Life is Great When Loving War

God of War here. James Barton. But those that was close to me call me Jimmie. And if you try it and we aren't close...well then it may be the last thing you ever do.

[loving-war]

A new beginning.

[rpofgods]

Name: The God of War

FC: Andrew Scott

Dauphin from the Family of Destroyer.

Strengths: Aggression, loyalty, assertiveness, ambition, cunningness, intelligence

Weaknesses: aggression, superiority complex, his sister, the romance that comes with killing, incorrect war facts

Loves: fighting, his sister, creating a mess, the bloody screams and cries of the fallen, anger, rage, moonlit drives, old torture methods, antiseptics

Hates: disobedience, weakness, cowardice that isn’t manipulated, the earth’s insistence to put surveillance out and keep records, hard candies that get stuck on socks

If I was stranded on a desert island, I’d bring; two other people who hate each other and hide most of the resources.

“All War is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.” - John Steinbeck

STATUS: TAKEN

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[godoforder]

loving-war

War looked at the strange man next to him and sighed. “I’m not in the mood to…listen.” He tried to put it delicately. His mother and father had raised him in a very strict home where manners were of the utmost importance and while he hated their teachings, it was hard to break habits hat were so old. “Are you sure you should be here and not in a hospital?”

“You don’t need to listen. Just fake it.” Mark grinned. “I just have so much skadadle in my head..I know that’s not a word.” He rose his hand as a defense gesture. “Oh, god hell no.” he blinked frantically for a moment. “I mean I hope they not gonna sent me into one.. I don’t want them to open the melon of mine. There’s some shit stuck up in there.” 

Another patient was the lucky one and mark frowned. “Okay.. Just a few minutes right… I mean time is a social construct.” he sighed. He weirdly liked talking to that stranger and that added more clutter to his brain. Who was he? What is he doing? Is he extremely ill? Why did he smell like wood? He realized he stared. “I’m a damn mess..”

[loving-war]

War looked at the other with a concerned look. “Alright. I’ll fake it.” He sighed. “Yeah I suppose that time is a construct. That’s what I’ve been told by my students at least when they’re late.” He looked around the room, clenching his fists. “Who are you?”

[godoforder]

“I’m..Mark..” He said as if he had to think about it for a moment. “Uh, Mark novak…Livestreamer for a living and quite the talker you see.” The pain moved to his eyes and he hissed. “Goddfuckingdammit.” He breathed. “My head is exploding.” Flashes of light behind his eyes almost made him sick. “Gotta admit that I usually am an introvert but well it’s a habit to annoy the people around me.” he made no sense. “Who are you then?”

[loving-war]

“Mark Novak. Entertainer…I see.” He eyed the other and shook his head. “I don’t give out my name to strangers. Sorry. Well not complete strangers at least. I talk for a living. Teacher. And I’m not certain you shouldn’t go to a hospital.”

[godoforder]

“Are we? I mean you know my name now.. wow that sounds creepy i’m sorry.  I don’t hide lollies somewhere.. Why am I saying this? Geez I need sleep.” He shook his head. “i’m gonna call you bob then.” He smirked. “teacher? That is cool. Knowledge and shit. But , dude for a teacher you’re very silent.. though I get that not everyone who talks for a living are able to keep up with it all day..”   A flash of pain shook him. “I…don’t know. They’ll tell me..I guess?” The nurse came in and nodded at bob.. or whatever his name was. “Hey, your turn. Lucky.” 

[loving-war]

James sighed as he listened to the other ramnbling. He didn’t want to listen any longer but the other man needed attention. “He needs to go first.” He turned to the nurse. “He’s not feeling well and I just need a prescription filled.”

[godoforder]

loving-war

War looked at the strange man next to him and sighed. “I’m not in the mood to…listen.” He tried to put it delicately. His mother and father had raised him in a very strict home where manners were of the utmost importance and while he hated their teachings, it was hard to break habits hat were so old. “Are you sure you should be here and not in a hospital?”

“You don’t need to listen. Just fake it.” Mark grinned. “I just have so much skadadle in my head..I know that’s not a word.” He rose his hand as a defense gesture. “Oh, god hell no.” he blinked frantically for a moment. “I mean I hope they not gonna sent me into one.. I don’t want them to open the melon of mine. There’s some shit stuck up in there.” 

