Crowded Streets
Hermes was one of the gods that maintained his human alias, Matthew Miles, since he didn't want to garner much public attention. Certainly, he was sorely tempted to reveal himself like what the other gods did but that wouldn't help him sneak into people's houses and burglarize their homes. When asked to give his name he will always say it's Matthew, for he wishes to think that he is just like everyone else. Never remind him that he is Hermes, the Messenger of the Gods, for he will flatly deny it and will call you a lunatic for your bold declaration.
Today, he couldn't contain his kleptomania and pretended to be a beggar out on the street seeking alms from pure-hearted people, hoping that they would be kind enough to approach this hungry soul. I'm a complicated person. He thought while adroitly snatching things covertly from people as they came close to him. Hermes has reached a new low, he was once venerated by the Greeks for his occasionally great deeds and now here he lies acting like a common criminal.
Once he filched an item from a passerby, he swiftly placed it in a magical pocket that could carry all the accessories that he placed in there. The pocket was reaching its limit and he had to go shortly before anyone would suspect that something was missing. He would disguise himself as another beggar who would employ the same tricks.
Ever since he came to L.A. there has been a sharp increase in all types of theft. Some blamed this problem on themselves, thinking that people have lost their respect for each other's property. Some blamed this on the gods, and they were right, but they didn't know it was Hermes since he kept a low profile. For a while, Hermes entertained the thought of never being caught by anyone. He's done this so far so good, the last thing he needed now was a dramatic divine intervention, since he was a god himself.
Two minutes later...
Apartment
The place was empty, so Hermes picklocked his way through the door and began scanning the area for valuable items. It turns out that the owner was poor judging by the room's dilapidation and the lack of furniture, so he dropped a bar of gold before leaving the place. He hoped that it would be put to good use.
Five minutes later...
The cops were onto Hermes, he was caught trying to steal from a jewelry store but he managed to shake them off.
1 hour later...
Crowded Streets
He resumed his little heist, keeping his image as a poor downtrodden young man who was out of luck.
edited 13th Nov '15 7:16:44 PM by Victor_Skye
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."[B]Subway System[/B]
Mummu slid into the subway, taking a seat among the confusion. This is the right place. He pulled up his hood and started typing.
Type, type. KKK website, make a lure "lol guis come see god hes wite!". He linked a literal image of god. They'd be blabbering and writhing and screeching seconds after they clicked the link. Why do you do this? Because. It's the right thing. Purge those who would prevent progress. Keep moving forward. Type. Type. Why petty trolling like this? Little ripples, large wave. Butterfly effect. Like splitting a fruit. SLAP! SLASH! Fruit is in half now. Racism is in the way. He actually felt like he was helping those the racists would abuse this time, but the Plan was still the main thing. Pure society, must accept moving forward - flow like water, like old father Apsu. Flow, flow, wave, wave. Go forward. Library needs updating. Type, type, 3 people die in the time it takes you to blink. Each death must be reported - list everyone, every death. List, list. Death, death. Poor kid in baltimore killed by corrupt cops. Corrupt cops in baltimore killed by pissed off African American family. Every day is another wave of information. Tragedy, comedy, chaos, order. Good and evil. Doesn't matter. Today was special. He'd get rid of some of the idiots halting progress. Drop like flies. Drop, drop. Type, type, link image to site. Give them all a piece. KKK and other such deserving were the targets. Don't want to kill innocents. Type. Type. Easy. Laugh under your breath. All of them are in the way. Who is in the way? Everyone. So many people. Some people need to drop. Pew. Pew. Like playing Counter-Strike. Always select Sniper, if you are good. Be careful, patient, like a spider. What was that spider god up to anyway? Stay on focus. Work. Work. Type. Type.
edited 13th Nov '15 7:21:14 PM by ThisGuy481
So this was Los Angeles. A smoggy city, and a huge and sprawling one; the lights spreading out between the ocean and the mountains. Just like the humans, Inari supposed, enjoying the wind whipping through her hair as she rode down endless sidestreets. Blaming them for expanding would be like blaming the wind for blowing, and have about as much chance of stopping anything. She glanced nervously up at the several layers of cars overhead; there had been enough car crashes before the humans had decided that giving everyone a personal flying machine was a good idea. Earth under her wheels was good enough for her.
