Coup Data (part 24)
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28th October 2012
12:22 GMT +3
Hephaestaean grips Zeus's wrists, trusting in his armour to survive anything less than a concerted effort. The turquoise gun comes around, only for a lightning bolt to disintegrate it.
Zeus grins a rictus, shouting to be heard over his own winds. "I have you now!"
"No."
The remaining mechadendrites lunge for Zeus's forehead wound, and
Sapping.
dig.
Ares frowns as his father's forehead bulges, then takes a firmer grip on the hammer and marches towards Hephaestaean with it raised high. "If I have to do this myself, then-"
Hephaestaean releases Zeus's forearms and punches him in the chest, knocking him back as his head bleeds even more freely.
"-I expect-"
Ares swings at Hephaestaean's exposed back, striking-.
The hammer stops in the air, Ares barely keeping his grip as it does.
"-to-. What?"
"Cursed Oathbreakers, your honour's in pawn,"
"I hoped that I'd meet you here, Ares." Hephaestaean turns away from where Zeus is clasping his forehead to face Ares. "Did you really think that I'd forget what you can do? That isn't just a weapon; it's an engineering tool. Almost anything can be used destructively, but that doesn't make my forge hammer into a weapon of war."
He holds out his right hand, and with a small flare of electrical activity the hammer flies to him.
Detected.
I look-. I watch a small fly crawl between Zeus's fingers and take wing, launching itself towards me.
Thought.
I just hope that she remembers how to be a person as well as a fly.
"And worthless the vows you have made,"
Ares grabs his sword and shield as Hephaestaean swings at him. Ares is easily able to turn aside the head of the hammer with his shield, but can only stare as the shield begins to rust away from the point of impact.
"Things built-" Hephaestaean swings again and Ares steps towards him, catching the haft of the hammer on the rim of his flaking shield. The blow is stopped but now the decay is even faster. "-by the hand-" Ares stabs at the cleft in Hephaestaean's chest plate, only for the sword to be intercepted from the side by a mechadendrite. "-of man or god."
The fly hovers in the air next to me and
Actualisation.
shimmers, shifting into a humanoid woman in her middle years, wearing what appears to be a leather and fur mini-dress. Rather than look as confused as I assumed that a woman in her position would look, she's focused on her surroundings immediately.
Which means that she gets to see Ares's sword crumble to rust as Zeus pulls himself upright, wiping the blood from his eyes.
Ares stares at the bladeless hilt-
"That-."
-as Hephaestaean's hammer comes around in a full swing and smashes him in the side of the head, sending him crashing to the ground!
There's a quiet groan, then Ares lies still.
Preparation over Passion.
"Yaagh!"
Zeus charges Hephaestaean from behind, wind blades coating his hands once more. But he's just rushing right in, not evading or flying. Hephaestaean raises his hammer and jabs with the butt of the haft right in Zeus's forehead wound.
"Gah!"
Zeus staggers back as Hephaestaean advances, head of his hammer hitting Zeus in the ribs, stomach, arm and face. I nod in satisfaction as Zeus's nose is flattened across his face, but otherwise remain silent as Zeus finally collapses to the ground. He's conscious but insensible.
"Justice shall see you where others have gone,
Delivered to those you betrayed."
"Hm." Hephaestaean plants the butt on his hammer on the floor and with his left hand and two tentacle mechadendrites explores the cut in his chest. "Reasonable. I'll improve it for next time."
Metis takes a few steps towards him, more curious than cautious.
"What are you?"
"I'm a god infused with the power of a nascent titan. I am Hephaestaean, God of Technology and Artifice. And you are Metis." He gestures to the door. "You are free to leave or remain as you choose. Your daughter Athena is looking forward to the opportunity to get to know you properly."
"I will stay."
Hephaestaean nods, then marches up to Zeus and grabs him by the neck with his left hand.
"Nygh."
"Don't worry, Father. I don't intend to kill you." He moves his hammer so that the head of it is touching Zeus's bloodied face. "But I find the concept of a weather god who doesn't understand thermodynamics positively offensive. I cast you into exile until such time as you graduate with a Masters in Meteorology. Only then may you return to Olympus. Do you understand?"
Zeus manages a very weak nod.
"Good."
He bends, slamming Zeus into-. Through the floor, which ripples like water to allow his passage and then returns to stone.
Hephaestaean then hesitates, taking a deep breath. Then he takes off his helmet, a quiet hiss sounding as the seal is broken. His face is still recognisably his, but the oddly metallic hair is far shorter and the expression is… Sharper. Not stronger exactly, but far more focused. More determined.
He reverses the hammer and slams the head into the floor.
"By the might of my arm and the power of my soul, I declare myself Hephaestaean, King of Olympus." He looks at me and he doesn't smile. But he does give me a respectful nod. "This was a dream, once. And as for the rest…" He turns and walks towards the fallen Ares. "I dismiss you as God of Battle. I don't know who I'll replace you with… Hippolyta or Kratos, probably."
Now he smiles, and it's not a pleasant expression.
"But that means that I need to give you a new job, doesn't it? I can hardly leave you to your own devices."
He lifts the head of his hammer a little way off the ground.
"I think… God of Eunuchs."