Another patient was the lucky one and mark frowned. “Okay.. Just a few minutes right… I mean time is a social construct.” he sighed. He weirdly liked talking to that stranger and that added more clutter to his brain. Who was he? What is he doing? Is he extremely ill? Why did he smell like wood? He realized he stared. “I’m a damn mess..”

[loving-war]

War looked at the other with a concerned look. “Alright. I’ll fake it.” He sighed. “Yeah I suppose that time is a construct. That’s what I’ve been told by my students at least when they’re late.” He looked around the room, clenching his fists. “Who are you?”

[godoforder]

“I’m..Mark..” He said as if he had to think about it for a moment. “Uh, Mark novak…Livestreamer for a living and quite the talker you see.” The pain moved to his eyes and he hissed. “Goddfuckingdammit.” He breathed. “My head is exploding.” Flashes of light behind his eyes almost made him sick. “Gotta admit that I usually am an introvert but well it’s a habit to annoy the people around me.” he made no sense. “Who are you then?”

[loving-war]

“Mark Novak. Entertainer...I see.” He eyed the other and shook his head. “I don’t give out my name to strangers. Sorry. Well not complete strangers at least. I talk for a living. Teacher. And I’m not certain you shouldn’t go to a hospital.”

[godoforder]

loving-war

War looked at the strange man next to him and sighed. “I’m not in the mood to…listen.” He tried to put it delicately. His mother and father had raised him in a very strict home where manners were of the utmost importance and while he hated their teachings, it was hard to break habits hat were so old. “Are you sure you should be here and not in a hospital?”

“You don’t need to listen. Just fake it.” Mark grinned. “I just have so much skadadle in my head..I know that’s not a word.” He rose his hand as a defense gesture. “Oh, god hell no.” he blinked frantically for a moment. “I mean I hope they not gonna sent me into one.. I don’t want them to open the melon of mine. There’s some shit stuck up in there.” 

Another patient was the lucky one and mark frowned. “Okay.. Just a few minutes right… I mean time is a social construct.” he sighed. He weirdly liked talking to that stranger and that added more clutter to his brain. Who was he? What is he doing? Is he extremely ill? Why did he smell like wood? He realized he stared. “I’m a damn mess..”

[loving-war]

War looked at the other with a concerned look. “Alright. I’ll fake it.” He sighed. “Yeah I suppose that time is a construct. That’s what I’ve been told by my students at least when they’re late.” He looked around the room, clenching his fists. “Who are you?”

[godoforder]

Torn (open para)

Sleep? Nah. Mark didn’t want to waste precious time in doing nothing but lying in bed. His mind was racing and the flood of chaotic ideas was not stopping anyway. Sometimes it got so bad that he felt like he was about to go crazy. He couldn’t keep a job since he either worked too fast and messed up or he was to ambitious. He wanted to reach the top but stepping on corpses for that. Or more like the chaos he left behind to reach his goal.

“Time to express some of these mind-blowing shit in ma brain.” He said as he prepared his setup and started his computer. People believed livestreaming games or other things like that were no real job but it bright money he needed to live and he met a lot of people who liked what he was doing.

He did an intro and waved at the camera. He talked a bit bout some ideas, his mouth pretty much unable to keep up with his brain. Here a new location, there a new Ego, a new game, a new script. It always worked on high-speed. A rollercoaster and he knew people couldn’t keep up with his train of thoughts. As a kid he thought he was different. In his later years of youth he believed people were just stupid around him. Doctors diagnosed him with ADD and that he has a personality disorder. He didn’t really care to live by the “rules” they gave him. He let his mind wander and created as much as he could from it even if it was trash. He talked fast and just stopped to take on every a breath. Those people listening were his only social contact at times. No relationships around that besides his brother who was living in a different city. LA was full of fake friends though. He didn’t want to be involved in the Fairness. He enjoyed telling people his mind vomit and continued to babble until he had to inhale sharply.

A heavy headache hit him, flashing in front of his inner eye and he excused himself.

Those headaches happened quite often these days. One even knocked him out once. He saw weird nets of light Everytime it happens. He tried to follow the strings but they lead to nowhere.