For the fifth time since she'd hit city limits, Inari pulled over to the curb, not bothering to kick the stand out as she fished the now-wrinkled business card out of her pocket. Only a few days out of Japan, it was embarrassing how reassuring it was to see the kanji printed in large font on the card - almost as embarrassing as it was to admit that she'd spent the last hour driving around and still had no idea where she was going. There was a homeless man sitting along the wall of the building a few yards away; Inari finally kicked the stand down and took the key out, walking over to him. "Hey, do you know where I can find the headquarters of Nikko America?"
It's been fun.Hermes saw a beautiful young woman approach him and ask him a question about the location of Nikko America, a place where he was unfamiliar with. Another potential business opportunity presented itself. This was the last quarry for the day and he would retire afterwards to his home. He ran through the probable scenarios through his mind and immediately came up with an action plan.
"I've seen the place, but I'm bad at directions, but I know where it is." First off, Hermes needed to get a little closer to his prey so he would be able to close in for the kill. For a homeless man he came off as sincere and charming, the lights in his eyes spoke of hidden tones of life within the man. Like any trained mortal, he could fool just about the most advanced lie detector in the world, but he could do so with natural talent.
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Hermes sensed that this woman might be dangerous, and that he should tread lightly. However, if she was then there might be something worth stealing. Unfortunately she appeared cautious and was not willing to walk towards him, but he had dealt with that before. He played the Good Samaritan routine and gave the general direction of where Nikko America was.
"I'm not really sure, but it's around that place." Hermes said in a dubious manner, he gave the impression of being a little lost himself. "Could you spare me some change, miss?"
edited 13th Nov '15 8:41:25 PM by Victor_Skye
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Sitting on a bench, idly scribbling away in the sketchbook she'd brought with her, was Vanth. She was leaning back as far as the bench could allow, feet stretched out in front of her. She did have the courtesy to pull them back should someone walk past, but beyond that she mostly ignored anyone who walked by.
Most would probably take her for the goth girl she appeared to be at first glance. She was dressed in a mostly black outfit consisting of her usual jacket with wings drawn on the back, a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of knee-high high-heeled boots. Her skin may have been a little pale even by goth standards, but beyond that there was little indication of her nature as a goddess. Even if she was open about it, she doubted there were many who would recognize her; such was the result of being tied to a long-dead, little-known civilization. Not that it bothered her much. She was free to live out a mostly normal life in peace, without the masses constantly breathing down her neck and constantly wondering what she was going to do next. Given what sort of goddess she was, she wasn't sure if she'd even get the best reception if she was better known.
Right now, her immediate concern was trying to enjoy her day off. She certainly didn't mind working at the funeral home; after all, she was very experienced in such matters. However, it was nice not to have to worry about working and just worry about herself today. She was also hoping to have a day off from her other job, but she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be the case today. At least there didn't seem to be any chaos in the immediate vicinity.
Unless spoken to, she'd likely keep drawing in her sketchbook, occasionally looking up to take a second look at whatever piece of scenery had her attention at that moment.
Icon by Civvi the Civilian!Hermes was impatient, not wanting to wait any longer for the theft to take place he snatched the dollars then he swiftly snatched the wallet. He took off at full speed but not without politely thanking her. A rookie mistake, he abandoned caution just to satisfy his greed. He thought about taking the woman's car but that would take too long to hijack so he sprinted through the crowd, dodging corners and people as well.
There happened to be police officers conveniently standing by and they were alerted by Hermes' sudden movement so they were on hot pursuit of the thieving scallywag.
