Music of the Gods

[Who Wrecks?]

Long ago, they were born: they were nurtured by mortal whim and faith, and with each dream, each story, each myth...they grew stronger. They ruled over their lands for generations, changing and moving with their worshipers; some beneficent, others...less so. They grew and grew: they grew stronger, and more arrogant, and more numerous, and more glorious, and more terrible.

And now they're less than they were, and more. They're pop divas and fashion mavens, celebrities and executives possessed of unearthly charisma and supernatural talent. Mortal worship has passed on from all of you, and it can no longer succor you. But who needs worship when there are other forces to draw from the mortals: love, admiration, hope, fear...these are the courses set before you now.

And you've all enjoyed a moderate success, reinventing yourselves as needed throughout the ages. You still keep up with some of the "old gang," or at least with those who've made it. Not everyone can keep up with this new go-go millenium, where the writhing throng that is humanity can turn from adoration to betrayl with a single faux pas. You're all still trying to figure out which deity is behind that whole i-Everything deal; he's got to be riding high.

Regardless, you've all been summoned to a meeting of divine powers, not entirely unheard of. The big patriarchal types like to throw panethon get-togethers every century or so, but as far as you can tell, this whole situation's a global schtick: the ball room's full of Mesoamerican serpent-men, at least four different incarnations of the phoenix each trying to pass themselves off as the best dressed while discussing their many and various deaths, a drunken fratboy in a toga that you can only suspect is Bacchus, and no less than three chatty kitsunes. Celtic, Norse, Greek, Egyptian--was that Ra? He's supposed to be dead--African, Indian...it seems like everyone who's anyone (and a few people who are only partially one, even) was invited to this shindig.

There's only one completely open table left; the others are full, a sure sign that you should've gotten here earlier. Five chairs, nice tablecloth, a bottle of wine (pre-Revolutionary, no less). There seems to be something of a musical battle going on as every genre deity struggles for control, entering the room to their own theme music only to find it overwhelmed by their greatest rivals.

 

[The Agriculturist]

The Unopened bottle was snatched up into the air, leaving the drunken bacchus to fall over the table and roll unto the floor. Dressed in his usual Swashbuckling garb, Davy Jones (not ol' tentacle face ;) ) pulled opened the bottle, taking a long gulp of the delicious fermented grape drink.

"God of...the sea? No that's Taken. God of ships?...Not epic enough-" He rambled to himself as an attractive female dressed in an exotic garb that left little to the imagination approached him.

"Who might you be?" she asked in a sultry tone."

"Captain Davy Jones, at your Service. God of....Gods." He replied with a sly smile .

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"I'm sure..." She says, not a hint of sincerity in her voice.
"Even Zeus dropped that lousy title way back when, and you know how big his ego is. Anyway, Davy... it's simply marvelous that you managed to take a break drowning sailors and come. How's the new movie? Heard you got a cameo, and that delicious mortal to play the lead roll again... Whats his name? Ocean Depps? Or is it Flower Bloom?"

 

[The Agriculturist]

"knightly stroll. It was knightly stroll. As in a stroll one takes in the night, as one's skin is sensative to the sun, so one avoids the sun, by strolling at night." He flashed a smile "Mortals. Who gets them right?"

Of course, Jones was not exactly Immortal. He was working on that. And that is exactly why he was here. Tonight, he would become the immortal Davy Jones. My, did he like the sound of that.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"Well, he was absolutely delicious. I'd love to see another, but I'll leave that to you. Simply marvelous..."
And it's at that precise moment you finally recognize who your talking to. That bitch Aphrodite. Love had always been a big topic that never really wavered, but damn did she have the whole "Alls fair in love in war thing going on". Remember the incident with that woman slicing off her husbands... member? Caused by aphrodite during that time of the month.

 

[The Agriculturist]

And as Davy remembered said Incident, he also thought about how invonvinient it would be to become a eunuch instead of an immortal tonight. It would be the exact opposite of what he was working on.

"What's that? What is that?" He talked more to himself than to aphrodite, as letting her talk would inevitebly begin a long story about a life turned upside down by love, and how it was all her work. Jones was no firm believer in love. He saw marriage and the such as a contest to see who would fall out of love first.

