Apollo

[While Apollo's voice sounds less defeated than it did before, it still carries that weight of dead, dark monotony.]

I have been told of your well-wishes, my friends, and I appreciate them... I apologize, for having left you on such short notice. As I told you before, what has happened is complicated and I am not... at liberty to divulge entirely what has happened to me.

I apologize.

[A pause; some background noise]

If you... wish to hold audience with me, please inform first his Highness, the Emperor Larsa Ferrinas Solidor for permission, as I am in his care.

Thank you, again, for your concern.

(Please, if you want Apollo to reply, make sure that your character replies via voice, so he can hear it!

As for who can see this, you should know who you are-- the lock is hackable, but not easily. Remember that.)

The recent influx of injuries that have befallen the members of our little community are nothing less than concerning -- I, of course, help as much as I can, but... I have found in doing so, in neglecting the problems of our own world and instead helping people of others, that my other patronages have grown faulty. Out of practice, if you will.

I know not the meaning of this, but it is extremely foreboding. My visions tell me nothing, instead, they are as though someone is switching a television from one channel to the next in my mind, granting me mere snippets of voice or picture; more often than not, it is completely blank. I do not ask that you imagine what it is like for he who is Light to experience Darkness, but let me tell you only this -- I am glad when it is over.

I do hope this passes quickly.

Hyacinthus~

I've selected our costumes for the Masquerade Ball tomorrow evening!

My, weren't the Olympics just... something else? It never fails to impress me, the absolute camaraderie countries manage to pull when put into a worldwide competition such as this; it is refreshing to see humanity proud of their physical accomplishments... it has been a long time since I have seen such sincerity in their pride. I miss that.

Mankind has come to consider themselves utterly indestructible and live for immediate gratification, and it is absolutely... mind blowing, for them, to see these athletes who have spent their entire lives for but a few moments in the spotlight. And, when they are injured, it is cause for the utmost despair -- how could this happen to our Olympians? These people, whom we have come to regard as Gods in their own right, they cannot get hurt, not at the pinnacle of their careers! It is refreshing, to say the least.

[Locked to Eros]

...Eros, who is the blonde young man I have seen about the house? And... forgive me, but-- are there two Blackouts? The former seems particularly skittish, I caught him rummaging through my collection of bows and he near had a fit, apologizing. He bowed out too quickly for me to tell him that I would mind it not if he were to borrow a couple.

The day dawned as the rest of them had during the run of the Olympics -- crisp and clear, the air absolutely abuzz with energy. The open curtains of the hotel room's large window exposed slats of golden light across the carpeted floor, prime for a certain god-turned-cat to roll over and bare his belly to warm in the light. As he rolled, his whiskers brushed against the unfamiliar plush carpet, its smell foreign and most definitely not his.

Apollo sat up abruptly, meowing in surprise -- where was he? This wasn't home! He got to his feet, meowing intermittently as he cautiously padded across the room, desperately looking for anything familiar. Hyacinth's duffel bag lay at the foot of the large bed where the boy slept -- Apollo was drawn to it immediately and purred, rubbing happily against it. Hyacinthus was here! But where? Where could he be, why did he bring him here? Apollo cried out hopefully, maybe he would hea-- what was that? The form on the bed shifted, exposing a shock of messy blonde hair. Hyacinthus! Elated, the orange tabby hopped onto the bed, mrriiaoo-ing as he slipped on the comforter, stopping here and there to rub at a knee, a hand. He was so happy! Hyacinth hadn't left him somewhere! But what was this new place? He still didn't know, but he would have to wake the boy, maybe he'd tell him.

One of Hyacinth's legs had kicked out from under the blankets, creating a tent of sorts and Apollo slipped underneath, still purring as he crawled, nuzzling the curve of his exposed belly and upwards until he reached his face. "Mreh!" Apollo announced, head tilting to brush the underside of the boy's chin, his purr deeper now. He pawed at his cheek, hoping it would wake him. When it didn't work, Apollo tried telling him to get up.

"Mreh mehh, mrraaa. Rrrhh?"

Oh, gods.

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It was a pity Apollo had not bothered to leave well enough alone; if he had any sense left in him, he ought to have stayed in Chile and comforted Eros, it probably would have done him -- no, all of them -- more good than coming to Blacko-- Mikaela's world and wandering about the desert of Nevada. At the very least, he had Chrysilla to accompany him, she had landed on his shoulder and wound her tail around his neck with such determination that he could not deny her.

