Flamboyant
After Neikos-Strife, more than a little bit stoned, had done a striptease for New York, a city selected for the sheer irony of its unfortunate nickname having the word "Apple" in it, Strife decided that his next destination would be as far away from The Big Apple as you could get in North America. It was a pretty chaotic and random decision based solely on his sister's insistence that he was behaving like a psycho! Psycho---He was only having a bit of fun! But who was it that crashed their brother's party and tried to subdue their brother---End the fun? Yea Strife knew he was going to have to get away from her before she tried to contain him! Why couldn't she understand! Why wasn't she happy! It wasn't everyday that Olympus became theirs! But oh no! She'd not understood. She wasn't celebrating! She wasn't running amuck! She'd yelled at him. Yelled and Scared him to tears! And Hori scrammed. And Twig! Well Twig had strangely looked good enough to eat! Didn't any of them feel anything...different?
And so it was that a minor deity of disorder found himself out West and throwing a celebration worthy of recognizing Ares!
Was anything more apt than having a bonfire? Hadn't Ares favorite color been flame? It was if the dancing flames, devouring whatever lay on their floor, outstretched their flamey tendrils like incandescent hands to embrace the sky! Clouds of smoke rose high, a burning incense to appease the gods of destruction!
Strife was completely immersed on splurging on the power that was overflowing from him and he didn't seem to be coming down off his high like he had previous times before.
In a sleek black vinyl cat suit that clung to his thin form like a second skin he basked in the heat of the fire from a safe distance watching embers drifting on the wind as if they were dandelion seeds. Had the material he wore not been divinely inspired and thus flame retardant his suit would have melted and incinerated from his rather gangly body.