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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Dec 24, 2018 21:53:07 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Dec 24, 2018 21:53:07 GMT

Achilles stared at the rippling, golden portal in awe. How he got here, how he was at the very moment of entering the one place that, to a being who took comfort in the wrappings of shadow and darkness, was an utter nightmare. Then again, there was no other road than the one to Hell to get what you really wanted. What your heart craved, what your soul desired, what you simply could not live without. Some men could not live without wealth or fame. Neither of those things quite tickled the man's fancy. Vanity was one thing, and Theocelese knew that the annals of history would remember him in only two ways. There would be some who absolutely feared him and what he could do--even if they snickered at him and faked bravado, deep down, they were the ones who would have pissed themselves if they were ever forced to fight him. They knew what he was deep down, but they did not know what he was truly capable of. That aspect, perhaps was the looming spike waiting to be driven threw the hearts of his enemies. And then there would be others who revered the Grecian. He played the parts of father, brother, leader, and confidant to many. This lot too knew what Theocelese could do, and would do, if the motivations were proper. But that was the thing--they were proper, and in many eyes, just. If you were incapable of taking punishment, physical or mental, Theocelese was there for you and in being there for you, you had to have some sliver of decency in your soul.

"You never told me why you're helping me, Bastet. You were always more inclined to women and children rather than men. And cats. Though I can't say I could resist the charm of a good cat myself." The hero of old said, eyes locked onto the gateway before him. He didn't dare remove them.

Bastet, in her current form, resembled something like an 80's female action star. Her raven hair matched the leathers worn and whip attached at her hip, and her green eyes bore into the man who was once mortal. She should of expected someone from a different Pantheon to not have as much respect from those who once, and still worshiped her. The goddess wore a slight pout on her face, as if wanting to make the male guess...but time was of the essence, after all. Maybe she would make him answer his own question.

"And you learned of me in school, yes? Tell me what you know of me." Bastet replied, the pout shifting to a Cheshire grin.

Achilles still refused to break his gaze, and he pondered the riddle-like reply.
"I know you like women, children, and cats. You protect them, as well as your followers' homes from evil spirits and sickness. Your father is Ra, another sun god."
Short, simple, and to the point of what he actually knew. The feline goddess laughed in a bit of a dramatic fashion, one hand raising and the pristine, clawed fingers covering her black-painted lips.

"Correct, all of it. Though there is much to me you do not know. I also went by the titles of The Lady of Dread and Slaughter. In the oldest of times, Sekhmet and I were associated as the defenders of the innocent, we avenged those whom were wronged. My son, in this current life of yours, you do remind me of him." The woman said a big longingly, and through body language alone the Arrancar could tell that subject shouldn't be broached at this point in time. He remained silent, allowing Bastet to continue. Not that he had the choice in the matter, and not like he wanted to interrupt anyways. As far as he was concerned, this was just business.

"Achilles...in the many years since our followers were conquered and forced to a new path of belief, we gods and goddesses could only sit back and watch. Some, like yourself, were born again countless times on our behalf. Our motivations are our own, and I hate to put it like this...but even we Immortals grow bored of watching the world move on as the sands of time slip in between our fingers. Myself and some others from Egypt have witnessed your story, as have many with us. I am aiding you for many reasons, Achilles. I believe your plight is not a just thing...and as one of my associations implies...I would see you taken care of. Just as you have taken care of so many others, putting them before yourself. You paid the ultimate sacrifice for love twice, and I would not see it come to a third, and final time. Your wife also does not deserve to be held captive by that youngling brute, either. If you fail, we both know what is to become of her. Apollo would keep her as a trophy, and force her to have his children. I know you do not wish to hear such things, no man wants to think of such a fate for his wife, but you must hear these words no one else has the guts to say.

She is an...interesting being. One wronged because of her ties to you. It sickens me to know such a talented and smart woman was taken in such a manner. Her fate hangs in the balance, and I would not have her be a victim until Time's End." The leather-clad woman said what needed to be said, and she knew some of what she said would have kept that inferno of a temper raging. Now there needed to be balance. Bastet gave Achilles a few pats on his head, glad he hadn't put on that....absolutely horrible creation his pill friend made, and Apollo gave some life to. There was more spoken of "behind the scenes", as it were, but the Grecian didn't need to know that.

