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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 2:36 pm
Artemis began to head towards the noise carefully keeping her bow ready to shoot at a moments notice in case what they were checking out was hostile enough to attack a god and goddess.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:09 pm
((Gabriel_Alex is now Ares, god of war!))
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:29 pm
(AWESOMESAUCE! Ok Before we go much farther we need to come up with an idea for how the idea Herry and I came up with can be launched so let me know when you sign in sometime Amata and if Herry's on we can IM each other to plan everything out. Does that sound like a good idea?)
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:07 pm
OOC: ((That I am))
IC:
A light pitter-patter of rain fell gently on the dark figure's form leaning on a brick wall in an alley. Ares, the God of War himself, stood quietly, carefully watching the display before him. Drunks were always too easy.
The two men had just gotten out of the bar and had been good friends going in, but as they came out, Ares was having his way. Mortals were always so easy. A whisper here and there. He took your keys. He bumped you on purpose. Call him this, call him that, and next thing you know you have the display before you.
"You never appreciated me as a friend!" screamed out one of the men as he prepared to rear back a fist.
"You never deserved appreciation Tom, ever since you slept with my Linda back in college," said the other one and he too reared back.
From the shadows, Ares grinned widely. Both fists connected with a loud crack that resonated throughout the street despite the light rain. Both staggered backwards and with a simple wave of his hand, Ares caused two broken halves of bottle roll conveniently right near both had landed on the ground. Ares watched with pleasure as both predictably grabbed their two bottles and rounded on each other.
A slash here, a cut there. Soon enough the street was running red as the sweet smell and sounds of glorious violence was erupting in what had been such a calm street. Satisfied with his little game with the two, the puppetmaster himself adjusted the leather collar of his trenchcoat and the God of War walked past them calmly as he lit up a cigarette and started on his way down the streets of the city.
Not even the sirens of the squad cars noticed as Ares made his way through. Sure drunks were entertaining enough, but he was really in the mood for much larger prey today. It had been quite awhile since he had stirred up some trouble in the mortal world afterall and he was long overdue.
"No more prison riots, or bar brawls after today," he said quietly to himself. "Maybe a mob boss stirring up trouble, or a gang war that spills out into the streets," he said as his grin widened once more and he flicked his still lit cigarette into a nearby trashcan. The modern, day cities are always so much fun, he mused.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 3:05 pm
On her way to Heracles's, Athena caught a glimpse of Ares reveling in the destruction and violence of modern-day cities and sighed. Ares. That idiot. Well, he wasn't exactly an idiot, he just liked destruction and blood more than architecture and wisdom. And he liked his motorcycle better than the library. That Ares, that type of idiocy. It was the worst kind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 3:04 pm
((OOC: I can play as Heracles now.))
Heracles was also noticing Ares's distruction. At the moment, Heracles had just finished teaching at the gym and was wearing his gray and blue sweat suit and backward ball cap.
"Crap, if I'd gotten here sooner maybe I coulda broken this fight up," Heracles thought as he watched the cops bodybag the two men.
He sighed, then noticed Athena. "Yo Athena!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 7:10 pm
"Ah, Athena," Ares said as he noticed her walking past. A sheer look of disgust was on her face and he wouldn't have had it any other way with his half-sister.
His grin was clearly showing as he ran a hand through his thick, black hair. Sometimes, he wondered how she had ever come to be known as a Goddess of War, what with her affinity more for books and buildings. How could anyone, much less a goddess of war not be able to revel in chaos and destruction. It was so, exhilarating.
He vanished and reappeared, seated on a park bench in front of her. "So, know of any good wars going on lately?" he asked.
Just then, his half-brother Heracles came by. Without so much as a word to Ares, Heracles addressed Athena as if he didn't exist.
"So if it isn't the Boy Wonder himself," he said with a mocking smile. "I swear, once you stop playing with those boys at that high school and get back to the world of grown-ups, you just might start a fashion craze what with those sweat shorts. Joggers everywhere will hail you as their god, Heracles. And truly, I shall be the half-brother of the God of Fitness," he said sarcastically.
"But what good is fitness if it is wasted away and not used," he mused.
"Hmmm...," he said standing up from the bench. "Well, I don't wish to spoil all the interesting things that I know you two have to say to one another, so I'll be off to have a little fun of my own. Please try and stop me if you wish, you know how much I love conflict and all. But either way," he said as he turned his back to them both. "You can count on Uncle Hades appreciating my work much more than yours."
With that, he started walking away as the image of him slowly faded until it vanished.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:26 pm
"I wonder why Uncle Hades would want more dead folks..." Heracles pondered before thinking, "God of Fitness that's pretty catchy... I wonder if that could catch on, hm?" mrgreen
Heracles noticed that Athena was still there, "Uhm, hey sis what's up?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 2:27 pm
"Oh, I was just bored, and I decided to talk to you. So, how's the 'God of Fitness' doing teaching classes at the gym?" Athena said. Her mind was still half-lingering on Ares. Hades is probably sick of all the overpopulation problems he's caused in the past half-hour, she thought.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 3:59 pm
"Oh y'know same old, same old. I've been trying to entertain myself among the mortals since it's kinda fun." Heracles saw the cop car leaving, "I wonder what's got Ares doing small scale damage, he's usually into causing big wars and stuff like that..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 6:20 am
"Maybe he's saving up for one big cataclysmic event," Athena suggested, mentally shuddering.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:49 pm
Heracles shurged, "Could be. I wonder if Aphrodite could calm him down a bit so we don't have to deal with it, but you know me if he does cause a big war I'd be ready to lend a hand." mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:40 am
"So much to do, and so little time to do it in," Ares mused to himself as he reappeared in the halls of Mount Olympus. As he walked along the cool stone marble of the hall, the torches lit up around him, welcoming the God of War to his particular abode.
With a swift push, the heavy doors of his bedchamber opened revealing his room. He smelled the air and revelled for a moment in the sweet scent of Aphrodite that still lingered from their last encounter. A smirk came to his face at the memory.
Brushing it aside, he went to his desk and pulled out a rather large book and landed it heavily upon his desk. On its cover, it indicated a History of War. In it, Ares had managed to procure a history of nearly every war of every age.
After flipping it a few pages, he paused for a moment and ran a finger through the words almost as if he was feeling them while he read. He closed his eyes and shut the book replacing it once more. What a deliciously wicked idea, he thought to himself.
With that, he got up from his chair and made his way back to the door. Seems he was going to be paying another visit to mortal realm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:24 pm
Poseidon's beard moved as past him stormed young Ares. Another one of his moods. That boy is going to make a mistake one day that he'll seriously regret. Putting a weather-worn hand into his coat pocket, his fingers found the unusual shape of a small steering-wheel. Pondering how it got there, he forgot that Solarinn had lagged behind and accidentally disgorged a pigeon above Ares' person. Hearing the colourful curses from Ares, he turned back to retrieve his draconic ward.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 4:13 pm
Rathunta Poseidon's beard moved as past him stormed young Ares. Another one of his moods. That boy is going to make a mistake one day that he'll seriously regret. Putting a weather-worn hand into his coat pocket, his fingers found the unusual shape of a small steering-wheel. Pondering how it got there, he forgot that Solarinn had lagged behind and accidentally disgorged a pigeon above Ares' person. Hearing the colourful curses from Ares, he turned back to retrieve his draconic ward. OOC: ((That's god-moding. You can't control my character, Ares.))
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