phobos (ex_phobos954) wrote in mount_olympus, @ 2008-06-30 02:20:00 |
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In a black and white vintage cowboy shirt, Phobos was sitting in a bar in bumfuck nowhere Missouri peeping out from under a white Stetson at these old men sitting at a table playing a game of cards. They were gambling and talking about the old days while he smoked a cigar.
He liked the "old days" as they put it, he liked the midwest period; it was usually such an easy place to panic, at least it was when he was Panic. Tonight? Not so much.
He was mulling over his little plan to break up Harmonia and Strife while he sat there. If he and Deimos kept her busy, found something to keep her busy, then maybe she'd eventually forget about the little weasel?
Phobos sat there and listened to the jukebox run through several old country tunes that the old card playing geezers had selected. There was Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and there was even "Your Cheatin' Heart," by Hank Williams Sr. After listening to all these old tunes, he stood up from his stool, put out the remainder of the spent cigar under the heel of his snake skin boot, and asked the bar tender for another shot of whiskey.
He'd need another shot where he was going...
While the bartender was pouring his shot, he took a short stroll over to the jukebox and dropped in a few coins. His lips curled at their corners as his man Dwight Yoakman roared over the speakers. "Fast as you," Damn he loved this song!
The moment the song made it to the chorus, the outlaw spun around and drew two Colt Python pistols that previously weren't anywhere to be found on his person, into his hands and started shooting off the bullets into the old geezers at the table as if they were ducks on the old Nintendo DuckHunt game...
If there was one way to spread panic manually in an area...It was to kill a few people from that area.
By the time the gunslinging god got to the bartender who'd also drawn a sawed off shotgun out from behind the bar, and had already fired once at him already, something happened Phobos wasn't prepared for.
"Gawdamnit!"
He pulled the triggers again, aiming both guns, but there was no boom. There was nothing.
He took a few steps toward the fired bullet path and picked one of his bullets out of midair, "What the fuck?"
Phobos approached the bar tender who was stuck in place holding a shotgun toward him. He stared at the frozen man skeptically and then picked up his shot glass. He tried to drink it, but when he tried to down it he discovered that it was as frozen in place as the bartender. It was as frozen as if the man had left the glass in the freezer for over thirty minutes, only it was frozen without the chill of any frost touching it.
"This is some fucked up shit right here," Phobos spoke to the frozen bartender while holding his shot glass upside down and watching as nothing happened.