War (warmongering) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-08-26 09:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | war, wrath |
WHO: War & Wrath
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Wrath's apartment
WHAT: BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES.
WARNINGS: Violence, language
It was a known fact that War and Wrath couldn't be within a hundred yards of each other without hurling childish insults and threats. They could hardly be blamed for this, the two of them being who they were only incited each other to violence. That was to be expected. But perhaps it was harder to tell from the outside but the two of them would consider this to be a very workable friendship of the highest order. After all, they got each other. It was about killing the fuck out of everything.
War may have once been a being of chivalry and of respectful actions, but the days of the war-field being anything like that were long dead. Respect had no place on the battlefield anymore. It was about big men sending in the little men with the big guns. You didn't even have to come face to face with your enemy anymore if you didn't want to, so why bother with respect.
Thus the personification of War in this century was much closer to Wrath than it might have been in the past, and being in the body of a teenage girl only encouraged the bad smack talk. War had never been the brightest in the first place. A head for strategy when it was needed, yes, but smart in any other way? Not in the slightest.
So when she arrived at Wrath's address it was by coming crashing through the window with a baseball bat clutched in her hands and a wild grin on her face.
Wrath jumped up off of her sofa as War came smashing into the house in a way that Wrath could certainly appreciate. Not that she was going to show this. "Bitch, you're going to pay for that!" She meant metaphorically and financially.
"Yeah, well I hope you take credit," War said and then smashed the bat through a nearby lamp that had never done anything to anyone.
"Bitch! Fucking hell!" Wrath didn't have a bat but she picked up a book from her table and hurled it at War. "Eat book, cunt!"