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Zelus ([info]competitiveedge) wrote in [info]forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-04-13 23:36:00

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Entry tags:bia, nike, the headless horseman, zelus

Who: Bia, The Headless Horseman, Nike & Zelus
What: Somebody's in trouble~
Where: The Plaza Hotel
When: Immediately following this unfortunate little incident

There was rarely a time when Zel came to regret the things that he did, but when that rare happenstance occurred, it was often entirely too late.  Such was the case now, when even Bia was suggesting that he get the hell out of dodge before his little sister caught up with him.  How could he have known the bastard would have been able to track Nike down, let alone have the balls to show up her apartment and try to go all psycho on somebody who'd never laid eyes on him?  Even if that someone wasn't the right someone to begin with, but that was neither here nor there.

How many times before had he given out either of his sibling's name in jest just to save his own ass from any unsavory curses, hexes or bodily injury - and no one the wiser?

That damned mortal mooching off his sister surely didn't help matters, and Zel couldn't help the small pang of disappointment that the pissy German didn't get the job done - saving himself the trouble and the added bonus of clean hands after the fact. 

It was pride and pride alone that kept him from high tailing it out of the city on sheer principal, instead opting for a little vacation from his apartment and any of his typical haunts.  Choosing a nicely crowded hotel where a lot of noise and destruction would be frowned upon, a little lot pricier then he usually tended to lean towards and going one step further with checking in under an alias (because really, how would someone really draw any likeness from Dean to Zelus?), he just planned on hiding away for a couple of days until his baby sister had a little time to cool her jets and see just how irriational she was being about this whole thing.

If not...well, he just hoped that his mother was still busy flitting about with her funky schwag and not down in the Underworld if things got too out of hand.  A pissed off Nike (and Athena for that matter) was bad enough, but to have to deal with his mother's wrath too once she caught whiff of his activities...it just wasn't something he would have liked to think about.

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-13 11:35 pm UTC (link)
Since the night prior, Faust had not the chance to rest. His body was weary, his head was in constant pain, all because of a certain blonde goddess. If Greeks were truly this troublesome, he might even have some second thoughts in dealing with them in the future, name-calling or not. However, his thirst for revenge was still strong, the only thing that kept him going even when there was a nicely sized cut in the middle of his chest, given to him by Nike, his captor for now.

There wasn't words to explain how much he hated the blonde woman right now, how she had deprived him of what he was originally seeking, and also how humiliating it was to be ordered to find this "Zelus", apparently someone she knew about. Apparently, this man was the source of all this trouble, but as much as Faust wanted to direct his anger and hatred to this man, he was reluctant, especially with this Nike woman constantly pushing him about.

"Here," he rasped, hand kept over the wound on his chest as his other hand held onto his sword that had been wrapped with newspaper. Faust had let the both of them in front of a hotel that looked rather grand and expensive, as he wondered who exactly was this man that he was about to behead.

But it really didn't matter when said man was to be dead soon enough.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-13 11:47 pm UTC (link)
Nike's head and feelings were numb at the moment. If her conscience and loyalty were a bit stronger, she would feel a little bit of a remorse as to what she was about to bring upon her brother's head (no pun intended), but he had crossed the line when he sent this psychotic swordsman to her door, wrecking havoc in her home, and almost killing Jared. Given, she wouldn't have cared if he had ruined that of a certain Olympic swimmer's career for the time being, but to send someone to literally kill off one of her cherished mortals?

It crossed the line, and brother or not, Nike's anger wasn't going to make exceptions for this.

The man that she had been dragging along all day was one that she had hardly knew, but from their little "time" together, she could tell that he wasn't a god nor was he the normal type of immortal. She would have found it interesting and researched upon the matter more thoroughly if she wasn't angry at him as well for almost taking Jared's head clean off.

Nike nodded to the revolving doors, directing Faust (his name, apparently) towards it before she passed through herself. The strange pair made their way across the lobby where they waited in front of the elevators. Once they opened, they both got in without incident. Stony blue eyes looked at Faust once again to direct the pair to whichever room Zelus was staying in. Nike didn't question how the man knew, whether or not it was one of his powers, but she didn't doubt it only because he had found her so easily that other night.

