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Tweak says, "you sank my battleship!"

Kali (ihatesweet) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-26 01:21:00

Entry tags:

!closed, gabriel, kali

WHO: Kali and Gabriel
WHAT: The Goddess arrives.
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: Outside the Grand Library
RATING: TBD (probably fairly high for language, sexual situations, and killing of NPCs)
STATUS: In Progress

Kali was pissed. Gabriel was dead, Lucifer was still roaming free, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about any of it. She hated feeling helpless, absolutely detested it, and yet that's precisely what she was. Completely helpless to stop the upcoming Apocalypse. Completely helpless to bring Gabriel back, or to even give him a piece of her mind for being stupid enough to risk his own life for hers and a couple of mortals. Nevermind that said mortals had helped her get the hell out of there before Lucifer could come after her. Nevermind that said mortals might actually figure out a way to do what an entire room filled with Gods hadn't. They were mortals and therefore were beneath her. And she was about to tell them as much, along with not so politely requesting that they pull over and let her out of their ridiculous vehicle, when quite suddenly she wasn't there anymore.

Blinking once, Kali's frown was a wary one as she gazed about at her new surroundings. Books. Rows and rows of books. Most didn't have any titles but, upon closer inspection, she spotted a handful that did. Not many and they were scattered about, but they were there. As were, apparently, the guards of wherever it was that she'd wound up. Large, metallic guards that made her arch an eyebrow and tilt her head slightly as they approached her.

Approximately three minutes later, the door to the library swung open and Kali casually stepped through the doors. The suits of armor were still figuring out how to piece themselves back together, precisely where she'd ripped them limb from limb for daring to try and touch her. She ignored their clanging and instead glanced out at the city beyond the stairs upon which she stood. As the doors swung shut once more and effectively cut her off from the library, she allowed herself a few steps forward. A low whistle from the nearby sidewalk made her gaze snap in that direction.

The man standing there took a step back, eyes widening as he realized belatedly that perhaps he shouldn't have drawn the beautiful woman's attention. A few seconds later he fell over dead and Kali continued down the stairs with a casual gait and began moving at a serene yet determined pace toward the shops just down the road.

She would rip them all apart, one by one, she decided. She would kill every mortal she came across. She would lay this entire city to waste, if she had to, but someone was going to pay for daring to treat her in such a manner.

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archtrickster
2010-04-28 01:57 am UTC (link)

Gabriel knew the instant Kali was there, like a strange sort of awareness in the back of his mind that slowly made itself known. They had a special bond like that. Or they'd tried bondage a few times. Something along those lines. That was practically the same thing really. But that was all beside the point. You'd be surprised how rarely the point involved bondage. It was a shame, if you asked him. The point was that he knew she was there, and for the first time since he'd arrived, not counting arriving and realizing he wasn't dead or the Great Stripper Adventure with Loki (as he had taken to calling it...he thought it was pretty damn catchy), he felt sort of happy. Okay, scratch the 'sort of'. He was happy. And not just in his pants, though that usually came with Kali. Sometimes more than once. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Right. He was getting distracted thinking about sex and if he didn't stop thinking about sex, he'd never get around to having really angry make-up sex with his crazy bitch goddess. What? That was totally a compliment. Kali would have hated anything actually complimentary, and everyone knew the crazy ones were the hottest in bed. So now he just needed to go and find Kali and hope she hadn't killed everyone yet. That would be awkward to explain to Dad. He was pretty sure 'I'm sorry my pagan goddess possibly-ex-but-maybe-not-girlfriend killed everyone, but she's a sexy bitch so please don't smite her' wouldn't go over well.

Thankfully, when he arrived where Kali was, she hadn't killed anyone yet. Well, there was that one guy, but he looked like he probably deserved it. Smiling to himself as he watched her, she'd always been especially attractive when she was in a destructive rage, he whistled and then grinned. "Now, now, Kali," he said, "what's the fun in killing everyone? I know you think killing people might make them like you, but it doesn't. It just makes people dead." He paused. "I got that from a musical."

The grin became an honest to Dad smirk. "Miss me?"

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ihatesweet
2010-04-28 02:14 am UTC (link)

It was Gabriel.

The thought was enough to make the Goddess stop in her tracks. Her expression remained neutral-bordering-on-deadly, as was typical for her, yet somewhere inside of her she felt something twitch. It wasn't much, and easily ignored, but the fact remained that the realization that Gabriel was standing directly in front of her and was alive certainly earned some sort of reaction.