"At this point, I'll take as much help as I can get. Thank you."Personally, Theocelese didn't care much for the gods, but Sophia humbled him not too long ago to express some gratitude. These old beings didn't need to help either of them, but they were. At the very least, he could be grateful. Still...a single question lingered on his mind. One that Bastet already knew.

"What is it? Wondering what I want in exchange for my aid?"

The silence that followed was exacerbated by the trepidation of what this ancient woman wanted in return for her help. It could have been anything, and he wasn't in a position to deny whatever request was asked of him. They all wanted something, and it was never a simple, even if they made it out to be. Achilles didn't need to be told that whatever Bastet said wouldn't be the whole truth. And he was right. What Bastet knew of the possible outcomes of the future, she wasn't going to say, but she wasn't going to be in the way of a vengeful sword. They all knew what the outcome of this tragedy was going to be, and those who sided with the Arrancar did so with the notion that his path of vengeance might not be sated with the ending of just one these ancient beings. The thought made the goddess shudder internally.

"Don't fail her, Achilles."

Last Edit: Dec 24, 2018 21:58:06 GMT by THEOCELESE

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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Dec 26, 2018 2:10:00 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Dec 26, 2018 2:10:00 GMT

Two Days Earlier

Athena hadn't sent more than an owl carrying a scroll this time around. There was no need, and now with Odysseus...or Ain...or whatever she wanted to be called, freed from all of this, the wisest of her brothers and sisters was keen on playing catch up. If not to make up for lost time, then to make sure that Athena was able to put a nice little leash around her favorite soul. Not a literal one, to be sure, but suffice it to say that she was not going to let Odysseus get taken out for such a long time again. For an afternoon, Achilles, Odysseus and Athena spent the time talking about the many going ons in the world, they ate and drank, and of course, the main topic as to why they were here and now in this particular circumstance. Achilles reveled in the question of how to gain entrance into Apollo's slice of the universe, figuring the gods would have some secret quest for him to accomplish, and then they would provide him the means to a doorway. Such was not the case, as Athena explained:

"Yes, we are gods and goddesses. But our individual realms are our own, given to us by Zeus and Hepheastus. We cannot barge into another's home, as per the customs of hospitality. We must be invited in. Just the same, none barring my father and the Forge God can enter here without my say so." Athena seemed almost relieved to not have to worry about any of Apollo's cronies managing their way in to ruin a well needed break from the harshness of realism.

"What of Nyx. She was more than capable of giving me ample truth of what you spoke of." Achilles murmured, sharply twisting off the bottle cap of a well brewed Stout. He drank when the reply came.

"Well...she is one of the oldest and strongest of us. I'd wager she wants you to solve this without our intervention. That, and the artifacts Apollo has in his possession would render such aid null." A quiet, but tense moment took hold now. Then, casual as can be, Ain grinned and laughed. With the cap to Achilles' beer, she twiddled with it in one hand. In the other, she held a glass of bourbon from an old bottle. Had he been in more of a harder mood, Achilles would have gladly poured a glass of his own.

"Have any of you thought about searching for one of these other old coots from a different religion from a different country? You're real," Odysseus paused for a moment, "Why wouldn't say...the Aztec gods not be?" Ain asked. Then, with the faces of the other woman and man having gone blank, she realized that never crossed their brains. Not even once. With a slight chuckle, she took another sip from her drink. She flicked the cap at Achilles, hitting him right on the bridge of the nose. He didn't recoil, but instead just maintained that blank expression on his scarred face. Theocelese blinked, and put a hand to his jaw, rubbing it slightly.

"I didn't think that was...allowed...it never crossed my mind..." He muttered into the bottle before taking a big swig out of the bottle.

"Such a thing is forbidden, a pact made between the gods of the old world. We do not encroach on one another, and we stick to the regions our followers were strongest." Athena added.