Mark vanished into the bathroom to throw up. He decided to get a check up at his doc. His brain immediately started to form theories about why he felt that way, from not drinking enough to a big ass tumor so he became anxious, shaky.

Too many people in the waiting room, too much noice in his head, his leg was shaking. He needed to get out. What was happening with him these days.

[loving-war]

James had run out of refills. He had run out of the back ups to his refills and due to his scheduling and lack of practice running out of pills he wasn’t expecting the changes that would happen weeks after he had been off his medications. But they weren’t things that would help him keep his job. Finding himself at the doctor’s office he paced back and forth. He didn’t have time to go to his psychiatrist so he settled for a general practitioner. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room he was becoming more and more irritable with each passing moment. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it as he groaned softly. “Can someone hurry up already!?” He turned, snapping at the nurse behind the counter.

[godoforder]

Mark was tapping his knee and waited, watching a guy being in the same state like he was obviously. But who knew what he was suffering from. He got curious and crooked his head. “It’s a mess right? You have to faint to get some help here.” He said, giving a little smirk. 

[loving-war]

James turned around to see the other man. He frowned not liking the looks of him. “Listen, buddy I don’t know who you are but you really should mind your own business.” Something drew him to the other man but he didn’t want to think about what that meant at that moment.

[godoforder]

Mark frowned more in confusion then anything else but something inside him didn’t keep him from continuing to push the subject. He leaned towards, resting his hands on his knees. “Regarding to your reaction, I’m not your buddy.” he said calm. “Not gonna lie, you look like shit” he looked at the door as another patient got called in. “I don’t know what your issue is but I’m trying to have a conversation and I get you could use the distraction as much as I do. So, where’s the fire?”

[loving-war]

War looked over at the nurse who looked about ready to call the police and decided to take a seat near the other man. He frowned. “You May be trying to have a conversation but I’m just trying to get a prescription filled so I can go about my life.” He sneered, closing his eyes he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just…can’t help myself.”

[godoforder]

The nurse pointed out that they shall be patient. 

“Shut up, nurse.” He whispered towards the man. “Waiting that long for some scribbling is ridiculous.” He agreed. Leaning back, he also took a breath. “I just need to ramble. So I give that sorry back.” He tipped his forehead. “Pain.. Like fuck. Just threw up Dogs and cats this morning.” He pressed his eyes shut for a second. He didn’t want to focus on the pain. “Talking keeps it low you know.” He really needed to sleep, to eat.. he wondered when he drank water the last time. He should know. “I should know… “ He spoke his thought out lowly. “Why can’t I remember.” 

[loving-war]

War looked at the strange man next to him and sighed. “I’m not in the mood to...listen.” He tried to put it delicately. His mother and father had raised him in a very strict home where manners were of the utmost importance and while he hated their teachings, it was hard to break habits hat were so old. “Are you sure you should be here and not in a hospital?”

[godoforder]

Torn (open para)

Sleep? Nah. Mark didn’t want to waste precious time in doing nothing but lying in bed. His mind was racing and the flood of chaotic ideas was not stopping anyway. Sometimes it got so bad that he felt like he was about to go crazy. He couldn’t keep a job since he either worked too fast and messed up or he was to ambitious. He wanted to reach the top but stepping on corpses for that. Or more like the chaos he left behind to reach his goal.

“Time to express some of these mind-blowing shit in ma brain.” He said as he prepared his setup and started his computer. People believed livestreaming games or other things like that were no real job but it bright money he needed to live and he met a lot of people who liked what he was doing.

He did an intro and waved at the camera. He talked a bit bout some ideas, his mouth pretty much unable to keep up with his brain. Here a new location, there a new Ego, a new game, a new script. It always worked on high-speed. A rollercoaster and he knew people couldn’t keep up with his train of thoughts. As a kid he thought he was different. In his later years of youth he believed people were just stupid around him. Doctors diagnosed him with ADD and that he has a personality disorder. He didn’t really care to live by the “rules” they gave him. He let his mind wander and created as much as he could from it even if it was trash. He talked fast and just stopped to take on every a breath. Those people listening were his only social contact at times. No relationships around that besides his brother who was living in a different city. LA was full of fake friends though. He didn’t want to be involved in the Fairness. He enjoyed telling people his mind vomit and continued to babble until he had to inhale sharply.

