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((So I haven't really been around for a while... I haven't replied to my para, I haven't been on Chatzy, but I have been dealing with some stuff in my life that is making just getting up in the morning a difficult task. So, I'll reply as soon as I can do it, I promise.))
Random Encounters
Rory was a bit discouraged when the man said he didnt know the Doctor, but the woman’s question made him glance up. “Um… No?" He responded, trying to recall if he’d ever met a Niamh. He felt like the other two were just as confused as him, so he finally relaxed a little, dropping his hand to his side. “Should I know her? Or… Him?" Niamh was a bit of an odd name and Rory didn’t want to get it wrong. “Or… It could be an it, I suppose…" He mumbled, looking thoughtful. He’d met a lot of it’s in his time with the Doctor. It really wasn’t all that common to simply be male or female. Most times it was both or neither. Rory had a hard time keeping it all straight.
Castiel continued to stare at Rory. He gave him a slight frown. "He is human," he said to Cassandra in a likewise low voice.
He frowned considering the message from the pagan goddess. "I am not familiar with her and I cannot guarantee her message was intended to aid you."
He looked at Rory again considering him. Castiel didn’t like the Roman garb. It seemed functional, but served no real purpose in this time and place. It was possible that the man’s mind had broken due to the Croatoan outbreak. Castiel would simply watch him and make sure he did not harm himself or Cassandra.
Cassandra's hope fell, though she felt sure that this was the Rory she had been sent to find. "Niamh is a Celtic goddess," she clarified. "I asked her for advice earlier and she sent me to find a human man named Rory. She said he was a good man. I thought she may have meant you." To Castiel she added, "She called me sister and she promised she meant me no harm. I feel like trusting her words here is a wise decision. Call it instinct."
She noted the dropping of his hand, but decided it was in her best interests to keep her hand near her own weapon. She had a gut feeling that he was more experienced as a fighter than she was and could still move in the armour. And she had been threatened more than she would like in the last few months, especially in the last day or so, and had no intention of being caught unaware.
Random Encounters
Rory was confused by the onslaught of questions, but he continued to limp forward cautiously. He tried his best to answer all of what he could remember. “No, I haven’t been displaced in time. At least… Not recently…" He frowned for a moment before continuing. “My name is Rory Williams. Friend of the Doctor? Do you know him by chance?" He asked as he stopped at what he assumed was a safe distance away from the other two. He could finally make out what they vaguely looked like and he hoped they were both human. It had been hard enough fighting a Time Lord, he didn’t need anything more.
Rory shifted onto his better, non-aching foot and tried to keep from being so paranoid. Had they been Croats they probably would have attacked him by now, he tried to reassure himself. Despite his best, honest efforts, though, he couldn’t pull his hand away from hoverign by his sword until he was sure.
Castiel nodded at Cassandra’s explanation of what she meant by Grim Reaper. “Death is someone else entirely, he has been," he paused finding a word. “Away for a long time. The Reapers are simply guides or couriers."
He frowned at the man’s questions. He leaned over toward Cassandra. “He is not a demon," he said flatly.
He turned to Rory Williams. “I do not know any doctors are you in need of medical help." He cocked his head. Perhaps this man was crazy. That could explain the odd garb.
Cassandra nodded. Well at least there was a small comfort in him not being a demon. "Good. Human?"
She watched his hand hovering near what looked like a sword, and kept her hand near her knife. She didn't understand why he was dressed like a Roman warrior and she knew no doctor. But his name rang a bell in her head. Rory... Rory... Why did that ring a bell? Niamh! Niamh had told her to go find a human man named Rory, before Cassandra had run into the angel. "Rory? Do you happen to know a Niamh?" In a lower voice she said to Castiel, "I spoke to the goddess Niamh earlier. She told me to find a human man named Rory. She said he would help me."
