Oct. 26th, 2011 09:22 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Poseidon was a wreck without his mortal 'Amphitrite'. Chelsea had been gone for nearly a week now and it was slowly picking away the tough layers revealing a very vulnerable man in return. He would move heaven and earth to have a tight lock on those that clipped him so tight. His chest hurt, a worry grew that he hadn't thought possible for the girl he'd stripped from her mother those ten years ago. This was exactly the reaction Chelsea had been hoping for, sadly she wasn't there to gloat it in his face. She just knew. In the meantime he'd sent his Nereids to do the dirty work, yet there was no headway and Poseidon was getting restless, angrier by the minute.]

This has gone on long enough. Produce that kid at my doorstep or I will sink what's left of this city. Hurricane Irene stands nothing on me.

Edit: Hades, Dite, let's hope you two kids haven't been making plans without me. Know anything?


Oct. 17th, 2011 10:19 am
[identity profile] solid-gaze.insanejournal.com
Someone slipped their leash I see.


Oct. 13th, 2011 01:57 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Since returning from the maenad hunt, Poseidon achieved what he set out to. He may not have all of them in his possession, but three was one up from the rest and better than none. During his trip however, Chelsea had been under Triton's care. While the boy had done well, his girl was safe, she now had fanciful ideas of learning Russian and trying to tell him what to do. 

"You never told me you were in a gulag," Chelsea said to Poseidon as he sat down on the couch with a glass of whiskey. It burned a little more than usual and his brows crossed.

"Where did you hear that?" Without a second thought she waved it off to Triton. Poseidon had never made mention of his other lives to anyone. Not Aphrodite, not Medusa, not Chelsea's mother, and definitely not Chelsea. It made him angry, even more so when she was defiant on learning it as if it would impress him. Their argument spiraled more, causing him to up and leave when she asked him about Medusa. The girl was young, not yet learned in the ways of love, but she could tell there was a spark in her father's interest with the snake woman. She'd never even seen him look at her mother in that way.]

Always nice to have an extra hand or two around the office. I think I'm getting used to this gig and my new employees. Show them a little money, a place to crash and they do whatever you ask. Reminds me of old days.

Triton, I hear  you're teaching Chelsea Russian? Perhaps you could have informed me before opening that fish-mouth of yours.
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Filter: Triton]
Plans have been changed, kid. You're going to be in New York a little longer. Make yourself useful and email your professors. Need you to babysit.

Pack your stuff, baby got a plane ticket with your name on it.


Sep. 24th, 2011 03:32 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
My, my, can't let someone else have all the fun. What's going on in the water there, Dionysus? I feel a little left out.

In the meantime, the old dolphin riding son of mine has paid a visit. Play nice and I won't throw you into a theme park before you go back home. Smile pretty.


Sep. 23rd, 2011 09:18 pm
[identity profile] aegletes.insanejournal.com
Bloody hell. Just saw the news. First the little miss down by the fish market, and now a bar burning to the ground with all the patrons still inside...

Oh, brother of mine, just what is it you're up to?
[identity profile] solid-gaze.insanejournal.com
She didn't want to do this. She could still see him in her mind's eye, her memory might as well be soaked in his scent, but she had to make a decision. Even for as cold as she could be she recognized that delaying things wouldn't be fair.

Hey, it's me.
[identity profile] asphodelcrowned.insanejournal.com
I don't want to think about all this weird stuff anymore.
Impromptu survey!
What are the best parts of being who you are now?

For me, it's definitely California itself. And Mom. And the chance to get my hands dirty.


Sep. 20th, 2011 10:42 am
[identity profile] solid-gaze.insanejournal.com
He came to see me yesterday.


Sep. 19th, 2011 12:07 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Poseidon didn't get up to go to work Monday morning, spending most of the day in bed. His headache had finally started to cease since the other night, and Chelsea used it to her advantage to stay out of school.

"Dad?" Chelsea said crawling onto the bed beside him and moving his arm from his face. He responded with a grunt, straining to open his eyes. She curled up beside him. "You have to take me to school."

"Take the bus."

She looked him over. He'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days, sleeping more than he was out and that wasn't Poseidon. She didn't like seeing him weak in any way. She laid her head down against his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Dad, come on. Let's have breakfast."]

Nice to own your own firm. Can do what you like. Nice to sleep in for a morning, though I will miss flirting with the secretary. She's got a nice set of legs.


Sep. 18th, 2011 04:48 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
You okay? He wont talk.


