The Gods of Suburbia {RP}

[Miranda_]

Rules:

1. If you wish to join this RP, it is recommended that you join as an Egyptian deity of some sort. A list of the main gods and a short description accompanying each can be found here. If, however, you wish to join as a human, make them believable, and, please, do not make them realize the deities’ secret too soon.
2. If a god you wanted is taken, then hard luck; choose another, or make a human character.
3. No Sues/Stus. Obey the RPG Forum Rules.
4. The website above provided only gives out the basics on each deity. If you want to know more, look it up. If, while looking up information, you discover that there are several different versions of one myth, PM me and ask which version of the myth would work best with this RP. Thank you.
5. There are no character forms, so you must introduce the character within your intro. If you wish, you can do as I have done and make a "then" intro paragraph which is set in the past before you make your "now" one, but this is not compulsory. It's just something that's good to do to help other people get a feel for your character, especially if they are unfamiliar with the gods featured in this RP.
6. Both inexperienced and experienced RPers MUST PM both me and Queenie with their intro for approval. Do NOT post in the RP until you have been approved; if you do, then your post will be deleted. Repeated offenders will simply be disallowed from joining the RP.
7. This RP is rated M. Please don't bother trying to join if you are aged below sixteen years of age. The RP is also jointly owned by myself and Queenie.

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The year is 2009. A rare constellation of stars, only ever seen once every hundred years, will once again be visible from earth. A group has come together during the last decade to worship the deities of Egypt and take part in the almost forgotten rites of yesteryear. The group is called the Order Of The Sun and its leader is one William R Jenkins, who takes on the role of High Priest for the sacred rites, which are barred from outsiders. Only men are permitted to join, and all the group's activities must be kept secret. The penalty for revealing secrets to others is death, and the Order are masters of silent and mysterious disappearences, which baffle the police and ensure that the bodies of the fallen are never found. The Order of the Sun is a radical group that doesn’t like the turn humanity has taken, and wishes to change that by use of force and their odd magical practices. The news that the constellation known as the Arrow would, for the first time this century, be viewable from Earth and align with the Egyptian Pyramids, galvanised Jenkins into action. He'd long studied Egyptian mythos, reading over old scrolls and textbooks, to the point where he became aquainted with a story about the gods walking on Earth due to having been called down from the heavens by an enchanter. While a lot of people would have scoffed and dismissed the story as pure fiction, Jenkins continued to read on. The enchanter performed a ritual that included the sacrifice of a pair of lambs, one white ewe and one black ram, underneath the shadow of the great Pyramids, at the very point when the Arrow was directly overhead the Pyramids. This resulted in the gods being brought down to Earth. However, the enchanter had made one, fatal mistake. He had forgotten to make a protective circle to ensure that the gods would not be able to harm him and would instead bend to his will; this oversight resulted in his death at the hands of those he had summoned. The ritual was never performed again and in time, became forgotten and just dismissed as pure myth.

Jenkins however saw great potential in this ritual. The thought of bringing the Egyptian gods from the past to the present in order to serve himself and his Order made him almost giddy with the thought of the power which could be his for the taking. He would be the one to perform the ritual, so he would be the one to wield the power over the deities that were summoned. Jenkins worked out the details of the ritual, before informing the members of the Order. As he'd suspected, some were skeptical of the story. Others were unsure that the ritual would even work, and pointed out that the enchanter had been killed by the gods. Jenkins smoothed over all doubts by informing the Order that he would take the greatest care and would be sure of every detail. Eventually, the thought of the power, and of what the Order could do with it, soon did away with all qualms. Jenkins explained that not all the gods would answer the call, but the ones that did would be fully under his control and would do just as he ordered. All the Egyptian deities had considerable power; even if just five answered the call, it would still be five immense powers that were there at his beck and call. They could take over the world; have all the world's leaders on their knees in front of them. The possibilities were endless, and nothing would be impossible. Everything they had ever dreamed of could realistically come to pass. Jenkins wove a web of hypnotic words to convince the Order, and he was soon leaving the meeting hall thinking only of the day when he could perform the ritual...