"Oh, thats old Neptune calling me, sorry gotta go!"

 

[Will]

Bishamon strode confidently into the room, the music of his greatest band, D'espairs Ray blasting out behind him. He looked around with Dismay. Great, just typical. Not a single other Japanese god here. Now what was he meant to do? He drew his Katana, and sliced a table in two in rage. he reformed it, and sat down. He took out a bottle of Sake, and a tiny cup. He took a sip, pondering which of the many bands he should launch to stardom....

 

[Who Wrecks?]

The room becomes still and quiet as the light fade down: someone--someone very powerful, mind you--is willing all the divine theme music down all the way to "mute." Suddenly, a booming voice blares through the room, a familiar, sugar-drenched tone...how did they get Aphrodite to do the whole DJ thing for this party?

"Ladies, gentlemen, and deities of indistinct gender," she says in her bubbly, infectious drawl, "I'm sure you're all wondering why we're all here tonight. Other than free shrimp--yes, Bacchus, I know you just did shrimp shots and that's very cute, dear, but we really need to get on with the announcements. Where was I? Oh, yes, of course! It's a wedding, people; my dearly somewhat-beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of two fine deities, to bear witness as two pantheons worlds apart are joined," she exclaims, suddenly appearing at the foot of a large flight of stairs in a disgustingly expensive burst of rose petals.

"And the lucky couple, you ask?" she says, jumping up and down now like an excited school girl. "Here comes the groom himself, doesn't he look divine?"

Your heads turn upward, expecting one of the deific playboys; Balder, Apollo, Shiva. Whoever it is, they're wearing a nice tuxedo, an odd choice of colors though, gray. And kind of fringed with squiggly little...they're runes. It's Odin. Yep, one working eye and one Armani eyepatch, a beard so long and braided it'd be the envy of any little bald girl...definately Odin. He descends the staircase and waits, looking upward after sharing a quick word with Aphrodite.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the blushing bride to be!"

Strange, infectious music bursts throughout the room, the kind of stuff that's so fluffy and sweet you can actually feel it rotting your teeth. A veiled figure descends in the unholy offspring of a wedding dress and a kimono, dangerously tight in all the right places while still remaining somewhat virginal. She's carrying a single lotus, and a sash pulled tight across her waist bears a dagger, mirror, and crystal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Lady Amaterasu!"

 

[Will]

Bishamon clapped extra to see Amaterasu, who had decided to be godess of Jpop, Jrock's little cousin. Bishamon loved weddings. He looked at that Odin figure. Even though he had a huge beard, he cleaned up well. From hsi knowledge, Odin was usually wearing his armour, drinking beer with his wolf, slepnir. He must've put on the charm alot to woo Amaterasu to marriage. She was bubbly, yes, but he had never seen her actually go for a man...

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Uuuugghhh... I hate these kinds of things. Would it kill them to put on some more rock music? Plus this punch sucks."

Ares ,one the god of savage war and bloodlust, sat by the punch bowl and kept filling his glass with the perfect amount of the kool-aid flavored drink and some brandy. He took another long swig and sat down while all the other stared to Odin and the Ate... uh... Artemyeshu... How bout Japanese Lady? Ares was never too good with the names of the other deities outside of the Greeks.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Weddings? I love weddings! drinks all around!" Yelled Davy, taking another swig from his wine, he left the bottle with the drunken Bacchus as he continued through the crowd, taking a fresh bottle of wine from the hands of a celebrating Mercury. Odin is a god, meaning Odin is immortal. Q.E.D, Jones would need to get to Odin's 'dressing' room, because that is where immortality is waiting for him.

 

[Will]

Bishamon was applauding when he was struck with a sobering thought. Wedding gifts. Damn. What would he get for A king of the gods, and the sun?? ''Oh, for the love of...'' The oath was never finished, as why would he say god? he was one after all. Hmm... a magical sword? No, Odin was a spear man. The core of a star? No, Amaterasu was the sun! What to do, what to do....

