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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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