Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"Even so..." Heimdall stopped in midsentence and put a hand up to his head. "D@mn, what an idiot I'm being. It was probably Loki who helped Freya come up with the potion, and definitely him who spiked our drinks with it. He'd be able to make it personalised to Frigg and me."

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite's mood lightened a little. "That DOES make sense." She said.

[Miranda_]

"Only question is, how do we get them back?"

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite got an evil grin. "I've got an idea..." she said.

[Miranda_]

"Anything. I haven't got a clue what to do; unlike them, I'm not the kind of person to come up with nasty plots like that."

[spirit_queen]

"I am." Aphrodite said. "see? i can be useful." She paused for a moment, then grabbed a random sheet of papaer and a pen, and began jotting down things in Ancient Greek, muttering to herself as she tried to remember something.

[Miranda_]

"You know, that doesn't really help. I can't read that, so how about you tell me vaguely what your plan is?"

[spirit_queen]

"Holkd on; trying to remember it all first..." she said, continuing to scribble across the blank page in handwriting that was more of an elegant script. It was a recycle plan, one she'd seen before, but not in thousands of years. But it would do the job.

[Miranda_]

Heimdall looked at the page; the writing meant nothing to him at all. "It had better be as nasty as their plot was."

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Better be. I am fuming at them... They made me cheat! I'm as bad as you, Aphrodite. Maybe even as bad as Freya!"