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The Twelve of the Pantheon: Παλλὰς Ἀθηνᾶ - Goddess of Wisdom, Warfare, Divine intelligence, Architecture and Crafts and Patron Goddess of Athens
art history meme | [8/9] paintings:
pallas athena (or alexander the great), by rembrandt harmenszoon van rijn (1664)
Like almost all the late works of the Dutch painter, the subject of this canvas has been subjected to various interpretations. A young warrior is presented by the artist turned three-quarters to the viewer. He stands against a gloomy dark background. His fragile and feminine face is indistinct and not specific. There can be no doubt that this is a hero from Classical Antiquity, but who exactly is he? In the earliest manuscript catalogue of the Hermitage, Rembrandt’s canvas was mentioned as the Pallas Athena. However, not everyone agreed with this name. In the Baudouin Collection inventory, the composition was entered as a “Portrait of Alexander in the Armor of Pallas.” (the special protection of Athena was ascribed to Alexander the Great).
Dakota Blue Richards.
Crystal Ball - Jim Moriarty x.
Crystal Ball: My character spies on yours.
Cassandra looked nervously at the business card in her hand, with a date and time scrawled on the back. She had tentatively accepted Jim’s offer of a job, as a way of getting information about him and his plans.
She was good at keeping a straight face under stress and tried not to let her emotions show as she was welcomed into his office. He smiled at her and she returned it.
The meeting went smoothly as Jim gave a small pitch about the job he was offering and how much she’d be paid. Cassandra nodded and smiled in all the right places, carefully asking questions where she could to get information. She thought she’d gone undetected until she was walking out and he called to her, “Do give my regards to whoever it is who asked you to come to this meeting. I hope you think about the offer seriously though. It might benefit you.” Cassandra froze momentarily before turning and smiling.
“Of course,” she replied and walked out, her heart beating in her ears.
Midnight Ride - Jenny
Midnight Ride: Our characters share a late night trip.
As soon as she’d become eligible, Cassandra had gotten her driver’s license. Her dad had taken her to factory car parks, and long stretches of road to teach her, and she’d taken to it like a natural. This particular night, she and Jenny were driving along a quiet road along the beach. They’d had a long day and Cassandra was quite glad to be getting home.
“Have you driven much, Jenny?” she asked, trying to make conversation.
“Not a car. I’ve driven a spaceship, though.” Cassandra didn’t think these were quite the same and said, “You wanna try?” Jenny nodded eagerly, so Cassandra pulled over to the side of the road.
They swapped seats and Cassandra showed Jenny the controls. Thankfully, the car was an automatic, so they didn’t have to worry about gears or the clutch. Cassandra nodded encouragingly at Jenny and they pulled back onto the road. They checked there were no cars before bringing the car back up to the speed limit. Jenny seemed to be having fun, and Cassandra kept switching her attention from the road to Jenny and back, sending a quick prayer to Athena that this was a wise decision.
But Jenny proved herself a good driver, if a quick one. If anything, she was a quick learner and Cassandra soon relaxed into her seat and flicked on the radio. “Wake me up if you want to swap again,” she told Jenny and leant against the side of the car, closed her eyes and just enjoyed the ride.
STYX Song Title Prompts
Babe: My character flirts with yours.
Blue Collar Man: My character offers yours a job.
Come Sail Away: My character tries to convince yours to come away with them.
Crystal Ball: My character spies on yours.
Don't Let It End: My character is going to die, and asks yours to stay with them.
Fallen Angel: My character switches sides and is confronted by yours.
Fooling Yourself (Angry Young Man): Our characters have an argument.
Heavy Metal Poisoning: My character shoots yours.
I'm Gonna Make You Feel It: Our characters get into a physical confrontation.
Just Get Through This Night: Our characters have to survive a night together.
Lady: Our characters meet at a fancy event.
Lies: My character lies to yours.
Lonely People: Our characters are alone, and meet each other unexpectedly.
Lorelei: My character lures yours into a trap.
Love in the Midnight: Our characters get romantic.
Midnight Ride: Our characters share a late night trip.
Miss America: Our characters are watching TV.
Mr. Roboto: My character thanks yours.
Never Say Never: Our characters do something unlikely together.
Not Dead Yet: My character tries to kill yours.
Renegade: Our characters raise some hell.
Show Me the Way: My character asks yours for help.
The Best of Times: Our characters have fun together.
The Grand Illusion: My character deceives yours.
The Serpent is Rising: My character betrayed yours and is discovered.
Too Much Time on My Hands: My character is bored and passes the time with yours.