'Well no wonder nobody decided to think of the easiest option' Ain mused to herself. It was just her luck to have just blurted out the potentially easiest solution to this crisis, and it took her all but a couple of minutes of using her brain. She still hadn't been able to completely comprehend the nature of her soul's origin, but this moment seemed to solidify it. "Think about it. Who is to say that someone like Ra couldn't be able to stick a crowbar into Apollo's home turf. He's a sun god too, and if he has his own little dimension, it has to be similar to the one you're trying to get into." Seemed to make sense to her, at least. If you have one thief who knows how to open a particular lock, there has to be another thief with the same knowledge out there somewhere. It just happened that these particular "thieves" were actually few in relative numbers, but information on them now a days was so readily available it would be absolutely impossible to not find another deity who was affiliated with the sun.

"I'm not going to lie...I actually feel somewhat foolish by not having thought of that already." Achilles replied, unable to keep himself from laughing at how absurd this new-found plan was. The man killed the rest of his beer before fishing out a cigarette, one of the last few in the pack. He'd given up the habit for Sophia some time ago, and she still didn't know that if he was just an ordinary man, cancer would have done him in just a few years ago. With a clear direction of what he needed to do, it was best to get ready to quit again. As he lit the stick, Theocelese rose to his feet from the plush chair and began gathering his things.

"Leaving so soon?" Athena asked

"Business needs tending to. No point in sitting around anymore. Thanks Ain. Athena." He nodded to the goddess, fingers tapping to open his own portal.

"Welcome. Give'em Hell, Theo." Ain said, knowing that finally, her involvement in this crazy turn of events was for the most part, over. Her head ached at the remembering of so much work that needed to be caught up on, and then figuring out a way to explain her prolonged absence. Maybe she'd just stay here, and worry about all that later.

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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Dec 30, 2018 7:34:52 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Dec 30, 2018 7:34:52 GMT

Two Days Earlier: Continued

With some semblance of where he could start, Theocelese left the presence of the two other old souls and emerged in the middle of the Mediterranean, high above the rolling waves of the wine dark sea. The bright sun wasn't much a bother at the moment, and the warmth against his skin felt nice. Any time he could feel something underneath the prison cell he called skin, it felt nice. There were only a few people and things that held some sort of sway with the universe in that he had no problems feeling direct contact. One of those people, well, obviously he was set to task to saving. Theocelese yearned to feel that touch again, and having found himself in what was almost the home stretch, he pondered exactly where to go next. Should he head to the Nordic territories, and seek to speak with someone from Asgard? Or the Americas? Something stuck out about the prospect of heading South across the sea to Egypt. It was the way Ain said it that had the man scratching at his bearded jawline.

At the height of Hellenic power, Alexander The Great did hold claim to some of Egypt. Would it stand to reason that, on some level, the pantheon of gods that resided in that region could be accessed? The choice to go there was a gamble, as it was with going anywhere with this pursuit. Theocelese didn't know who would hear him out, or who would bring a blade to bear against him. One thing was for certain, and that only the best behavior was now needed. No more time to lose.

"Now all I have to do is figure out how to get in touch with Them."

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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Jan 6, 2019 8:09:19 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Jan 6, 2019 8:09:19 GMT

Two Days Earlier: Continued

To Theocelese, the best place to start was a tourist destination. One with old, surviving shrines and pestering guides. That wasn't a problem to find, and as is the case with most countries, a good source of revenue for the country. What Theocelese found was more artifacts-in-glass-cases than shrines out in the open. It made him miss visiting to ruins at Delphi, what a lovely place that held so much meaning to his past. Post-marriage, a trip was always made out that way for one reason or another. Sometimes, sneaking in was the only way to accomplish the goal on the minds of two young lovers. Others, just money for souvenirs.

Now, Theocelese knew that there was no real reason to be in the false body he seemed fond of using as of late. He didn't need an interaction with a mortal, though he did come prepared to make an offering of sorts. It wasn't a whole goat or the lard from oxen, but rather a few candles, some incense, and the blood of an old hero. A small collection of objects pertaining to Ra caught the Arrancar's eyes, and he approached it with haste. With no one in the closed down museum, he didn't need to worry about the random person or two who could see him, and with this in mind, Theocelese set about the items brought with. With the candle's light enlarging the tendrils of smoke on the surfaces around him, the Grecian took out a small plate crafted from gold and placed his hand above it. Using his own blade, Theocelese slit open his palm, letting the deepest recesses of the plate pool with red. The damaged flesh healed almost instantly with the retraction of his abused hands.