"Oh, just great." Hermes said as he jumped past a fence.
edited 13th Nov '15 9:05:54 PM by Victor_Skye
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Inari stood dumbfounded as the man ran off with her wallet, almost too tired at this point to comprehend what had just happened, let alone to give chase. The young man raced around the corner, then vanished from sight as he hopped a fence. Within seconds, the sounds of pursuit faded. Inari watched them go, then sighed.
"Good to know I don't need to feel bad," she murmured, patting her wallet in her pants pocket. Right around now the wallet in the man's hand should be falling apart into worthless scraps of green construction paper, the illusion placed on it vanishing. Poor bastard. She shrugged and got back on her bike, turning her wheels once again toward Nikko America and the home of her powerful host.
It's been fun.The police soon lost track of Hermes, and in a dark corner he decided to take one good look at his prize which was green construction paper. This alone was a good indicator that he had just encountered a goddess, albeit one of illusions. He should have stolen the car, but if this was another god then what was she doing here? She was like him, they wanted to lay low and steer clear from attention.
He went back looking for the mysterious woman, but by now she was long gone. Remembering the venue she took off to he headed straight to Nikko America. He changed his clothes, adopting the more civil appearance of the business suit. He already stuffed his stolen items into a secret vault and kept the green construction paper that he got from the lady in his pocket.
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Right in the bustling centre of downtown Los Angeles was a humble office headquarters, if you call a ten story glass tower humble. Owned by the one and only Neith, Goddess of war, hunting and weaving where most of the work of both of her companies, Neith's Weaves and Neith's Hobby were located. Not the most creative names but Neith would rather not dwell on what names would capture her audience when already her own name would be enough advertisement as it is, she already establish numerous long lasting fashion trend in Egypt, might as well transfer it here in the US of A.
"No, no, that wouldn't fit with out target audience, Jane. Or our vision, as a matter of fact, I really don't think of a reason to compete in an already saturated market of sneakers," Neith said in her fancy office to her employee holding up her tablet showcasing a blue holographic shoe design not too dissimilar to Air Jordans.
"Oh, but Miss Neith!" Jane try to say with confidence but Neith can already see her elbows and knees shaking, fearing her rejection, which worries the Goddess a bit. "We have to...er...you know, make use of the exposure that the hip hop scene has given us!"
"What?"
"Yeah, don't you know? We already have numerous rappers referencing our company and our products by name, from Old Thug to Tyler the Destroyer. This is a huge business opportunity that have worked in the past. Future has helped boost the sales of Gucci flip flops, Gucci Mane have given Gucci more exposures to the middle class folks than their actual advertisement! What I'm proposing is that we should take advantage of it and appeal to the hip hop communities as well, just make a new offshoot for our brand to go along with our sandal lines."
When Jane ended her explanation with sandals to appeal to her boss a bit more, she looked down onto her feet and rotate her ankles about to show off the fancy high heel golden sandal, complete with its bands wrapping up to her knee, one of a sandal design Neith's was proud of, which was probably why Jane was showing it off in the first place.
Still, Neith gave a meaningful thought about it, glancing between the design and Jane herself, which Neith noticed that she was getting shakier and sweatier by the second. So, after a while, Neith decided to give her employee a break. She stood up, walked up to her and pat her on the shoulder. It's to give an air of friendliness in an atmosphere of corporation but given Neith's size in height and muscles, it only serves to make Jane more nervous.
"Jane, while I can't accept the design as it is," Neith broke the news to Jane. "But I kinda like your thought processes of cashing in the hip hop hype, so lemme just download the sketches and I'll give it some more thought."
"Ah!..Thanks, miss" Jane uttered at the same time of her sigh of relief, barely able to contain her yelps of excitement.
"Not a problem," Neith said while she went back to her desk to download the files from Jane's tablet to her computer via bluetooth. "You should get to improving on the shoe design, though, try to make it more stand out of our competitors in the sneakers market, make it in our image of ancient Egyptian theme."
