Capital Punishment | Julius Bugatti (hang_em_high) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-24 10:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | capital punishment, cyber warfare, industrial warfare, national security, nuclear power, psychological warfare, us military |
Who: Capital Punishment (hang_em_high), National Security (absolutecontrol), Nuclear Power (brighter_tmrw), Chaos Theory [NPC], Industrial Warfare (showandtell), Psychological Warfare (mind_overmatter), U.S. Military (pro_patria). And of course Cyber Warfare (ghost_net_) is welcome to haunt the place as she pleases.
When: Thursday afternoon/evening.
Where: Capital Punishment's home in Texas.
What: A Very Warmongers Thanksgiving.
Warnings: Warmongers, so TBD.
Notes: Handle posting order as you lot please -- there's nothing set. And of course the usual "individual threads within the thread" schtick is fine.
Capital Punishment's home was huge. "Sprawling" might have been a better word. Lots of rooms, lots of lawn, lots of sleek lines. It was quintessential Texas -- bigger than life, a funny contrast from the lone man who rattled around its empty corridors late into the evenings.
For a being who saw things strictly in black and white and specialized in state-sponsored murder, it had to be said: Julius had pretty good taste. Warm colors abounded, offset by a surprising amount of art decorating the walls and occasional table. Photos contended with paintings -- the Spanish Inquisition, WWI and II propaganda, images of landscapes, buildings, people and machines which only held significance to a certain group of people.
Julius was a sentimental creature, evidenced by the way he surrounded himself with mementos of his warmonger compatriots.
Perhaps most shockingly -- or not at all? -- was that he'd been the one to cook. He slept but rarely, and filling the hours by puttering around the kitchen was no trouble. The kitchen was full, the dining room table conspicuously empty; Capital Punishment had no issue with putting "the kids" to work, guests or not.
He greeted them warmly as they arrived, doling out tasks after each of them settled in. You handle the table, you handle the drinks, you this, you that. For a brief moment, the group of them almost seemed like an actual family. But it passed quickly. A thorough look over them would show ice hiding in Julius's eyes and a too-wicked edge to his grin. Alex sized each of them up with a glance, categorizing their weaknesses without a word. Karl was two degrees too mechanical to quite pass when they gathered like this, without mortal interference.
At a glance, it was odd. When set beside a cheery Julius and the small army he seemed to plan on feeding, it bordered on unsettling. Grouped together, there was no question that not a one of them was wholly human. And in spite of that, or perhaps because of it, Capital Punishment smiled on. What a wonderful holiday this was!