Weyland is intimately familiar with strange and mysterious portals to other places, of course. He has one in his bedroom, and a smaller one that he carries with him, both leading to his forge. He has seen doors under the sea, in his grandmother's kingdom; doors into mountains and to the center of the earth; doors to the underworld and to the ( Read more... )

Some people would go to a breeder.

Some gods would go to some mythical beast and attempt to steal one of her children.

In Heph's case, he's decided to make himself a pet. That would be why the animal-less black tail is twitching and moving as he adjusts some of the workings.

He's not opposed to being bothered.

In a booth, there is a god. Also in the booth, sitting on the table before him, is an orange.

He keeps staring at it.

And staring at it.

And staring at it ( Read more... )

[OOM: Artemis' priestesses aren't exactly known for being the most pleasant women in the world, but under the right circumstances, they can lend a hand, even to men.

And after a long walk and a long boat ride, Wells finally does what he should've done in the first place.]

The door opens on fire and shadow. The man who steps through is still ( Read more... )

You might wonder why he's here ( Read more... )

Yrael is lounging on his favorite couch, a thick, leather-bound book open on his lap. He's not even half paying attention to it, however, as he draws a long sequence of Charter Marks into the air before him. Each burns with bright fire for a moment before fading to hang unseen in the air, which grows thick with the concentrated magic of the spell ( Read more... )

There's a boy with an abnormally large head lurking sitting in a booth. He hasn't been seen lately, mostly due to his mun not braining him being preoccupied with thwarting Zim ( Read more... )

[OOM: Everybody has their own ways of coping when someone's broken their heart. Zuko's involves heavy exertion and exhausting himself.He came back this morning; a flash of magic and he was here with a duffel bag and some crates, which were hauled upstairs, where he vanished for a good part of the day ( Read more... )

There is a sign up on one of the tables near the doorway, and another near the stairs upstairs. Both say:
Now Hiring
Blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metal-workers, technicians, engineers for assistance on various projects in out-of-bar location. Excellent salary (based on experience), health benefits available (just ask), and bonuses ( Read more... )

Dang, but it's hot in Chicago today. Sticky, too-bright, overcast, no wind.

A fine day for getting dirty.

Prometheus saunters in, leather jacket and all despite the above. His jeans are a little mud-spattered, but pay no mind. He's not.

Anyway, if it's good enough for the water buffalo, it's good enough for a Titan -- ain't that right?

10:43 ( Read more... )