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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
2010-05-13 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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