Adrestia (inescapable) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-27 16:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrestia, enyalius |
Who: Enyalius (redallover) and Adrestia (inescapable)
When: Wednesday evening, 1/27
Where: Streets of NYC
What: Letting off some steam and familial bonding time
Warnings: Violence, language, wanton bloodshed. Fun stuff!
The night air was cold, but it hurt in a good sort of way. Stalking through the city, Adrestia didn't care who or what crossed her path, she was spoiling for a fight and that was that.
All the talk of war, Titans versus Olympians had held such promise! Then...there was nothing. Just a lot of grumbling and no fucking action at all, and she didn't even get her new toy yet from Uncle Hephaestus before the old gimp had gotten his ass handed to him.
It all fucking sucked.
But bless her father, her dear old Da, for stirring things up once more, and suddenly the old man everyone always seemed to be bitching about for something or another was everyone's beloved and everyone was getting their panties all in a twist. That her brother and her mother's half-breeds were crowing for their part too was almost too much, and that sent the Goddess out into the streets in search of whatever it was she managed to find.
Anything to keep from the genocide that sounded pretty damned good right about then.
Mother had asked her not to do anything brash, and Adrestia was smart enough not to piss off their mother.