With his shield on his left, and weapons on his right, the Arrancar moved to his knees and clasped both hands together in prayer.

"I come from a different land, from a different time, but I am here none-the-less. Would it be possible that I not seek outside aid, my presence would not be felt by you. But I am here now, and I humbly must ask for your guidance, wisdom, and power. Know that any task required, any artifact retrieved, or any man, woman, or monster that may need to be slain to garner your favor, it will be done. No question, no mercy. Please...I beg for your audience."

All the words spoken quietly to the homebrew shrine could be scrutinized and found for there to be nothing but truth and sincerity to come from them. Theocelese had fought in more than his fair share of conflicts, tasted the biting tongues of thirsty blades, saw the truly terrifying majesty of magics of all kinds, and yet, they were nothing compared to this torture. This agony. With such a weight, and the truth of knowing the possible outcomes, Theocelese discarded his notion of being able to right the wrongs of the past with no other interference. While it was made clear to him that he would have to walk this path alone, it did not mean others could not help stack the odds in his favor as much as possible. Seran and @gage used their brains and creative flairs to construct a suit of armor that was almost as durable as the Arrancar himself when using Resurrección with just as equally deadly armaments too. The gods of his region provided insight and the knowledge needed to find the right course of action, and Sophia....She provided Theocelese with something that no others could ever provide. Absolute conviction in his resolve. Apollo would be dead, and his wife would finally be freed from one her own torment.

Several minutes passed as the Arrancar continued his vigil, as if the one he sought to speak with were contemplating this turn of events. No being flashed beside him, causing the flames to flicker and the whirling lines of scented smoke to poof out. Rather, the blood set out in offering began to bubble and curdle. Seemed like someone was going to answer after all.

It wasn't anything Theocelese was honestly expecting, a black cat of a breed native to the land sauntering on by with a rodent weakly squirming in the jaws of the predator that killed it. The cat paid no mind to the Arrancar for some time, but did turn back to acknowledge him. Waiting. By body language alone, he could tell that the cat knew of his presence. It hadn't turned back to check it's rear for safety, and this is what led him to believe that the entity he was looking for was right there. Maybe Ra was deciding to appear in an...unorthodox method. Theocelese saw Ra's painted images as a creature of another design, and came to realize that it was just a normal, every day cat who managed to either sneak in the building, or did so without being able to get out. Then he took notice of the physical signs of pregnancy.

"You probably want out of here, huh?" Theocelese asked the cat, as he was opt to do under any circumstance. With a groan, the Grecian stood to his feet and began walking towards the cat, who in turn proceeded forward. The Arrancar followed the feline not to the entrance, but to a maintenance area that was left unlocked. There was a small set up for a cat, a couple of litter boxes, a food and empty water bowl and the like. Maybe the cat lived here and added some flair to the museum. Cats were important creatures in the old faiths, after all. Looking around, Theocelese observed this probably doubled as a break room for some of the staff, and the small, makeshift kitchen set up confirmed that. "Let's get you some water, mama cat." He said out loud, and went to pillage the fridge. Thankfully, he found a couple of liters of water, unopened, and used one to refill the mother-to-be's water bowl.

The building's pet rubbed against his legs, tail poised high and curved almost in the shape of a question mark. Where it stashed the rodent...he didn't know. As far as the dealings with his new friend were concerned, she was taken care of. "I wish I could stay and make sure you're alright, but I've much to do. I'll come back to visit you and the kittens." He continued to talk to the cat, only this time he gave it a good scratch on the chin. Just as he turned to head out, a curious thing fell upon his eyes. The door he entered was no longer there. Theocelese frowned, brows furrowing.

That was a kind act, sir. Thank you. A soft and soothing. feminine voice pressed against him from all sides. Theocelese crossed both arms, retracting his growing, unpleasant demeanor.

"She needed water. Any decent person would have given her some." He responded quietly.

But how many people would have actually gotten the gut feeling to follow her? The voice asked.

