When you're fast enough to go anywhere in the world almost instantaneously -- and a few more places beyond -- "patience" loses its meaning after the first few hundred years. Mercer's tried anyway; over a week ago, he shut the door behind Prometheus, on that sun-scorched land,

(if you change your mind, you know what you have to do)then opened his ( Read more... )

Also known as: Phoenix + Concrit = OTP.

I play these guys. If you're familiar with any of their canons, please tell me if you think I'm doing anything wrong with them in terms of characterization, voice, the consistency thereof, or, y'know, anything else -- even if you think it's something tiny, nitpicky, and not worth bringing up ( Read more... )

( How (Some of) Mercer's Powers Work )

There's a stretch of beach along the Mediterranean Sea darkened to shadowy blues and purples by nightfall. Above, a few stars are beginning to peek into view. Below, the sand's still warm from the daylight ( Read more... )

It's dark here. Dank. The indistinct, amorphous blobs of shadow all around her swoop up to form a cavern, rock walls slick with cold. Pebbles crunch under her feet ( Read more... )

There are temples to Mercer in every major American city ( Read more... )