Or to some greater adventure, some task which required more of her than she had to give. She closed her eyes as she felt herself transform and knew--a certainty--that it would be a great task indeed.

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What's this, an Alleb? Egads!

For those of you confused by my sudden appearance: I was pretty active in the PPC about three or four years ago, but I don't think I've posted on the Board for about that long. I've been lurking since quarantine started but never found the right time to fully pop back in on the Board--until now! Thank you for putting this on, hS; I love the concept! Also, uh, how are you? And all the other lovely Boarders? It has been a while!

Oh, yes, RP stuff: Agent Alleb has become the Raven Queen! I debated a bit on what to choose, but the white shrine appeared in my mind and I Needed it so here we are. Alleb looks like this, and it'd be real cool if she could have like, a raven wing cloak or something. I dunno, I leave the design particulars to your discretion, hS! Maybe some kind of mask/crown? The Raven Queen is rather mysterious.

Also, a note on the eye color stuff: Alleb has brown eyes, but a trait of her people (Glimpses) is that their eyes will "glint" certain colors based on their loyalties. Alleb's glint blue.

Anyone, thanks again hS; I'm looking forward to the divine hijinks!

-Alleb

I'm assuming all this is taking place over at least a few hours, if not days, so Ananke has time to talk. She's not exactly chatty, but she'll talk to the gods, and explain what's going on.

Her canon personality (at least as relevant to this) is: every ninety years, twelve gods are incarnated as young people... by Ananke. She's been doing this for six thousand years. She's seen everything the children can throw at her, and is generally unconcerned by most of it. Her only big rule is 'don't use your powers on mortals' (except the performing, obviously). For our purposes she'll actually be a bit more lax about that (because 'your characters are gods, but don't do anything with it' is really boring).

She talks like... oh, a Victorian nanny, pretty much.

But El-Ahrairah can also ignore her and run off! It's never really explained how much the gods have to be told and how much they Just Know, so you can assume he's at least gotten the preamble ("Every ninety years" etc) as an infodump. He knows who he is; he can feel what he can do; if he wants to leave, she's not gonna stop him.

"Anansi"... er, y'know, that's actually a really interesting point. Hmm. >_>

hS

I wanna snuggle him and feed him a carrot and his ears look so soft I just want to rub them aaaaaaa-

Ahem.

So, couple of things. First, thank you for the art and the kind words, I really appreciate them both. Second, I'm not sure what to do now? Should I have El-Ahrairah interact more with Ananke? Should I have him hop off to his dad and ask what happened? Should I make him have an existential crisis about his Suvian heritage manifesting and turning him into a cute lil bunny boi OC with a Cute Animal Friend? What's the correct path here? Or rather, what's the one best suited to canon-friendly interactions with Ananke?

(also has anyone in canon noticed that the reason ananke is spelled like that is because classical greek and latin don't have soft c sounds and thus nobody would notice if they spelled it that way that it's really, really similar to anansi?)

Finally: English magic is based upon asking nicely and diplomatically invoking the bonds of fealty and obeisance between the spirits of the world and the Raven King. This doesn't really change based on who is doing the asking. What does change is the fact that as a god, even a god of small animals, El-Ahrairah might have the ability to form and enforce his own new bonds and thus make new spells possible. Even if they only apply to rabbits. it's a really interesting thought. I'll have to think about what to do with that...

But yeah, thank you so much for letting me take part in this. I look forward to putting together an in-character response in a bit. =]

Sure, Elanor's birthday wasn't until November, and he was absolutely risking her finding the child-sized tool kit he'd enlisted Alex's help to find, but it would be worth it to see the smile on her face.

...Even if that smile would likely be a mischievous one after he would find her in the middle of unwrapping it the next day. Oh well; he never missed the chance to spoil the Time Tot, since her own mother certainly couldn't.

He rounded a corner and paused when he saw the old woman standing in the middle of the corridor, her face covered by a veil. Zeb had watched far too many horror movies with the Aviator—usually through his fingers, or with his face hidden behind his paws—to not instantly be put on high alert by her presence. Still, she seemed a little lost, so he took a half-step backwards, hugging the clumsily-wrapped present a little more tightly to his chest.

"Um... excuse me?" he called, and he got the horrible feeling the woman was smiling at him. "Are you okay?"

And then the smell of ozone filled the air.

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Looks like Zeb's been tapped to become Kord! God of storms and lord of battle—a perfect fit for an Electric Pokémon, ne? :P (And yes, he's in his human form at the moment, which looks like this.)

The Canon has at least three or four underworld gods, and the 1920s pantheon literally had two sun gods ("Nice sunset... was that one of yours or one of his?").

hS

It makes sense, and admittedly, I was figuring this would be the case, but I thought I might as well ask just to be safe. And, since a few ideas have occurred - repeats are probably not the best, but what about gods who are similar on certain surface levels, but have concepts that are different? E.G., Yavanna is a Deity of the Earth - would a Deity of Growth, whose domain encompasses anything that conceivably defined as 'growing', this being anything from literally becoming bigger to character development, be viable?

Either way it looks like you're getting time-powers, so it comes down to 'wings or robes'. :)

... why was the Ellimist a Force Ghost in the TV show? Huh. '90s TV is weird.

hS