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I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone [OPEN/INCOMPLETE]

Jan 27, 2011 21:32

Characters: Zeus and the complex
Date/Time: Right here, right now.
Location: Outside Cronus' door
Rating: tbc
Warnings: Violence
Summary: It's time for Operation Die, Cronus, Die to get underway

( Oh, I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping )

meleager, melpomene, cerberus, zelos, makaria, helenus, zeus, jason, achilles, pallas, atalanta, melinoe

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THE FRONTLINE oheyzeus January 27 2011, 21:33:32 UTC

The frontline consisted of Ares, Atalanta, Bia, Meleager and Pallas. There was only a door between them and Cronus. It was time to make the most of their muscle and their anger. They were divine, or had divine blood; they were to make it count. Make Cronus and his Titaness allies regret giving them even a vestige of their former power.

[ooc: have at it, folks]

Re: THE FRONTLINE thebesttitan January 27 2011, 23:31:13 UTC

Pallas smirked as he walked up to the door. He wasn't usually all that into fighting his relative, but he was getting a bit sick of all the shit Cronus was pulling. Which is why he had no issue with kicking his way into the apartment.

Re: THE FRONTLINE 3shinyobjects January 28 2011, 01:10:27 UTC

She was not divine. Some blood of Zeus from several generations ago maybe, but in the end she was Atalanta. Huntress given a prey. The Office in question was an ugly place, made Atalanta think more of monster caves than any modern living spaces, and there was Cronus right at his desk. The expression he made as they entered would make her grin for years to come.

Re: THE FRONTLINE brandedprince January 28 2011, 01:51:45 UTC

Meleager was right behind Atalanta. Ladies first, even in battle. He had her back through this. There was a fire in his eyes that had not been present since his death. He had missed this. The hunt was on.

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THE ESCAPE ROUTE oheyzeus January 27 2011, 21:34:16 UTC

Lead by Apollo and Artemis, this group guarded the fire exit. Cerberus, ever the guard dog, was to use his keen scent to remain alert for any alternate routes Cronus might take. The mortal warriors - Achilles, Patroclus, Jason, Neoptolemus, Helenus and Telemachus now had the chance to prove their worth. They were joined (again, at a safe distance) by Makaria and Phonos who were to be ready to mop up any casualties (who deserved safe passage to the Hereafter).

[ooc: use this thread to get your warrior orgy on, my dears]

Re: THE ESCAPE ROUTE threeheadeddog January 27 2011, 23:33:12 UTC

Cerberus settled himself down at the foot of the fire escape. He was comfortable and warm in his jacket and he could smell so many delicious things. The issue now was just to discern Cronus's smell from everything else.

Maybe he could chew on Cronus a bit once master was done.

MORTAL WARRIORS GO. not_my_heel January 27 2011, 23:48:54 UTC

Achilles was ready to KICK SOME ASS. No, really, the warrior was quite ready to reclaim some of his former glory, especially after the indignity of tolerating so many insults over the computer. It was appalling. "God-like" Achilles had been too merciful towards these unfortunates; now, at least, he could channel his rage into fulfilling the will of Zeus. He was refusing to make himself either a leader or follower; he would fight as he saw fit. As they waited, he stood protectively near Patroclus, and once in a while glowered in annoyance and disgust at Helenus. He had an oath to destroy that man, but that could wait until later. For now, they were allies in this strange war against the Father of the king of all gods.

Re: MORTAL WARRIORS GO. sonofaeson January 28 2011, 00:02:49 UTC

Jason was, admittedly, a bit late. He had meant to be on time, but work had distracted him (for once) and now he had to walk up behind the other men and make sure to place himself between Helenus and Achilles so that they didn't get distracted by fighting each other. This ended up giving him the advantage of being able to goose Patroclus as he walked over. One must always take the chance to grope when it was presented.

