Cain Talion | Wrath (irascibility) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-25 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | cronus, wrath |
First they ignore you, then laugh at you and hate you
Who: Cronus (usurped_usurper) & Wrath (irascibility)
What: Two men, a boat and beer. Lots of it.
Where: Redondo Beach, California
When: Friday
Warnings: Language; tba.
He'd told the Voice he wasn't getting involved with dying things' business again and he'd meant it. There was no real point in getting involved anyway. The old things were a bunch of pompous, self-righteous, insufferable arses who didn't go to Hell when you killed them and didn't have the decency to stay dead for very long, either. Just popped right back like weeds.
All right, so there were a handful of old things he'd met, who weren't that bad and one of them - the really old one - was the recipient of a ticket to SoCal and a short note.
Give ambition a break, Relic. Choose boat and beer instead.
Sprawled out on deck of a small sailing boat, one arm folded under his head, Wrath idly poked and prodded at the mortals populating the area. Manager of a big hotel harbouring homicidal thoughts, a spoilt little brat crowing for his parents' attention, a young woman who didn't know what she detested more; the world or her place in it or herself.
He smiled to himself. Should the relic stand him up - which he hopefully wouldn't but the Sin couldn't be sure - he'd have something else to occupy himself with.