Exactly three months later, Jenkins stood at Giza Plateau amongst the sand, which looked almost purple at night. Occasionally, a whirl of sand would fly up in a flurry of wind, but apart from these slight breezes, the air was still. Despite the almost arctic temperatures of night in that place, Jenkins wore very little but a pair of sandals and what appeared to be linen robes of some sort. These were the garments that the High Priest would wear every time that he performed one of the sacred rites; this ritual was no different. Impatiently he looked up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, along with a thin white slice of moon. A group of stars which formed the shape of an arrow, were slowly heading towards the top of the Pyramids. Forty five minutes passed, and they were exactly in line. Once that happened, Jenkins began the ritual, slitting the throats of the lambs and letting the blood pour directly onto a fire that he'd kindled minutes before. He added pinches of herbs, along with various rare ingredients that he'd spent a lot of time and money getting hold of. Some were even illegal, and he could face prosecution just for having them in his possession. Upon finishing, there was a flash of something, but that something was not visible to the eye. Rather, it was something one sensed rather than saw, and whatever-it-was gave off the impression of vast amounts of raw, dangerous power. Jenkins waited a moment, a smug grin on his face, but when nothing appeared to happen, his grin gradually faded. And then he panicked; had it not worked? Had he wasted such rare ingredients for a dud? Or had something gone awry? There was only one way to check that he knew of that gave clear answers.

Jenkins quickly pulled out a small metal bowl from his pack and filled it with water from a flask that he'd brought with him to the desert, then stirred it with his hands, muttering rhythmically. Soon, instead of his reflection, Jenkins saw pictures forming on the water's surface; pictures that flashed up and were soon gone, but which told him what he wanted to know. Jenkins flung the bowl to the ground and howled curses at the unheeding moon. His voice was soon swallowed up in the vast silence that surrounded the Egyptian houses of the dead. A handful of sand was flung up into the air by an errant breeze. Time marched on, even as Jenkins stood still and cursed his failure. How had this come to pass?! What part of the ritual had gone wrong? Had it been that something had been left out, or that he'd mistranslated an important detail from the scroll? Perhaps it was not the ritual, but the accompanying binding spell that had not worked. For what had happened was disaster, for both himself and the Order. The gods of Ancient Egypt had not been simply brought to the future to serve him and his Order as he wished, but instead had been incarnated in human forms somewhere within in United States of America, the third most populous country in the world.

It would take years to find them…

[Miranda_]

Then...

The underworld was a dark and somewhat foreboding place, at least to the souls of the dead who journeyed thru it to reach the land of the dead beyond. The journey was one taken of necessity; no-one escaped, whether they were the richest or the poorest. And of course, whether rich, poor or middling, no-one could ever escape what awaited them at journey's end. The doorway to the land of the dead was there to be passed thru to reach the land where the souls would be reunited with their earthly bodies and live for all eternity in happiness and contentment. In front of this door, however, was the final test set before the souls before they were permitted to enter. Anubis stood next to the scales which weighed the heart of each soul against the Feather of Truth. Just like his surroundings, Anubis was fairly dark and forbidding himself; he was fairly tall and his head was that of a black jackal, with upright pointed ears, eyes that glowed red and a jeweled collar about his throat. To his other side, crouched Ammit; a terrible creature with the head of a crocodile, the forepart of a lion and the hinder part of a hippo. Her dreadful duty was to devour the hearts weighed down with sin. Anubis was assisted with the weighing of the hearts by Thoth, who passed him the first heart of the group of souls who stood in front of them. It was placed in the scale, which immediately sank down towards the ground. The soul in question, a murderer who'd gotten away with his crimes, begged for mercy but none was given; his heart was taken from the scale and thrown to Ammit, who devoured it... and the soul immediately vapourised, gone forever.

Now...

The spell used to summon the deities had had one vital error, one that Anubis could have easily pointed out to Jenkins. The ewe and ram lambs were the wrong colours; it was this which had resulted in the various deities being flung into Arizona, taking the shape of teenage humans, but with all their god powers intact. One of Anubis' powers was the ability to put a person under and send them into unconsienceness straight away the moment he touched them; a power he called the "little death". Another was the ability to tell lies from truth, no matter how hard a person tried to cover it up. He also had the ability to take two other shapes as opposed to his normal shape; a human shape, and a jackal shape. His teenage shape was simply a younger version of that human shape; bronze skin, black hair and reddish brown eyes. As he sat up, and looked around him, Anubis noted that he seemed to be in the basement of a house. He could hear the groans from his companions who were similarly waking up around him, and wondered just who was there with him. Anubis wasn't lacking in feelings as such, just didn't feel as deeply as others did and didn't really care about anything outside his own existance. He could be cold and distant as a result; his personality having with it much of the final inevitability of death. Anubis was loyal to his father, even to the point of supporting a wrong decision; and once he'd made up his mind, he never changed it.

