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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:06 pm
 Three. Three little bouncing bundles of joy (though such a term would most likely not be used for these perticular bundles). The silver female was officially a big sister now, and none too pleased. Or rather was far from pleased and maybe a tad peeved over the name chosen for her new brother. There was now a Death and a War, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were finally complete, but the name of her brother had been chosen to be Conquest. She knew the stories, and she very well knew what such a name ment (at least in her mind). It was the Four Horsemen, not five. Whenever she had heard stories of the Four Horsemen and Conquest had been listed as one, there was a...lack of another certain Horseman. Pirticularly her. Pestilence. Where Conquest was, there was no Pestilence.
And it didn't help that the bald little boy had taken a liking to her.
So to remove some of the anger from her mind, to stop herself from wanting to go up to the little kit and strangle it to its death she was going to take one of her new baby sisters out.
Pestilence would take War to her weapons shed, show the little costumed kit where she kept it, in the middle of nowhere was what she liked to call it. It was a little ways off from the Place, as there was no way she'd let any untrusted slave-puppies into it. Not the place where she kept all her weapons. That shed was one of her favourite places to be, and as such only those she trusted would be let near.
Not to mention that this was War. War would need weapons, and even if there were weapons at home, she wanted to show the little kit all of her weapons. Maybe even dig up some of the small ones she had used when she was small and pass them onto her. Or maybe she'd just let War borrow them. Pestilence was very very protective of her weapons, as many of them she had either made or helped make.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 3:36 pm
 War was... curious. Her elder sister was peculiar, but amusing, and when Pestilence had offered to take her out of the house, well... War didn't want to pass up a chance to become familiar with the terrain of her home territory.
Besides, it was rather boring inside.
She peered at the door of the shed once they arrived, by all appearances giving it a blank look. But quietly she was checking the distance from the ground to the locked door and wondering how long it would take her to learn to pick locks proficiently enough to get inside. She'd have to be taller to get to the lock without assistance... hmm. She hadn't quite figured out how her floating ability worked yet.
"Issa wha?" She asked, turning to Pestilence. Still a rather blank look of innocence on her face, somehow distinguishable beneath her mask, if more difficult to make out precisely. All the better. It made it harder for anyone to figure out what was going on behind her facade.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 3:28 pm
The female's hidden grey gaze shifted from her little masked sister to her wonderful weapons shed. Oh it was a wonderful sight, and a place where she spent a lot of time. Infact it was such an almost calming sight to her that she quickly forgot that she had come to it to show her new sister. Well that was until War spoke, and pulled back Pestilence's weapon BOOM obsessed mind.
She stared at War for a moment, the look on her face, as blank as a white wall. This pirticular sister seemed to always appear so innocent, not at all how she imagined a War sibling to be at all. Ah. All the better to have to train her then, keep her listened to everything and to drill a fact into War's little head. She was in charge of the Horsemen. Pestilence. And she always would be. The sooner she could get that fact into the kit's mind the better, after all she couldn't take any chances of one of her siblings not liking how she ran things and wanting to take over leadership. Oh she'd rather die then see such a thing happen.
"THIS, War." she spoke spreading out her arms in order to show off the shed. "Is my weapons shed. A place that you WONT EVER come to by yourself. If I'm not with you, you DON'T come here. -But I figure you could use some stuff. You seem way to helpless right now, and we really can't have that for a Horseman! And since I'm SUCH a nice sister I'm going to let you........borrow, some of my things. Anything you could want. Except my poisons! That's a Pestilence thing, and not to be touched by the likes of you!"
With that out of the way, she unlocked the door, pushing it open before turning back to War. "Now come on then. And DON'T TOUCH anything, I don't need you blowing up any of my stuff by accident." She gave War a less then gentle push towards the shed's doorway, before trotting inside.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:30 am
War would have objected to being shoved inside the shed; would have, except that she was playing the game now. Make Pestilence underestimate her. Play the part. See how long it would last. Deception, misdirection. This was her practice for better games yet to come. At least, War hoped so.