A heavy headache hit him, flashing in front of his inner eye and he excused himself.

Those headaches happened quite often these days. One even knocked him out once. He saw weird nets of light Everytime it happens. He tried to follow the strings but they lead to nowhere.

Mark vanished into the bathroom to throw up. He decided to get a check up at his doc. His brain immediately started to form theories about why he felt that way, from not drinking enough to a big ass tumor so he became anxious, shaky.

Too many people in the waiting room, too much noice in his head, his leg was shaking. He needed to get out. What was happening with him these days.

[loving-war]

James had run out of refills. He had run out of the back ups to his refills and due to his scheduling and lack of practice running out of pills he wasn’t expecting the changes that would happen weeks after he had been off his medications. But they weren’t things that would help him keep his job. Finding himself at the doctor’s office he paced back and forth. He didn’t have time to go to his psychiatrist so he settled for a general practitioner. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room he was becoming more and more irritable with each passing moment. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it as he groaned softly. “Can someone hurry up already!?” He turned, snapping at the nurse behind the counter.

[godoforder]

Mark was tapping his knee and waited, watching a guy being in the same state like he was obviously. But who knew what he was suffering from. He got curious and crooked his head. “It’s a mess right? You have to faint to get some help here.” He said, giving a little smirk. 

[loving-war]

James turned around to see the other man. He frowned not liking the looks of him. “Listen, buddy I don’t know who you are but you really should mind your own business.” Something drew him to the other man but he didn’t want to think about what that meant at that moment.

[godoforder]

Mark frowned more in confusion then anything else but something inside him didn’t keep him from continuing to push the subject. He leaned towards, resting his hands on his knees. “Regarding to your reaction, I’m not your buddy.” he said calm. “Not gonna lie, you look like shit” he looked at the door as another patient got called in. “I don’t know what your issue is but I’m trying to have a conversation and I get you could use the distraction as much as I do. So, where’s the fire?”

[loving-war]

War looked over at the nurse who looked about ready to call the police and decided to take a seat near the other man. He frowned. “You May be trying to have a conversation but I’m just trying to get a prescription filled so I can go about my life.” He sneered, closing his eyes he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just...can’t help myself.”

[godoforder]

Torn (open para)

Sleep? Nah. Mark didn’t want to waste precious time in doing nothing but lying in bed. His mind was racing and the flood of chaotic ideas was not stopping anyway. Sometimes it got so bad that he felt like he was about to go crazy. He couldn’t keep a job since he either worked too fast and messed up or he was to ambitious. He wanted to reach the top but stepping on corpses for that. Or more like the chaos he left behind to reach his goal.

“Time to express some of these mind-blowing shit in ma brain.” He said as he prepared his setup and started his computer. People believed livestreaming games or other things like that were no real job but it bright money he needed to live and he met a lot of people who liked what he was doing.

He did an intro and waved at the camera. He talked a bit bout some ideas, his mouth pretty much unable to keep up with his brain. Here a new location, there a new Ego, a new game, a new script. It always worked on high-speed. A rollercoaster and he knew people couldn’t keep up with his train of thoughts. As a kid he thought he was different. In his later years of youth he believed people were just stupid around him. Doctors diagnosed him with ADD and that he has a personality disorder. He didn’t really care to live by the “rules” they gave him. He let his mind wander and created as much as he could from it even if it was trash. He talked fast and just stopped to take on every a breath. Those people listening were his only social contact at times. No relationships around that besides his brother who was living in a different city. LA was full of fake friends though. He didn’t want to be involved in the Fairness. He enjoyed telling people his mind vomit and continued to babble until he had to inhale sharply.

A heavy headache hit him, flashing in front of his inner eye and he excused himself.

Those headaches happened quite often these days. One even knocked him out once. He saw weird nets of light Everytime it happens. He tried to follow the strings but they lead to nowhere.

Mark vanished into the bathroom to throw up. He decided to get a check up at his doc. His brain immediately started to form theories about why he felt that way, from not drinking enough to a big ass tumor so he became anxious, shaky.

Too many people in the waiting room, too much noice in his head, his leg was shaking. He needed to get out. What was happening with him these days.

