84. So Long Suckers

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Last chapter…

Artemis failed to get good cell reception in the middle of the forest, but that’s okay bc there was a really nice probable cult member lurking around in the woods to ‘show her the way’.
Naturally, Artemis followed without question.

Cassandra had some feels on a beach (if anyone deserves a time out for feels on a beach, it’s this poor lady tho, geeze), then she decided to be brave by trying to float away; didn’t work as intended, woops.

Oberon planned ahead but was left hanging (Cassie was busy ok), so he decided to just yolo and go for it (I’m sure that’ll end well).

Oly and Spud saw us out with a peek into life as a dream-toddler, and it turns out that Guardians can’t be bribed or threatened, but by golly, maybe they can be bargained with?

Onward!

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Anubis

“There it is, right where I left it.”

‘It’ was apparently a sacred temple, dedicated to the patron Goddess of their founding Queen…Anubis had been expecting something marginally grander.

“This is as far as I go; it’s probably fine, but I don’t want to accidentally rip apart time and space by bumping into my past self.”

It was still difficult to swallow that he would be soon be meeting the vampiric former self of the man who had raised him.  Perhaps there was even a part of him that believed this to be some sort of strange, elaborate ruse.

“Is that truly what would happen?”

Pili shrugged, “dunno, maybe I watched too many sci-fi flicks in the modern world, but why take the chance, right?”

“Agreed,” Anubis had no earthly idea what that meant, but he agreed that unnecessary chances with time and space should not be taken.

A sudden swell of emotion assaulted him.

“Pili, I know that you are not my father, but I–”

“None of that, come here son.”

Pili pulled the young man into a tight embrace, “I may not have made you, Anubis, but I raised you as my own and shaped the man you’ve become; never doubt for one moment that I am your father.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I don’t mean that in a weird Darth Vader kind of way.”

“O-okay.”

“That guy in there is you uncle, and he isn’t me,” Pili’s tone was almost frustrated sounding, “one day he will be, but not for thousands of years and a hell of a lot of fuss, you get me?”

“I do,” well, not really, but Anubis felt like he was clever enough to figure it out eventually, and this man didn’t need any additional burdens of worry.

“Good lad.”

“Are you nervous about the change?”

“I–am.”

Pili nodded, “yeah, I was too, it’ll be okay though, I promise; it only stings for a few,” he blinked, “well, weeks.”

“That sounds…bearable?”  Especially next to the rather daunting business of trying not to miss one’s home and family all day every day.

“Totally.”

A short awkward silence fell between them, “so, um, any other questions, or–?”

Anubis knew they could not draw it out any longer.

“No, sir,” the young man glanced back toward the temple, “I will join your past self and become an immortal guardian until such a time as your future son, Mosi, is ready to take on the mantle for himself, at which point I am free to seek a cure if I please or–retire.”

“I don’t really want to think about you retiring, to be honest,” there was a catch in his voice, “but I’ll leave that part up to you.”

“Kebechet…” he didn’t really know what to say, but Pili seemed to understand.

“I’ll keep her safe, and that little bun of yours too.”

“She’s really cross with me.”

“Yup.”

“She should have chosen Horus,” he felt an unpleasant tightness in his bowels saying it out loud.

“Nah, I think she made a good call…or was it Hattie that decided?”

Anubis managed a smirk, “give Hattie my best when she stages her hostile takeover?”

“You betcha.”

“I suppose I ought to…” he gestured weakly at the temple in the distance.

“Yes, right!” Pili looked uncharacteristically awkward, “well, take care, son; you will be missed.”

Anubis turned and strode away.  They, too, would be missed.

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Kebechet

Kebechet was never going to forgive that selfish lack-wit for abandoning her!

“It is not up to me, Highness,” he’d reminded her, “the Goddess needs my service elsewhere.”

“But I am your Queen!” She’d protested, “I need your service here–”

Wasn’t serving the Queen exactly what the Goddess demanded?

“You are my Queen, Kebs,” he’d murmured to her, “you always will be.”

He’d never said anything that nice before…it was…weird?  And painful.

Nice words weren’t supposed to be painful!

“But what if I am carrying a boy?” She’d demanded, trying to repress a sniffle, “who will sire my daughter if I’m carrying a boy and you are gone.”

“There is always Horus, or, if you are willing to wait a couple of decades,” he smirked at her, “Garai.”

Kebechet huffed at the memory of his teasing; he was always teasing, even when she was clearly very distraught.

Her eyes sought out Nafi’s little boy, and the princess huffed again.

‘Garai indeed,’ if only mother were ready to step down and hand Kebechet her rightful inheritance! She could command someone to go fetch a fine new breeding slave from The Basin to sire her daughters.

The thought failed to fill her with the happiness it once had…what in Goddess name was the matter with her?

‘Do I no longer wish to be Queen?’ Absurd! That could not possibly be the case; being Queen was all she had ever wanted for herself for as long as she could remember.

The baby inside her shifted, and Kebechet’s eyes fell on her sister.

Hatshepsut hardly spoke to her now, and she could not figure out why; was her sister displeased about the baby? Probably so, as a new princess would mean a lower position for Raet’s youngest daughter.

‘She’s jealous, clearly,’ Kebechet tried to push away the concern about her sister’s behaviour. After all, there was nothing to be concerned about! What could Hattie even do?