Sep. 17th, 2011 09:27 pm
[identity profile] aegletes.insanejournal.com
[Phone Call To Medusa]

Medusa? Darling? Are you okay? Has Poseidon done anything to hurt you?


Sep. 14th, 2011 12:54 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
Got a task for you baby. Do what I say and you'll be rewarded.


Sep. 13th, 2011 12:55 am
[identity profile] heraldofthedeep.insanejournal.com
Okay, fine. I followed the link, registered, and now I'm here.

Will someone please explain why it's so damned important I join the community?


Sep. 12th, 2011 12:58 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[When Poseidon came back into town, he'd settled into his favorite chair before getting an annoyed phone call from Chelsea. Though she'd been in q hurry to be picked up, she'd remained eerily quiet the whole ride. She wasn't about to tell her father that she'd contacted Hades about her mother. She felt torn between keeping it from Poseidon or just asking---but asking about her mother always ended in argument and the specific rule that she was not to go looking. She was fifteen now, what did he expect? She may have understood in the last few weeks about her father--but she was still his daughter.]

Despite the handsome face, I wasn't born yesterday. Is that all I get when I come back into town, is the cold shoulder?


Aug. 26th, 2011 09:58 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Poseidon checked the phonelines, getting a blank dial-tone as he looked down at the madness below. Chelsea had taken to his room wrapping herself into the covers since he insisted on staying. 'Just a little water' he said as if a hurricane was no big deal. Maybe to him, but to her it was still a little unnerving. She was worried for her friends when she'd heard that loud whirling noise outside. Yet, here her dad was flipping on classical rock with a glass of gin in his hand.

"Dad really?" Chelsea said with a groan.

To Poseidon the wind and rain was calming. If she'd been an immortal child of the sea she would have known that. She was still young yet. He flopped down on the bed where she sat in a black lump under the sheet.

"Baby girl if anything comes flying through that window that sheet isn't going to do a fucking thing." She groaned again sliding it off her head as he laughed.

"You're Poseidon, make it stop!" she huffed.

"Oh, baby what's the fun in that?"

He laughed again downing his drink, trying not to think about anyone else he may question was sitting through this. He took another swallow of his drink. ]

[Filter: Medusa]
Staying dry, baby?

Oh, why kick up a fuss. It's a little wind and rain. If the Statue goes under then you can thank me.


Aug. 26th, 2011 08:29 pm
[identity profile] solid-gaze.insanejournal.com
The hurricane did the impossible. It picked up in force and speed, catching all of them off guard. The last they knew it was hitting the Carolinas and maybe travel up the coast, but by the time it got to New York it was supposed to have dissapated. Instead it was bearing down on them fast. They hadn't had time to evacuate.

Not that she would have. She wouldn't have left her darlings, but she would have had a little more time to prepare. There wasn't much she could do for her apartment. The windows didn't have shutters, and she wouldn't have crawled out onto the ledge to hammer plywood over them. The most she could do was move the cages into closets in case the wind blew in the windows. Fortunately, they were stackable, and once she had all of them set she moved chairs or tables in front of the closet doors for more security.

Then she did the ridiculous. She took to the streets. She knew better than to wear loose clothing, sticking to jogging clothes and no coat. When she gained the outside she was shocked. The streets were emptied of people, and on a Friday night even this early it was unheard of. There were the occasional police cruiser with the driver on their speaker telling people to get off the streets but she didn't hear them. The wind drowned out everything kicked up and focused as it was between the buildings on the grids that were the city's streets. What rain there was already became small projectiles born on that wind and she sneered as it stung her skin. Taking shelter in the entrance to her building she waited for the cop cars to clear out then took off running towards Central Park. She had to secure the specimens in her lab, check the displays and most importantly, make sure that scale Seth brought her was safe.]


Aug. 18th, 2011 09:06 pm
[identity profile] enosichthon.insanejournal.com
[Chelsea has noticed since her father's return that something is different and has since attempted to contact his brother about what may or may not have happened since last Friday. She doesn't trust Medusa, and is wary of Aphrodite though she's been the only constant womanly figure in her life. She doesn't like seeing her father weak, or seeing someone take her place. Poseidon is her father, in which she will be just as dastardly jealous of him if she chooses.]

Another week before the brat goes to school. Suddenly, she has things to talk about and expressing interest in driving. I'll sooner throw this damn city under water. Remember Atlantis, baby girl? Keep that in mind when you talk about driving or being driven by high school seniors. It's like watching bunnies scream. I rather miss the older days when handiwork like that was admired.


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