Speaking of Nevada, gods, was it ever dry and bleak; he was reminded of a drastically warmer version of the Arctic Circle and involuntarily shivered -- at least, this task would not be so trying on the body so much as the mind and the heart. It was a fool's errand, was it not? He kicked a stone, sending it skidding down into a dried out ravine and clattering to rest there. Maybe he should leave, and pretend he couldn't find Blackout, say he possibly returned to wherever it was he came from, and console his dear nephew.

It occurred to him suddenly that Blackout would most definitely be in his robot form, either as a helicopter or... whatever he truly was, Apollo didn't know. He had only seen him as the former, when they descended into Tartarus, and even then, the Decepticon's sheer firepower was a force to be reckoned with. His human form was easily subdued, but a millions of years old war machine? If worse came to worse, he would have to forcibly transform Blackout and take him home biting and screaming.

Well, hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

I suppose... it is to be expected.

Longevity was never in the equation.

Yes, I believe today would be a lovely day for the beach. ♥

Perhaps a nude beach, I have not been to one of those in ages.

(Gods can read the strikeout.)

Somehow, it has seemed to have slipped my mind completely to mention this, but -- I am happy to report that the regeneration of my arm has gone spectacularly.

Five fingers, thirty bones, and twenty-eight muscles later, I am now as complete as I was the day I was born. It is a curious thing, possessing something you lost once; you realize that it is a blessing and know not to take it granted.

That said, it is a pity that I lost the tattoo I once bore down the length of my forearm -- I will be replacing it soon enough.

By Olympus, why did I ever leave Greece? Moreover, why did I distance myself from Hyacinthus, of all people? Being with him has done me more good than any amount of lying on the beach or pitying myself has. It has been lovely, just walking about and exploring the mortal shops here in Xanthi...

It is so different now, the modernity of what used to be a mountain village has been a shock to the system, as the ruins of my great temples in Delos and Delphi have been. At the very least, the continued patronage of tourists (and, rarely, worshipers) have kept up the maintenance of such places, but these camera toting Americans will never quite know the beauty of my temples in their prime. I need to go back; there is something drawing me towards Delphi in particular, and I know not yet what it is, but... there is -- hm, a presence there, that requires my attention. We shall see.

Just yesterday, an errand for Mikaela brought Hyacinthus and me to the London of the world of Sweeney Todd, a London not unlike the one I remember of our own nineteenth century. I brought him along for two reasons: one, to reacclimatize myself to the weight of world hopping more than one person it is rather easier when you are able to hold your passenger close~ ♥, and second, to dress him in the fashion of the period, of which I have always been extremely fond of. A dreary place, that London - everything is so very desaturated, as though someone has washed all the color away. Fleet Street, in particular, has a -- hm, an interesting sort of ambiance to it, which is... to be expected, given the nature of hers and Mr. Todd's operation. I cannot be more thankful than I am now that my aging halted just at the height of kouros; though Mrs. Lovett intervened in the middle of an offer of a shave, I would not have wished to alight those murderous stairs. She offered us both a meat pie as a form of thanks, but I had to decline -- I know her story too well, and the idea has never sat too well with me, besides.

In any case, I am glad to be traveling to other worlds once again, even for minor errands such as Mrs. Lovett's. It remains a little trying on my system, but I expect that to fade as my strength returns -- I must accredit a good deal of my quickening recovery to the approach of my "birthday", the Summer Solstice. I hope to celebrate it with Hyacinth on Olympus in conjunction with the success of his finishing the final task, hopefully with whomever I can convince to return home - it has been too long since we have all been there together. I miss it.

A T T E N T I O N
A T T E N T I O N

A P O L L O - M A S T E R ' S // C U R R E N T // L O C A T I O N :: X A N T H I , G R E E C E.

D U R A T I O N // O F // S T A Y :: U N K N O W N.

Q U E S T I O N S
C O M M E N T S
C O M P L A I N T S
N E E D S
W A N T S
D E S I R E S

M A Y
B E
A N S W E R E D
B Y
C H R Y S I L L A

♥ ♥ ♥

(...Apollo-mun is bored. :| As for the Sun God himself, he's off to spend time with Hyacinthus in Xanthi, before his final task towards immortality.)

...Hm, curious. I cannot say this is wholly accurate, but there are portions that definitely apply.

[Locked to Hyacinth]

Hyacinthus? The date for the final task is approaching, beloved. Hera has not told me the extent of the challenge, nor the location - I am assuming it is to prevent interference. Are -- are you ready? Knowing her, it will be trying on you, both mentally and physically.

