Olympus by Night

Zeno's Rage

Just finished dropping off pics at the Objection! Magazine office. Noel told me about some weird group that appeared on Facebook and that has been passing out fliers through out DC, apparently it is called “Followers of the Hunt.” Not much is posted about the leader other then it is some female who wears camo… If it is the bitch that has been intruding on my hunts… well she might just finally get the attention that she wants. They meet monthly on the full moon at Rock Creek Park. Which is nice since the full moon is tonight.

Well i have been circling the park for the last 3 hours and it is almost 2200, I have not seen any gatherings.

“You! Are you here to hear the words of the Huntress?” yells a dude wearing full camo, carrying a dead rabbit. “If so you need to bring an offering, the meeting starts at 2300 on trail 5 marker 14. If not get lost this is the Night of Hunts and outsiders are not welcome.”

Glaring, “You follow a female and call yourself a hunter? Pathetic!” Then Zeno disappears into the forest. and follows the enraged hunter stealthily.

Once I got to the meeting spot following the clueless hunter, I saw at least 20 people there and a pile of “offerings” on the side of the path. I also noticed police hiding on the outskirts of the meeting. Then She appeared, the bitch… The only reason she lived to speak was that I did not have my bow and the officers surrounding the area.

“Hunters… Welcome!” Alva yelled. “Tonight is a blessed night. For we are in the presence of the Hunt Master!” Stealthily looking in my direction.

Pure rage erupted from me and all of the Predators in DC roared for a Hunt was about to begin. Everyone in the forest felt the eyes of a predator. The cops fled as they are not true hunters this night.

Zeno then walks out of the forest though only Alva sees him through the bloodlust the oozes from him. “So, you still make your self a nuance, woman! Fine, I will acknowledge your right as a hunter if you can survive the night as prey, and you can keep this cult. Otherwise I will finally be rid of your impetus nature.”

Fear began radiating from Alva as she turned and ran. Only then did the other hunters start feeling the Hunt in them and they chased her.

Two days later Zeno returned to his cave. To his surprise a Alva was there highly injured, but alive.

“You survived… I will permit you one night in my cave to recover, and you may keep your fools group, but don’t get any ideas you must earn more nights in the cave and if your cult caused me problems” turning and death glaring Alva, “I will be the one to Hunt you, not a group of armatures and house pets.” Then Zeno gets his bow from his cave and goes on his own hunt.

Magpie's Revenge

Dr. James Weiss walked to his car and immediately dropped all of his papers. Carved into the hood of his beautiful, silver Aston Martin, in big, scorched letters as if put there by a heavy duty welding torch was the word ‘BITCH.’ He screamed and cried as his fat little face turned red with impotent fury.

Across the parking lot, Ophelia Olympian shoved her welding torch into her backpack and smiled from ear to ear.

Zeno Parkour

Top 3 places to parkour by Zeno
City Center DC Mall: good obstacles with traversal between floors, and the entire time you are there you get to play tag with security. (don’t get tagged)
Rock Creek Park: Mostly just fun to mess with other people but it is big.
Downtown DC: Parked cars, people, and everything else.

Tues 22-09-15 VLog
GG quiet time

GGLoveDiva Update.

They’re at it again… Ophelia and Zeno. Arguing about the same things. sigh Days like today I wish I was still a pro gamer. At least the only screaming I’d hear are my opponents and my marines dying. I don’t know. I never really talked about this to anyone. Better than keeping it bottled up like I used to. I love my siblings. Ophelia has done SO much for me.

During my time as a shut in, she would always make sure I was ok. She would check in on me constantly. Nag me to do better at school. Which I guess leads me to see Zeno’s point. She tries so hard to act like Mom or a mom. Maybe too hard? I don’t know…

I don’t wanna sound ungrateful, because I’m not, but she isn’t Mom. She has to realize that, right? I know I am no psychologist, but I feel like Ophelia tries to go above and beyond what Mom was in an effort to spite her or prove to her that we don’t need her? But over compensation isn’t the answer.I know I am still 18 and have a stuff to learn, so who knows how much meaning my words will have on her. I guess I should talk to her about it either way. I know she is 8 years older than me, which is why I don’t see her as a mother, she is still my older sister. I guess I am not helping much either in my own way of allowing her to think she being a mom instead of a care taker and a sister. Which there is nothing wrong with that, i just wonder if she will see that too.


