Who: The Furies (Alecto at first) and The Phonoi Where: The Phonoi’s weapon shop When: Day time What: It’s that time for the boys to pack their bags for some quality time with the Fates. Warnings Language, attempt at violence (lmao that’s so fun to say)
Alecto told her sisters to wait in the car. This was a one woman thing. She didn’t need her sisters upstaging her for such an event. Oh, she wanted to bathe in the glory of seeing the Phonoi in such a pathetic state they may as well be braiding each others hair. A smile formed on her cigarette occupied lips. She droped the cigarette and stomped on it with a stiletto heel before she slowly made way into the boys' shop.
Ohh, all those weapons in which she was sure slit throats of numerous mortals. Guns in which could now not go off sat lonely on their shelves and she saw sickles dangle back and forth from the ceiling, some dripping with blood still. Perhaps they had tried to off themselves they hated this so much.
“Lovelies! Come out, come out wherever you are! Alecto wants to give you a little hug.”
She brought down a sickle and played with it idly in her hands. These little terrors were getting in the goddamn car or so help her she would drive individual sickles into their backs and have her sisters drag them to the Fates store.
“Don’t be shy.” She took out a flask from her purse and took a sip. “I even brought you some alcoh-oh that’s right never mind. And here I was being generous yet the New Gods have been so unkind.”
She sat down at a bench and waited for one of them to show themselves. Hell, she even got out a magazine. They couldn’t harm her and if they even tried she would have their asses on the ground before they could say how much of a bitch she was.