Wisdom Cries Out

So this is your multi-purpose 'Comments/Crit' and 'Got Plot?' post. Have any suggestions/problems/praise with how I play Athena? Comments are screened and anonymous commenting has been enabled. Have a brilliant plot idea (or one of crack) and I'm not around? Post here!

And because one paragraph seems way too short for a post of this nature:
"If you do not understand a man, you cannot crush him. And if you do understand him, very probably you will not."
-G.K. Chesterton

( Thread List )

Spring. The time for new beginnings.

( Private to Horror )

( Private to Media )

( Private to Zeus )

[All Messages Delivered Verbatim Via Iris. If anyone chooses to respond, Iris has agreed to return messages.]

( Hera )

( Hades )

( Nike )

( Triton, Caerus )

( All Olympians sans Ares )

( Phone call to College )

[Delivered via Iris to Zelus, Nike, and Kratos]
A remiges feather from Athena's signature owl, the shaft still stained with blood indicating that the flight feather had been plucked. The blood is Athena's.

There is no message given with the present, no note. But when they take hold of the feather, for a moment they will feel a whisper of her divine presence. They will feel her grief and anger, the horrible sense of loss. They will feel her deep, unshakable trust in them, and her pride. A blink later and the feelings will lift, leaving the feather quite ordinary save that it bears the blood of a goddess who is very rarely wounded.
[/delivery]

[Written in her leather bound journal]
I am certain that he is one. The question is - whose. I should know before I take further steps.
[/journal]

It has been some time since I purchased a house for private use. I do not feel like an apartment at this time, however. I want to live on a mountain again. The landscape here has them in spades.

( Private to Hades )

( Private to Media )

( Private to Zeus )

( Close friends and family )

...I believe I have discovered something remarkable.

Barring other complications, I may remain here quite a bit longer.

I am enjoying this coast. It has been several years since I have been quite this far west. Some of the colors here, the mountains by the ocean... they have a certain familiarity to them. It is just harsh and large enough to make the differences stark, and yet there is a comfort to it, a tantalizing feel to it as well.

Media, unless you are interested in accompanying me, I believe I will temporarily take my leave from your hospitality. There are a few naval bases here, and I feel like taking a tour.

When with Media the question is not 'which' party shall you attend, but 'how many.'

It has been some time since I have allowed myself to so make merry, but even after so long time does not cease to have meaning. There are friendships, family, alliances and enemies, opportunities made and lost -- the people of earth continue to change and stretch the bonds of their potential. I remember the cost of Icarus when he fell, and now they challenge the sky, the depths, the space beyond Gaia and into the heavenlies.

I wonder which parts of themselves they will accept over the next few years... and which parts they will attempt to overcome. This marvelous ease of communication -- not even I could have foreseen the magnitude of its effects. There is so much talking, now.

I hope that more remember how to listen.

To my friends and family of my heart -- I wish you a new year of triumph and prosperity.

It does not cease to amaze, how easily one becomes accustomed to certain modern marvels. Several days without the internet, luxuriating in the company of a good friend while being massaged, immersed, buffed and reclining under heat lamps -- and now that I have access again, it's like slipping into a well-worn saddle.

This most recent holiday is not one which I commemorate, but I am grateful for those gifts and well-wishes that I received. For those to whom it is dear, I hope it was a joyous occasion.

The coming of another new year -- what's in a number? Yet the count continues.

( Private )

( Nike )

( Written in ancient Greek in a small private journal )

[Private to Zeus]

Father, I'm sure that you recognize this as the opportunity it is. Take this task to hand personally, show that you are still strong, still our lord and king. Silence their lingering doubts once and for all. Bring a swift and sure resolution.

If my aid is necessary, I will always render it, but imagine the statement coming from this should the act come from you.


[Private to Triton]
I am sorry.

If there was any other way, I would --

I am sure that all is not what it seems.

Has there been any other news?

How interesting that the season seems to be promoting a different kind of family togetherness. It feels as if all sorts of my nieces and nephews have decided to make themselves at home in Manhattan. Has anyone thought to actually test the water?

Although with Caerus in the city, it may be more easily explained.

All the same, welcome.

Days this wet and gray are enough to tempt even the goddess of industry to stay abed. I had the vague impression of a pleasant dream, which is rare enough. I scarcely remember them. It made me want to chase it down.

I think it is a good day to use my blooming tea, and have a little something to brighten up work.

Honestly, it's almost enough to make one wish for another drop bear.

Nike, are you still in town?

( Message to Zeus Via Iris )

So it is the old bait and switch? Dangerous games to play with immortals, but interesting to watch.

( Private to Iris )

( Anonymously delivered to Michael the Archangel )

There was a change in the wind today. I think the beginnings of the change of the season are upon us. Perhaps a move is in order? I have never cared for the cold.

Would the owner of a slightly ill used carnivorous koala bear care to claim it? Or am I going to have to go looking for you?

( Private to Media )

( Private to Enola )

( Private to Iris )

( Private to Horror )

Private to Iris
Iris, a moment of your time, please.
[/Private]

At times it is hard to believe the freedom encapsulated in two small days.

A most interesting and informative weekend. Thank you, Father.


[Private to Morpheus]
I am ready when you are.

[Private to Nuclear Power]
Enola, how do you feel about sailing?

[Private to Media]
Are you going to be attending Death's little gathering?

[Private to Pestilence]
Pestilence, I feel like it has been a long time since we've spoken. It's your season, as I understand, and you must be busy - but I trust that you are also well?

There is thunder in the air tonight. Poor weather for traveling, but we arrived without incident.

The last time was shortly after the development of the neon light. Very little has changed, save for the proliferation of those lights and the credit card slot in the slot machines at the airport.

The accommodations are more than generous. The streets smell of money and human desperation. An interesting town, this 'city of lights.'

[Locked to Triton]
I hope you are well. I thought of you often tonight, though that is not unusual. I hope you are enjoying your stay?
[/Locked]

[Private]
He still hasn't told me what he wants with me here. I hope... but I hardly know what to think.

I will bear whatever comes. But I can not help but wonder... why the change? And what does it signify?
[/Private]