Ares (ares_godofwar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-20 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, envy |
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind.
Who: Ares (ares_godofwar) and Envy (invidia_)
Where: Roaming the streets.
When: Monday night.
Rating/Warnings: With Ares, general language, mayhem and violence come with the package.
Envy had been in a relatively good mood until she'd gotten kicked out. So out onto the cold street on her ass she went. Drunk and disorderly; though she maintained still that really it was just disorderly. She wasn't even close to drunk. Nowhere near close enough.
"Fuck that, there are plenty of bars in NYC -" she yelled at the closing door.
But really. What was to be expected? She'd gotten too excited; there had been a feuding couple and she'd been leaning closer and closer to listen to their conversation - ha, argument more like it - about cheating and their voices were getting louder and louder and then bang. Her leg had tangled in her barstool and she'd fallen onto them and well. The rest was history. Five minute's history, but history nonetheless.
So she was kicking bitterly at the pavement, wondering which bar to frequent next - and then she saw what she hadn't seen for quite some time.
The remnants of unrestrained sheer violence, and she almost thrilled in it.
The night was still young when Ares hit the streets. He was actually being systematic tonight - going down the straight road, bringing chaos to every cluster of people he walked past. Most of the time, he didn't mean to - things just happened around him. The other Greeks mentioned it too - the so-called 'unpleasant aura' around him.
Ares didn't care. If it meant it got the blood pumping in his body and other people's blood on the floor, he was totally for it.
Even a kissing couple waiting at a desolated bus stop ended up on the floor in a fist fight.
With a beer bottle in hand, Ares was on the road to starting more trouble. It helped keep his mind off the recent events and recent meetings he would be better off without. His domain was with the mortals and watching them kill each other - even old bickering women couldn't stop him from enjoying himself with that.
She recognised him at once. How could she not? And of course he'd be alive and kicking; she'd bet he just loved it here. He could probably subsist on just the catfights that she'd witnessed so far.
It reminded her a little of the effect of a magnet being drawn through a pile of iron filings. She couldn't remember where she'd seen it, or why; just that she did. And it was an apt description. He was a magnet for disorder.
"Being moderately orderly tonight," she said, motioning at the road behind him. "I seem to remember days when it was left, right, and centre, and then back again. Growing soft in old age?"
He barely noticed her until she spoke. It had been one of those rare times when there were a lot of things on Ares' mind and he couldn't just shove them aside, leave them be, sit tight and hope that everything will go away whilst he had his fun. In some aspects, Zeus was right. He had to grow up and... deal with things that had been haunting him for centuries.
"There aren't enough people here for that," he replied, smiling as if he didn't have a care for the world and was just out here having a ball like every other party-goer intended to do.
"I haven't been myself lately. It needs to change. I was gonna hit that popular pub up the street, just 'round the corner," he added, pointing to the illuminated building before downing more of his beer.
"Come with me. It'll be fun."
"Even if there aren't enough people, the buildings would be pretty lethal," Envy said, amused. She looked behind her at the building he was pointing at. It was exactly the one she'd just come from.
"You know any other places around here? I'm not exactly on their VIP list at the moment." She smiled coldly. "In fact, I was just thrown out."
Ares cocked an eyebrow. Thrown out? Even after starting so much shit in so many pubs, Ares had never been thrown out. What the hell did she do to warrant that - kick the bouncer in the balls or insult the owner's hairstyle or something?
"Well, don't you want revenge for them throwing you out?" he offered. "We'll waltz in, trash the place like September 11 and then go to... wherever you wanna go."
It was the closest to a plan one could ever get from Ares. He didn't really think, didn't really plan and didn't really give a flying fuck how things would turn out. He just went in there, worked his magic and drink himself pissed watching his abomination grow out of control before stumbling out laughing when there was nothing left to destroy.
Well. Now that he'd said it, she was kind of irked she hadn't thought of it herself. Sounded like a plan. Up to the September 11 bit, at least. She didn't have a clue where she wanted to go afterwards, but hopefully it would present itself to them. Hell, she knew that he wasn't much for plans anyway.
Speaking of September 11...
"Incidentally," she said, starting towards the pub, "where were you when 9/11 happened? Ought the public have someone else to blame?"
Ares was proud of himself - on the rare occasion that he did make a plan beyond his amazing foresight of three seconds, it got the stamp of approval from his soon-to-be partner-in-crime.
Take that, motherfucking Olympians.
He raised his arms in defense with regard to September 11.
"It wasn't me, babe. I was there fishing survivors out so that I could see their faces light up in hope before I killed them but I didn't do it. You should poke one of the other gods - Death, maybe? Is there a god of terrorism? Maybe it was him."