The elevator then chimed softly once they had reached the floor, its doors opening for the pair to pass through. Faust once again led the way, this time his sword dragging on the carpet floor as he ambled about, his hoarse ragged breathing filling up the the silence before he stopped at a door, his hand reaching forward to touch the surface of the door.

"In here."

In a heartbeat, that same door was broken down with a powerful kick delivered by Nike, not caring that the sheer impact was going to leave a nasty bruise on her.

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[info]competitiveedge
2009-04-14 12:08 am UTC (link)
Zel had just been toying with the idea of whether or not it would be a smart thing to do if he were to sneak downstairs and occupy a corner of the bar for a while when without any sense of foreboding, his door was suddenly decimated and he was nearly waylaid with the sense of fury practically rolling off of his sister.

"Sneak! Where've ya been, everyone's been worried about where you've disappeared to, especially Secretary. You probably shouldn't have left him there like that, the idiot's all blabbering and freaking the hell out. You can use the phone here to call him before he pisses himself," he rambled on, trying not to appear as panicked as he was sure as hell feeling at the moment, watching his little sister step over the splinters that remained of the heavy wooden door.

With self preservation in mind, he held his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender and unconsciously backed up a few paces to keep a safe amount of distance between them, his hidden wings itching something fierce as he fought desperately against his fight or flight instincts. That itch only tripled when he realized that Nike wasn't traveling solo, the unfamiliar male not anyone he knew but for the fact of the sword being dragged across the expensive carpeting to give away the fact that this would be his not-so-headless-at-the-moment German comrade.

While it might have been his secret hope that Nike would have offed the bastard for the sheer principal of the attack perpetuated on her guest that would have essentially protected his own ass, the sight of the two of them together made it very difficult to swallow all of a sudden, the realization that he wasn't going to skip away from this scott free hitting him hard.

"Nike, I swear, I had no idea that anything was going to happen. You know that right? And you!", he pointed wildly, briefly turning his attention to dark man glaring him down, "You crazy shit head! I didn't even do anything to you! Where in the hell do you get off doin' that shit?!"

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-14 12:23 am UTC (link)
Faust only briefly surveyed the room around them before focusing on the talkative man before them. Ever since Nike had given him the specifics of this man, his name, Faust had been following the tug that was connected between him and this man, the bloodlust fueling such a connection and now that the man was finally here, he could almost sigh in relief. Finally, he was going to get what he initially came for. Finally he would have a chance to rest, even for a little while.

He didn't need words to respond to the accusation or the question, only pulling himself up to his full height and taking a step forward, one by one, each one a little faster than the other one until he was finally dashing forward, shaking the newspaper off the sword before swinging it towards Zelus with a high-pitched yell, all the rage and hatred he had harbored for any that condemned him further into this curse bleeding out through his vocal chords.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-14 12:32 am UTC (link)
Her eyes were impassive to her brother's pleads and explanations, almost as blind from all the logic as was the tall dark man besides her who had lunged forward to finish the job. She didn't stop him, if only because she still hadn't forgiven her brother for putting Jared in danger and yes, maybe it was all a prank when it came down to Puppet Jesus' and the like, but seriously? To endanger a mortal when he knew damn well what Jared meant to her? Whether or not it was a joke to give this murderer her name, it wasn't a joke anymore.

"He almost died because of your silly games, Brother," Nike accused Zelus, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the Horseman do his best to try and chop Zelus' head off. "I've been tolerant, but not when you deem it funny to send this man to my house!"

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[info]competitiveedge
2009-04-14 12:49 am UTC (link)
Much as it killed his ego in hindsight, Zel couldn't help the surprised yelp that escaped him as he just barely sidestepped out of the sword's immediate path, the blade catching his shirt but not skin. Nimbly moving about he ducked the next swing before kicking a cheap fake antique (or real, that shit wasn't exactly his forte) chair at the guy in an attempt to slow him down.

