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Tezcatlipoca ([info]obsidianmirror) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-02-25 20:46:00

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Current mood: cold
Entry tags:quetzalcoatl, tezcatlipoca

Who: Quetzalcoatl & Tezcatlipoca
What: V-Day aftermath
When: Morning of February 15th
Where: Quetz's place
Warnings: Language, violence, TBD


Tezcatlipoca woke slowly, becoming more and more aware of the morning sunlight filling the room. He could feel another body next to him in the bed, which, in and of itself, wasn't something terribly strange. He opened his eyes, rolling over and looking at...Quetzalcoatl.

That woke him up. He surveyed the room, taking in the damaged furniture, along with feathers everywhere, mixed in with scattered belongings. He sat up and poked Quetzalcoatl hard in the ribs. "Wake up!" he hissed.



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[info]obsidianmirror
2013-03-04 07:53 am UTC (link)
"THIS IS NOT MY FAULT," Tezcatlipoca all but screamed. "I've always been complicated, that's sort of what I do!" His arms came up to protect his face, but not quickly enough, a punch caught him across the cheekbone. He kicked out, hard, at Quetzalcoatl, hoping to get some space between himself and the other god's fists.

"You want to get angry at someone? Let's tear apart the one who did this to us. Let's eat his heart and savor it, knowing it's exactly what he deserves."

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[info]snake_eye
2013-03-04 08:20 am UTC (link)
The prospect of vengeance (and Tezcatlipoca landing a kick right in the center of his stomach) slowed Quetzalcoatl down. His fangs were still bared, but the rational part of him was crying for the blood of whoever had cast the spell, not Tezcatlipoca.

Force of habit made him want to continue the punching, but...

"There are roughly three hundred naked pictures on my phone," Quetzalcoatl finally admitted.

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[info]obsidianmirror
2013-03-04 08:30 am UTC (link)
Well that brought him up short. "Seriously?" he asked, lowering his fists slightly. He couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I'm actually not all that surprised, that sounds like something I'd do. You didn't have to bite me, though. You have fangs."

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[info]snake_eye
2013-03-04 09:36 pm UTC (link)
"You have giant animal fists, stop whining," Quetzalcoatl snarled. Still, he managed to make himself calm down enough to pull his fangs back in. "Now can we go find the Hummingbird?"

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[info]obsidianmirror
2013-03-05 06:51 am UTC (link)
Tezcatlipoca sheathed his claws, watching as they turned back into normal looking fingertips. "I'm not whining," he said imperiously. (Or tried to do so, anyway.) "Yes, yes, now we can go find the Hummingbird. You're the one who sounds whiny now."

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