"Pardon the abrupt question but...have you heard the things I spoke earlier?" Theocelese changed the subject as he felt it needed to. The presence he felt was similar to the one he felt from Nyx and Athena and the entire entourage of other gods, goddesses, and old-world beings. Couldn't be from any modern power-houses, that was a separate world entirely. "The gods may assume whatever form they wish, it seems like a common ability amongst your kind. I expected you to come as man or some kind of bird."

I'm not exactly my father...but yes, yes I did. I've heard you take a liking to cats and wanted to see for myself. What I saw seemed genuine enough that I felt taking this risk was the right thing to do.

"So why do you not show yourself to me? What child of Ra am I speaking with?" These games were fast growing old. "I'll be frank with you, I would prefer to know whether you may be able to assist me in breaking into Apollo's realm." There was no need to offer his services again. This one heard him, and already knew the price he was willing to pay came close to having no limitations. The Arrancar brought a cigarette to his lips, one of the few remaining in his pack. He lit the stick, and began pacing around the room patiently.

I am Bastet, Achilles. I can, and will see you to your destination.

Silence followed this. Still unable to detect where the goddess truly placed herself, he pulled a hefty drag from the glowing stick. Smoke billowed out in front of him, and for a few moments, Theocelese thought the woman to continue. She did not. A hand rose in conjunction of his lips forming a frown, the gesture itself made sure he didn't need to say 'So...Is that it?' Was this just another game? And is this how others felt when his mind worked in the strange ways it did. The response to this was for Bastet to make her grand appearance at last, though it was one the man wasn't quite expecting. A black cat, similar to the one now resting in a small pile of pillows and blankets, sauntered from behind a stack of boxes. Instinctively, Theocelese walked to her. "I was expecting someone more...humanoid...but this is acceptable." He couldn't help but to crack a grin. If there was anything that could unmake a bad mood for him, it was a cat.

I'll explain more the next we meet, Achilles. Just know my help comes unconditionally for the time being, but all I ask in return is that you go home and rest. When you wake up, you'll have yourself a visitor. One from your home, and he will give you the last bit of help from others you will receive. He will depart, and from there, what you can do for me is to reach out to those you know and care for. Tell them that you have one more night to rest, and in two days when you wake up for the second time, you will go about the rituals of the old days. Eat hearty, ready yourself for battle. Then you will meet me in the one place that is most meaningful to you.

He stared at the talking cat, and felt a knot in his gut. It wasn't fear, or uncertainty, but more a sense of dread at what would be needed of him to garner this gift. Theocelese gulped dryly, and puffed at the cigarette. "I find no reason to make arguments. Two days it is. You know where to be?"

Yes. It's hard to pin-point out of the three locations you'll choose, but I imagine you find a stroll next to the ocean wonderful. Go now, you've yet to reach the hard road. The look Theocelese gave the goddess all the affirmation she needed. He then nodded and stood up, and rather than heading for the door, made a dimensional gateway of his own via Garganta to return to Las Noches.

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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Jan 8, 2019 18:35:37 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Jan 8, 2019 18:35:37 GMT

One Day Earlier

After the quick encounter with the Egyptian goddess, Theocelese did as instructed, as there was no possible advantage to defying the only being who reached out in response to his pleas. Go home, rest, and when he was to wake, there was to be a visitor. A return to consciousness the following day proceeded with several heavy raps on his door. It was after a long, hot bath and dressing in fresh clothes that the noise came to his senses. And so, Theocelese answered the door, somewhat shocked and slightly alarmed that he saw a woman bearing the crests and sigils meticulously and professionally etched and carved into bronzed armor. Behind the red-haired woman, an additional nineteen armed men, waiting in the long hallway with their backs to the wall in a more or less at-ease type of formation. He knew who these people were, and what Lord they loyally served.

"I wasn't aware my fellow....countrymen.....would be so bold enough to come to this place." The Arrancar looked from the Captain, to those under her command. "Would you all like something to eat or drink?" Theocelese asked, finding the act of being hospitable to guests was something he dearly missed. There were times that company wasn't wanted, but whoever else didn't wish to have their solitude disturbed?

Gladly, Achilles. My father has sent me to speak of business.

"Will this be a long affair?" He replied in turn, exiting his chambers to walk side by side with the Captain. As they passed each soldier, they would fall into line behind the two in robotic fashion and marched behind them.