He brings the hammer down.
12:22 GMT +3
Hephaestaean grips Zeus's wrists, trusting in his armour to survive anything less than a concerted effort. The turquoise gun comes around, only for a lightning bolt to disintegrate it.
Zeus grins a rictus, shouting to be heard over his own winds. "I have you now!"
"No."
The remaining mechadendrites lunge for Zeus's forehead wound, and
Sapping.
dig.
Ares frowns as his father's forehead bulges, then takes a firmer grip on the hammer and marches towards Hephaestaean with it raised high. "If I have to do this myself, then-"
Hephaestaean releases Zeus's forearms and punches him in the chest, knocking him back as his head bleeds even more freely.
"-I expect-"
Ares swings at Hephaestaean's exposed back, striking-.
The hammer stops in the air, Ares barely keeping his grip as it does.
"-to-. What?"
"Cursed Oathbreakers, your honour's in pawn,"
"I hoped that I'd meet you here, Ares." Hephaestaean turns away from where Zeus is clasping his forehead to face Ares. "Did you really think that I'd forget what you can do? That isn't just a weapon; it's an engineering tool. Almost anything can be used destructively, but that doesn't make my forge hammer into a weapon of war."
He holds out his right hand, and with a small flare of electrical activity the hammer flies to him.
Detected.
I look-. I watch a small fly crawl between Zeus's fingers and take wing, launching itself towards me.
Thought.
I just hope that she remembers how to be a person as well as a fly.
"And worthless the vows you have made,"
Ares grabs his sword and shield as Hephaestaean swings at him. Ares is easily able to turn aside the head of the hammer with his shield, but can only stare as the shield begins to rust away from the point of impact.
"Things built-" Hephaestaean swings again and Ares steps towards him, catching the haft of the hammer on the rim of his flaking shield. The blow is stopped but now the decay is even faster. "-by the hand-" Ares stabs at the cleft in Hephaestaean's chest plate, only for the sword to be intercepted from the side by a mechadendrite. "-of man or god."
The fly hovers in the air next to me and
Actualisation.
shimmers, shifting into a humanoid woman in her middle years, wearing what appears to be a leather and fur mini-dress. Rather than look as confused as I assumed that a woman in her position would look, she's focused on her surroundings immediately.
Which means that she gets to see Ares's sword crumble to rust as Zeus pulls himself upright, wiping the blood from his eyes.
Ares stares at the bladeless hilt-
"That-."
-as Hephaestaean's hammer comes around in a full swing and smashes him in the side of the head, sending him crashing to the ground!
There's a quiet groan, then Ares lies still.
Preparation over Passion.
"Yaagh!"
Zeus charges Hephaestaean from behind, wind blades coating his hands once more. But he's just rushing right in, not evading or flying. Hephaestaean raises his hammer and jabs with the butt of the haft right in Zeus's forehead wound.
"Gah!"
Zeus staggers back as Hephaestaean advances, head of his hammer hitting Zeus in the ribs, stomach, arm and face. I nod in satisfaction as Zeus's nose is flattened across his face, but otherwise remain silent as Zeus finally collapses to the ground. He's conscious but insensible.
"Justice shall see you where others have gone,
Delivered to those you betrayed."
"Hm." Hephaestaean plants the butt on his hammer on the floor and with his left hand and two tentacle mechadendrites explores the cut in his chest. "Reasonable. I'll improve it for next time."
Metis takes a few steps towards him, more curious than cautious.
"What are you?"
"I'm a god infused with the power of a nascent titan. I am Hephaestaean, God of Technology and Artifice. And you are Metis." He gestures to the door. "You are free to leave or remain as you choose. Your daughter Athena is looking forward to the opportunity to get to know you properly."
"I will stay."
Hephaestaean nods, then marches up to Zeus and grabs him by the neck with his left hand.
"Nygh."
"Don't worry, Father. I don't intend to kill you." He moves his hammer so that the head of it is touching Zeus's bloodied face. "But I find the concept of a weather god who doesn't understand thermodynamics positively offensive. I cast you into exile until such time as you graduate with a Masters in Meteorology. Only then may you return to Olympus. Do you understand?"
Zeus manages a very weak nod.
"Good."
He bends, slamming Zeus into-. Through the floor, which ripples like water to allow his passage and then returns to stone.
Hephaestaean then hesitates, taking a deep breath. Then he takes off his helmet, a quiet hiss sounding as the seal is broken. His face is still recognisably his, but the oddly metallic hair is far shorter and the expression is… Sharper. Not stronger exactly, but far more focused. More determined.
He reverses the hammer and slams the head into the floor.
"By the might of my arm and the power of my soul, I declare myself Hephaestaean, King of Olympus." He looks at me and he doesn't smile. But he does give me a respectful nod. "This was a dream, once. And as for the rest…" He turns and walks towards the fallen Ares. "I dismiss you as God of Battle. I don't know who I'll replace you with… Hippolyta or Kratos, probably."
Now he smiles, and it's not a pleasant expression.
"But that means that I need to give you a new job, doesn't it? I can hardly leave you to your own devices."
He lifts the head of his hammer a little way off the ground.
"I think… God of Eunuchs."
He brings the hammer down.
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