Pestilence (virulently) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-04 12:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | athena, pestilence |
Who: Pestilence and Athena
What: Her much needed vacation!
Where: Pestilence's home in Southampton.
When: Thursday, 26 March 2009
Rating: Assuming Athena can keep him in line? Probably fairly mild, but it is Plague...
The Southampton street was surprisingly quiet, its stately homes watching the road with the smug condescension of the old and well preserved. Underneath the two gods, Hephzibah roared with delight into the silence as she charged through dead leaves and unblemished pavement. A few curious faces peered out of windows but both Pestilence and his transformed Horse ignored the onlookers. He was still worried; churning over everything Athena had and hadn’t said before he’d picked her up for this little escape. Hezzie had insisted on coming along, throwing a fit at the mere mention of a town car. That was the only reason he was driving down a barely remembered street with the only women alive who he couldn’t refuse. It was going to be an interesting trip. The saddlebags were filled with more than they could physically hold, a waste of power to be sure, but if it kept his ladies happy, Plague would be willing to enchant a whole damn collection of evening bags. Though mercifully neither of them was the evening bag type.
Without guiding, Hezzie turned into the corner house. Even from a distance it would have been clear that it was Pestilence’s residence. The fence was rusted wrought iron, one of it’s spikes had long since surrendered to gravity and impaled a patch of weeds at the entrance. Hephzibah’s approach had the massive gate swinging open soundlessly, a surprising feat since it had first appeared to be rusted shut. Gravel crunched under the motorcycle’s wheels as they pulled up the drive. Dead grass stretched to either side, broken only be an occasional patch of dying weeds, dead flowers, and a lawn gnome bearing a suspicious resemblance to the Lord, Jesus Christ, performing an obscene act with a camel.
The house itself was tastelessly grandiose. A redbrick affair, the wrap around porch was punctuated by white, Grecian style pillars and lounging furniture best suited to Southern mansions, or would have been in their hey-day, like everything else the chair and table groupings had long since seen their better days. Hephzibah snorted her disgust but obligingly paused to allow Pestilence and Athena to disembark; he grabbed the saddle bags, tossing them over one shoulder so he could lean heavily on the cane. “Nothing like a stay at the old country place.” He smiled warmly at his companion, offering her his arm. “I really hope you packed that bikini. Otherwise I’m going to have to find a far more creative way of scandalizing the neighborhood.”
[ooc: hideously backdated because Pestilence!mun has lost her damned mind. I'm so sorry Shira! *grovels and does pennance*]