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 Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 3:13 pm
It was strange, losing control of yourself, watching from within as someone else spoke through your mouth and touched with your hands. It hadn't been too bad at first, Isambard had not been able to maintain control for long, though now as he grew stronger Ifan found himself as the one on the inside looking out.
Isambard walked with Ifan's feet across the grass of the Pantheon gardens. It was a fairly nice day though he did not take the time to appreciate the beautiful flowers or the lush leafy foliage. After much enquiring he had found out that there were few deities that could grant him a space of his own within the Pantheon. He was not sure where he would find an authority figure but the communal buildings seemed like a good place to start, maybe he could find someone to point him in the correct direction.
He walked up to the main building with purpose. It was magnificent, he could appreciate that more than most, the design, simple yet effective, clearly not constructed by the hands of mortals. For a moment he paused just inside the columnned entrance and admired it through Ifan's eyes.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 4:50 pm
For his own part in the charade called immortality, such as he was returned to it, Aristogeiton found that doing something was better than the crushing ennui of doing nothing. So he stood on the orator's walk in the wing of the main complex. Simple, taken-for-granted things were hard to come by in different areas, even on the recovering Pantheon world. He'd had some of the devotees to the Eldest show their piety by nosing-to-grindstone and making paper and grinding pigment for ink.
And yet he found the need hardly justified, standing with a few sheaves rolled as a scroll, trying to quantify and list what had really changed since the abdication to the council. The sound of footsteps were a glad diversion to angering the exercise- the stone floors echoed like little else. Looking over he could easily make out the silhouette of a person between some of the Columns.
"Rock, paper or scissors?" He spoke over to them, the echoes of the oratory carrying it without needing to shout.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 6:52 am
Rock, paper or scissors?
The spoken words appeared to come out of nowhere. Were they directed at him? Isambard moved from the colonade to the vast open hall beyond, a man stood there, papers in his arms, there did not appear to be anyone else. It was a strange kind of question, was he asking if he had any, wanted any or which he would prefer?
Ifan's lanky form moved down the steps.
it's a game, rock blunts scissors, paper covers rock, scissors cut paper.
To the god of Industry it did not seem much of a choice.
"Scissors?" He ventured, a niggling feeling that he might have known this man once, or known of him.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:26 am
The distinct twinge in the answering, the power of it that sent a thrill along his spine meant one thing and one thing only- this was one of the reborn."Incorrect. You would be a rock, from the look of you. Or rather, the look of your host." "There's Rocks that walk here, scissor immortals with their sharp jealousies and sharp endings, and paper...the mortal souls so easily crumpled or rewritten. They who irony deems demand the birth or death of the very gods they love and hate." "So. Which rock are you?" Aristogeiton turned enough to rest his scrolls aside on the bannister, fully facing the god on the regular flooring of the open main hall.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:56 am
Isambard raised one of the eyebrows that were not entirely his as he was told that he was incorrect. He wasn't entirely sure about the analogy either, was this another bitter host? There was certainly something about him.
Either way he was not the kind of deity to get into a pointless battle of words.