Anyways, It’s been a month since I started college. Classes are super fun and I am learning a lot about robotics and circuitry. I’ve started to tinker a bit after class. I think for my final project I am going to make a simple robot that can avoid walls. Or maybe one that can pick up something as heavy as a text book. Or maybe one that moves to someone who calls them and prioritizes them in order of who called first? There are sooooo many opportunities. Maybe I will do all 3 in 1.

Oops, gotta go, Ophelia just walked into my room. Guess I’ll go have a talk with her.

Hey sis, can I talk to you…

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Sass meets.... the Pharaoh

Well today was weird… I met the Pharaoh, who happened to be Jarred from my classes (eyes glaze over) he is so dreamy. Wait… what!? Damn he also seems to be able to turn off my brain just by thinking of him (eyes glaze over) those abs!!!! DAMN it. I also found out that Horace didn’t know who… the Pharaoh… was. That worked I didn’t think about Jared (eyes glaze over) I wouldn’t mind him wrecking me. @#$%!!!!! ALSO the Pharaoh seems to have the same affect on Val but she uses math. I need to find something as a distraction so I can reality check myself. Now that the Pharaoh has been found what am I supposed to do? I guess I should go talk to Mummy(heh).

Session 2

I am betrayed.

Perhaps this was an inevitability – my brainpower is comparatively vast, my thoughts have no limit, there are corners of my mind that even I have yet to explore – of course, the only thing that could have betrayed me without me foreseeing it and planning for it in advance was a deep, dark, uncovered corner of my own impossibly brilliant head.

But, damn it, damn it, damn it, why?

So, the pharaoh has revealed himself – well, sort of. Jared Stevenson, a perfectly average teenage boy who would be completely uninteresting and entirely pointless if he weren’t destined to be the most important person in the world.

And the worst things of course, that some stupid, ignorant, disobedient corner of my brain is screaming at me for writing even the simplest of unkind remarks about him – and another part is desperately trying to write his name in curly writing and draw little hearts all over it. I HATE IT. HATE IT.

Right, enough feeling sorry for myself and time to draw up battle plans.

Jared is destined to have four brides – (well, three brides and one riled up bitch who will fight his brain-raping magic until the day she dies) – each representing four holy symbols of Ancient Egypt – the staff, the sword, the cup and the ring. There’s lots of symbology there – Dan Brown would be having a field day. Most notably is, of course, that the symbols are the ancestors of modern day playing card symbols, which are, in turn, derived from pagan tarot cards – brought to Europe in the 14th century from – you guessed it – Egypt. Luckily, my abuela left a set behind in the apartment – she loved all of that curandera, eggs-under-the-bed stuff – so I’ve been studied them in my spare time, trying to find patterns or underlying occult secrets to them. I’d previously dismissed them as Abrahamic pseudo-magic, but now I’m convinced there’s something more sinister, more legitimate, with their creation and use.

It’s also worth looking at the symbology associated with the Queen of Clubs – since my role as Jared’s consort of the Staff makes that the card most connected with myself – Argine, latin for queen (latin queen?), mother of intuition, associated with mental or psychic work, most resistant to change, has a quest for knowledge, and is impatient and intolerant of ignorance. Gods, don’t you just fucking hate it when thousands-year-old mysticism explains you a fucking tee?

