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Having to actually visit a mortal hospital in order to get stitches, and prevent myself from ... infection... after falling into all that glass, is about as mortifying an experience as a God can hope to go through.
Having to then practically plead to retain my job, knowing that this is nothing but Ares' fault, is, however, a close
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We simply had an argument in which I may have roused his temper. It ended in a physical altercation. He left infuriated.
I'm fine, don't worry.
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He'll live, but he has a decidedly toaster shaped mark on his face.
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What was probably to be expected: he decided to pick a fight.
Ares tricked his way into my apartment, attempting to play some sort of prank on me. We argued, and when he made things physical, I followed suit. I injured him rather severely, which irritated him to no end, and in his rage, he deliberately destroyed valuable documents that are necessary for my job. As well as some of my furniture. I said some things that were perhaps pushing too far, in my own anger, and he snapped. It's been a long time since I've seen him so enraged.
[Pause, as she considers whether to tell him the rest]I should have expected his reaction, but I didn't have time to avoid it. He knocked me out and left me bleeding in my apartment. I'm afraid I underestimated this mortal frame. When I awoke, I went to the hospital, so you can be assured that I am fine ( ... )
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Is there anything I can do about your job? You don't have copies of any of the documents? Please let me replace all of your furniture. At least for the amount I can't squeeze out of that little shit.
Darling, be careful and lock your doors and windows. Ares isn't stupid enough to miss how vulnerable you are. You can stay with me if you want, but I'm sure you noticed who's back!
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His exact words to me were: "I am Ares, God of War. I do not care for unity, I do not care for Olympus. I only care for blood and the streets of Manhattan are about to drown in it."
You can see where my concern lies.
Thank you for your offers of help with my job and apartment. I've managed to soothe things over at work, as there were ways I could get copies of the documents. It was the fact that I not only lost them, but that they were also scattered out my window onto the streets of Manhattan, that really irked them, combined with my absence last week. It should be fine now, I'll just have to watch my step ( ... )
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