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Then...

The winds howled accross the desert, hurling handfuls of sand into the air and making it difficult for anyone to walk accross it. Any human who'd tried to cross the desert tonight would have found himself knocked to the ground by the swiftly moving winds and then buried under the ever moving sand. However, Set, the ruler of the desert, had no such problem; the wind and sand moved aside to allow him to pass. The desert's state tended to reflect his mood, which at this moment was black. He was heading back to his home in the centre of the desert and due to the fact that he knew his sister and wife Nephthys was sure to be there, he wasn't at all relishing the prospect. Set didn't plan to stay there at all tonight if he could help it; instead, he'd go out to meet his latest lover; certainly not the first of various affairs conducted behind his wife's back. Set didn't love his wife; he never had done. He hadn't even wanted to marry Nephthys in the first place, but had been pushed into it by his sister Isis and brother Osiris, who he was jealous of. Set didn't like women in that way; he would have much prefered to set up home with a man, but that was out of the question seeing as his preferences were despised and seen as unnatural. He knew that cheating on his wife was not the best way to go, but could see no other way out while he was hated so much. Set tended to vent his feelings on causing storms and sandstorms accross Egypt, especially getting at Isis by causing the desert to encroach on the fertile lands around the Nile. It was the only way he could make himself feel a little better about himself and his situation.

Now...

Set had been mourning the end of his latest affair when the spell was activated. He lay on a wooden floor with his eyes closed, not wishing to move but able to sense that there were others sharing this floor with him. It was pitch black; he could tell this even with his eyes closed, and he could hear the breathing of others coupled with a few groans. Set could tell at least one thing about this place, whereever it was; it was somewhere which was close to a desert, as he still retained his powers which were forever linked to the desert. These were power over storms and also the ability to whip up sandstorms, mirages, and control any desert aspect he wished to exert control over. Like Anubis, and every other deity that had an animal head, Set could manifest as two other forms. His animal however was a creature that was nonexistant, with long, square ended ears, a long muzzle like that of an aardvark, but with a nose like a dog and with sharp teeth within. It was known simply as "the Set animal" and existed nowhere in nature. Set's human form, which was here a teenage version, was tall and skinny with bronze skin like all the deities; dark red hair and dark blue eyes. This was unusual among Egyptians and contributed a lot to his position as an outcast. Set had a hidden aspect to his personality that had never come out; he had instead put up a front of cruelty and viciousness to hide the gentler aspect of himself. He was still spitefully jealous of Osiris, and doubted that would ever change, regardless of where they had been taken.

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Then...

A storm clashed overhead, but Horus ignored it, brushing it off as yet another example of how pathetic Set was. He and his mother Isis had finally managed to win the battle against Set, which had begun with Set's murder of Horus' father Osiris, before Horus was even born. It had finally ended now, after the epic battle where Set had torn out one of Horus' eyes, in Set's eventual banishment to the desert and Horus's triumphant taking over the throne to rule as the king of the gods. No more than he deserved, Horus thought, just as Set's banishment was no more than he deserved. Of course, there were certain aspects of the battle that Horus had no choice but to keep from his mother, but he'd successfully been able to lie to her and keep those secrets under wraps so he had no worries of her ever finding out the truth. Also, Isis was at this moment far too distracted by the fact that she once again had her beloved husband by her side, even in his new role as the god of the dead; Horus' brother Anubis having kindly stepped down to allow Osiris to be the main god of the dead, and the two now worked together in the underworld. Horus himself didn't care for the details; he wasn't nearly as close to his father as he was to his mother, and at least it meant that he could keep the throne and not have to hand it over to his father. The power was one thing that Horus revelled in; that and the respect he gained from being the king. And, best of all, he could just put Set and everything connected with him to the back of his mind and forget he even existed.

Now...

