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 ( Read more... )

Ruina stopped mid-conversation with her mother and turned around, looking toward the Egyptian Quarter.

"Daddy..?"

Turning back swiftly to her mother, she looked up fearfully. "..D...Did you ... Did you feel that? We must go!"

She grabbed Tis' hand, tighter than she should have, perhaps, and immediately appeared in Nephthys' temple.

When she ( Read more... )

The thing about Nephthys, Goddess of Death, was that she really wasn't quite as frightening as everyone imagined, upon first hearing her Egyptian assignment. Her duties were that of a comforter, councellor, and guide, much more than a harbinger. While it was true that sometimes the sheer mass of dead around her domain was rather daunting, for the ( Read more... )

With every deluded expectation did War vivaciously re-emanate from Aphrodite's Temple into the shadow incubating hallway directly before his Temple's bedchamber. There, it was forecasted that a slumbering, sassy Egyptian would await him. Those anticipations would be so bestially torn to shreds once he entered...

He acknowledged Strife’s presence ( Read more... )

Hand in hand with her daddy, she hurried back toward Isis' temple. Her demeanor was completely changed, as was Seth's, from the norm. They both looked...........serious.

And that was scary in and of itself.

They stopped at the steps. Ruina thought it best that her father call Isis, this time...

She whispers, "Do you think she'll help us with

Runia happily skipped toward the Egyptian quarter, shouting her Aunt's name at the top of her lungs... shouting all forms of her Aunt's name....

By the time she actually reached Isis' temple, everyone around knew that Ruina was coming to call...

"Aunty! Are you home? Come out!"

Isis felt odd lately, not at all her usual self ever since Nephthys had seen fit to yell at her and Seth for no real discernable reason. Normal thoughts, once catagorically structured and organized, now flitted through her head with little rhyme or reason. She's also developed a newfound enjoyment of the Surgery Channel, which made little sense ( Read more... )

Nephthys had been pacing back and forth across the floor of her temple, deep in thought. For all that, she couldn't figure out what to do about Seth. What to do, what to do ( Read more... )

She was silent as she appeared in the courtyard, leaning against a pillar off to the side, watching the strange pair... The Spinner and the Chaos Lord. She was surprisingly calm, as she watched them... the power emanating from the pair was so very contrary to her own... mostly, at any rate. This, above all times, wasn't the moment to deny any ( Read more... )

Flidais left her house intent on going straight to see Isis, then after that she'd stop and pay her husband a visit to give him her verdict. She headed toward the Egyptian section and as she walked she felt the energy around her go stronger but it seemed to have leveled out to some extent. She paused for a moment outside of Isis' temple, taking ( Read more... )