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Ares left his 'safe' place from social contact with the others for a second when he over heard Bishamon. Bishamon was one of the few deities Ares had heard about and had cared to remember the name. Given what the Japanese god had said Ares figured he was worrying about a gift for the two.

"I'm just gonna get'em a fruit basket. Or a plasma screen."

Ares to another drink from his cup and placed a hand on his sword. Odin obviously knew his women, she was a looker.

 

[Will]

Bishamon turned to Ares, the greek god of War. ''A plasma screen eh? THat's a good idea. I think i'll get them a waffle iron, you know, seeing as Odin is Nordic, and the scandinavians did invent waffles.'' He nodded as he became more sure his idea was right. ''And it won't be just any waffle iron, no! it shall be a waffle iron fit for a king of the gods!'' Bishamon jumped up from his seat, extatic then remembered his place, and sat down again.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Ya. A waffle iron with an MP3 player and dvd player. Built in Xbox 360 and PS3 wouldn't hurt wither. I'll go halfsies with you on it."

Ares was becoming bored with his drink. He set it down for some sap to pick up if he was thirsty. Despite these gatherings usually being boring he was glad they at least had some comfy seating.

 

[Will]

''Hmm... i think the PS3 might lower it's overall godliness... But i like it. It shall be 10 feet in diameter! and have a chrome finish! Yeah, i'll go halfsies. I'm not sure i can afford the George Forman Wallfinator 6000. It'll be about £2000 each? Think you can scrape that Ares?'' He asked with a chuckle, sipping some more Sake. Some boring old Nordic god was giving a speech on how great it was to see two dieties from different cultures bonding in matrimony. ''Gah, that guy goes on or what?!'' He whispered to Ares.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

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''Hmm... i think the PS3 might lower it's overall godliness... But i like it. It shall be 10 feet in diameter! and have a chrome finish! Yeah, i'll go halfsies. I'm not sure i can afford the George Forman Wallfinator 6000. It'll be about £2000 each? Think you can scrape that Ares?'' He asked with a chuckle, sipping some more Sake. Some boring old Nordic god was giving a speech on how great it was to see two dieties from different cultures bonding in matrimony. ''Gah, that guy goes on or what?!'' He whispered to Ares.[/b]

"10 feet?! That is a lot of waffles. I would agree with the PS3 decreasing the godliness. I believe the Wallfinator 6000 has some side attachements for bacon and eggs and a interchangable flat surface for pancakes or pizza. That would bring the price up a few pounds."

Shane had grabbed some sake as well from a passing bus boy and was now intrigued by the drinks taste. He would have to try more Japanese drinks later.

"Well Bishamon, you know the Norse. Very good when speaking with a slurred vocabulary."

 

[Will]

''I wonder how long this will take? i need to get George Forman to invent the Wafflinator 6000!'' He looked at the droning norse, who was taking his seat. The eyes of the crowed roamed the room for a Japanese god to make a toast. Bishamon looked around. ''Oh...Bugger...'' He sighed. He rose, raising his cup in toast. ''I heartliy approve of this marriage, and there can be no finer match for my little cousin than a king of the gods. I hope that this marriage does better than one of Zeus' little flings.'' He winked at Zues, who laughed heartily at the joke. He took his seat again. ''That was easier than i thought.'' He took a gulp of Sake.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"You should have added, 'If you break her heart, I'll break your legs.' But it was good. I am sure glad no Greeks are getting married today. I'm only good at blood and guts speeches."

Ares's sake was just wonderful. If this mingling with Bishamon turned into a new friendship he would have to ask his friend to give him a tour of drinks in the land of the rising sun.

 

[Will]

''They are the best speeches. I hate the old mush speeches. Make me feel horrible. Now telling my mythical warriors to slice enemies in two, that is a speech i can do.'' He smiled, checking the Sake bottle. It was half empty. A tad too much, as it was very easy to get Bishamon drunk, and Bishamon was one angry drunk... He put his cup down. ''So... got your eye on any womenfolk in here?'' He asked, a rogueish smile in his face. He always liked to know about Gods and their flings...