"I'll be doing that, Miss," Jane said, grabbing her tablet and fumbling out of the office. Now, alone in her own office, Neith finally have the time to work on yet another commission work for one of her celebrity clients. 'An epitome of the futuristic LA', so her client demanded and that Neith shall deliver. It's weird to see that a CEO is doing the work that employees under her should be doing, let alone a goddess but then again, this is what she's good at. At the side of her fancy, futuristic office, a weaving shuttle stood out among all of them. It doesn't matter that it's metal instead of wood or that some parts of it are modernized, it's still way old school in the world of fashion, and that's why Neith's Weave is thriving very well. She turned on the radio on her computer and grabbed her tablet on the way there to her shuttle to continue her work.
She stopped midway when she hears of the news of a protest gone wrong at a park and the newscaster's subsequent speculation that it might be getting worse. She was considered to just turn off the radio and get back to work considering that those annoying GAs are involved with the mess but that suggestion subsided quickly and the thought of innocent civilians being in danger. Plus...eh, let's be honest, it potentially sounds fun, especially provided at the fact that their might be an actual fire deity to fight.
So, Neith picked up her phone and texted to Artemis in Whatsapp and asked "Hey, Arty, have you heard the news about the fire event? Wanna do some real archery?" and made her way up to the roof of the building where she parked her Lamborghini Flylo self driving model.
http://www.last.fm/user/sgtpendulum Yo, check out what I'm listening, it'll be heat, brah :^)A black blur sped through the streets of LA, revving noises and questionable road safety carrying it towards the park. Nyx, in yet another human identity, had heard about the trouble and wanted to see what was going on. There was nothing wrong with a protest - she'd seen a lot of change in all of human civilisation - but violence wasn't appropriate. She'd only heard about the fire after she'd made the decision to go but she was almost there anyway.
As the night goddess reached the edge of the park she saw the smoke rising up and heard screams and sirens. She waved a hand at the bike and it disappeared in a black cloud but she kept her helmet on. She charged into the fray, trying to get a better look at the situation.
Mummu got off the Subway. There was a riot nearby, according to local news. Got off. Went out the station. Lucky, found it quick. Good. Signs impaling heads, blazes left more room in the city. Death. Hatred. Lies. Sit back, don't care. Simply bring up your tablet and videotape it. Rocks hit it a little, Black Book won't break. Bring up a soft drink, relax. Make yourself comfortable on a bench. No need to side with anyone. Hate, war. Fun. Observe, blend in. Livestream. Click. Views.
Death everywhere. Was like a war. Views. Click. Riot will go on, and Mummu will follow.
Before heading off to Nikko America, Hermes spotted a riot where there were people waving signs and angrily protesting against the government. It wasn't his business to know what it was all about, so he took advantage of the chaos and picked some of their pockets when they weren't looking. Since his targets were too close to him, he decided to wear sunglasses and a white cap to cover his face so they wouldn't have the chance to observe his features.
"Sorry sir." Hermes bumped into a man and stole his wallet. He frantically apologized, taking their valuables as he passed by. "Sorry about that man. Oh, yeah sorry. I'm just passing through. Sorry ma'am. Ah, I'm so sorry." Indeed he himself felt a little bad that they would find something missing sooner or later, but that was just the price of not paying attention to your things.
Swimming through the teeming mass of human bodies, he casually walked towards the direction of Nikko America.
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."In some seedy part of L.A.
"Look, Di, you have to understand that either you start getting in line or shit's gonna start hitting the fan."
Xochipilli, or Don Macui as he preferred to be called as of late, sat in a dark room with a single bright light fixture above him. The harsh white light illuminated him and his "business partner", who was sitting opposite.
"All your free love hippie garbage, while somewhat appreciated, is starting to cut into my sales margins."
Don Macui took a long drag of something expensive and blew smoke out of the side of his mouth.
"Can't we just start getting along here? We've got some shared fields between us."
Around the room stood burly looking Hispanic mafiosos. Each one had a little uniquely colored lapel pin of a stylized rabbit.
