Enyo: Goddess of War, Violence and Blood (bathesinblood) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-12-17 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~ares, ~enyo, ~eris |
So Much Potential, Let's Not Waste It [tag: Eris, Ares]
It took some time after the filthy Norseman left before Enyo did anything of substance. There had been a momentary thought that he wasn't quite as filthy as he was in past times. She couldn't speak for their Nazi camp meeting, since she'd barely had time to absorb anything other than the bullet he put in her. But it seemed that he'd at least discovered soap and maybe a flea comb. Still missing a hand. She didn't understand why he just didn't repair his corpus, or at least get a hook or something.
But everything else, she hadn't given it any consideration until a number of days later. She still wasn't really considering the likelihood that Lefty would have just happened upon the Brat to ask her to take him to Violence's Olympic temple. It was just awfully coincidental that the one he found happened to be her niece.
Enyo was sitting in a scalding hot bath, water not blood this time, where the water was warm enough to actually steam and fog up all the mirrors in her bathroom. It was an old claw-foot tub, deep enough where only her shoulders and up was visible, well and her toes because she was fiddling with the faucet. Regardless, she was reclined when she seemed to finally recall the actual reason for Lefty's visit, and she was going to call him that from now on. Barbarian was just too general a term, it could apply to any Nord. Lefty had sought her out because he thought she had his missing brother.
A brother that was important enough that he was willing to risk insulting Olympus by openly accusing her of taking him. This had so much potential that it shouldn't be wasted. If the Norse were scrambling to find their missing god then there was a way to manipulate the situation in order to cause a war to end all wars. An inter-pantheonic war. It would be easier if they actually knew where the missing Norseman was, was there a name -had Tyr given her a name? It would be hard without knowing, but not impossible.
She'd just have to convince the Norse that they had him and weren't going to let him go. Correction, they would have to. There was no way she was going into this without including her beloved Ares and Eris. It would be like old times.
So she called out to them in a very plain and simple way. A very divine way. “Starting an inter-pantheonic war in three easy steps. Ask me how. Who wants in? You know you want in. Let's go over the possibilities. I'm at home... on Olympus. Master bath.” It was about as close to a divine text message as there was, except that Enyo was very anti-texting. She was sort of anti-cellular phones. She had no need for one when she could easily send messages to the handful of people she cared to talk to in a more divine manner.
And now she waited for the fish to bite.