I was given as much time as needed to complete my orders. Remain respectful, and formal.

"I see." Down the halls, corridors and stairways the War Band followed their host. In most normal circumstances, he'd lead guests to the diner. In this particular instance, the bar seemed to be a better choice. He knew that water wasn't exactly what was on the troops' minds. The collective group looked unsurprisingly out of place here. Clad in their bronze-age era style of dress and speaking in their native tongue, there were no similarities between them and the Arrancar residents, other than having human forms. Even with his mask fragments, Theocelese, for the first time, looked like he didn't really belong here.

Now inside the bar proper, Theocelese looked around, extending his arm in gesture for the group to sit where they pleased. "It is not my place to order your men...but if they would kindly remain at ease while I fetch the wine" With the Captain's nod, the men took to putting a few tables together so they could sit well enough together. One them assisted Theocelese in retrieving several bottles of wine, and while he was at it, a few loaves of bread with seasoned oil and cheese were brought as well. In the time it took the two men to gather these things, the Captain let her shield and spear rest against the counter, while her helmet was left on the counter itself. She'd taken a seat at the bar, and rather than waiting for wine, she opted for one of the many bottles of rotgut that replaced the more refined selection they used to have. By the time Theocelese returned, he saw the woman nursing a shotglass' worth of the rancid concoction.

Thank you for being cooperative as a host with little notice.

"For you, anytime. Now, can we proceed with whatever business there is to tend to?" It was a difficult thing to not take a look at that kind of a woman and feel some semblance of respect and attraction. Her face was worn, but there was a radiance of strength in her eyes. This woman was no stranger to battle, and looked to be a bit run ragged. But why though? Surely there wasn't any problem finding him here. What with all the bickering the old ones may or may not have been doing amongst one another, surely his whereabouts were not some top secret information.

Yes...well, my father instructed me to bring something for you, He said it was to be attached to that war engine you're to pilot. I'm not completely aware of what it is, but I imagine he and Athena may have conversed briefly. The Captain said, suddenly knocking back in one swift motion. She nodded to one of the men who was just a little bit more armored than the rest, and his armaments appearing to be of a slightly more brutal nature. From his belt, he set upon the counter a simple leather pouched. Whatever was inside wasn't too large in nature, but it sure sounded heavy. Theocelese opened it, plucking out the shape of an owl built in some sort of hextech manner. The owl split in half, revealing a datajack. They called him Bubo once upon a time. Just plug him in and you're good to go.

"To what end do I owe this generosity, Captain?" The blunt question was asked as Theocelese poured himself a small glass of the swill the red-head was currently drinking.

Nothing. And I mean that in all honesty, Achilles. Some of us just want to see the odds stacked in your favor.

Again, Theocelese had to ask himself why? He knew this endeavor was not one that would be done and over with at no great cost. The risk was the greatest he'd ever seen, and the resources that were being expended were higher than any he'd ever known. Theocelese knocked back the drink in one motion, knowing full well at this point he was going to need several more before he even felt the effects of the rotgut start to hit him. To the Captain, this was a bit disconcerting. She glared at the man before her in complete scrutiny, trying to gauge whether or not this fabled soul had turned out to be nothing more than a murder-hungry, vengeful, drunkard. Theocelese glared back, and with no words expressed, only the look upon his face, more or less said 'How can you look at me with such a gaze when you're handling the same drink with as much fortitude as I?'

The return gesture caused the glare to break slightly, creating a somewhat nervous tension in the air. Theocelese burst the stagnant silence with a clearing of his throat, and moved to rub his fingers threw his beard. "Thank you for the gift, and give Ares my thanks as well. Please take a bottle back with you as a token of my gratitude. Take as much time as you need to rest, then return home at your leisure." He thought this to be the end of the visit. War band received, tended to, gift given, and now it was time to begin getting preparations ready with what Bastet asked of him.

Appreciated. However, I am curious...do you even know what you're getting yourself into? Do you have a grasp on the place you're even going to?

Theocelese looked at the Captain blankly. "No. I was under the assumption that once I'm where I need to be, I'll find myself immediately under attack. Apollo won't approach me head on, he'll throw wave after wave at me until I shoot, rend, and kill my way to what I presume is some elegant palace." The glass he drank from was refilled, thanks to the Captain, who then refilled her own glass in turn.

