Cichol's Story

Cichol whistled as he looked at the cut and grinned slightly. "That looks bad, m'lady. I will find this scoundrel if you wish and teach him a thing or two." He said. "Now, here hold this.." He handed her the wrappings he had pulled out of the bag. He then opened the alcohol bottle and poured it into his mouth, finishing the bottle in one gulp. He then tapped her arms, once, twice, three times and each time, the cut disappeared a little at a time until there was nothing but new skin and no sign of a scar. "There, back to perfection."

Cichol chuckled again. "As you wish, m'lady. I won't push anymore then." He said softly. "The reason I exist, but don't.." He waved his hands around, as if trying to find an answer he was looking for. "I am merely a thought. A dream, per say." He said, finally, although he did not seem satisfied with that answer. "But yet, I am here, talking to a very beautiful lady and protecting her from my meals and ill mannered patrons." He said, waving down the bar tender and asking for another whiskey for himself. "Would you like more? This round is on me if you wish." He said, his smile never failing to be that of a soft comfort. He placed his coins on the counter, depending on her answer.

Cichol laughed an airy laugh before taking a sip of his whiskey after the toast. "I guess it's become part of the norm to expect something thrown at me from someone who suspects I mean ill will towards someone." He said softly. "Now, how about this.." He reached into his coat and pulled out what looked to be a business card and handed it to her. "If you need help, with -anything-, it doesn't matter what time of day it is, give me a call. I'll be there as soon as I can." He said, his irish accent thick as he spoke.

Cichol seemed appalled. Flabbergasted at the fact no one had given her a gift before. His jaw nearly fell, if it hadn't been rude to do so. "Seriously? No one has given you a gift? Never for your birthday? Never for a holiday?!" He exclaimed. "Then it is my mission, no.. Duty to make sure to make that up to you, m'lady." He said.

Jack then returned to his usual calm smile. "I can promise that."

Cichol pulled out the napkin he had earlier. "Pardon me.. That came out of no where.." He murmured. He snapped his fingers and the ostrich disappeared. His blush was more evident now, as the sneezing and ostrich was pure accident.

Jack turned back to her after a minute, his sweet smile upon his face. "I honestly can say I can relate. Though it is easier for me to change that than you can, as I'm not hinged to rules.." He muttered. "But! Again, if you ever need anything, Wendy. Anything at all, I shall do my best to grant you your wish." He said standing up and placing a few more coins on the counter. "I'm afraid I must leave for now, but I do hope to have the pleasure to meet with you again, m'lady." He bowed, attempting to grab her hand again and kiss it as he had done earlier.

Cichol smiled apologetically. "Aye, its a bit of a startlin', I will admit. But I wasn't expectin' someone to be paying much heed to my entrance. 'Specially one as pretty as yourself." He said, rubbing his chin.

Cichol chuckled darkly. "Awh, come on. You were jealous of her, and you know it." He grinned. "I already have some fine asses at home. They have really big ears and one's got a white spot on his side." He said with a fully serious expression. "I mean, there is a lot to be jealous of. I give gifts, I'm a little good lookin', and hey I'm rich. I also don't treat people with disrespect, even if I don't like them or what they are doin'." His irish accent was thick as he spoke, and his voice got quieter and quieter. "So you see.. I don't take advantage of people. I don't hurt people. I don't attack people at random. And I don't like people who do all three. Soo.." He stood up and spread his arms out. "That is why you'll never have me. I'm sorry to break your heart, but alas its true." He took another sip of his whiskey. "Now don't weep, please its embarrassing. I'm sure your heart will settle on someone else later on."

Cichol raised an eyebrow at Raiden again. "You and who's authority. I am doing nothing wrong." He then turned back around to Maeleth. "Maeleth. I wonderful name, I will say so myself." He bowed slightly. "My name is Jack." He smiled, his Irish accent thick now that some of the whiskey had gotten to him. "What type do you usually drink? I personally go for orange zest myself." He added. "Or Chai, Chai tea is heavenly."