So the shoved sent her trotting akwardly inside the shed, and she sat down just far enough inside that Pestilence could fit and maybe close the door behind them if she want. But Pez, dear Pez, would have to either step over or go around little War if she wanted any farther into the shed. Oh yes.
She took the moment to peer around curiously. Ah... poisons were all well and good, but they weren't really War's thing in any case. There was no game, no back and forth, no battle or strategy to behold if one simply poisoned an opponent and let them die. That wasn't even chaotic. It was boring. Not that Pestilence needed to hear that opinion either.
"Wha's 'em do?" She could speak better. If she wanted to. But this was another piece of the facade. Layer upon layer of little things to make it ever more difficult to see beneath the mask. Yes. Perhaps this would turn out to be entertaining, in the end.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:55 pm
War was playing a game that Pestilence did not think possible of one so young, or one that was to be part of the Apocalypse. It was simply not possible for the little costumed kit to have any smarts. After all War didn't even think. There was never anything in her mind, it was just like dead air in that head of hers. Not that the silver female's mind would even shift in the direction of thinking that War was playing games with her. Making her underestimate her. At least not for a long while.
The elder sister walked in behind the kit, making a rather tight turn to close to door. Darn the little idiot for just ploping down right there in her way. Of course she had just about no brain, but that was no excuse. "Stupid War. MOVE!" she grunted, smacking her paw against the back of the kit's head before stepping over her. "And we need to teach you how to speak! -And all this stuff, blows up other stuff. We DON'T use them in here! Get a brain will you!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:59 pm
War rolled with the blow, using her legs to shift her momentum just enough that Pestilence's thoughtless blow did not really her and tumbled forward, for all the world looking startled. She shook herself before sitting down again, once more peering around the shed. Explosives? Interesting.
"I talks." She stated simply at her sister's mention of teaching her to speak properly. She would have to be careful, given Pestilence's temper, on how far she pushed the issue, but there were some things she had to maintain to keep the facade in place. She tilted her head and scrunched up her face as if in the midst of a difficult thought. "Where I finna brain at, Pez?" That should do it.
If Pestilence actually had a decent answer War would have to wonder why the elder Horseman didn't go get one herself.
After a moment she stood and toddled somewhat akwardly over to a random shelf of weaponry and got so close that her nose was perhaps a milimeter away from touching it before she stopped. "I getta use it?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:20 am
There was a grunt as the female glanced back at her younger sibling. The way she spoke, well it certainly wasn't good enough for her. It was downright annoying, but out of her three new siblings War was the only one that she felt she could stand at the moment. Death must have been droped as an egg, and had more random outbursts then their father, and well why she didn't like Conquest could be told over and over again. Simply put, at least War was just dumb. She got on her nerves, but all she needed to do was teach the kit who was in charge. After all she was the one that was leading the Apocalypse.
"That's NOT talking, moron! I don't know how anyone can take listening to you." Pestilence hissed, pining her ears back. Another grunt, her tails swishing across the ground. "Speaking properly will be something maybe Luci can teach you or someone that will make sure you learn correctly."
A brow arched as she was asked where to find a brain. "Oh I don't know War-" she lowered her head down to the little Horseman's level. "-Maybe you should go try and pull a brain out of someone expendible and shove it into your head! ANYTHING would be an improvement with you!" The female scowled, turning away to get something, her eyes were only off War for a moment, but that seemed to be all it took for War to be up and close with some of her weapons.
Pestilence was just about grinding her teeth, a little too close to a shelf with some of her favourite weapons (though just about everything was). "NO! -You'll use what I give you! NOT what you want to use!" She picked up a rather small...thing, it could cause destruction, but just not as much as some of the bigger weapons that filled the shelves. "Here. You can play with this one. -But remember. NOT IN HERE." You had to repeat things with idiots, so she was not going to stress it enough that weapons were not to be used in the shed.
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