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[harmonia_dotcom]

She listened to her brother, concentration split between his words and all the tumultuous emotions she was suffering through lately. It wasn't fair that she she was so angry, so annoyed.. it wasn't fair to him, it wasn'tfair to herself. But she couldn't help it really, could she? And it wasn't something she'd voice - she had an irrational fearthat

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[phobos_dot_com]

"Oh no he didn't," Phobos muttered, suddenly cold inside his skin, "That suppurating canker did not just pitch a fucking tantrum in the middle of the mortal world because he's got blue balls for his sister!"

He realized after a moment that he'd said it aloud, where Harmonia could hear, and started to turn with an apology. Then he sensed her distraction, and supposed she'd need no explanation.

"I'm gonna go play search and rescue for a few hours, Harm," he said, giving the dark eyed girl a nudge, "Want to help me fish for poor innocent mortals who deserve better than to be some jealous arsewipe's temper tantrum? We could make it a contest if you want."

[harmonia_dotcom]

She tilted her head, intrigued, and always interested in a contest

Name the rules and terms, big brother.

[phobos_dot_com]

He smiled, a tight, hard expression, though he knew she'd understand it wasn't directed at her. She knew his face better than anyone, after all.

"First, we back-step time just a little bit, and get started just before he lights it up on fire. Then... well, you just try and keep up with my numbers. Once we're out of people to save, we tally up. For every disparity of five, the loser owes the winner a meal. Payable at the winner's command." He looked at her, tucked a strand of hair out of her eyes as his expression thawed just a bit. "I know they're only mortals, but I care about them. I lived amoung them for centuries, after all. I don't like seeing them treated like worthless things. Will you help me, Sister?"

[harmonia_dotcom]

she listened and nodded, reaching up, placing one hand on either side of his cheeks, and pressing a tender kiss to the side of his mouth.

I'd do anything for you, 'Bos.

She smiled, and dissipated before he could see the hint of sadness her expression held. After all - the game was on - and neither of them was above cheating in little ways.

[harmonia_dotcom]

Harmonia had been bust working... there was no corporal evidence of her presense, but it was obvious they all knew she was there. Silently she worked, balancing fear with courage, offering it to those who seemed unable to move. Weariness was countered with energy, those that seemed resigned to thier fates were offered hope. She worked well with her brother - those he was inspiring with Panic were offered more, from those who only froze with the emotion. The talk of Nephthys surprised her - the implications that yet another person was cheating on her uncle for some reason surprised her. She kept that to herself, however, and "spoke" only when Moros mentioned shehad no place her, her "voice" flitting through the air to the trio of Gods on the shore

No place here, Moros? You've been tugging at me since this began - You craved Balance. Balance came. Did you miss me in the Underworld?

[moirae_dot_com]

Her name. Someone had said her name.

The Crone was annoyed.

She just didn't do on-site work. That was why people like Than and Nephythys and whoever else were about; so that she could sit in front of the loom with daytime television on in the background and make the decisions she needed to make impartially. (And also so that she could focus her ventures into the outside world on important things, like bingo, or, a more recent love of hers, video poker. Now that was the stuff... sitting at a machine in Atlantic City, smoking cigarettes and jangling her change cup. Ahhh

[isis_dot_com]

There will be no tea, there will be no biscuits....

And there will be no marking of anything by you on my river, Greek.

The last words were directed to Moros as she appeared about 20 yards away from the gathered greeks, feet in the waters of the Nile, Palms upwards as she faced the boat, paying little attention to whatever they chose to be arguing about now. Greeks were not her concern - Greek activity on her territory was. Face set in regal blankness, she watched as the barge slowly rose out of the water, cables reattaching, soft puffs of murky smoke breathed out of bodies as poison exited.

[sia_dot_com]

Sia was, to say the least, troubled by the events that spurred him to appear on the Nile at this moment