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Hatshepsut

The fool looked especially pathetic and weepy today; not surprising, perhaps, given that Pili had finally carted their cousin off to the temple, as he had been threatening to do for years.

‘Goddess forbid that I be so pitiful when I carry a child,’ Hattie frowned, ‘surely Athena cannot be pleased with this creature that is set to inherit her Chosen Line.’

All this fuss over a boy, of all things! Granted that Anubis was clever, and capable, and fine to look at, and certainly they did seem to enjoy one another, but it wasn’t as though there weren’t other males to be had.

‘What is one young man against the solemn burden of a crown?’ Kebechet clearly did not understand what it took to bear the weight of Athena’s Grace.

But Hattie certainly did.

“What are you plotting now in that plotty little head of yours?”

“I am not plotting…much.”

“It’s still early in the day,” Horus winked at her, “plenty of time to glare at your sister in contempt as you contemplate her ultimate demise.”

“Doesn’t it bother you? The way she mopes around here wailing and complaining, carrying on about how unfair everything is, and oh my Goddess you guys! Can you believe he just left me to go do his sworn duty to our deity?”

Horus snorted. “Careful little sister; your eyes just about rolled out of your head.”

“She’s a disease, Horus,” Hattie glared at her older brother, “a blight, a stain on the proud lineage of Bastet.”

“Aw, she’s still really young, Hats! Cut the girl some slack–”

“I am still really young, also,” snapped the princess, “but you don’t see me pining after Anubis like some besotted, simpering fool.”

“I’m sort of tempted to pine,” Horus sighed theatrically, “not gonna lie, he had some damn finely sculpted buttocks.”

Hattie snorted, “you are an idiot.”

“Fair enough,” he poked her, “boop!”

“…Seriously, Horus?”

“Kekekekekeke.”

Movement drew Hattie’s attention away from her brother’s antics.

“Where is she going?” As if there wasn’t enough to worry about with Kebechet pregnant and mooning about, now there was this peculiar new woman making herself comfortable in their settlement.

“Taveah’s actually really nice, Hattie, you should give her a chance; she’s been teaching me and Pili these bendy exercises called yoga.”

“I have no doubt you men enjoying bending with Taveah.”

As much as Hatshepsut would have welcomed a new Tribal Sister, there was something in this woman’s sudden and mysterious appearance that did not sit quite right with her…

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The Berber Company Captain

“Well?” Tadla the Berber stared expectantly at her minion.

Taveah shrugged a shoulder and smiled, “their chakras are all over the place man.”

“Focus Vee, I don’t give a shit about their chakras; tell me about the treasure.”

“Oooh, yeah!” The woman nodded slolwy, “riiight, the treasure…I totally forgot!”

“Oh for fuck sake,” Tadla felt a migraine coming on, “I should have sent Mayua to do this…”

“May? Duude!” Gasped the incompetent weirdo, “I haven’t seen that cat in like, woa…”

Watching Taveah try to calculate spans of time in her head was both exhausting and not why they’d come here in the first place.

“Vee! Snap out of it, tell me what they’ve got.”

“Well there’s this suuuper nice ginger chick and her short homegirl, don’t remember their names and stuff, but, they’re in a poly with this bald dude, and, omg Tad, I know you like the ladies, but, you should see this guy!”

Taveah stood there in a daze, no doubt seeing ‘this guy’.

“I’m not paying you to ogle the marks, Taveah!”

“Woa, you’re payin’ me?”

“Er, why yes, very handsomely, in fact.”

Well, perhaps handsomely was a bit of an exaggeration…but it was hardly Tadla’s fault they were in a bit of a slump!

“Aww! That’s really decent of you Boss!” Taveah came in for a hug, forcing her employer to take a step back.

“Just–hurry up and tell me about this ginger chick’s loot, you need to return before you are missed!”

“Oh sure, no sweat Boss! Um, I don’t think they got any loot tho, I mean they’ve got some food and a few stone statue thingies–”

“What?!”

“Like, don’t get me wrong tho, I’m not sayin’ it ain’t a nice place–”

“More things I don’t give a shit about!” Tadla felt her last nerve snap, “you get back there and find me some damn treasure, or so help me Goddess, I will sell your ass to the flesh market!”

Did other mercenary captains slash entrepreneurs have to put up with this nonsense?

“Okay, okay, chill Boss Lady! I’ll have another look!”

The Berber woman turned away from her minion with a scoff, “see that you find something this time! There will be no third chances.”

And she almost certainly meant it this time.

“Ulfr! Thorin! Put your cocks away; we’re leaving.”

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Footnotes:

Hattie! You pervy peeper!

Also, omg!  MORE CASTING CALL SIMS!! /flings confettis
See?  Told you we’d see more of them (didn’t I?  Oh, maybe I didn’t…surprise!!)

I’m sure we all remember Taveah (by Skcaga6) who dropped in rather unexpectedly last time we visited Simchu Pichu!  (You do remember that, right?  OMG, okay, here is link to page of chars thing: LINK).

So now I’m pleased to welcome the enterprising Mercenary Captain slash Entrepreneur, Tadla the Berber (by InfraGreen) and her large axe-wielding Nordic henchman Ulfr (also by InfraGreen), and Thorin (by Sassie).

HAPPY SIMMING!!