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Post by Nightmare on Mar 16, 2010 19:30:55 GMT -5
George looked down the string, and realized that if he followed it, there'd be no going back. He'd have no choice to follow it out to the end. But, could he turn away even now? No, no he couldn't. Something was happening, bigger than him, and he had to know what. So, he said, "Alright, I'll find him. And thank you, for choosing me." With that, he turned, and walked out the door, following the string as he did so.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 19, 2010 18:49:47 GMT -5
George follows the string out the door and down the street. The thread, invisible and ethereal, was visible only to him. Even as he found his way to his car and began following the string past the "now leaving Washington D.C. sign" heading west... Three grueling days of driving later, and George, following this thread of Fate after the errant wandering King of Ithaca, is in the thick of the Mojave Desert. The sun is boiling hot, the scrub and brush is light, and the trail finally ends at a broken down café, "Penelope's." Its a combo gas station and café, the kind of thing that might be the only survivor of a town built around a freeway that's long been passed over for more convenient roads. The string ends at a man, dressed in a black tanktop and khakis, drinking black coffee and filling out some bills… His eyes meet yours and you can immediately recognize his keen intellect and effortless charm. He smiles. “Afternoon. Take a seat. You want a coffee or something? You look like Hell.”
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Post by Nightmare on Mar 20, 2010 13:32:33 GMT -5
"I should, I think I just drove through it. I practically expected to get attacked by a 3 headed dog. Sure, I could use a drink." He said, sitting down. The mythology reference was intentional, he hoped Odysseus would notice it. He also scooped up the thread, and slipped it into his pocket. After his drink came, he took a drink, and almost as an after thought, he said, "You must be Odysseus."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 20, 2010 17:00:51 GMT -5
Unamused, Odysseus begins tapping his fingers nervously, then he cracks a smile, although those pearly whites underscore some defense mechanism, "I don't know who sent you. Athena, right? It was Athena. She liked me, she was my patron, we were on good terms up till the end. But," he laughs, then gets serious, "No. Sorry. Sorry you had to go all the way out here following..." he looks at your pocket, "...Arachne's thread? Arachne's.... clever, clever. I'm sure things are bad out there, even out here I can see things haven't exactly been getting better. But, no, sorry. I gave this all up. No more jobs, no more 'little favors.'"
"I spent a solid 20 years wandering the World, Overworld, and Terra Incognita, all because," he fumed, "all because I earned the wrath of Poseidon... Here kid, this one's free. The pantheons, all of them, are like any family, except all of them, all of them, are complete jerks. I'm sorry to trouble you, but, whatever Athena wants me to do, my answer's no. You can finish your drink, maybe grab a bite or something, but I need you to go."
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Post by Nightmare on Mar 21, 2010 16:21:33 GMT -5
He nods. "Yeah, it was Athena. And she offers her sincerest apologies, for what it's worth. She said, that she heard rumors the Titans were looking for you, either to kill or recruit you. So, here's the situation, as I know it. The Titans are looking to escape, but aren't powerful enough to do it. But, they can send out their army to weaken the Gods, thereby increasing their chances. And one way their doing that is by hunting down, and either recruiting or killing Scions. I hate to tell you this, but there is no way their just going to let you go. Your Odysseus, one of the most famous Greek heroes of all time. The will find you. And what then? Tell them your retired, that you don't care abou the war anymore? Do you really think they'll care? They'll kill you anyway. Or worse, bring you to their side." He took another drink, and continued, "You may want to stay out of this, but I don't think that's an option anymore. You may not like the Gods(after what they pulled, I don't blame you), but I have a sneaking suspicion you like the Titans even less. I hate to do this to you, but that's the situation as I see it."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 22, 2010 23:49:08 GMT -5
"She has something else in mind," the son of Ithaca says, rapidly putting things together, he rapidly appraises you, "She adopted you, right? And she sent you out here to find me and... Of course. How could I have... No. No, no, no. She. Wants me. You. Come on! She swore on...! And I'm not supposed to..." He smiles, and starts laughing, "I suppose I'm not directly involved in the war, even if I'm training some punk kid... No, offense intended, I'm sure you're quite capable."
Motorcycles rev as six men getting off of them. Five of them look like the kind of twitchy meth-heads you could pick up out of any dive, but the sixth one is a massive, burly, muscular mountain of a man. As he removes his motorcycle helmet, you see he has only one eye socket, and one massive eye, but only you and Odysseus seem to react to it (him quite viscerally.)
"Damn, we're in a tight spot," Odysseus mumbles, then looking to George, "Okay, kid, you look military, so you know a Field Exercise when you see one. What do we do?"
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Post by Nightmare on Mar 23, 2010 12:15:46 GMT -5
"He looks friendly. Old friend of yours?" George asked, looking at the group, eyes narrowed. 6 against 2. Bad odds. Straight up violence would end badly for everyone. So, then, he would have to be more... subtle. "First things first. Let's disappear. You got a place we can hide in for a moment? Quickly, preffebly. I work better when someone's not trying to rip my head off."
OOC: For the record, how big are the windows? Like if we headed for a back room, could they see us?
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 24, 2010 16:33:43 GMT -5
"The back," Odysseus nods, heading you past the chef and the busboys and into the cooking area. The windows in the front are quite large and the odds are, if one of them was looking in just the right spot they might have seen you before entering the diner. There's a small windowless office that has the small placard "manager." He gets you in and shuts the door, locking it.
"That bought us maybe...90 seconds, if we're lucky."
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Post by Nightmare on Mar 28, 2010 14:59:32 GMT -5
"And if we're unlucky? On second thought, don't answer that." George said, and drew his pistol. The small room would take away most of the advantages of his opponents. Larger numbers mean nothing if you can't outflank your enemy, and when confined, big groups just got in each others way. Hopefully, that would add up to a rather painless fight.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Apr 1, 2010 18:46:16 GMT -5
Knockknockknock.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
The door splinters.
The one-eyed behemoth glowers at you through the door, rubbing splinters out of his knuckles as his friends itch for the chance to spill in...
OOC: Roll Join Battle. Awareness+Wits+[Epic Wits Bonus Successes].
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Post by Nightmare on Apr 9, 2010 20:05:56 GMT -5
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Post by dorkknight23 on Apr 20, 2010 11:46:03 GMT -5
Two of the goons are able to nudge their way past the door, just in time for Odysseus to kick one of them square in the face, knocking him unconscious. That leaves one in your space, but plenty more forthcoming...
OOC: Your tic to act.
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