G was here - 2/9/24Art Park
Anansi was perched on a tree-limb, eyes glued to the laptop resting on his lap. He had returned to LA the day before yesterday, and was currently reading the current news. As he was a rather low-key god, most people would see him as a teenage college student with a impressive sense of balance and an eccentric study habit.
The feeling of something crawling on his hand drew his attention from the screen, and towards the Huntsman spider sitting on his hand. "What is it, Little one?" Anansi's voice had a slight caribbean accent, indicative of his origin.
The spider's mandibles twitched, and whatever Anansi heard made him sigh.
"...I wish the other gods would be more mindful towards nature." He muttered. "How did the spiders in the city park fare?"
The spider's mandibles twitched again, and it front legs rose slightly.
"Hm...Thank you for informing me, little one." He said, and allowed the spider to crawl back onto the tree.
Closing his laptop and stuffing it into his bag, Anansi flipped off of the tree and began looking around for directions. Spotting a goth girl sitting on a nearby bench, he approached her and spoke up to get her attention.
"Excuse me, miss." He said. "I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be able to point me towards the City park?"
((For some reason, a lot of people decided to go to the Park, so I don't want anymore than 3 or 4 Gods there to handle things. Remember, there is still something going on in Venice Beach, and you can also make your own event.))
City Park
The city park was a very peculiar one. At least, it would be in this day and age, but in the future, the huge floating biome of trees and gardens and greenery was one of the prides of the city, a way to say that it had plenty of nature for people who wanted that sort of thing. It was 2 square miles, double the size of Central Park in New York. The smoke from the park could be seen from far off, and with good reason, for the blazing fire was slowly engulfing more and more of trees and woods of the huge park. Most were able to get out and leave of course, but right in the middle of the ever-growing fire, civilians and protesters were trapped, or hurt, or already caught in the blaze, screaming for help.
It certainly didn't help that one of the culprit, one such Tsetse, an African Goddess
◊ was doing everything in her power to make the flames larger and grander. She was a blue and white majestic leopard, flying around the park and trailing fire behind her wherever she went. She cackled out loudly, maniacally throwing around flames and roaring.
"Aaahahahhhhaaaa! Nusku, you fool! We are here to spread the Message of Chaos on these mortals! You must learn to enjoy yourseeeelf!"
Down on the ground, another god, Nusku from Babylonian,
◊ watched Tsetse's chaotic rampage with a somber calmness. He flicked his furry tail back and forth, walking through the flames with no qualm, and bellowed out in a deep, cool voice. "Wasteful. A flame is only as worthy as the man who wields it. Each spark must be sacred."
Seedy Part of Town
Dionysus, looking more like a young girl than a boy smiled at Don Macui, while sipping on his ever-filling goblet of wine. He trailed his fingers around the rim of the cup, his gaze moving between hazy and droopy, and his mind swimming with intoxication and hallucination. He giggled, maintaining a lopsided and restful position in his soft chair, stretching out and curling his small, soft toes. "Donny...Would it not be so much better to share our gifts with all who ask? The effervescent look on the face of a young university student ingesting their first hit of of our products...It sends tingles allll through my body...To lift off the shackles of care and worry and bring someone that happiness..." His voice was breathy and slurred, as always.
edited 14th Nov '15 10:01:18 AM by Saturn
Art Park
Vanth looked up at the Caribbean man when he asked her for directions. Her first instinct was to ask which park he was talking about; as far as she knew this city had quite a lot of them. It took her a few moments to figure out just which one he meant.
"...I'm assuming you're talking about the one that's on fire?" Her voice had a small, yet noticeable rasp to it.
She tapped the end of her pencil against her chin as she looked around. "I think it's...." Her eyes settled on the distant smoke. She pointed her pencil in that direction. "...That way. Just follow the smoke and you should get there fairly painlessly."
She shook her head and sighed, before turning back to the man. "Best of luck dealing with it."