Ι… ανάγκη για να σας δει. Έχει όντας πάρα πολύ πολύς καιρός από τότε έχουμε δει ο ένας τον άλλον. Σας έχω χάσει τρομερά, αγαπημένος~ Δεν μπορώ να περιμένω έως ότου μπορώ να σας φέρω σε Olympus, ως αθάνατο.

"I... want to see you. It's been too long since we've seen each other. I have missed you terribly, beloved~ I cannot wait until I can bring you to Olympus, as an immortal."

[/Locked to Hyacinth]

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[Locked to Alphonse]

I love you, dear heart.

[/Locked to Alphonse]

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[Locked to Dionysus]

They've located him. But -- you won't believe where he is.

[/Locked to Dionysus]

What is the meaning of this?

Let me just say, first and foremost, I am not only shocked, but... extremely hurt, at the same time. You lied to me, Alphonse. No, I... take it back, you hid this from me, which is-- it's just as good as lying to me. Did you hope that I would not find out about this? Or that I would automatically think Eros was out of line for saying what he did, and take your side? I apologize, Alphonse, but that is not how it works.

As you said, and rather callously, I might add -- family comes first, hm? Blood is thicker than water and all that nonsense? I am appalled that you would say such a thing, and not only that... seemingly have no faith in me, whatsoever. I love you, Alphonse. I love you deeply and wholly, and it matters not whether I have one or a hundred lovers aside from you, the fact remains that... that I love you. I have given you all I had, and it's just not good enough because I am unlike your Brother. I cannot compete with the standards that he has set.

...A-and, as such... this - us - cannot work. I hope you find solace in your brother's arms, for mine are no longer able to provide you with what you need.

Hello, dear hearts~ Have you missed me?

I had a fulfilling, albeit markedly strange vacation from our little community here. But, we'll discuss the first and foremost order of business: the state of my arm. It is doing very well - my hiatus gave me the perfect opportunity to focus on healing, and I am now just beyond the hinge of my elbow, with a good two or three inches of both the radius and ulna. I do not look forward to the reformation of my hand, however, too many little bones and ligaments.

In honor of this little victory, I treated myself to a new set of plugs; a very lovely pair of jade tunnels~ Nothing like an aesthetic change to brighten one's spirits, hm? The newest member of our little Chilean family, my golem has been quite enamored of them, she has been chittering and nestling herself against my neck to get at them. Charming little thing~ I thank you again, General Cross, for repaying my blessing upon your student with such a gift~! She still needs a name, however, and I am strapped for ideas. Any suggestions would be most welcome~

However, I did have a rather (thankfully short lived) strange period where I was, for lack of a better word, quite... humanitarian. It was most curious, I attended half a dozen protests for the sake of some cause or another, and also found myself in possession of at least a hundred gospel albums.

I hate gospel, my friends. It is an abomination against my art, and yet, here I am, with records upon records of the Blackwood Brothers, Gaither Vocal Band, the Isaacs... Zeus knows what else. I plan to have a most joyous bonfire in the next night or so.

In any case, I am most glad to be back, and I look forward to catching up with each and everyone of you~ ♥

(Apollo isn't going to back through the past two weeks of entries, so he's not going to know about the Alignment Virus, nor anything else that's happened.)

Once I return from Amestris, I will be taking an extended break from the internet and consequently, this community. I adore you all and thank you for all your help in my healing; if you need me at all, feel free to contact Eros or Blackout, and I am sure your message will get to me, eventually.

Now if you'll excuse me, I will be getting back to "Jesus Christ Superstar". Ta~

I miss you, Mother. I love you dearly, and I hope... you are proud of me, wherever you are. I know I haven't been the best son, but... I'm doing my best, dearest.

Ημέρα της ευτυχούς μητέρας, Λητώ. ♥

First, dear heart, I must apologize, for it seems we will have to postpone our date with Eros and Blackout for the time being. Something has come up, but I promise, we will reschedule. ♥

Which brings me to my second point, I have been invited by a lovely young woman named Alyss Heart to visit Wonderland and she encouraged me to bring a guest... Would you be interested in accompanying me?

And, if it wouldn't be any trouble, I would... like to visit you, prior to going there. I will need a resting period between hopping worlds, and I know you have been eager to tend to your spoiled brat. ♥

I realized that I have neglected to keep up with this "meme"! So, to make up for this, I have posted not one, but two wonderful videos that I am sure all of you will enjoy. ♥

So, without further ado~

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I am now in the possession of one very ornery Umbreon. ♥

(Dion-mun, I am sure Apollo let him out once he got to Chile, so feel free to have him comment. :3)