"I am Isambard, god of Industry, who are you?" He looked at the papers in the man's arms.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:28 pm
"The Leash of Destruction, the Reins of the End. I am Aristogeiton, balance of the triumvirate for the lesser seeds from greater fathers of the gods. Industry? Well, I guess we could all use a little more of that, which everything well ******** beyond plain repairing. Engineers move with metal and rope what cannot be done with plain flesh and bone. Where walk they now except the fallen lands of the Underworld ." "But then, the Collegium of knowledge, to teach anew is as well fallen. " "What brings you to the great Pantheon." The way he said it made it sound like the precise opposite.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:59 pm
He talks like one of those boring plays we had to study in school.Aristogeiton, yes, that name rang a bell. Consort to the twin crown, so very important indeed. He could not remember much beyond the man's station and name. <********, yes, but it can be salvaged, what can't be rebuilt can be replaced. The mortals are industrious and eager." the great Pantheon, yes he caught the irony in the man's tone. "In general, it seems like as good a place as any to set up a base of operations. On this particular occasion, I am looking for one of the few with the power to grant me some space." He looked around once again at the large space they stood in.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:14 pm
"Nothing unusual, then." "The reestablishment of another apartments, home from home in the very court of the Council. Looking to curry favour in the dance? There isn't much of one, I'm afraid. " "But look no further. While my lover renews self, and Creation sits in 'state' as he chooses, I am yet gifted with token of enough power for that. Mortal hands to direct the fashioning of what Is. " Aris carefully unwound the black thong from his neck that bound the famous pendant there. "Room for Growth a and space for ire, hearken Creation within the spires. Aspect of Industry stands before, restore to him a proper door." The gem within the pendant flashed, deep light setting life running in pulses along all the veins of fire in the deeps of the opal. Aristogeiton's features grew in pallor, features hollowing a bit. The air felt crackled with power. "You will find your door in the halls above. Coke, wrought iron, steam and gears- marks of the revolutions you start that lead to greater and worse things. These will show you to the shaping space that will answer your will for how it is to Become. Your apartments."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:41 pm
"The council? I have heard little about them. Though I cannot say i am too surprised."
From Shakespeare to a Pantomime spell, Ifan watched the ritual with amusement. If only the lines of good and bad were as clear as in those festive productions. He watched the man grow pale at the use of power and wondered if in reality, he was just as trapped.Isambard too listened and watched with interest, he felt the power of Creation from the pendant, the mana. Aristogeiton's words made him smile,
"Thank you. And perhaps that's what this place is lacking, a little revolution."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 6:28 pm
" A little or a lot, that's what it is set for if machinations keep on in this droll way, I assure you. Stagnation breeds a cage from columns." "But don't let me alarm you. By all means, you have a things to arrange and power to reclaim."
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 11:41 am
Isambard gave a nod of agreement. There would be no stagnation from him, he could barely sit still for a moment, though he was learning to, the mortal body that caged him had limits.
"I do." He had to remember he was still a fragment of a mortal. "And you?" He nodded to the parchment. "What are your plans for progress, I can offer my services if you need them."
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 2:46 pm
Aris' eyes narrowed, considering the godling hard for what seemed a long count of moments before offering an answer, "First tell me where your loyalties lie. " "You see, in the games of the gods, the right words spoken the wrong time often end up in the wrong ears and ruin the basket. I didn't get where I was the first time by being stupid and as much as I owe my current life to the worker bees, I don't plan on being one of them or on letting them get in my way." "So. Who and what do you follow? What drives the helm of your lifeboat?"
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 3:14 pm
Niether Ifan nor Isambard had really understood the meaning of the phrase deafening silence before that moment. It lasted a long time and Isambard wondered if he had said something wrong. When Aristogeiton finally spoke Industry could not help the look of confusion that spread across his host's features. Loyalties? He didn't even know if there was somewhere to place them.
"Myself." he replied simply. "I follow no one, other than my own instincts. I haven't met a fellow deity with a worthy cause to align myself with." He'd only met a couple of them. Isambard studied Aristogeiton himself for a moment. "Progress drives me, I hate watching people stand around scratching their arses and waiting for something to happen." He might not have any god-like power yet but he had the voice of his host, a soap box and willing ears.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 3:31 pm
Aris nodded slightly, listening. "Maybe the most dangerous loyalty of all. But one I like. One I can sympathize with, even if I can't trust it. " "The Council has done a fat load of nothing since the crown was divided and set as chunks in each of their hands. I want to change that." "I want to see the Council done away with. If they have no use for their voices in the rebuilding and reordering of the Pantheon, neutering the centralized power, then they are as unnecessary as most elected bodies." " I want the Twin Crown ruling again. " "And I get what I want."
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 3:56 pm
Dangerous, yes, but it had suited him for a long time ... well, to a point.
"Where is the Twin Crown? I've heard mutterings but nothing solid. Why can he not return and claim the throne back from them.?
An invisible, silent council is as good as done away with. The Pantheon is a ship lost at sea, to continue with a nautical comparison."
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