Icon by Civvi the Civilian!Down the Slopes
A good thing about having so many cars flying, was that the streets were freer than ever for the youth to move about. Riding a green and gold colored skateboard, a girl of seemingly fifteen years of age swayed from left to right down a long empty stretch of the road, enjoying the speed and the feeling of the wind on her long, messy brown hair with one long lock dyed in pink.
Yes, it was so good to have those messy cars making lines in the sky instead of taking up space on the streets. As the Goddess of the Wilds, Artemis had a few things to grumble about in big cities... however, getting struck for hours in traffic had once prompted her to say many unkind words to civilization in general and go camp in the wilds for a couple months to recover her psyche.
But now... looking at the city passing her by as she rolls along effortlessly, surfing the pavement with her board was quite a pleasant, thrilling sensation... one only the city could provide her. However, soon she heard a little beep from her cellphone breaking the spell of her riding. Jumping over a trashcan, she kicked her board in mid air to catch it under her arm, landing running right on her feet before stopping by a lemonade stand run by a couple of neighborhood kids. With a smile, she indicates with her hand she wants a glass, digging into her pockets for both some cash and her cellphone as she checks her messaging... checking Neith's message she lets out a little sigh and then changes apps to Mercury Messaging You know your IM app is as secure as bathing in a public fountain, right? Anyway, what's this about a fire event? There's nothing unnatural sounding about that in this drought. In nature if it's dry and it's hot, it catches on fire.
edited 14th Nov '15 11:31:45 AM by daltar
Hermes couldn't resist walking into another jewelry store to slip a couple of gold rings in his pocket. However, he greatly underestimated late 21st century technology by forgetting that the store had a burglar alarm. The doors were automatically locked so Hermes had to smash the window to escape from this death trap. One of the employees climbed out of the broken window and pointed to the thief, "Stop him!"
Hermes had just passed by a girl on a skateboard checking on her cellphone.
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Nyx sighed as she got further in and saw the conflict. She didn't like getting involved in this type of thing but this wasn't acceptable behavior; opposing only those who opposed them she could perhaps understand but there were others here too and she was trying to keep some favor.
She extended her hands and a spiral of darkness engulfed her, her usual divine form emerging when it cleared. The grey woman took to the skies, dark wings carrying her up to the same level as Tsetse. She approached the leopard, stopping her in her tracks.
"What business have you here, pest? A simple fire is not chaos. It is merely a nuisance."
"Thanks Miss." Anansi said, already running in the direction of the park. If what he had heard was correct, something very interesting was going on in the park, and as far as the young god was concerned, that made it worth seeing.
Park
Upon arrival, Anansi grimaced slightly at seeing the park in flames. Floating above the chaos, he saw 2 deities facing off against a goddess-and an old one at that. What really captured Anansi's attention however, was the floating Jaguar in the sky.
"Oh man, Tsetse Bumba is here? " He murmured. "A real hellion, that one..."
Anansi decided he wanted no part in that fight, and instead concentrated on locating any survivors. Focusing his power, Anansi commanded the spiders in the park to find any living humans trapped in the flames.
edited 14th Nov '15 1:51:32 PM by svenorzokarkoff
Seedy Part of L.A.
Macui took another drag and blew it put. The smoke curled around unnaturally and lingered far too long than it should have.
"No yes, I understand that. It's great and all, but that shit doesn't pay the bills. I got a famiglia to run here, Di."
He tipped some ash off his cigar.
"And have you considered working for me in the.. consolation market? You generally look like you fit the bill. I'll turn a blind eye to the occasional Bacchanalia if you do."
The Don leaned forward. "But you know I'm not a patient man."
G was here - 2/9/24

Sometime in the late 21st century.
A week from Thanksgiving.
10:00 PM.
The City
◊ of Angels.
