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The world has been rent for years, decades in fact, by the outbreak of the Titans. Major disasters have been averted by the efforts of the Gods and some of their more powerful, more practiced Scions. But the world has grown more dangerous through the years overall, the more savvy Titans having waited until the Gods and their children were tired from the fighting.
And they've decided to use some different weapons this time. There are still violent monsters, but they are somewhat fewer. The Titans - some of them - have gotten wiser and tried a different tack to diminish the Gods' armies.
Evan
As you walk onto the set to start filming your next film, you notice the title of the movie tacked to the door: "Icelandic Sluts Part 7". That isn't what your agent had told you would be next, but before you can approach the director about it, a production assistant approaches with a manila envelope in his hands.
He hands it to you hesitantly, and smiles. "Have a good taping, sir," he says. "If you . . . I mean, I've never seen the lady who asked me to give this to her, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask if you thought we could get to to work for us." A deep breath, and he exhales. "She was . . . a total knock-out, looked a lot like you, but . . . it wasn't your sister, was it?"
Before you can answer, he is called off by a pissed-off sounding woman, and scampers away. You open the envelope to find a letter written in a neat, archaic hand. Son, I have no time to explain right now. Take this ticket, help our people. There will be companions, they will be like, but unlike, you. It is signed with the rune Fearn, and inside is a plane ticket to Reykavik.
Hikaru
You're sitting in one of the new international relations courses you were enrolled in after your trip to Mexico and the ensuing incident. This class is about the European Union and the nations that are not part of it, most notably Iceland. You aren't particularly interested, but are paying attention because you have to. You're still a little peeved that you weren't able to change your schedule back after you were able to be a girl during the day, but you're trying to make the best of it.
Your teacher calls your name and holds out an envelope made of thick, heavy rice paper, sealed with wax embossed with five megatama gems in a circle. Inside is a letter excusing you from your classes for the foreseeable future and a plane ticket to Reykavik. On the inside flap of the letter is written Perform honorably.
Kenta
The babe on the other side of the bar is smiling back at you, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and no boyfriend in sight. That's the first time this week you've drawn the eye of a lady who wasn't out with some muscle-bound ape. Just as you're about to stand up and go talk to her - and hopefully get someone to go home with you - a stocky Japanese man sits down at your table.
He downs his beer and slams the glass down on the table, along with a set of papers held together with a red silk string fastened in an intricate knot. Without another word, he stands up, leaving his glass and the papers behind. When he's no longer blocking your vision, the woman you'd been looking at has left, her half-empty drink glass on the bar.
The things held together with the string are a plane ticket to Reykavik, and a short note saying Don't disgrace yourself in front of your cousin.
And they've decided to use some different weapons this time. There are still violent monsters, but they are somewhat fewer. The Titans - some of them - have gotten wiser and tried a different tack to diminish the Gods' armies.
Evan
As you walk onto the set to start filming your next film, you notice the title of the movie tacked to the door: "Icelandic Sluts Part 7". That isn't what your agent had told you would be next, but before you can approach the director about it, a production assistant approaches with a manila envelope in his hands.
He hands it to you hesitantly, and smiles. "Have a good taping, sir," he says. "If you . . . I mean, I've never seen the lady who asked me to give this to her, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask if you thought we could get to to work for us." A deep breath, and he exhales. "She was . . . a total knock-out, looked a lot like you, but . . . it wasn't your sister, was it?"
Before you can answer, he is called off by a pissed-off sounding woman, and scampers away. You open the envelope to find a letter written in a neat, archaic hand. Son, I have no time to explain right now. Take this ticket, help our people. There will be companions, they will be like, but unlike, you. It is signed with the rune Fearn, and inside is a plane ticket to Reykavik.
Hikaru
You're sitting in one of the new international relations courses you were enrolled in after your trip to Mexico and the ensuing incident. This class is about the European Union and the nations that are not part of it, most notably Iceland. You aren't particularly interested, but are paying attention because you have to. You're still a little peeved that you weren't able to change your schedule back after you were able to be a girl during the day, but you're trying to make the best of it.
Your teacher calls your name and holds out an envelope made of thick, heavy rice paper, sealed with wax embossed with five megatama gems in a circle. Inside is a letter excusing you from your classes for the foreseeable future and a plane ticket to Reykavik. On the inside flap of the letter is written Perform honorably.
Kenta
The babe on the other side of the bar is smiling back at you, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and no boyfriend in sight. That's the first time this week you've drawn the eye of a lady who wasn't out with some muscle-bound ape. Just as you're about to stand up and go talk to her - and hopefully get someone to go home with you - a stocky Japanese man sits down at your table.
He downs his beer and slams the glass down on the table, along with a set of papers held together with a red silk string fastened in an intricate knot. Without another word, he stands up, leaving his glass and the papers behind. When he's no longer blocking your vision, the woman you'd been looking at has left, her half-empty drink glass on the bar.
The things held together with the string are a plane ticket to Reykavik, and a short note saying Don't disgrace yourself in front of your cousin.