[loving-war]

James had run out of refills. He had run out of the back ups to his refills and due to his scheduling and lack of practice running out of pills he wasn’t expecting the changes that would happen weeks after he had been off his medications. But they weren’t things that would help him keep his job. Finding himself at the doctor’s office he paced back and forth. He didn’t have time to go to his psychiatrist so he settled for a general practitioner. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room he was becoming more and more irritable with each passing moment. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it as he groaned softly. “Can someone hurry up already!?” He turned, snapping at the nurse behind the counter.

[godoforder]

Mark was tapping his knee and waited, watching a guy being in the same state like he was obviously. But who knew what he was suffering from. He got curious and crooked his head. “It’s a mess right? You have to faint to get some help here.” He said, giving a little smirk. 

[loving-war]

James turned around to see the other man. He frowned not liking the looks of him. “Listen, buddy I don’t know who you are but you really should mind your own business.” Something drew him to the other man but he didn’t want to think about what that meant at that moment.

[loving-war]

Cheap Sunglasses

The bar wasn’t some place that James went often, but when invited by a friendly colleague of his he had no reason to resist. Except that he didn’t drink. The alcohol didn’t work well with his medication or so he had been told. Still tonight had promised to be fun, and while it wasn’t exactly a bar that they had ended up going to, he was determined not to be a stick in the mud.

But the bright lights of the club were something he wasn’t used to, so he opted to keep his sunglasses on as he watched all of the younger bodies writhing along to the music. He shivered as he felt one of his darker impulses nudge at his consciousness. He turned towards the bartender, ordering a water as he watched his co-worker order something he’d never even heard of. But perhaps that was because of his upbringing. He shook his head and let out a chuckle as he looked around the room, someone catching his attention, causing him to frown. Something his co-worker didn’t notice as they decided that since it was the weekend it was the perfect time to get wasted. James excused himself as he made his way into the throng of people, hoping to get closer to the figure that had caught his attention.

[godoforder]

Torn (open para)

Sleep? Nah. Mark didn’t want to waste precious time in doing nothing but lying in bed. His mind was racing and the flood of chaotic ideas was not stopping anyway. Sometimes it got so bad that he felt like he was about to go crazy. He couldn’t keep a job since he either worked too fast and messed up or he was to ambitious. He wanted to reach the top but stepping on corpses for that. Or more like the chaos he left behind to reach his goal.

“Time to express some of these mind-blowing shit in ma brain.” He said as he prepared his setup and started his computer. People believed livestreaming games or other things like that were no real job but it bright money he needed to live and he met a lot of people who liked what he was doing.

He did an intro and waved at the camera. He talked a bit bout some ideas, his mouth pretty much unable to keep up with his brain. Here a new location, there a new Ego, a new game, a new script. It always worked on high-speed. A rollercoaster and he knew people couldn’t keep up with his train of thoughts. As a kid he thought he was different. In his later years of youth he believed people were just stupid around him. Doctors diagnosed him with ADD and that he has a personality disorder. He didn’t really care to live by the “rules” they gave him. He let his mind wander and created as much as he could from it even if it was trash. He talked fast and just stopped to take on every a breath. Those people listening were his only social contact at times. No relationships around that besides his brother who was living in a different city. LA was full of fake friends though. He didn’t want to be involved in the Fairness. He enjoyed telling people his mind vomit and continued to babble until he had to inhale sharply.

A heavy headache hit him, flashing in front of his inner eye and he excused himself.

Those headaches happened quite often these days. One even knocked him out once. He saw weird nets of light Everytime it happens. He tried to follow the strings but they lead to nowhere.

Mark vanished into the bathroom to throw up. He decided to get a check up at his doc. His brain immediately started to form theories about why he felt that way, from not drinking enough to a big ass tumor so he became anxious, shaky.

Too many people in the waiting room, too much noice in his head, his leg was shaking. He needed to get out. What was happening with him these days.

[loving-war]

James had run out of refills. He had run out of the back ups to his refills and due to his scheduling and lack of practice running out of pills he wasn’t expecting the changes that would happen weeks after he had been off his medications. But they weren’t things that would help him keep his job. Finding himself at the doctor’s office he paced back and forth. He didn’t have time to go to his psychiatrist so he settled for a general practitioner. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room he was becoming more and more irritable with each passing moment. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it as he groaned softly. “Can someone hurry up already!?” He turned, snapping at the nurse behind the counter.

