[Coyolxauhqui sounds like she's spitting something out. She coughs away from the communicator for a minute, then takes a deep breath.]

Rivers of blood. [Another cough.] Mountains that crash together. Wind that cuts like knives. Jaguars that devour the hearts of men. Dog-men and weary souls.

And Mictlantecuhtli.

[She pauses, almost like she's ( Read more... )

[Coatlicue knows she looks frightful, so has stayed in Coyolxauhqui's cabin for most of the flood. She's finally decided to make a brief appearance, and sits in front of the camera with legs crossed ( Read more... )

[Coyolxauhqui smiles. She's looking nice and chipper today. Why, she even gives a wave to the camera.]

My new guide has suggested that we play a game. I wish to play Ullamaliztli again. [A pause. Maybe she should translate that one.] The Ballgame. The sacred Ballgame of the Gods. I know some will remember this. There are two teams and one ball. ( Read more... )

There seem to be many divinities aboard now. None that I know. You seem so strange to me ( Read more... )

[Video: Good afternoon, Barge! There's one pissed-off Goddess staring at you all. She looks like she might have just spent the last hour or so trying to kill someone without success.]

Every time I leave him... [Camera pans and there's a brief glimpse of a sulking Time Lord.] Every time I walk away, I fall to the floor. I am pulled to the floor. ( Read more... )

I should be carrying the sun. I am a warrior. I am a fighter. I died a noble death. I have earned my place in the heavens ( Read more... )