"I didn't send anybody, Sneak! All I did -FUCK- ...was give your name instead of mine! How the fuck was I supposed to know the guy was batshit fucking crazy!?" His focus was momentarily swayed with his plea, the crazy German's sword gliding smoothly across his back as he moved away with just barely enough time to keep his head in place. A vase went hurtling at Faust next, anything Zel could get his hands on while keeping the bastard at a distance went flying at the other man. He didn't particularly give a damn about the racket he was making as he moved along, hoping only that perhaps by catching some unwary mortal's attention the other immortals would back down from their punishment in an attempt to keep their cover.

Not that what remained of his door was anything reminiscent of normal.

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-14 01:09 am UTC (link)
As a man whose head had been blown off by a cannonball and who had been run through by a sword earlier, pining him like some kind of insect to the wall, Faust was hardly fazed by the things that Zelus was throwing at him. The vase cracked unpleasantly against his face, only causing painless rivets of blood to flow down his head, minor issues in the face of the larger picture. He had to admit, this wily Greek was quick in dodging and annoying, but Faust kept pressing on, focused on only making his sword eat flesh and cleave right through tendons and muscles alike.

The more he advanced, the more Faust pushed Zelus into the corner of the room. Sooner or later, the little annoyance wasn't going to have anywhere else to run.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-14 01:18 am UTC (link)
"I've read what he wrote, Zelus. Do you not think that maybe a man without a head would possibly be dangerous or not? Is it really too much to ask if you could please think ahead for once?" It probably was too much to ask that of her older brother, but right now Nike wasn't one to make exceptions to anyone's nature.

Her brows knitted when Faust's sword had snagged on her brother's shirt, but Nike still stubbornly refused to move from her spot or call Faust off. She watched passively as his sword had managed to draw a thin line of blood across the skin exposed by the ruined section of Zelus' shirt. Deep down, did she really want to see her brother's head severed and then him being sent down to Tartarus because of her?

Well, yes. She really did. At least for this moment.

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[info]fists_first
2009-04-14 07:05 am UTC (link)
Zelus was an idiot. Of that Bia always had been certain. Her brother had a bigger mouth then she did and that was saying something. He deserved what was coming to him. Nike was justified in any punishment she wished to visit on their brother. Bia would even hold the little shit down if necessary.

However the personification of force would not allow a stranger to send one of her family to the Underworld. It was unacceptable.

Which is way she Bia had put so much effort into tracking Zel down. She arrived in the proverbial nick of time, stepping through the broken door, her expression curiously blank.

"Nike. Whatever punishment you wish to visit on Zelus should be done by your hand. No one elses. And as for you, you stupid German fuck. You want to take someone's head? Turn around. I dare you to try and take mine."

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[info]competitiveedge
2009-04-14 08:19 am UTC (link)
"I wasn't worried about him being dangerous because I didn't think I was really doing anything to piss him off that fucking bad! I was just fucking curious was all dammit!" Another chair went flying at the Headless Horseman, followed by a quick succession of a lamp, a decorative throw blanket and a ottoman when Zel's progress was momentarily halted by a fourth voice.

The distraction cost him though, feeling the cold burn of metal going through a good portion of his thigh, nearly dropping him to his knees. Immortal or not, that fucking shit hurt. A vicious string of expletives rent the air as Zel took the opportunity to quickly pivot and slam his fist into the other man's face, hoping for enough of distraction between that and Bia's entrance to give him time to pull back. But the moment his fist connected with flesh and bone, the air was suddenly knocked out of his lungs with the unexpected force of metal being shoved into his gut.

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-14 10:43 am UTC (link)
The force itself of this man's blow was enough to unhinge a good portion of Faust's head, which was rather unpleasant, however, it wasn't surprising from an immortal like this. The blonde woman had already explained that she was related to this man by means of a sibling relationship, so who was the say that strength didn't run in the family? However, Faust had his own abilities to withstand force, his body cursed to live forever and to be made for one purpose only: to keep alive until the job was done.