This was hardly the best time to be torn from Egypt and sent someplace new. Horus groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head where he'd cracked it on the wooden floor. The entire place was in pitch darkness, and he was not best pleased to be in this mystery place rather than reigning supreme in Egypt. Horus darkly planned a bloody revenge on whoever had done this to him; he didn't think about whether it had affected anyone else until he heard the sounds around him that indicated that whereever he was, he was not alone. Horus had been terribly spoiled by his mother, Isis; he put on a manner of regal, mannerly behaviour whenever he was in public, but promptly reverted to type when behind closed doors. He thought only of himself, and was largely indifferent to the feelings of others; not like Anubis, who genuinely could not feel, but cuz he didn't consider people's feelings as nearly important as his own. Horus' powers were linked to the sun and the moon. The sun was represented by his single remaining eye; the moon by the empty eye socket which remained after his eye was torn out by Set. He could draw down power from both the sun and the moon, and also control every aspect related to either or both, as it suited him. The form he took now was of a handsome boy with bronze skin, glossy black hair and one brown eye; his eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. Horus wondered vaguely if anyone was going to do something; he didn't see why he should always be the one to pick up the messes of others.

[Silent_Wolf]

Then...

Oh, more and more to do. So much writing to do! Thoth sighed and scratched the end of his beak, staring thoughtfully at the writing palette in front of him. His eyes glanced around the stone library, viewing the other palettes he had to attend to. He was dreading the others he had to work on, especially the massive pile he eyed by the door; those were the ones he still had to read through. Dammit, did Set really have to go and kill his brother like that? He sighed; just business as usual. He clicked his beak and stood up, sliding the stone palette onto a nearby shelf and crossing his arms. His blue ibis head tilted to one side, reading what he'd scribbled into them. ".. No, no no. No." He took a few down and put them back on the table he worked at, shaking his head in dismay. "Not going to work, not one bit." He cracked his knuckles with a sigh and sat back down to work. "Would it kill Horus to send me a few helpers?" He pulled a small square of torn cloth out of a bag that was tied to his skirt, worrying it between his fingers. "No, no. He's spoilt. Darn you, Isis." Thoth sighed feebly and tucked the cloth back into the bag, taking up his quill and scratching into the soft stone.

Now...

Oh, humans be da.mned! Thoth sat up, staring at his hands and blinking his all-too-human eyes in his all-too-human head. His skin was tanned, and from what he could tell his hair was way too long and black. Why black? His feathers were green, dammit. That didn't make an inch of sense, though when he finally got around to looking for a mirror later on, he'd see his eyes were a dark, deep green. He looked around, hearing others in the room, and made a short, panicked sound somewhere between a whine and a sigh. He found the bag that his quill and cloth scrap were in and looked in it dubiously after feeling around inside; his quill didn't feel much like a quill anymore, more like a hard stick - his mind registered it as a "pen"? What in hell was that? - but at least the scrap was there. Just knowing it was there calmed his frayed nerves. He shut his eyes and sighed, shaking his head, and took a mental inventory about what was going on. He was in a human form, in the adolescent years. He still had his green ibis form, though judging from the atmosphere of the room they were in, ibises were not natural to the area. He scratched behind an ear, not used to having them. This was going to be a terrible existence; he'd half a mind to strangle the human who summoned them and given them human forms! Then again, he wasn't really the violent one. He twitched his nose around a bit, not used to it one bit. "Mmph." He crossed his arms, continuing his personal inventory. His one power (that he could verify, anyway) was the ability to gain the knowledge of anybody he touched. Be it a handshake or bumping into them, it could prove useful. Now, his reading habits, that was just probably a freak trait, even among the gods. He didn't think anybody loved reading as much as he did.

Then...

Bastet watched the pharaoh pace back and force, unsure of what was bothering him. It seemed that humans always had something worrying them, now and again; all she could do was offer the pharaoh gentle advice in the event of family if he wanted council with the gods. Currently, she was merely observing him. War and battles were never something she looked forward to; violence bothered her, but she would be at the side of the ruler, as she had done for countless battles before, a lioness, roaring proudly. She attempted to cover her mouth as she yawned, though this was an impossible exercise as her cat face yawned far beyond the size of her hand. A short feline smirk crossed her muzzle as she thought of a mild prank she could play on Geb before she turned to the pharoah once more; she wasn't short of mischief, not at all, but sometimes she couldn't help herself to a short bout of it. The pharaoh explained, mainly to the viziers, that what ailed him was not worth an impending war. This gave Bastet great relief, and she left immediately; if it wasn't of personal issue or war, she wanted no part of it.

Now...