[loving-war]

Bio

Name: James Arthur Washington

Occupation: College History Teacher

About:

He was lucky it had started before he was 18, any older and his records couldn’t have been removed.

The fighting had started when he was young, very young, but James hadn’t gotten into any serious trouble until puberty started to set in. That’s when things started to get serious. After he broke a kid’s arm for bumping into him and trying to lead a revolt against the school’s staff James was considered a danger to himself and to others a title he felt that fit him perfectly. To avoid jail time and in the interest of getting “the help he needed” James was subjected to a cocktail of prescribed pills and weekly therapy sessions, much to his parent’s relief and satisfaction. They were nearly certain that James would amount to nothing but he was determined to prove them wrong.

Despite the medicine making him feel like a zombie and the therapy only serving to make his fantasies more violent and elaborate he managed to behave and act like a normal human. He felt that something was off. More off than when he had been allowed to act out but he knew that was no way to live. Getting his act together and taking his medication regularly he managed to land a job as a teacher and as he worked his way up to a college professor he found that he actually enjoyed it.

Teaching the students about what mayhem and conflicts had shaped the world, as well as having the students act out the battles, was not only entertaining it was cathartic. Something to take the edge off that gnawing feeling. And for now, it would have to do.

[loving-war]

That Awful Man (War & Venny)

[imvengeance]

loving-war:

War followed Vengeance to the couch before collapsing. He gently took her hand and held it to his stomach. “It’s coming. Some day. And O-O-Order rejected me.”

“It…” She looked at his stomach. “I don’t follow…”

“Order rejected you?” Her eyes narrowed. “What did he say, War?” Her voice dropped a little and slowed in its cadence. This was no mere rejection, something was clearly hurting her brother.

[loving-war]

“H-H-He said he didn’t want to be a father! That he wasn’t meant for it!” He leaned into her lap to sob harder. “I’ve always been the distant father! How am I supposed to raise a half lighter child?!” He sniffled and pet her dress. “I want to name it Brauom if it’s a boy.” He sniffled.

[imvengeance]

Her eyes went wide. Her brother was with child! And Order was rejecting it? And rejecting War? No wonder War was an emotional wreck.Closing her eyes to center herself, Vengeance stroked his hair.

“You can name him or her whatever you want, dear brother.” She said softly, “Do you want to take a nap or a warm bath?” She kept her voice soft as she could, her fight was not with her brother, her job was to keep him safe and calm. While her instinct was to fight Order she knew in an all out battle, while this was what she did, Order still could kick her ass and what was worse, because War’s pregnancy was against the natural order, she was afraid that he would remove it which would hurt War deeper than anything. If she approached Order she would have to be more cunning than anything. Figured that goddess was missing from the Palace when she needed her.

“Do you want me to confront Order?” She asked softly, perhaps he didn’t want that. Perhaps he wanted to be left alone. Maybe he wanted her to kick his ass. Whatever he asked of her, she would do. “Do you want Order to help raise the baby or do you want it to be just you and I?”

[loving-war]

“You would raises the baby with me?” He gasped and nuzzled into her as he sobbed, seeking some form of solace. “I just want my baby to be happy. I just want it to have a proper life. It deserves that! And he wanted to touch my stomach. He wanted to kill the baby! And when I wouldn’t let him he threw me out.” War broke into a new round of sobbing.

[loving-war]

That Awful Man (War & Venny)

[imvengeance]

loving-war:

War followed Vengeance to the couch before collapsing. He gently took her hand and held it to his stomach. “It’s coming. Some day. And O-O-Order rejected me.”

“It…” She looked at his stomach. “I don’t follow…”

“Order rejected you?” Her eyes narrowed. “What did he say, War?” Her voice dropped a little and slowed in its cadence. This was no mere rejection, something was clearly hurting her brother.

[loving-war]

"H-H-He said he didn't want to be a father! That he wasn't meant for it!" He leaned into her lap to sob harder. "I've always been the distant father! How am I supposed to raise a half lighter child?!" He sniffled and pet her dress. "I want to name it Brauom if it's a boy." He sniffled.

[loving-war]

That Awful Man (War & Venny)

War ran sobbing and destroying all the way from Order’s room to his sister’s. He slammed his open palm on the door. “Venny! Venny I need you! Please?!” He sobbed as he leaned his head against the door.

