http://winter-queen.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] winter-queen.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] metem_logs2013-04-10 04:49 pm
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Characters: Bres, Mab and Apollo
Date/Time: Back dated to April, 5th. Following this conversation
Location: For the lulz, we're starting in the jet, then it's off to Knight Island, Vermont
Rating: We'll say R just in case
Warnings: Overly emotional Celts.
Summary: It's time to get the Celts back on track.


The jet interior is luxurious and spacious. But Mab had picked herself a spot on one of the lounge seats lining the back wall, tucked her legs up and had a blanket wrapped around her. It was the one space that she could find were the cabin's constant air flow didn't hit her. And still she was shivering with cold.

[identity profile] aegletes.insanejournal.com 2013-04-22 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
Apollo, for his part, stared out the window. He didn't even need to be touching Mab--the red-gold corona around him was producing even more heat than it was light.
"Any thoughts on our ETA?" he asked, drumming his fingers on the bow.

[identity profile] aegletes.insanejournal.com 2013-04-28 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Apollo had his bow slung from the word go, an arrow nocked in a heartbeat as they approached the entrance.
"All right. Someone, unlock the door. I'll kill whatever bastards they throw at us."

[identity profile] kingoftwoworlds.insanejournal.com 2013-04-28 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Bres stretched, muscles cracking as he was able to stand at his full height.

"Save your arrows, Olympian. If there's any killing to be done around here, I'll do it."

[identity profile] aegletes.insanejournal.com 2013-05-01 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Apollo looked over the Fomorian, sizing him up.
"Save one for me. For Arthur," he said at last.