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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 20:41:56 GMT -5
God of Light, a man worthy of a following and loved by most all. That's the kind of tagline you'd expect with a title like that, right? Except Cytis isn't nearly as righteous and good as he might lead others to believe, and while usually he refrains from purposeful antagonism there some times when his fingers itch and the only way he can scratch it is against someone else's face. In a fist. And what better way to get it out of his system than a visit to chaos? The north end of the city is mountainous and totally uninviting. He's come here for the hot springs once or twice, but otherwise Cytis would never bother with such a pigsty. He expects some kind of diamond in the rough when he finds the shrine, because surely Rico bothered with at least that, but of course not.
"Place looks like shit!" he calls out as he steps into the shrine hoping the floor doesn't give way under his feet. "Though I guess that would fit you, huh?" |
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Post by RICO on Jan 24, 2016 21:44:01 GMT -5
 A scream filled the shrine's back area where his makeshift throne sat. He was annoyed. He was always annoyed. Sitting on that makeshift throne of swords made of plastic from a halloween clearance store made him no more intimidating or powerful. This woman belonged in the East and yet here she was, prancing around giving out books to his followers in an effort to convert them to Light's district. And then he felt it. A wave that unsettled him and made his inner workings jostle for a moment. He then heard the voice call to him and he pulled himself out of his seat. His face, stern and commanding match his voice when he spoke to his followers. " Throw her over the wall." He took a few quick steps. " Naked." He said, after turning his head over his shoulder to them. She screamed again but was quickly muffled. He took a breath and then he disappeared into a hole of darkness. " How unexpected." He uttered, as he came out of his darkness to greet the god of light from above. He sat on one of the rafters of his shrine, looking down on him. " Any particular reason for this visit or are you here to piss me off by setting foot on my territory, flashlight?" TAGGGED | NOTES this is sparta |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 21:59:09 GMT -5
His neck cranes upwards on instinct to glare at the voice's source, and that instantly makes his lip curl. Fuck Chaos. Cytis wants nothing less than to have to look up to him, literally, but he also doesn't fancy seeming like he's avoiding eye contact. Again, fuck Chaos. Grunting, Cytis resists the urge to outright flip him off. "I'm here to let you know that your district looks as awful as it is, and I really didn't think it could be done but you've somehow managed." His hands come together in slow, exaggerated claps, his voice flat, "Congratulations are in order." So, in other words, he is honestly just here to piss the other god off. And he will, for the moment, ignore the flashlight comment. All in good time. |
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Post by RICO on Jan 24, 2016 23:10:20 GMT -5
" The sarcastic applause is noted." His eyebrow was raised as he willfully jumped down from the rafters. Once on the floor, he had to look up to Cytis, not his favorite past time but he was physically shorter than the god of light. " Please tell me you have more snark up your sleeve-" Rico paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. " Oh wait, do you even own shirts with sleeves?" His eyebrow raised as he did his best not to smirk at his own remark. That bastard was insulted. He just knew it. Implying that he was less than smart because of his attire. Hundreds of worshippers be damned, chaos was the best. " So, Cyti, you obviously needed something from your old friend... Me. Or you wouldn't be here. A weapon to inspire? A lesson in totalitarian rule? A whip to crack on your bevy of slutty shrine maidens?" He wandered around Cytis with his hands folded at his back as he asked questions of him. He was pacing in a circular motion and his steps got faster as his anger increased until he stopped, throwing a fist in the air to the god of light's face. " A fist in that face of yours?" He moved the fist in what would be a threatening to and fro manner that could probably intimidate some enough into pissing their pants and running away. TAGGGED | NOTES comic relief god
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 0:10:08 GMT -5
It's no coincidence Cytis chooses to turn up the fake, business charm once he's the one looking down. He has been blessed with looks and height, truly one of the lucky ones. The corner of his lips twitch. But then he's reaching out a hand and patting Rico on the arm once, twice. "You don't need to be ashamed just because you don't have arms you like to show off." A comforting squeeze that might have been a little harder than necessary. But surely it's the work of imagination! There's really no one better at getting under his skin than Chaos. His silly little circle has Cytis twisting his neck and foolishly attempting to make like an owl, and he huffs once the other disappears past his back. He keeps his head forward from then on, letting his eyes alone do the following. "You suggestions are barbaric as always, and no. Not that I'd want your hand-me-downs even if I were." Old whips, old information, being taught by Chaos, no thank you. Surprisingly, his next proposition is on point. It's only a shame Rico doesn't follow through, even as Cytis flinches and takes an instinctive step back at first. His face is over here, but you snooze you lose and Cytis takes it as a good enough opening. Flashing his brightest and best business smile, he's almost radiant as he replies, "Nah, try one in yours!"Then his knuckles are going for the other god's nose. [ooc; comic relief god duo tbh] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 25, 2016 8:41:07 GMT -5