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AT THE STAIRWELL! BECAUSE WE'RE BADASS! meli_mollifies January 28 2011, 05:47:19 UTC

She shifted a bit nervously, hands shoved in her jeans pockets as she waited with dear Hypnos as the masses gathered to do what they must. While Meli had seen the best and the worst of the world beyond this mortal plane, she was never one to revel in the acts that accompanied the crossing. Some went peacefully and just needed gentle appeasing. Others went horrifically into that long night and shared their nightmarish plight with her, begging her to help them.

Biting her lip, she wondered briefly if Cronus would stalk her after this was over. She'd never sleep again, though being next to Hypnos seemed to make it all the more appealing.

And she waited.

Re: AT THE STAIRWELL! Because Tragedy just HAD to be a part of this! inspiredvoice January 28 2011, 06:19:58 UTC

Mel had taken the stars, because though she did like the shake the tree of order a lot, she did respect what was going down and a dinging elevator could startled people. And while she was okay with people shooting each other, she'd rather not have to explain to her sisters that she'd gotten their father accidentally stabbed or something because she didn't want to take the stairs.

She leaned over the railing, and tapped Melinoe on her dark head. "Hey, nothing's gone down yet has it?" She kept her voice low, again for the same reasons as above.

Re: AT THE STAIRWELL! hopefully not causing everyone to fall asleep on their feet! justfivemore January 28 2011, 08:09:39 UTC

Trying, Hypnos was trying so very hard to not fidget and fuss with the buttons on his shirt - visible nerves often made others nervous, he knew, and he was to be concentrating on the matter at hand but it was hard. It was an understatement to say he was not made for this, not used to this, that he didn't want to be here right at this point in time. Back to the wall (that was a defensive measure, wasn't it?), his gaze was moving lethargically between Melinoe and the doorway before them as mentally dipped fingers into the small well of power in his mind. He would have to keep it off the combatants, and that would be the hard part. Sleep was a temptation that human minds opened up to far too easily.

When Melpomene spoke, he could not help but jerk in surprise as he glanced up to make sure it wasn't someone who would kill him (it was possible!). "You gave me a fright," he murmured, mostly to himself and edging closer to the ladies. Numbers, there was strength in numbers.

Re: AT THE STAIRWELL! We're having our own party here! inspiredvoice January 28 2011, 15:52:26 UTC

She grinned automatically when Hypnos jumped. "Ease down, tiger. You're going to give yourself an anxiety attack."

She had to wonder why no one had been stationed with these two that could fight. The odds of Cronus breaking through the line were long, but still it could happen. And though they were useful for the clean up, they could also be collateral damage if things went south.

But that was neither here nor there now, seeing as how Mel had invited herself to this particular party. She might not have been a frontliner but she was a good brawler.

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BRIDGING THE GAP (like a boss) seepassion January 28 2011, 23:52:16 UTC

Zelos lounged.

No. Really. Like full-on - shoulders against the wall next to the doorway, spine arched like one of those overfed house-cats on those Fancy Feast commercials, sloe-eyed and gleefully euphoric, practically boneless - lounging. All he needed was a plastic chair and one of those neon-colored, fruity drinks with the tiny umbrellas.

It was like his own personal dome - only, you know, less pot and more fucking vengeful people who wanted to punch other people (Well, okay, person. But whose counting?) in the face. The fucking air tasted like Pixie-Stix. Seriously. It was afuckingmazing. And since the Bossman hadn't tasked him with his own punching in the face duties, so it was all in the giving off the sort of juju that made the air tense and strained and stretched out. The sort of persistent, inescapable energy that made your fingers itchy and your skull pound and fizzed frustration straight up your spine.

And, shit, the feedback loop was fucking fantastic.

oheyzeus January 29 2011, 10:22:41 UTC

Zeus smiled at Zelos. There was something slightly manic in his eyes. He was enjoying himself and he understood well enough that Zelos was contributing.

Once the door had been opened (with surprising ease - Zeus wondered if he had just knocked, would it had have the same effect) and the other gifted inhabitants of the complex had entered, Zeus walked in and stood in front of Cronus at his desk.

"Hello, Daddy," he said, looking down at his father. "The residents' association would like to air a few grievances."