And he was so close, the sword in his hand while the man was occupied with trying to smash his face in and it only took one hard push and his bloodlust finally found what it had been searching for, the blood running down the metal, quenching the thirst of the blade. Faust tilted his head to reposition it, his other hand rising slowly from its previous hold on the sword's hilt to turn his head on the right way again.

Dark haunted eyes looked straight into Zelus' as a sneer played about the Horseman's lips before Faust grasped the man's hair in a fistful and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. With the sword keeping Zelus momentarily in place, the Horseman spared a glace over to where he could sense a fourth person in the doorway.

Faust was used to threats, although if she wanted her head to be taken as well, she would just have to wait in line.

"Here is your amusement," he growled at Zelus, roughly pulling out the sword, purposely twisting the metal in the process.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-14 10:50 am UTC (link)
Nike's eyes widened slightly at the display of brute force and also that of the Horseman's violence before her, battling that of her brother's movements which seemed to be no use. However, the throw that he gave to the Horseman did make her stare a little bit longer at the dark man himself, now knowing why it was that he was called the "Headless Horseman".

At the sound of her sister's voice, Nike turned around, only showing the mildest form of surprise. She had a feeling that her older sister would show up, and like all Zelus' schemes, or at least the majority of it, Bia seemed to be always be involved, one way or the other. Which made her all the more bitter towards her older siblings.

She shrugged at her sister's words, continuing to watch the Horseman and her brother struggle. "That man has his right to exact revenge as well. I am only lending him a hand, which will satisfy my half of the vengeance I seek upon Zelus."

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[info]fists_first
2009-04-15 08:59 am UTC (link)
Nike had every right to be upset. Her sister would get no argument there. However having one of her siblings killed by someone else while another stood by and watched was not something Bia could get behind. Not even a little bit. It filled the goddess of Force with a genuine fury.

No more words. True to her nature Bia acted without thinking. She crossed the space between her and the Horseman with terrifying speed, very nearly a blur as she lunged at the intruder. This was not going to end well. There had been a growing rift between Bia and her pantheon since the debacle over an oath Hades would not take. In a distant part of her mind Bia felt it grow a little bit wider.

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[info]competitiveedge
2009-04-15 01:11 pm UTC (link)
It was with some grim sort of fascination as Zel watched Faust reposition his head back into place (that shit was so freaking cool) - if nothing else it gave him something else to focus on besides the cold metal piercing his stomach. Immortal or not, that fucking shit hurt. The coppery taste of blood coated his tongue even as he felt the rough grip of fingers taking a hold of his hair so as to bare his neck.

He could hear the occasional words being spoken, but they were overall ignored, especially come the time when the bastard tore the sword from his gut, the particularly vicious manner earning a grunt of frustration, pain and the slightest bit of humiliation for being brought a-low like this in front on his sisters. One arm automatically clutched his midsection, wincing slightly at the realization of just how much blood was evident, despite the fact that he had obviously felt the tearing of flesh and whatever organs had been impacted, the physical evidence just made it that much worse. Surely didn't stop him from gathering up a mouthful of blood and saliva to spit in the Headless Horseman's face though.

Whereas the sword had been holding him in place a moment before, without that to help bolster him up, his knees buckled and impacted the floor, blood loss already making him a little light-headed.

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-16 12:17 am UTC (link)
Before the strike to the man's neck could be given, Faust could feel the air around him starting to ripple if not from something coming at him from the side. As enduring as he could be against blows and even the spray of blood and spit on his face, Faust wasn't built for speed, so the newest addition to the room slammed into him like a brick wall, causing him to be knocked off of his balance and onto the wall. Needless to say, the sword clattered uselessly onto the floor as Faust's back kissed the wall, pulling a grunt from the man as he slid onto the floor, his head once again sliding off the edge of his neck.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-16 12:42 am UTC (link)
The rippling of air displaced around her alerted Nike that Bia was on the move. The younger Titan sister didn't move to prevent Bia from taking the Horseman out, even when Nike had allowed the strange man to take his revenge. But she wasn't going to admit that she was still impassive when she saw her brother fall to the floor, blood apparent in spilling out of his midsection spilling out through the wound.

