The Merry Memoirs of War.

[ares_dot_com]

*handed the papyrus parchment of his prosaic duties, he loosens the sash about the cylinder, allowing the bottom rod to topple over his lap and onto the floor; the list doubtlessly long. Streaming his eyes across the unremitting task, he uses his left hand's forefinger to score a vermilion band through each accomplished engagement.

Preform

Comments

[illian]

And what have we learned from this?

Ares mentally masturbates to little old (dead) asian men.

[momus_dot_com]

Nice!

[illian]

I call them as I see them.

Did ye expect FOX porn?

[ares_dot_com]

So I have a few macabre kinks..

[ares_dot_com]

Morbidly speaking, yes it is..

[neversremedy]

::hears the yelp of the young dog, whipping around she unsheaths her sword, holding it to the throat of the pirate::

We specialize in people around here. Hurt another animal in my presence and bear the mark of your misdeeds.

~rolls her eyes~

[isis_dot_com]

Now, *that* made sense.

Re: ~rolls her eyes~

[oshun_dot_com]

Ochun speaks sincerely and without guile:

Probably not very long, considering she's a goddess and all. Something about phenomenal cosmic powers or something...

Ochun discreetly gathers any small, adorable creatures to hide behind her skirts.

Pastel Purple Haze.

[hard_chemical]

*speaks in a monotone as if rehearsed*

"I hate pastel pink Buddhist bunnies.
Down with Gandhi."

There. I did my part.
Time to lay the fuck back down.

Glaring Headache Phase.

[ares_dot_com]

Remind me to pop you one at a later date. Any random date will do.

Re: Glaring Headache Phase.

[flidais_dot_com]

* climbs the steps to the large temple. Finding it odd that the doors of the temple are shut, she decides to knock first lightly before impatiently trying the large doorknob. *

*detects the upheaval outside the gates..*

[ares_dot_com]

*uses three fingers to indicate that a servant should attend to it*