Wynis is embracing her role completely – consort of the Cup, a.k.a. the Queen of Hearts – with nauseating results. She’s probably already gushing about Jared in her diary, making him little gifts, and daydreaming of how she’ll be his one and only – even though he clearly and obviously has THREE other women. How can someone so readily accept destiny, as fucked up as it is? Why is she willing to throw away everything she’s built because something as vague and ill-defined as fate tells her she has to? Is it the fog in the brain that affects my mental faculties so much? Wynis is clever-ish, but is it my intellect that has allowed me to keep these feelings somewhat in check, while Wynis is overcome and quickly conquered by this confusing haze of love and lust and duty and desire that is swirling around in our heads? Hopefully, Sass will be less easily swayed – though regardless of whether she is or not, it will prove an interesting glimpse into Jared’s hold over us. Perhaps with enough control subjects, I can devise a way to break free of it – or at least ignore it completely.

But, there’s that little voice again – telling me that I don’t want to do that. That I want to spend every moment with him, and serve him, and bear his children, and be his forever. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Distance. Distance is key. I’ll keep my distance as much I’m able… and I can’t let the feelings bottle up, otherwise they’ll explode outwards like during our first meeting, like shaking soda in a bottle. I need a safe outlet that can’t be compromised – the hummingbirds will serve this purpose. No-one else (at least as far as I’m currently aware, though Wynis’ father is a distinct possibility) can talk to them, so my secrets and weaknesses are much safer than they would be in a computer or regular speech-based form. Get out the emotions, start every day with a fresh head and approach all of this from a logical, fact-based standpoint. I’ve heard rumor of a purple concoction, based on old pagan magics, to allow its drinker a dreamless sleep, which is also worth investigating. A brain, if denied conscious release, may instead rely on subconscious release, which in turn would trigger endorphins while sleeping, which could result in undesirable side-effects such as somnambulism – not good. When I’m forced to close distance with Jared, I can solve complicated mathematical derivatives in my head – if fate’s going to make my brain foggy, just fill it up with stuff, so that the fog can’t get in in the first place.

Think everything through – double check everything. Never make a mistake.

Fight this, Valeria, with every fiber of your being. YOU ARE NOT PROPERTY.

Don’t ever let anyone or anything or any god tell you otherwise.

Sass log 3

I was going to try and keep the fact I met my Mummy a secret from dad as long as I could… It lasted most of a day and in the end he found out and I got a free large shake. Little things… On another note when I got to the station I lost some IQ points when I heard what Wynis did, our next meeting will be awkward with me just standing there dumb founded… for an extended period of time. I tried to get Horace alone for a bit so I could talk to him about the whole marring an elementary student, I mean Pharaoh thing and see if he knows anything about it. After work I went to the arts and crafts store an bought some sewing things. figured I should have a decent reason why I have an outfit hidden in my underwear drawer that will NEVER be warn in public. On that note if this Pharaoh ever tries to get me to ware that by its self he might end up wearing it and never forgetting the experience. On another random note I need to find out if there are any public events going on at the elementary school I can go to, to see if I can find my future “husband.” Ohh I wonder how Val is doing it seems as if I haven’t seen her in ages like when we woke up after the “event”…..

Pharaoh Hawti

Dear Diary,

All in all, today was not as bad a day as it could have been. I started the day unemployed and under a tree and ended it back at home with a job at least. I am still surprised as to how quickly I accepted that my godly parent is now living as a talking falcon. Less surprised that my friend Valeria, being the vet that she is asked him how he… well reproduced with my mother. Sigh. Needless to say, I did not sick around for that awkward conversation.

Speaking of Val, she got me a new job. Not that I am too thrilled about it, but still, it’s a temporary fix to a problem. Certainly not looking forwards to flaunting around in short shorts and a tank top, but as Val says, I am going to need to “use the boobs.” Sigh. The sexual abuse I am sure to get from my new boss is not something to look forward to either. I do not get how Val put up with it, let alone allows that man to get away with it.

Starbucks is going to FINALLY open up in this tiny town. I am very excited for it. I am going to get to have some decent coffee for once. Could have had it at a discount if Val had kept her cool during out little meeting with the man trying to open the chain here in town. Can’t really blame her too badly though, Jared is indeed a stunningly attractive boy, for a mortal.