Swearing under her breath, Nike walked over to the bed and dragged a sheet off of the bed and brought it over to where Zelus was. She didn't even give a glance towards the struggle next to where her brother was before grabbing a hold of the back of Zelus' shirt and dragging him away from the struggle so that he wasn't in the direct line of fire.

"Idiot brother," she sighed before ripping the sheet into strips and then starting to apply pressure to the sword wound.

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[info]fists_first
2009-04-19 05:42 pm UTC (link)
The smell of blood fueled Bia's own lust for violence. The fact that it was Titan's blood that had been spilled only increased it ten fold. She slipped into a battle rage all too easily. With a yell she went in for the kill. Exploiting Faust's all too obvious weakness.

Bia shouldered her opponent into the wall, pinning him and grabbing a fist full of his hair. With a grin she yanked downward.

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[info]competitiveedge
2009-04-19 11:23 pm UTC (link)
For a brief moment, the grip on the back of his shirt threw Zel into a minor fit of hysteria thinking that his little sister was actually going to hold him into place for the psycho, but her not-so-gentle dragging gave him some hope that just maybe he wouldn't be paying any unexpected visits to the Underworld after all. His eyes were locked onto where Bia had Faust slammed into the wall, feeling particularly spiteful enough to want to really be able to enjoy watching the fucker get a little bit of payback.

It didn't matter that he might have started this whole catostrophy in the first place, and yes, perhaps he shouldn't have so eagerly offered up Nike's name in place of his own, but SERIOUSLY?! Was all this violence and destruction really worth the simple curiosity of wanting to see a guy take off his head? It wasn't as though he and B had even gotten the opportunity to go manually remove it if the German wasn't going to indulge their curiosity, the fucker had just snapped and in doing so, created all this chaos in his wake.

He jerked sharply as Nike's touch hit a particularly tender spot, vulgarities spilling out just as profusely as the blood he was leaking. His body ached from wherever the bastard's sword had slid through skin, the many cuts burning like a mother fucker. And even though he was slightly placated by the fact that Nike maybe didn't really wish him dead, it still rankled him that she'd be so nonchalant about his demise the shortest while ago.

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[info]headhunting
2009-04-22 06:16 pm UTC (link)
His hands immediately started to try and pull the goddess off of him once Faust felt her fingers intertwine with that of his hair. Faust's movements were mostly jerky as he tried to pull her off with all his strength, knowing what it was that she was going to do next. And then right before he could do anything about it, his mouth open in mid-shout, the glue that Polnoca had sealed his head with was useless as his head was jerked clean off of his neck, exposing his hundreds of years old wound.

What followed was something Faust had already gotten used to, in the hundreds of years that had passed, the experience of being headless. Once the separation was complete, there was first utter darkness and a paralyzing feel all over the body. It made Faust's joints lock and his body to fall uselessly to the ground.

This was him, dying once more, like he had a million of times before. Like any corpse, he didn't move. But like a cursed person, he waited until his curse visited upon him once again. Something told him that this time, he wasn't so lucky to die.

The rage and anger that was still in his heart would refuse to let him.

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[info]blindvictory
2009-04-22 06:24 pm UTC (link)
Although she was one of the goddesses of her pantheon that might claim to have common sense where the others might lack in, Nike was all too aware that even she had her breaking points. This was a harsh example of it, and it reminded her as well, that maybe her little vengeance plot was a bit too vengeful. Where she was completely stoic a moment ago, now she was just concentrating on trying to make the bleeding stop. With the endless supply of it on the bed, the sheets she had been using, helped.

The sudden silence that came from the other side of the room made Nike look up from her makeshift dressing of her brother's wound. Her blue eyes widened slightly at the grotesque image the man's body looked to be, along with his head dangling from her sister's hand. This was someone that Nike had no feelings towards, only because this was the real man that had almost killed her mortal.

"He's not dead, is he?" It was a statement more than a question, since Nike knew full well that this man was called the Headless Horseman for a reason. Maybe it was a bluff.

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