Wait. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she really thought about what she was seeing. Gabriel was alive. Except, she knew that wasn't true. Yes, he apparently was quite good at faking his own death, but he'd actually died in his fight with Lucifer. She was positive of that fact. Yet there he stood, smirking at her and rambling on about something involving not killing the mortals and how there was a musical and honestly she wasn't paying a bit of attention to any of it because he was alive. She forgot about her surroundings. She forgot about the mortals, and the library, and even for a moment forgo about her own anger.

Then came the question regarding if she'd missed him. Her answer was instantaneous and not at all verbal. She simply closed the distance between them and locked gazes with him. And promptly slapped him across the face.

"That's for dying," she bit out, arm falling back to her side as one corner of her mouth lifted in a partial smirk that didn't reach her eyes and really didn't much constitute as an actual smirk in the first place. Reaching up once more, this time she grabbed the front of his shirt, hauled him closer, and captured his lips for a searing kiss.

Breaking the contact, she added in a hard tone, "Don't do it again."

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archtrickster
2010-05-13 07:03 am UTC (link)

Okay, ouch! That had hurt. And damn it, she was even hotter when she was being all abusive. That probably would have been a weird sentiment if centuries hadn't taught him that a slap to the face would probably be followed by sex. Hey! He was a fast learner. Still, he was lucky for angelic healing. He didn't want to have an afternoon special with Mom about how he 'really had walked into a door, honest'. There would be tears and bad acting and worse camera work, and he had standards, okay? He at least warranted a Lifetime movie, and if he got a choice, this little film would just be a porno. What? Those had plots.

Sure enough, after the slap and some words he really didn't pay attention because he'd heard them or something like them before (Don't mock Ganesh, Don't fuck with turtle boy, Stop making Baldur cry like a little girl), she was kissing him. That was always his favorite part, even more than the steamy bits. Don't get him wrong, he really liked the steamy bits, but he had a romantic side. It just wasn't the same as Baldur's 'sweet', totally gay style of romance. He still couldn't believe Kali had moved on to Baldur of all people. Except she hadn't, obviously.

"Not really in my planner," he told her as she broke the kiss. "I like being all not-dead. It has its perks." He pushed her back against the wall of a building, kissing her again. For the first time since he'd got here, he felt completely certain of his place. "I can't believe you fucked Baldur!" He broke the kiss long enough to speak. "Baldur! He's just...he's gay. Really gay. Backstreet Boys gay. Gayest gay to ever gay gay. Gay."

He felt better having made that clear, and went back to kissing her.

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ihatesweet
2010-05-14 02:27 am UTC (link)

As Gabriel waxed poetic about his opinions on Baldur's true sexual orientation, Kali arched an eyebrow. Had he not stopped when he had, she likely would have slapped him again if only to shut him up. Fortunately, he seemed to have gotten it out of his system quickly enough and then they were kissing again. Which was good, because she had missed kissing him.

She had actually just plain missed him. He knew she had missed him. She knew she had missed him. Anyone with a brain and a pair of eyes would know that she had missed him. Getting her to admit it out loud, of course, was completely impossible and akin to suicide, but when it came to Kali there was one thing that those who survived long enough in her presence soon realized. She didn't have to say it, to feel it, and she didn't have to be nice to show what she was feeling.

Which was good because she wasn't nice. She wasn't even close to nice. She was mean, she was vile, and she derived pleasure from the pain and suffering of others. It was partially why she couldn't fault Gabriel for having pretended to be a Norse God rather than admitting who he truly was. Deception she was familiar with. It was the name of the game for her.

Only this time there wasn't any reason to be deceiving. Because passion ran so close to anger that often the lines were blurred, and if there was anyone who could combine the two beautifully it was her.

So she returned the kiss, fingers on one hand sliding through his hair just a tad rougher than necessary while the other traced its way down the front of his chest. She ignored the sounds of traffic around her as well as the stench of humanity that filled the air. Her focus was on Gabriel, on the pleasure of the moment.

Until someone spoke.

"Fuck, that's hot."

Kali instantly stilled, yanking Gabriel's head away from hers and turning her own gaze sharply to the man standing not ten feet away. He was grinning widely, holding a beer bottle loosely in one hand. Meeting her gaze, his grin grew. "Don't stop on my account, sweetheart," he encouraged her. Kali simply stared back in response, one eyebrow slowly raising as his beer bottle crashed to the ground and he began to claw at his throat.

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