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paixaorpg2012-02-27 09:22 pm
lordofthedead) wrote in paixaorpg2012-02-27 09:22 pm
Well this will make the witch cranky [Complete/Narrative]
Character(s): Hades
Content: Hades encounters a little problem that he doesn't want to deal with.
Setting: Outside City Hall.
Time: Night, probably a few days after Roxas went supernova.
Warnings: None. Just had to be done.
This wasn't what Hades expected to come back to after his jaunt in the Pride Lands. He folded his arms and raked a long finger at his chin. "Someone redecorated, huh. Sheesh, I hope it wasn't one of the newbies." The finger slid up and flicked against his teeth. He started to look a teensy bit nervous. "But if it wasn't the newbies, who was it?" He cringed and planted his full palm over his face, drawing it up and pressing over his blue, flickering flame hair. "Nope. Any way you dice it, it doesn't look good."
He all but glided along the city's ground, closer towards the now thornless City Hall, but drew up to a sharp halt. Disgust rolled over his face. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!" he yelled, momentarily orange washing over the blue of his frame. The land was desecrated (at least, it was as far as Hades was concerned). Remnants of light lingered over the surrounding area, with City Hall as its epicenter. Yech. While he could cross it just fine, he sure didn't want to. As bad as the slimy souls of the Underworld.
So not only did someone tear down the wall of thorns, but they also stank the place up. What, did they repaint the halls inside, too?
He threw up his arms and turned away. He was so not in the mood for this. Or rather, he was not in the mood to deal with the "Mistress of Evil" when she realized someone mucked with her fort. And no doubt, who would take the blame? Hades! Don't get him wrong: he's not afraid of Maleficent. Lord of the Dead here, people. God, thank you very much.
It's just that she could be such a pain to him sometimes, with all her nagging, nagging, nagging. So you know what? Hades was going to skedaddle. He was never here. Skip town. Maybe head back to the Pride Lands. Fine-tune his puppets, check in on their webs of influences. Maybe find some fresh candidate, ripe for the picking... Corruption, messing with mortals... And hey! He still needed some new minions, right?
See. He had plenty to do. Plenty that could keep him out of that woman's sphere of influence.
He snapped his fingers. Darkness coiled around him in a thick cloud, sizzling where its edges met the remnants of light. And then Hades was gone, and hopefully out of trouble.
Content: Hades encounters a little problem that he doesn't want to deal with.
Setting: Outside City Hall.
Time: Night, probably a few days after Roxas went supernova.
Warnings: None. Just had to be done.
This wasn't what Hades expected to come back to after his jaunt in the Pride Lands. He folded his arms and raked a long finger at his chin. "Someone redecorated, huh. Sheesh, I hope it wasn't one of the newbies." The finger slid up and flicked against his teeth. He started to look a teensy bit nervous. "But if it wasn't the newbies, who was it?" He cringed and planted his full palm over his face, drawing it up and pressing over his blue, flickering flame hair. "Nope. Any way you dice it, it doesn't look good."
He all but glided along the city's ground, closer towards the now thornless City Hall, but drew up to a sharp halt. Disgust rolled over his face. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!" he yelled, momentarily orange washing over the blue of his frame. The land was desecrated (at least, it was as far as Hades was concerned). Remnants of light lingered over the surrounding area, with City Hall as its epicenter. Yech. While he could cross it just fine, he sure didn't want to. As bad as the slimy souls of the Underworld.
So not only did someone tear down the wall of thorns, but they also stank the place up. What, did they repaint the halls inside, too?
He threw up his arms and turned away. He was so not in the mood for this. Or rather, he was not in the mood to deal with the "Mistress of Evil" when she realized someone mucked with her fort. And no doubt, who would take the blame? Hades! Don't get him wrong: he's not afraid of Maleficent. Lord of the Dead here, people. God, thank you very much.
It's just that she could be such a pain to him sometimes, with all her nagging, nagging, nagging. So you know what? Hades was going to skedaddle. He was never here. Skip town. Maybe head back to the Pride Lands. Fine-tune his puppets, check in on their webs of influences. Maybe find some fresh candidate, ripe for the picking... Corruption, messing with mortals... And hey! He still needed some new minions, right?
See. He had plenty to do. Plenty that could keep him out of that woman's sphere of influence.
He snapped his fingers. Darkness coiled around him in a thick cloud, sizzling where its edges met the remnants of light. And then Hades was gone, and hopefully out of trouble.