Bastet opened her dark amber eyes, staring up into at the dark ceiling of the room. There were others in the room, that much she could tell; and she heard Thoth's tell-tale whimpering sigh. How did he get here? she wondered briefly. For that matter, how did any of us get here. Normally, the ritual should have at the very least placed them in Egypt, correct? Then why this odd, foreign place? Unless this was Egypt, just not the one she remembered and loved. No, it wasn't Egypt. The air wasn't right. Anubis likely knew more. He always did, him and Thoth. She brushed a hand across her face, feeling bronze skin in place of gray fur, and her hand slid into her hair. The darkness didn't bother her; she was able to see just fine, a carry-over of her feline traits and what she assumed was her only power other than shapeshifting. Though, perhaps her ability to calm others was still viable as a human? She was able to turn into a cat, though whether her lioness form was accessible was unknown; she wasn't about to try it in a cramped environment. So far, she was able to pick out Thoth, Horus, Set, and Anubis; who else had been summoned?

[Cheshire1996]

Then:
Deep within the sands of the dessert, outside her temple sat Hathor. The turquoise and gold studded walls that were etched with powerful hieroglyphics meant nothing. She was completely bored, she tried not to look it of course in fear of offending the old lady who sat next to her holding up two seperate sheets of silky material. However sometimes she wished that she had a more important job. It was all very well to look nice and promote happiness and peace, which was often lacking in the world of the egyptian gods and goddesses, but she still wished she could be a little more helpful. Now if she was deity of war or justice, then she could really do some good. However she was stuck out here with nothing to do and noone to look after. She was really beginning to feel that she was just some sort of a joke. She wondered who would be cruel enough to do that. She decided it probably wasnt a joke after a while just some sort of misfortune. To be truthful she didn't really dislike her role. It just didn't make her feel as important as some of the oher gods. Hence she often felt a little intimidated around them.
The old lady questioned her on which peice of material she would wear and rather reluctantly Hathor was brought back out of her daydream and into the vast dessert realm in which she sat.

Now:
Hathor had no idea what had happened. "Blast," she muttered as she realized she had no hope of finding out the fine details anytime soon. However there was a jolly tone in the 'blast' because she'd always been one for anything out of the ordinary and this certainly was just that.
"Blast," she muttered for a second time as she realized she had rolled her left ankle. It was a slightly more strained 'blast' this time.
She reached up to feel her head which was throbbing heavilly. Her hair was still the same, jet black, dead straight. She had the same jade green eyes. Her skin was tanned and she still spoke with an underlying egyptian accent but she realized however, with horror, that the horns and sun disk that she had worn on her head since she was born had completely dissapeared. Unlike many of the other gods she couldn't fully transform into another creature, the only hint of animal about her was the two horns that sat above her on her head, she was shocked to find she no longer wore them. The only hint of cow on her was the black and white sparkly cartoon that was printed smack bang in the middle of her t-shirt.
"Blast," this time there was no hint of any jolliness in her voice at all, it was instead a completely gobsmacked sort of voice. It had been such a long time since anyone had performed such a powerful ritual ritual. What's more he'd done it wrong.
"Blast," Hathor muttered for the fourth and final time as she struggled to stand up, and this time it was more of a curse.

[spirit_queen]

Nephthys
Then:
The woman shuddered as she wrapped her face in the wraps dampened with chilly dew from the desert. Dew from the desert was hard to obtain; one had to place something metal out in the sands, and wait for morn to come. But if one came to late that morn to collect the metal items, the dew would have already evaporated. On top of that, one had to have access to quite a bit of clean, smooth-surfaced metal objects, for the amount of dew that eventually gathered on the metal objects was quite small. Too small, in fact, to dampen the amount of wraps the young woman with the onyx-colored hair was wrapping about her long but pretty face now. But Nephthys, goddess of protection and the household, had a lot more knowledge of the desert than most, since she was married to the one banished there. She also had nothing but time to gather dew day after day, as her husband was very rarely ever home. "But, now, at long last, my plans can be enacted." Nephthys said to herself, her normally tired, dead-looking expression exchanged for a smile full of uncharacteristic mischief. She only had wraps about her brow, temples, and nose at the moment, but quickly finished up so that no part of her face could be seen at all. "By fire, by night, by birds in flight, I charge thee by dawn's light- to lend to me another's form, with which I promise to do some harm, by the power of this charm." Nephthys touched a pendant hanging from her neck in the form of a scarab, which she'd just recently "borrowed" from her sister, Isis. She could feel her face tingle, but she did not remove the wrappings; in order for the spell to work, she had to wait for the light of dawn to meet her wrapped eyes, and that shouldn't be long. In fact, it happened a mere five minutes later, after which Nephthys jumped at a new set of tingles. Tentatively, she unwrapped her face and gazed into a bowl of water for her reflection. Gazing back at her was the gorgeous, golden face of Isis, whose round, perfectly proportioned face and dark, wide eyes could make practically any man weak in the knees. Isis' face glowed with health and happiness, and Nephthys was struck with a pang of jealousy at the face she was borrowing; once, she, too had glowed with health like this, though her face had been a bit too long and her eyes a bit too small to inspire the same response in men as her sister. But since Set had been banned to the desert, and since Nephthys had followed, her healthy beauty began to dwindle away rapidly the way water is cooked away by the hot sun of the desert. "But now, Neph, you can be beautiful again. Soon, when he finally acnkowledges you exist." And, with that, Nephythys left to go visit with her brother Osiris, who also happened to be married to Isis. He was throwing some sort of party tonight that Neph knew her sister would not be attenting, and Osiris tended to let himself get pretty drunk at such occassions. A mischievous grin came to Neph's borrowed features, and she put a little spring in her step; if cheating was what it took to make her husband acknowledge her, then so be it.

