Grievous Bodily Harm (capful) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-27 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ghb, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and GHB.
What: Discussing Wes. Tense sibling relations, posturing, bargaining for power.
Where: Central Park.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: Language, drug use. Me being bored and wanting to flesh out the MJ/GHB awkwardness.
Of course Marijuana would want to meet during the day, when all GHB wanted to do was sleep and of course he would want to meet at the park, surrounded by plants and dirt. GHB grumbled about the manipulative nature of his brother as he slowly made his way into the recesses of the park. As he grew further and further away from the concrete and steel jungle that made up New York City, he shivered lightly, feeling out of place and awkward among the trees until he reached out with his mind to the miniscule amount of himself that occurred in humans and most animals. That small connection set him somewhat at ease before he felt the flaming beacon that was the power of his brother, barriers down and burning like a wildfire when compared to the spark that was GHB's own power. Drawing close, the 'Drug King' came into view, wearing a leather jacket with a tell-tale bulge and dark sunglasses, sprawled back against a bench like a king holding court, like an asshole literally burning with power and GHB gritted his teeth. Possibly, possibly, giving the pseudo-leader of their family an almost-fatal dose of GHB with the intentions of raping him - although he wasn't going to enlighten Marijuana regarding his intentions, he was sure his brother could guess - back in the nineties wasn't a very good idea and he was very strongly reminded of that fact as Marijuana sat up straight and released the last barriers on his power; barely touched agricultural and medicinal power rolling over GHB like a highly uncomfortable tidal wave.
"Always had a flair for the dramatics, you did." GHB muttered, doing his best to keep the jealousy out of his voice and stopping a few feet away from Marijuana, inclining his head briefly. "Marijuana."
Marijuana, tense and smug at the same time, inclined his head just a touch in return, reining in the power he tried so hard to avoid before it touched the Drug power, the good power. "GHB. Welcome back to the city, of course. How are you?" The more powerful of the two didn't give GHB a chance to reply before he got straight to their business, not wanting to be around the rapist Drug for too long. "My bodyguard seemed to feel a tug on his mind. Was that, by any chance, my darling little brother trying to call back one of my employees?"
GHB had to resist the urge to glare. Marijuana knew exactly what he was doing; brushing away the fact that he had stolen one of his followers right out from underneath him, turning the wrong around on GHB himself, calling him little brother when he had been synthesized in 1874, the fact that he had only formed in the sixties easily brushed aside by the less powerful Drug. "No, big brother, I merely attempted to reach out to an old follower, access his mind." He said easily after a moment, drawing a bottle of clear liquid from his pocket and taking a sip. A playful smirk spread across his face for a moment. "Water?"
Marijuana laughed; a dark sound with a hint of bubbling resin underneath. "Not falling for your tricks." Again; the unspoken word lingered between them and Marijuana remembered a few minutes of giddiness, confusion, euphoria... followed by recognizing that his brother had drugged him before stamping out GHB's substance within him with mental smoke and launching himself at the Synthetic god in order to beat him to a pulp. "Let's just pretend you didn't offer that, hm? I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't attempt to access him again, he's a better person for being under my influence."
GHB shifted uncomfortably, knowing that Marijuana was referring to the fact that Wesley wasn't sexually assaulting mortal women anymore, hating the judgment apparent in Marijuana's voice; it wasn't his fault the mortals had turned him into a predator but the only one who understood that was Rohypnol. "I'll give up all future claim on him, under certain conditions."
Marijuana raised his eyebrows and inclined his head a touch again, spreading his hands out in front of him in a generous gesture that GHB saw right through. "Name your terms, brother."
Shifting his weight between the balls of his feet, GHB took a moment to reply as he contemplated his answer. "Another handful of users, hooked on me. You've got countless mortals under your umbrella, don't you? Techies, runners... guards. Give me a few of the less important guards, give them my analogs to supplement their work outs, make sure they take them. Shouldn't be too hard for you, of course." It was asking for quite a bit, but it was nothing Marijuana couldn't give, GHB knew that. "You've got so much. Your weaker siblings are struggling and even if I'm addictive..." He trailed off, lower lip pouting out slightly in a display of innocence and need.
Marijuana didn't buy it for an instant but he made it look like he was thinking about it, reaching into his pocket to draw out a joint, lighting it up with a fingertip, smirking to himself as GHB twitched in jealousy over the easy display of power. "Two. The border guards, far enough away from my bodyguard that their use won't effect him." Even that much made him uncomfortable, but he didn't need GHB drawing too much attention to the fact that he routinely stole followers away from the harder drugs to flesh out his employee roster. "I don't suppose there's any way to persuade you to considerably lessen your... extracurricular activities."
It was GHB's turn to laugh and he was thankful that he was standing and Marijuana sitting as he took a step forward, looming over his powerful brother as the entirety of his eyes turned to liquid clear, to the slowly churning 'waters' of his substance in liquid form. "No." The one word was spoken forcefully, in the voice of a predator, and for a moment, he saw doubt in Marijuana's eyes.
The voice trickled slowly down Marijuana's spine, raising his hackles, tensing his entire body in disgust and the need to be as far away from GHB as was both humanly and immortally possible. Teeth bared, an instinctual, low hiss escaping from between them, Marijuana stood and for a long moment, glowing green met liquid clear. Marijuana's presence quickly cascaded over GHB's, muting it as Marijuana let every flicker, spark, flame of his own power surround them both. "Careful, little brother." The words came out in a growl and after a long moment, neither of them blinking, GHB broke eye contact and glanced submissively to the ground in recognition of the most powerful Drug there was.
"Of course, big brother." GHB replied in a grudging tone as he took a step back, his eyes - back to the green-blue that covered their natural colour - met Marijuana's again - still forceful green - before he continued. "I'll be waiting for those users."
Marijuana nodded reluctantly. "You'll feel them within a day or two. Is that all?"
GHB, recognizing the dismissal and hating the very fact that Marijuana was powerful enough to dismiss a fatal and addictive Drug so easily, pursed his lips. "Yes, Fearless Leader, that's all." He replied sarcastically, giving Marijuana a mock salute. "Go back to your fiance." Then he was turning his back, disliking how dangerous that felt, and leaving Marijuana startled at the word 'fiance' and staring down at the tip of his joint with a contemplative frown.