[imvengeance]

Startled Vengeance rushed to the door throwing it open.

“War! What is it?” She pulled him into her arms “what happened?”

[loving-war]

Throwing himself at Vengeance he held onto her and sobbed into her shoulder. “He rejected me. I just wanted to tell him the good news and he rejected me.” He held her closer for comfort.

[imvengeance]

“Rejected you?” She pulled him into her apartment and closed the door behind them. Walking them to the couch she sat them down gently. “Brother, what… what good news? What’s going on? Who rejected you?”

[loving-war]

War followed Vengeance to the couch before collapsing. He gently took her hand and held it to his stomach. "It's coming. Some day. And O-O-Order rejected me."

[loving-war]

That Awful Man (War & Venny)

War ran sobbing and destroying all the way from Order’s room to his sister’s. He slammed his open palm on the door. “Venny! Venny I need you! Please?!” He sobbed as he leaned his head against the door.

[imvengeance]

Startled Vengeance rushed to the door throwing it open.

“War! What is it?” She pulled him into her arms “what happened?”

[loving-war]

Throwing himself at Vengeance he held onto her and sobbed into her shoulder. "He rejected me. I just wanted to tell him the good news and he rejected me." He held her closer for comfort.

[loving-war]

That Awful Man (War & Venny)

War ran sobbing and destroying all the way from Order's room to his sister's. He slammed his open palm on the door. "Venny! Venny I need you! Please?!" He sobbed as he leaned his head against the door.

[loving-war]

Excuse me, do you have a minute (Order/War)

War has been feeling funny all morning, and when he thought about it he had actually been feeling off for a week now. Perhaps more? He scratched his head over his bowl of cereal as he thought about how long he had been feeling the symptoms. After a moment he decided that it had been in fact far too long for a goddess to be sick let alone a god. With weary feet he shuffled down the long corridor still dressed in his night robe towards the sick area though he wasn’t quite sure why they had one. Gods could heal. There was no need to have one. He grumbled the whole way. Once there he sat, waited, described, was poked and prodded some more, before finally waiting again. An hour later and they still hadn’t discovered what was wrong. On a whim War declared that he probably was pregnant, and an hour later they found he was. Sitting in stunned silence he stared down at his abdomen, wondering how he was to tell the other that they were to have a child. He knew he wasn’t going to get rid of it, that was absurd! With shaking hands he meandered and shuffled his way down to Order’s chambers to knock on the door, hoping that the god was there as he hadn’t bothered to use servants to check.

[godoforder]

Order was already forgetting this experience that was haunting him for days. He couldn’t get his head free for a long time. All this mediation did at least keep him from having weird dreams. No one asked him or made fun of him or even threads him. Though how could say ..order basically hid himself inside his room. Today he planned to give earth a visit. He was just about to go when it knocked. Anxiety was showing its ugly face for a second but he was a god and will not give in to this.. .social fear.. He should have known that this wasn’t easy to handle. “War…” He whispered with red ears, suddenly not so godlike anymore. Why did he come here? Maybe to finally destroy him mentally? Order tried so hard to forget and then he shows up. He frowned deeply and was about to shut the door again. Thought war’s face was different. In fact his whole presence seemed different. “why are you here?” He looked around the door to the hallway.

[loving-war]

War shifted awkwardly. “It’s good to see you Order. I’ve missed you, you could say. I um…I have some news.” He coughed slightly, shivering as his bare feet stood on the cold stone. “That night…. something went wrong. And since I played the female in our little game….” he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just say it.

[godoforder]

Just now order noticed that war was still in his sleep clothes, “come in.” he ordered unintended authorizing. He closed the door behind war. “What do you mean .. you missed me. You should dislike me.” Order blinked and looked to the ground for a moment. “Now more then ever actually.” He pointed at the couch. “go sit ..do you want a drink?” Order would stay a polite host. “I am pretty certain you stayed male the whole time” he said stern, covering the memories with a stony face. “What are you trying to tell? Everything went wrong for me that night and yet I’m not in my pijama in your room.”

[loving-war]

War had entered when Order had ordered and he was feeling more comfortable before Order started to speak more. Then he became angry. “You’re just so stupid! I don’t know how anyone would want to be around you for any length of time!” The anger was taking over and he knew why.

Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself. “You put yourself inside me. Men do that to women. I was the woman. And now I am.” He hissed his anger coming back.

[godoforder]

Order shrugged at the sudden change of emotions. As if he was good in handling any emotion. It was weird. War was not making sense. At least to order. “So why are you here then?” Order replied, not changing his tone. “If you mean that in this analogie you were a female then I understand.” Order rose a brow and watched war carefully. “You are…what?” What was Sven happening. Orders confusion grew. “you are now still female?” In an odd way order got worried. Usually war would be snarky when angry or making jokes about him but war seemed too strange. “Did.. I hurt you? Do you need me to heal you?”

[loving-war]

War shook his head. “I don’t need to be healed. A baby isn’t something you heal away.” He slapped his hands over his mouth in shock. “I-…. I’m pregnant with your child. I was checked this morning. I’m sorry.” War couldn’t bear to look at Order.

[godoforder]

Order stood, startled and completely perplexed. He blinked several times before being able to use his mouth again. “Is.. this another so called ‘prank’ of yours because that’s.. that’s impossible.” He stuttered. No joke. War looked to serious and again in a way hurt but order was always struggling to read people. Though that would explain why war’s presence felt strange. He turned and covered his mouth with his hand. He even needed to support himself in the next wall with one hand. “How?” He looked at war again. “Even ..as gods this is not natural. This is against all of creator laws. We inhabiting bodies of two male individuals who also represent light and dark…” Order had to talk logic now or would go insane. “…you can’t carry a child of mine. That is like.. creating the myth of Mammon. The Antichrist in human books.. it’s against the natural order!” His last words were louder. “So either you are lying and creating the biggest joke on me in existence or… ” He hoped it was a joke. Could he say it? He stared at war’s stomach. “…let me check.” He walked towards war, ready to touch war’s belly. He needed proof.

[loving-war]

War stood there in shock, unsure of what to say but the moment Order came closer War swatted at Order. “No! You will get away! If you touch me you may kill the child! It isn’t in order but if you touch my baby it may go away and I can’t have that!” He grew angry again.

[godoforder]

Order frowned. “If there Is an infant growing inside me then I want to see it for myself” he said stern. War was protective in ways that he usually was with his sister. Maybe he was right? Order would be he father ? A fater of a child. Suddenly his eyes widened as if he now realised how big this is. “I.. I can’t be a father. I am not able to raise child” he got himself a drink. Swallowing the booze with shaky hands. Order out down the glass to rush towards war. “I don’t want this ! ” He yelled. “You caused this! It was the drug! I’m certain!” In fact order just got scared. But his reaction was showing differently.

[loving-war]

War cringed and covered his stomach. “Then you’ve made your choice.” He spoke softly. “I will grow and have and raise the baby and you will only be a myth to it.” He huffed. “But I don’t trust you to touch it now. It might be accidental but I don’t trust you.”

[godoforder]

“fine!” He barked. “I never intended to become a father. This kind of responsibility is interrupting our work.” He swallowed hard at the meaning of war’s sentence. Somehow it hit him but he wouldn’t admit. “Go and keep the child but be certain that it will have struggles caused by being in the practically in between the balance.” He said stern and pointed to the door. This felt so worng but why. His stomach clenched. “Go..”

[loving-war]

War felt his stomach clench as he felt a hot wetness fall from his eyes, that he didn’t quite recognize but he knew had to to with the baby. “You’re stupid!” He screamed. “You and I work perfectly in tandem. I prefer your brother yes but that does not mean that you and I do not work well you absolute baffoon! This child like the others I’ve had will be perfectly fine!”

[godoforder]

War had good arguments. There was always good and bad, dark and light. Then need to exist in balance so maybe the child would be in between but not unbalanced but how could he know? Was he actually scared about the child? That it would go mad? War was crying. Order didn’t know he could, at least not like that. Order clenched his jaw, unable to know what he should do or not do. “War, go to your sister. She will take care of you. I ..don’t think I can support you…you both ” He said and looked away.

[loving-war]

"She will kill you." War glared before rushing from the room and slamming the door. There was terrible crashing down the hallway as War destroyed everything he could touch.