| Jörð | (gogreenplease) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-17 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | adonis, jord |
Who: Jord and Adonis
What: Jord is pissed. And Scared. Shit will break, storms will rage, and Adonis will...probably be frightened.
When: Monday Night.
Where: Jord's apartment
Warnings: Language is likely? Who knows what else?
The storm had rolled in unexpectedly sometime during the midmorning. It baffled the weathermen, baffled the scientists, but this was the coast and freak weather happened sometimes, and anyway, had it not been just last week when those tornadoes touched down in the midwest? They shrugged, monitored conditions, and brushed it off. Where there any in this city who truly understood what was going on, where this freak weather found it's origin.
There was one, at least. The goddess who instigated the earthquake, who destroyed the factories, who now stood in her high-rise Manhattan office, eyes narrowed, seething. Regardless of whatever favor the grey-eyed goddess had thought she was doing, Jord was not impressed or amused. It was a mark of her ability of self restraint that she was able to keep herself from being any less polite or formal. No, the goddess had not given her name to the enemy, but she may as well have.
Christians.
What business would they have rending the earth? And YHWH was a jealous god, he would not allow that sort of power to fall to anyone else in his pantheon. Only the big man could perform such feats, and he was far too busy with his own affairs to worry about the mewlings of the Greeks. It would take little time at all for Guns and his allies to realize that Christians had nothing to do with this. It would take less time for them to realize that it must have been a nature deity. And then, though it may have been virtually impossible to trace back to her, the list would be very short and she would be on it.
And so black clouds rolled into the city, rain fell in torrents and sheets, and the buildings were whipped with an icy arctic wind.
The goddess was barely able to control her temper long enough to finish the day, to make it home, to have a civilized discussion with Hades. But when she reached her apartment, she knew that the power already swirling around her would not hold itself for long. The front door slammed open under what she thought was a light touch, and icy wind inexplicably following her into the house. Two glasses on the counter shattered, and as she stomped over to the kitchen and out onto the roof, another burst of wind blew through and slammed one of the cabinet doors right off of it's hinges. She didn't know where Adonis was, but she imagined he would follow her.
Once on the roof (the lightening rod snapped apart when she opened the door), Jord stripped off her suit jacket and button up shirt, letting the icy rain hit her arms and chest, torso covered only by a black camisole. She pulled off her heels and ripped away her stockings, leaving her barefoot there on the roof, quaking in fury, lighting flashing overhead.
She was, in a word, furious.