A day and a half later, the otherwise empty house that belonges to Neph and Set was filled with the sounds of heart-wrenching sobs. It had been for naught, her cheating; Set had simply said "That's nice" in his most apathetic of voices and dashed off to go meet with his latest boyfriend. He didn't love her, she knew that, but at least anger would have been better than this complete indifference. Why, oh, why had she given in to her sister's pestering and married the man she had a crush on but knew was... g@y? She should have known it'd never work. So, something within Nephthys died that day, and she became quite bitter and often cynical.
Now:
Nephthys, since she used more or less the same form, looked more or less the same, but younger; pitch black hair, black eyes, caramel-colored skin, a face that could be pretty but was just a tad bit too long for conventional beauty. At first, Neph felt alone, and wasn't surprised at the feeling, but it wasn't long before she heard the grunts, groans, and muttered curses of others around her. Completely disoriented, Neph sat up and clutched at her aching head, wondering where they were and then forcing herself to think that she didn't care. All she knew was that it wasn't Egypt, and she was fine with that; she was sick of the desert. Maybe this place would bring something new. One thing she did know, was that she kept her ability to make and cast spells, and she was glad for that, at least.

Osiris
Then:
Osiris, down in the underworld, was throwing a party to commemorate Set's banishment. He'd been hoping his wife would attend, but she;d sent word that she couldn't. Ah, well; no reason for me not to enjoy myself anyways. Osiris thought as he picked up a drink and sniffed at it before downing it. He had invited his son Anubis, but, as per usual, Anubis had declined. Guess I should expect that by now, but I always keep asking him to come to these things. Osiris shrugged an got back to his party, letting himself get a bit drunk in the process. It was then that Isis arrived. Or so he thought; if he'd been in his normal frame of mind, he'd have noticed that Isis was a bit taller than usual, and that her walk had a bit more hip in it than usual, not to mention that the look in her eyes was not characteristic to his wife at all. "Isis! Thought you couldn't come!" Osiris exclaimed, heading over to who he thought was his wife. Isis giggled and wrapped her arms about Osiris' neck and said "I found tht I had the time for it, after all. Now, are we going to party, or are we going to party?" 'Isis' had arrived late, and so the party was winding down; she'd chosen her time perfectly. Osiris got the hint, grinned, and whisked her off to his private quarters, where they had a little 'party' of their own.
Now:
Osiris didn't know it, but his once greenish tinted skin was now back to a normal tan color, and he felt more, well, alive than he had for many, many years. Especially since, when they'd arrived to wherever this place was, he'd landed flat on his face and his nose had started gushing blood. Blood! He hadn't actually bled at all since the day he bacame an undead zombie-god. Heh, zombie, that's a funny word. Osiris thought to himsef as he sat up, clutching his bleeding nose. Come to think of it, how did I even know that word? It never existed as such back home, even though I kinda fit that definition, except for the mindless part. Well, Isis would claim that I fit that part of the definition, I suppose. Finally Osiris ripped off two bits of his tee-shirt tee-shirt? and stuffed them up his nostrils to stop the bleeding. Oddly enough, he still had his knack for farming, seeing as how he more or less invented that practice. He, like Anubis, also kept his power over the dead, though in his case, he could see and talk to ghosts, whereas Anubis could put people under. We've always made a good team, my son and I. Osiris thought a little absent-mindledly as he checked his nose to see if it was still bleeding. Fortunately for him, it had more or less stopped, though he left the parts of his ripped shirt just to be safe. He was quite glad that it was too dark for the majority of people to see, for he knew he looked rediculous.