What Has Come Between Us: Our characters are separated, and trying to find each other.
Winner Take All: Our characters have a contest.
Witch Wolf: My character is hunting yours.
Random Encounters
Rory was stumbling along and limping a little from the fight that had just happened. He’d bolted when the reviving Croats had all started swarming him and the Master. He’d managed to work his way out of the swarm, but not without injuries of his own. He had tried his best not to hurt any of the other people, but he tried not to think about the ones he had hurt. Rory was panting heavily as he hobbled down the street that looked the most deserted in hopes he wouldn’t have to pull out his sword again. The shocks the Master had given him hadn’t done any good either and he was pretty sure that was part of his problems too.
Just when he thought he was in the clear and that nothing else could possibly go wrong, he accidentally tripped over an overgrown plant and fell on some boxes, making a lot of noise and probably alerting anyone in the area to his presence. He stood up slowly and noticed two beings standing just up the street from him and his hand went instinctively to his sheathed sword. “Who’s there?!” He called, looking quite defensive and pretty ready to collapse. “Are-… Are you dangerous?” Yes, Rory because they’ll totally tell you the truth on that one…
Castiel frowned at Cassandra’s question. ”Reapers are beings that collect the souls of the dead and take them to where they will spend eternity. I have never found them to be especially grim.” He thought for a moment. ”Unless that is a reference to something.”
Castiel stepped in front of Cassandra when the human knocked over the boxes a few feet from them. If the human was infected Castiel was better to deal with him than she was. He was not susceptible to the Croat plague.
Castiel frowned when the person questioned them and reached for a sword. He was wearing odd clothing. ”I am Castiel. I am dangerous. Though maybe not to you. Have you been displaced in time?”
"It's a reference, I guess. The Grim Reaper is a personification of Death."
As the man came into view and his hand went for his sword, Cassandra's went for her knife. Looking at him again, he seemed a little worse for wear, but she didn't know if that didn't make him dangerous. When he asked them a question, she had two immediate reactions. One was to think that he probably wasn't infected. Two was to realise that it might've been funny if this man wasn't probably a demon and their lives, or her life anyway since it was probably a lot harder to kill an angel, weren't at risk.
"Who are you?" she asked, avoiding the question, as the answer was probably no. In a lower voice to Castiel she asked, "Demon?"
Random Encounters
Castiel shrugged. “Spirits remain for many reasons. Some stay out of guilt for actions prior to their death. Some stay to get revenge on whomever or whatever ended their lives. Some stay for better reasons such as to protect a loved one. They refuse to go with their Reaper and remain here.”
Castiel looked up and got his bearings in Caterbury, he then decided to take a left at the next cross street. ”Where they move on to depends. They either go to Heaven or Hell. Only the Reaper knows where the soul is going. I don’t know exactly who makes the decision where they go.”
This sounded in line with most ghost stories that Cassandra had heard over the years. Unfinished business sounded like it summed it all up pretty nicely. She followed Castiel down the left street, looking around. The streets weren't too destroyed here and it didn't look like a war zone. Just eerily abandoned. It was like walking down a street at night, when everyone's gone to bed, only the sun was up. "Reaper?" she said. "Like the Grim Reaper?" That conjured up ideas of a hooded figure with a scythe, but for years Cassandra had believed in the River Styx and the Ferryman. It had been why she'd left some money with her dad when she'd left.
There was a noise up ahead and she tensed. She glanced to Castiel before turning her attention back to the source of noise. She prepared to fight another demon.
[Enter Rory]
mythology series → daughter of wisdom athena [Ἀθηνᾶ]
i forget you your short comings and ignored your childish behaviour laid a kiss on your head and before i left said, ‘stay away from fleeting failure’ there is hope in the air there is hope in the water but sadly not me your last serving daughter pick up your rope lord, sling it to me if we are to battle i must not be weak and give us your strength world, and your food and your water
oh i am your saviour, your last serving daughter
mythology meme → mythology [1/1] → greek
once dominating the world, greek mythology has stood the testament of time with stories that hold true to this very day. human stories that one can relate to even after thousands of years. perhaps one of the most dominate ancient cultures, people still are entranced by this civilization leaving us only ghosts of their powerful rein.
