Giovenith wrote:"I understand. A few have devoted themselves to the easier tasks of trying to block their Influence from any followers. And if you wish to join, it is entirely your own choice," she explained. "My Mother is not in charge of this war, she... hmmm... heard the commotion, jumped into the squabble, and is now trying to hold down the kid's arm while Athena tries to wrestle the knife away and Loki tries to get a good aim to kick him in the head. So to speak." She chuckled a bit, though there was cynicism behind it.
"If it's Loki, Athena should remember to duck," Swith grinned.
She reflected more upon the situation. "Gods? One would join for the sake of battle. One would stand across the room and throw scraps of paper in the hope that the wind would somehow cause a papercut to his foe, one would sit on the sidelines and clap his hands as the corpses piled higher, and the final and youngest one... I foresee the potential for these children to destroy perfection, thus the youngest would become involved. The youngest might rally the eldest but the middle two have their own agendas. Perhaps they'd involve themselves in the quest to block influence, but it would be for selfish gain. The next best thing would be to jump to the gods that oppose the these four but I really couldn't tell you how they would approach the threat. The entire pantheon really is a clusterf*ck when you think about it."
Swith put down her teacup. "Alright. I'm in. What do you need me to do?"