Cichol laughed softly. "Most teas are relaxing, though others have more of an effect to that nature." He said, looking at the menu of 'teas' the bar sold here. "Ashwagandha is wonderful tea as well." He tapped the short whiskers on his chin softly. "Orange Zest wouldn't be a good one to relax, though it does perk one up.. Chai seems to help me relax and give me an extra boost.. Does that sound like something you'd like to try, m'lady?"

He then wrinkled his nose as he listened to Raiden, but shook his head. "The church does not find your name appealing? Well, not that it counts, but your name is like a soothing breeze on a spring day by a bubbling stream." He was one to try to at least flatter.

Cichol smiled softly. "Yes, but it would make me an even worse gentleman." He said quietly, leaning over just enough to tap her, once, twice, three times on the arm. Each time he did, the wounds healed a bit more until they faded away. "There you go." He said softly. He then snapped his fingers, and her clothes mended on their own, as if they were almost brand new.

"I do not wish to let you keep suffering if I can do something about it, m'lady." He then would try to take her hand to kiss it as he had done before. "I am glad to hear no one has gotten your lamp yet though."

Cichol tilted his head. "Why do you have to go back to your lamp?"

Cichol nodded softly. "What if your master never makes 3 wishes? And he doesn't mind if you simply roam about?" He murmured. "What if that happens?"

Cichol nodded and smiled. "To the bar it is." He murmured, standing up to brush the sand and stuff off himself. "And to get you warmer. You ready?"

Cichol smiled and then went to hug her gently. A breeze would pass and once again they were simply gone.

A slight breeze picked up within the hall and from the shadows walked a man in a modern suit with his hands in his pockets. His blue hues glinted slightly as he noticed the other gods and a warm smile appeared on his maw. "Although I do agree a leader is in need to push us in the right direction, we're all here for a common cause already, aren't we not?" He said, his voice thick with an accent similar to that of Irish.

"Sorry I'm late for the party." The man said, inclining his head slightly to show he was submissive. Or he'd like them to think he was anyway. "I'm afraid I did not receive the invitation until recently, and then I had to figure out what to wear. Is there any whiskey left?" The man joked, although he seemed dead serious.

However, his smile faded and he went to business. "I will have to agree with Norman's earlier subject. How will we determine an enemy of a world already in shambles? Is there truly an enemy to face? I will admit it is difficult to change something that has freedom to choose whether it should smoke or quit as its bad for its health." He commented. "Imbalanced as it may seem," His gaze turned towards Serenade, "this was chosen not by us. So why must we clean up the mess now? Don't get me wrong, I'm not ready for the party to go to the dogs yet -- No offense." He switched his gaze over to Lobos.

A line drew itself through the air, one that separated planes of existence, and dimensions that would otherwise we cut off from their brothers. The line widened, becoming a shape coloured in a mixed haze of purples and yellows, and as this shape expanded into a doorway, a man stepped through dressed ceremoniously for the occasion.
The purple trees behind him began to warp and collapse; the yellow grass that changed tones caught in the spiralling implosion. It wasn't long until the door too began to spin, rapidly growing smaller until it disappeared completely.
Cenoic stood in the room, watching the gathered pantheon with a dusty black tome held under his right arm that he seemed unwilling to release. The book was large, thick and sealed shut by ropes of scriptic runes written in his own blood; it glowed in response to the presence of the deities.

Cenoic, a man with a skin tone similar to grey, and pointed ears betraying the race to which he once belonged, stepped forth and into the fray. He took the book, and placed it upon the surface of something that wasn't there, where it sat and made ominous the air around it.

"I do not categorize myself as a God, but I will take my place in this gathering none-the-less. The gardens of the Nerami Ceren grow tired of the longing cries of its inhabitants - those who are there only because of the inadequacy of their patron deities to prevent such insanity-birthing paradox. The cells of my home are rapidly filling, my power and the power of all who serve me stretching as we try to contain that which has been caused by such chaotic release upon the mortal realms. This threat, whether organized or not, must be ended, lest you wish to risk the release of a much greater threat from a prison only I can warden."