Seeing her being unhinged the way she was was something amazing to behold though. Never in all my years would I ever imagine seeing Val so… “15 year old school girl love struck,” but fate seems to love humor. Speaking of fate, back to Jared. This Pharaoh, assuming he is a mortal and hasn’t awoken as a scion yet is a real heart-throb. I can see why Val was so dumbfounded, there is something about him that makes it hard to think clearly and nonsexually. I am certainly not opposed in any way to marrying him. I could just… umm, nevermind.

Not too happy sharing Pharaoh hottie with 3 others, but as I said, fate has a sense of humor. Pharaoh will have 4 people around him at all time. though I guess maybe they are not all going to be brides. A cup, a sword, a ring and a staff. Each are a pillar that hold Pharaoh (the world) up, and I get the cup. THE CUP! Why? Because I am compassionate and I am to keep Pharaoh compassionate. Not that I mind, but why something to fragile? Am I supposed to take this literally, metaphorically, or just take it as a old tale/legend? Sigh.

On to happier things, tomorrow I am going to accompany my intended cutie on a school hunting trip. Val is coming too. I am sooo looking forward to this. I hope I get stand behind him and show him how to shoot a gun. I am sure he would like it too, hehe.

Till tomorrow diary,
- WA


Well, today did not happen how I hoped it would. I keep replaying what I could’ve done differently, despite every part of me compelling me to not let this man die for thievery. Should I have let him hang? What if I paid his bail or talked to the “mayor” about it, maybe gotten the thief a probation? Maybe save him during the hanging with a compelling speech? I guess it’s completely moot now. I hope i never see him again.

On another note, I am the child of a talk hawk god. Horus-Ra seems friendly. I hope I get to see him more, albeit him having better news that I am destined to marry the reincarnated pharaoh. Saying this in my journal makes this seem like a am completely insane. Still getting used to this whole scion business. I wonder if Sass or Valeria are having as much of a hard time as I am.

My fathers gift is going to be a hassle to tote around. I’m sure a transparent spear that glows white won’t be an easy thing to hide or pass off. Unless… maybe I can cover it in ceremonial Native American dressings or something. Hmm….

Session 1

Lying in bed now, staring pointlessly at my ceiling, hoping that some thoughts will string themselves together. I’m exhausted, so I can’t imagine this will go on too long… I predict I’ll be fast asleep within three minutes or so. However, the shitty old tablet Mr. Padilla gave me last year is recording my thoughts as I go; it can’t connect to the internet, but it can word process just fine. Hopefully, this’ll be somewhat useful if I read them back tomorrow. The hummingbirds are buzzing away – good; I always find that sound relaxing and conducive to deeper thought.

Right. Big things of the day. Let’s start with daddy – he’s back, again – and once again, he’s put me in a bind. That damn destiny thing has cropped again – and he’s finally revealed the role that I’m supposed to play in this grand affair. Wife. Teacher. Gods, I hate teaching. I already have to slow down my thought processes to communicate regularly with pretty intelligent people; now, I’m expected to slow down enough to teach a prepubescent child basic geometry… Gods, there’s never been an activity more dull… And that’s not even getting to the wife part. Me? Matrimonial bliss? Not fucking likely.

Also, brothers. Not pleasant ones and moronic even by the standards of idiots. Hapi, with the head of a baboon; and Duamutef, with the head of jackal. Interesting, according to most myths I’ve discovered they’re the children of Horus – but ancient records decay and are occasionally wrong. Still, they move fast and may be easy to manipulate in future. Things to consider.

Finally, pharaoh. Born on the Dragon Mountain – but not a volcano, though frankly I still think it’s a good guess. I’ll do some cross referencing on my boss’s computer tomorrow – it can still connect to the Internet and it’s not like I can’t do his books in less than a couple minutes. I normally do it without a calculator to try and challenge myself, but I can shoot through it and get some research done. I hate being tied to destiny like this – but, he’s my ticket to the far side of the board. Will he really be a god-king like the old stories say? How does that even work? Am I a god-person already?

Eyelids heavy. I’m more tired than I expected – barely making it two minutes tonight. Oh, well.


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