[spirit_queen]

Isis
Then:
Isis, Queen of Heaven, Mother of the Gods, The One Who is All, Lady of Green Crops, The Brilliant One in the Sky, Star of the Sea, Great Lady of Magic, Mistress of the House of Life, She Who Knows How To Make Right Use of the Heart, Light-Giver of Heaven, Lady of the Words of Power, and Moon Shining Over the Sea, stood by as none other than the Pharoah's daughter went into labor. Isis often helped as much as she could, though she could not show her Immortal Self to a mere human; she had to remain invisible and assist the attending priestess wherever possible. She used her healing magic to ease the pain and to speed things up a bit, as she herself quite obviously knew what labor was like. But, then again, if she'd never gone into labor, she'd never have had Horus, her little golden boy; Isis favored Horus, and spoiled him quite rotten. Anything her "baby" wanted, all he needed to do was whine to mommy, who would get it for him no matter the cost. To Isis, he was the perfect son, the one she always wanted; it didn't matter that he was more than fully grown now. No, to her mind, it was like he was still but a toddler, who would always need mommy around to care for him, and she saw nothing wrong with that scenario. She didn't necessarily mean to, but her son Anubis would always be just rated second best; it was a good thing Anubis didn't care. So she thought of her boy Horus as she worked to help in the birth of this new child, remembering the way only his right cheek dimpled when he smiled as a kid, and marvelling at how things changed. For a minute there, she wished she could turn back the clock, and have her baby boy back; but, then, it took the adult Horus to get Set banished to the desert, didn't it?
Now:
Isis came to with a gasp and sat immediately upright. She tried to inspect the area around her, but sight got her nothing; wherever she was, the air was cool, perhaps a bit dank, and the "rock" beneath her was cool, rough, and dry. Isis scowled into the darkness, wishing she had enough power to call up some light. Instead, she had to make due with taking off one of her amulets and hissing some harsh words to it. Soon, the amulet lit up with a reddish glow, allowing her to see without hurting her eyes too much. Her round, soft face lit up with a perfect, rosey-cheeked smile, and her dark eyes twinkled in the red light. She held the amulet aloft in slim, delicate fingers to see who was there, and was quite relieved to see Horus and- "Osiris? You're not green!" She said aloud in spite of herself, staring at her rather alive, young-looking husband. She was far too shocked and self-absorbed at the moment to care that there'd be those with extra-sensitive eyes who might be a bit blinded by her light, or that the light could signal to someone other than their small group that they were there. She only cared for her dear, sweet Horus and her loving and very much living husband. Any other thought that came to her about anyone else she shoved right out of her pretty little head.

[Miranda_]

Set sat up and opened his eyes, right at the moment that Isis shone her light. He blinked and muttered, "Stop that right now," not knowing who was making the light, only that it was annoying him.

[Silent_Wolf]

Bastet covered her eyes when Isis shined the light. "I have to agree. Please, dim it a little. It's like looking at the sun." This was only because her eyes were able to see in the dark; they would adjust to light if given the chance, but a sudden bright light would hurt. Thoth just made another whimpering noise and stood up nervously; Bastet stayed on the floor with her face covered by her hands.

"Oh, dear. It ah, seems that we're not at home anymore." He'd placed the quill and blanket scrap into a pocket of his pants - his brain registered them as 'jeans' - and his hand was currently twisting the blanket around in his pocket. "And we're teenagers." He paused. ".. And a teenager is evidently a, quote-unquote, modern equivalent to what we consider the adolescent years...?" He cleared his throat.

[spirit_queen]

Isis scowled at her brother and didn't dim her amulet until Bastet asked for it. "There, dimmed it." she made her way over to her husband. "What did you do to your nose, dear?"

"What? Oh, I just arrived here on my face, that's all." Osiris said with a shrug.

Naphthys snorted at the way Isis was trying to baby her husband. "Someone tried to do a rather clumsy summoning spell, that much I could figure out; if you want more info, ask Anubis." Neph said to Thoth, hooking a thumb at Anubis.

[Silent_Wolf]

"It may be simpler, yes." Thoth turned to Anubis. Bastet mumbled her thanks before sitting up and uncovering her eyes.