A lovely soft harmony would be heard as a woman made her way up to the table, her dress seemingly made of flora, her face old but young, and eyes full of great wisdom. There would be tears in her eyes, as she bowed to Odin and no one else, "I apologize for the tardiness brothers and sisters, I am trying to keep Heaven from cracking into war, and thus this is not easy. I am Gaia one of the last Titans still alive in this realm, most have moved on including the Father of Zeus. You of course know I mean Chronos." pausing she would approach closer to the group, "I assume you have heard Yahweh the Christian God has abandoned his throne after the gates of heaven were smashed, we are slowly restoring order, but from what I heard, I agree. The planet is in pain, as am I due to this."

Sighing she would let the marks of the planet over her flesh, each burn, each wound, each cut a way something horrendous had been inflicted on her.

"I do not mean to shock my brothers and sisters, but I feel the pain more so because it happens to me, I have been trying to ignore this for a while, but being dragged to fore-front has opened my eyes to depressing fact, I have two decisions once this is over consign myself to the oblivion the original Titans did, or attend this meeting and maybe find a solution. Whatever the case, there is something approaching and we can't handle unless united, that means all even those who goals are mess than noble." surveying the crowd she would continue, "I wish we did not need to rely on them, but before I came here I called Hel to come, she is yes a tool in Ragnarok, but this is why we must have her on our side. If we allow prejudices to be our masters, we shall never progress."

Taking her seat, she would end, "I understand some may know I don't typical pick a side, but even my pacifism must die, because I feel with that, there will be worse threats to come. Threats that no one but us can handle."

With that she would point to shadows and slowly a girl whom hair was ginger-white, her face dead-alive, and her dress long and black, would approach, bowing to the Norse Gods carefully, "I hope I can help AllFather and thank you for this chance, despite what people may think..." pausing she appeared rather unsure, "I am Hel of Nifiheim the Realm of the Dead... I feel the disturbances too, but I feel unable to act or do anything, I shall simply try offer words when I can, thank you again."

Hel would then sit down, unsure of how everyone would react, and clearly apprehensive about all this.

Abubis, who all this time chose to simply watch and listen in silence as the more opinionated Gods stated their claims, concerns, and possibly solutions, finally stood from his seat to speak. The Jackel headed God was just as worried about the current state of the mortal world because it directly effected the Gods of Egypt in ways that demanded each and every one of them to be attending this meeting, yet he was the only one among them to show his face. He was sure it was the doings of the ever proud Horus that kept the other Gods away and the more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that it was probably for the better, had Horus come himself he would no doubt parade around demanding he be made king of the gods to declare war on unknown enemies, his absence saved them all a headache and allowed him the opportunity to speak freely.

" It seems as though we can all agree that the situation is bad and getting worse, every second this continues Ma'at continues to fade and the powers of Chaos continue to grow, if things keep up the way they are Apophis, the old enemy of creation will no doubt rise again to swallow everything. To put it simply if we don't figure this out there won't be a mortal world save and with them gone we are sure to fade as well "

Anubis held out his right hand which was folded shut but there was a bright light escaping through the spaces between his clenched fingers " However you all are clearly aware that not every one among us can be as easily trusted as others, if the Gods themselves cannot have order among themselves for even a cause such as this then there is no hope for Ma'at. This is my solution " he uncurled his right hand to reveal the Feather of Truth, the sacred relic used in his courts to judge the souls of mortal, if the posseser of the feather uttered even the smallest white lie they would be immediately consumed in flames and that applied to Gods and mortal alike.

" Each and every one of us here must swear a pact of absolute loyalty and devotion to our cause while holding the Feather of Truth, and I think you all know what happens to you if you dare to claim falsehoods while holding the feather, no God is an exception to this rule. This is the only way you will have the support of Egypt " he said as he gazed around the room, he expected quite a few of them to refuse the test out of pride and to be insulted by the fact that he would suggest such an extreme to test their loyalty, but if he could not fully trust them he would not stand by them and he would make no effort to convince Horus to do the same.

Cichol closed his eyes. "Ah, maybe." He chuckled. "You are mysterious little things.. Perhaps I will get to know you better.. If you want that is. But.. I think my old body needs some sleep.. Unless you need me to help you to get back home.."

Cichol grunted. "They know me as Jack. But.." He peeked through one eye lid. "I am Cichol." He muttered. "Just between you and me. Lemme know if something bad happens.. I'll wake up and take care of it when it does.."