War! Good God...
Hermes waited…patiently, for the effects of his wife’s ‘punishment’ to wear off, even if patience was hardly his strong suit…He waited ten days. Ten days! Of course, half of those days were spent working through the kinks of his plan…or rather…plans.
Ares was his first target…
There wasn’t a particular reason why he choose Ares first, except perhaps the lack of desire to see Peitho, who…was…frankly, a very disturbing sight at the moment. Wrinkled skin, warts…hell, she’d probably give Medusa a run for the money on worst sight in all of Olympus…ha! Wench deserved it. That, and so.much.more.
But his plans for her were not as elaborate, or as involved. No…they were vindictive, but simple and straight forward.
Ares was the one he’d have to work at to get close to…Ares was the one he’d have to duck the punches of, and run, quickly, while laughing his head off…
So it was with all of that in mind that the Messenger of Zeus found himself again on the lawn of War’s temple. He’d set up camp…quite literally, over looking the lush green grounds of the Olympus landscape. He sat with his feet propped up on a make shift table that had been constructed from chariot wheels- Not Ares’ of course…due to the fact that he’d yet to retrieve the items from Lethe’s oh so capable hands.
Between his teeth he chewed happily upon a fat, Cuban cigar, and laughed with amusement at the rest of his little set up.
To his left sat a beautiful, if it happened to be your sort of thing, Vietnam Era, American Tank, polished and ready to fire…muzzle pointed strangely in the direction of Zeus’ temple. Several ‘Bouncing Betties’ littered the ground in a sort of perimeter, marking the boundaries of the area that Hermes had decided to claim for his own, while Artillery cannons were satirically placed to fire at key points on Olympus.
Grenades were stacked in a neat pyramid beside the Rogue, as well as an RPG loaded and waiting for use…
Even his clothes fit in with the little scene. Large, wire framed sunglasses hide his eyes from the glare of Apollo’s sun, while a green floppy hat shaded his bronzed, war painted face. His shirt was a dull green that would have blended in with the tall grasses of Vietnam, but stood out in the bright, emerald shades of the Olympian lawns. Pockets littered the uniform’s shirt and pants, filled with ammunition for the ever respectable M-16 Semi Automatic, Standard issue rifle that rested with a commanding easy over the stretched, and slightly sloped legs of the war clad man. His boots were not polished, but rather caked in the mud of a long march, right up to the ankle…where the pants of the worn military issue BDU pants tucked in, and plumed out just slightly….
And in the background, setting the mood for this ever seductive scene blasted Edwin Starr’s wonderful sung…War! Good God, Ya’ll… The 70’s protest of the Vietnam war filling the air and sure to get the attentions of anyone near…most importantly- It was sure to get the attentions of one War God who was bound to be near…
“War! Uh…Good God, Ya’ll….What is it good for? Absolutely Nothing! Say it again…Wararaaraaah…War! Uh…Good God, Ya’ll…What is it good For? Absolutely Night!…Listen To me…War! Ain’t nothing but a heart breaker….Friend only to the undertaker!”
note: This really does like...take place later...But I'm impatient like my Darling Hermes and couldn't wait to at least post it :-P
Ares was his first target…
There wasn’t a particular reason why he choose Ares first, except perhaps the lack of desire to see Peitho, who…was…frankly, a very disturbing sight at the moment. Wrinkled skin, warts…hell, she’d probably give Medusa a run for the money on worst sight in all of Olympus…ha! Wench deserved it. That, and so.much.more.
But his plans for her were not as elaborate, or as involved. No…they were vindictive, but simple and straight forward.
Ares was the one he’d have to work at to get close to…Ares was the one he’d have to duck the punches of, and run, quickly, while laughing his head off…
So it was with all of that in mind that the Messenger of Zeus found himself again on the lawn of War’s temple. He’d set up camp…quite literally, over looking the lush green grounds of the Olympus landscape. He sat with his feet propped up on a make shift table that had been constructed from chariot wheels- Not Ares’ of course…due to the fact that he’d yet to retrieve the items from Lethe’s oh so capable hands.
Between his teeth he chewed happily upon a fat, Cuban cigar, and laughed with amusement at the rest of his little set up.
To his left sat a beautiful, if it happened to be your sort of thing, Vietnam Era, American Tank, polished and ready to fire…muzzle pointed strangely in the direction of Zeus’ temple. Several ‘Bouncing Betties’ littered the ground in a sort of perimeter, marking the boundaries of the area that Hermes had decided to claim for his own, while Artillery cannons were satirically placed to fire at key points on Olympus.
Grenades were stacked in a neat pyramid beside the Rogue, as well as an RPG loaded and waiting for use…
Even his clothes fit in with the little scene. Large, wire framed sunglasses hide his eyes from the glare of Apollo’s sun, while a green floppy hat shaded his bronzed, war painted face. His shirt was a dull green that would have blended in with the tall grasses of Vietnam, but stood out in the bright, emerald shades of the Olympian lawns. Pockets littered the uniform’s shirt and pants, filled with ammunition for the ever respectable M-16 Semi Automatic, Standard issue rifle that rested with a commanding easy over the stretched, and slightly sloped legs of the war clad man. His boots were not polished, but rather caked in the mud of a long march, right up to the ankle…where the pants of the worn military issue BDU pants tucked in, and plumed out just slightly….
And in the background, setting the mood for this ever seductive scene blasted Edwin Starr’s wonderful sung…War! Good God, Ya’ll… The 70’s protest of the Vietnam war filling the air and sure to get the attentions of anyone near…most importantly- It was sure to get the attentions of one War God who was bound to be near…
“War! Uh…Good God, Ya’ll….What is it good for? Absolutely Nothing! Say it again…Wararaaraaah…War! Uh…Good God, Ya’ll…What is it good For? Absolutely Night!…Listen To me…War! Ain’t nothing but a heart breaker….Friend only to the undertaker!”
note: This really does like...take place later...But I'm impatient like my Darling Hermes and couldn't wait to at least post it :-P