Who: Quetzalcoatl & Tezcatlipoca What: L.A. has been taken, so they're doing what they do best-snarking at each other When: Apocalypse times Where: A highrise in L.A., then probably the streets below Warnings: Aztecs, apocalypses, belligerent sexual tension, TBD
The city was theirs. Tezcatlipoca relished the thought from 40 floors up, looking down on the City of Angels. They had come under cover of darkness, and the city had fallen, with barely any resistance. Tezcatlipoca and his warriors were now set up in what used to be a skyscraper office building. He'd turned into his temporary home and base, his men guarding the door and dividing space amongst themselves.
The moon was slowly setting in the sky as he made his way down to ground level, waving off an escort. He was more than sure he could wander around the city on his own, after all, it was now their city.