If there was any city on Earth that represented the effects of commercialism and the rapid growth of technology that continues to invade every aspect of life, it was this one. A huge, bustling city of millions, with every kind of town environment to the tallest most imposing skyscrapers, to the cutest little suburb, every part of Los Angeles had changed in some way, like the rest of the world. The times have brought not only the largest boon in medical advances, cybernetics, artificial intelligence, robotics, and self-driving flying cars. It also brought a new era in religion, where mythologies all over the world were changed forever. Gods of all kinds, once worshiped, were now common place among the people, treated like celebrities and superheroes, or terrorists and villains. It was unlikely to go a week without a major protest or violent situation of a group of mortals angry at once of the ones that had decided to make themselves public.
Floating cars and buses transported civilians, mortals uncaring of the world around them, only thinking of what to eat, or when they can get home to catch up our their favorite streams, or chatting up their friendly A.I.s.
Los Angeles had always represented a city of change. People flocked there to reinvent themselves, calling out for something new, something bigger. And the winds of changed called to the Gods too. They lived amongst the mortals, some of them benevolent, many of them not. There was always many things going on, whether it was one prideful God claiming a bank was built on their sacred grounds and threatening to kill all the tellers, or if it was another God getting ready to sacrifice innocent people and spill their blood on the street. The city was lively with action, and the mortals kept their sanity with entertainment, technology, fashion and commerce of all kinds.
And it was from the KOSMOS Radio Tower, one of many towers in the city, that the boisterous, very opinionated god Janus spoke out to the masses, delivering news to the city, as well as his many controversial views and an eclectic mix of music. Janus had two faces, each with a different voice and personality, and each their very own personal viewpoint on the city, that allowed it to become the most popular radio station in the city. One voice loud, excitable and with a short temper, the other deep, cool and sensual.
"And welcome back, Dudes and Deities, we missed you oh so very much. It's a cool, calm 52 degrees tonight. We hope you're excited for Turkey next week, cause I know I am..."
"And how the HELL can you be thinking about stuffing your face at a time like this?! The city is going down the shitter, and it's thanks to self-centered Gods thinking they own the place. Look at what we've got here!"
"...There's quite a lot of news."
"Thanks to all the Gods in the city, those rich, white G As, the Godless Alliance are out protesting again in the city park, and of COURSE it's getting violent because it always does. Why don't any of these actually act like Gods and do something about them?! Give us some hellfire or something!"
"Actually, it looks like there's already a fire blazing in the park...It's looking really bad folks, so stir clear. Already word of injured and and dead, and folks still trapped in the fire. Hopefully the men and ladies in red will be able to help them out."
"It was probably some Fire Deity's fault, thinking they could scare the protesters away! And as if that wasn't bad enough we've got sea monsters landing up on the Santa Monica pier. 10 bucks says the Ferris Wheel's going in the water tonight!"
"And folks a word of warning...Be sure to stir clear of the Valley Bay lake, word is it's one of the Hawaiian Deities, angry at the tourists....Word is Hermaphroditus was fancying a swim. You know what that means. Any gents go in the water within the week won't stay completely gents when they come out..We're gonna turn it back to some more bops for the rest of the hour. Remember, you're listening to KOSMOS Radio. That's K.O.S.M.O.S. Radio...Where two heads—"
"ARE BETTER THAN ONE!"
Always something going on in the city, and always a god looking to take advantage of some mortal, or maybe a mortal wising up, and swindling a god out of a soulless contract. Anything was possible in this age, and things would only get stranger and stranger. With so many Gods running about, most people didn't really think of them as Gods so much anymore. They were celebrities, icons, and so little were really worshiped. In a time where the measure of your worth was judged by Twitter and Instagram followers, and how many people tuned into your streams and TV shows, or how many people showed up to your concert, it was getting harder and harder to tell who were the true Gods.
((So that's the start. Feel free to make up your own thing or event you are doing in the city, or go to one of the ones that I've started that I will oversee, it really doesn't matter. Really encouraged you to interact with other players, both in cooperation and conflict. The gods haven't all necessarily met, but unless you have a God that really doesn't care, most will have at least heard of each other in passing!))
edited 13th Nov '15 6:15:41 PM by Saturn