You're partly right...

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telikí enérgeia[Pvt/plot] Jan 21, 2019 7:39:12 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Jan 21, 2019 7:39:12 GMT

One Day Earlier: Continued

You see, what you're about to step into is something like...a massive population center spanning for hundreds of kilometers. Most of the people there are many who worshiped Apollo in the old day, as well as the few fringe cults many of the gods have in modern times. At the center of it all would indeed be this elegant palace you speak of. I've never seen it personally, though I imagine it is more convoluted than what my own father calls home. These places are much like the human world. Where you're going, everyone has it good. Some have it better than others....this should be no surprise. You're not going to be able to just carve your path to the heart of Apollo's own home. Almost the entire majority will come after you, so it is advised to try and lose their trail. Bubo can, and will help with that.

"Curious little thing you've brought me....Can't say I'm surprised to know there are probably thousands looking to drag my carcass to their master." Theocelese studied the little mechanical owl some more before getting to his feet. "I think its time to see what little Bubo does when woken up. Come with me, I trust your men will be on their best behaviour."

The Captain nodded, and followed her host to the more creative part of Las Noches. Through hallways and corridors, to the security door and to where the mechanized suit of war was parked the two went. As instructed, Theocelese found a proper port and plugged the owl into the war suit. It came to life in a series of beeps and chimes, though a ghastly, mechanized voice spoke through the speaker systems. It identified itself as, drum roll please, Bubo. Then it went on about initializing system, and after, a small time window until Bubo was ready. The talk was little more than idle chit-chatting, one asking questions and the other answering. Theocelese learned a good deal about what Ares' personal domain was like. The people there were more warrior culture than most others but that should have been expected. When at last the owl was finished doing what it was doing, it released a series of beeps and chirps with the indication it was ready. The order to run diagnostics was given, and Bubo began the explanation of what it was, and what it could do.

Bubo was something like an artificial intelligence, and its main purpose was to help Theocelese pilot the battle suit, act as a battlefield informant, and it could run and operate other mechanisms and systems the suit held. Additional systems were added to the war gear, as well as side equipment. The biggest and most important function was what formed in the suit's palm. An ancient coin made of gold and etched with brass. On one side was the heraldry of Ares, and on the other, Theocelese's own. The symbol was a hybrid blend of both of the Arrancar's most important lives. Bubo could make create one of these, but the coin was not for bartering purposes. Apparently Ares had some serious reason to be invested in this in whatever way he indirectly could be, as the coin was something to the effect of a war relic, and as such, could alter its form to be different variations of weaponry including both melee and ranged arms. When the godly-crafted machine finished its explanations and such, it powered down along with the suit.

"I must say I'm rather impressed." Theocelese stared at what could ultimately become his tomb. The thought of dying came more than once, and as cliche as it sounded, the man truly didn't care if in his success at this final, drastic action, he was to die. His life wasn't what was important in the grand scheme of things. He didn't show the true thoughts on his face, but any smart person who knew the man could take some pretty easy guesses. In this moment, Theocelese felt the need to reflect on the coming days, and to do as his gracious ally asked of him. "I need to be alone for a little while, Captain. Apologies for being so...abrupt, but there are some things I must do. You and yours may stay and rest as you see fit. Thank you for coming."
I understand, Achilles. I trust once this is over, I may seek audience for some training? The Captain asked as Theocelese showed the woman to the area's exit. The door slid open, and the Arrancar gestured for her to go first. Theocelese followed after, guiding the Captain back to the bar and showing her where the troops could be sleep and be stationed for guard duty.

"To fight a daughter of Ares would be an honor. Thank you for considering me a suitable partner."

With the group taken care of, Theocelese returned to his personal chambers. After a long bath and contemplating what he would say to the ones he'd reach out to, the Arrancar dressed for bed, and for old times sake of getting back into the mentality of a normal life, he popped on old re-runs of some of the TV shows him or Sophia would put on before bed. With his communicator in hand, he began slowly drafting each individual piece of correspondence

Last Edit: Jan 21, 2019 7:41:25 GMT by THEOCELESE

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