Rico's eyes rolled as he took notice of Light's flinch. As if he would really punch him in the face! A taunt but, he was confident. Then again, so was Cytis for some reason. His eyes slid and he saw the fist raise, coming for him. Rico sneered and took the hit in the bridge of the nose. His head flew backwards, the blow nearly sending him off of his feet but he took a few stumbling steps backward to regain his balance. " Ah." He sighed as blood dripped down his nose. He hadn't felt pain in months. He couldn't remember exactly who had bestowed it on him last but it was a good guess that it was either East or South. He began to chuckle to himself as he continued to looked up at the rafters of his shrine. " You know, Light." He said as he continued to stare up as a pigeon nest caught his vision. " There's this thing about picking a fight with me." He moved his head forward suddenly as blood splurted from his nose with the sudden movement. " Brute force doesn't work." He lifted his head, grinning as blood trickled into the crevices of his teeth. He spat easily at the floor between the god of light and himself. " Well, you knew what you were getting into right?" His head cocked unnaturally to the left as if his neck had been broken. He blinked, still grinning and decided to float again. " Punches aren't much good." He noted. " But a drop." He snapped his fingers and the floor began to fall away from the shrine into a deep crater dug into the mountain for such an occasion. " A drop is good." He grinned. TAGGGED | NOTES and suddenly, he's a bond villain.
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 10:20:27 GMT -5
There's always something about his hits meeting flesh that gets him excited. Humans have something called drugs that have a similar effect from what he's heard, but getting into a fistfight doesn't cost exorbitant amounts of money. To Chaos's credit, he takes the hit with grace and Cytis simply enjoys the sight of his blood. He flexes his own fingers though, because while it's nice to see Rico's face splattered red it's less nice to see his hands in a similar state. Then the monologuing starts, and as much as he enjoys giving them it's an absolute bore to hear, and Cytis is halfway to telling the other god to get on with it and hit him back when— Mother fucker the floor is snatched from beneath his feet and Cytis is too off guard to stop his back from colliding with the hard, solid earth below. "Chaos you fuckface!" he yells. When he fights he wants it fair and straightforward unless he's the one cheating! A shake of his head and his ears stop ringing, then he's gone in a shimmer because he's never been one to spare the dramatics. It's hard when there's no solid ground and his target is floating, but Cytis teleports close enough to pull Rico into a headlock. In midair. Maybe not his best idea nor the most stable but who cares. "I dunno," he spits bitterly. "Brute force usually works out for me." |
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Post by RICO on Jan 25, 2016 22:31:14 GMT -5
Intelligence; a blessing and a curse. He had an abundance of it although he didn't feel the need to act it out for a bunch of kiss-ass followers like this shit. He gave a look of sympathy and and shook his head with shoulders raising when Light called him a fuckface. None of this mattered, if Light would use the mental capacity of a child god. When he finally used his teleportation like an adult, Rico was ready. Grinning from ear to ear like a murderous child god himself. A long arm he felt wrap around him. Not tight enough to squeeze his small body. Almost though. Downward or upward, quick decision making time and he decided down. He didn't have much punching power. That was this sad excuse for a god's prowess but he could go toe to toe with a female god. Not really a boast if he thought about it. He sighed inwardly for a millisecond. Bringing this asshole to task wasn't difficult though. Chaos formed a fist and went for his baby maker. No power but still just as fast, so when his fist was drawn back, Chaos grinned up at the god of light. A fake out to the nuts caused to force him backwards leaving the top open for explorations. He didn't raise a fist or send a kick his way. Rico sent his face, most importantly his lips in the direction of the god of light's lips. So close to him that he could smell his breath. " You wish, homo." Rico chuckled, blood drying under his nose and after letting a second of shock set in, he teleported away. " So close, I could kiss ya, sweetheart." He taunted from the other side now as he came into view. Another major difference between the two, Rico didn't have a set appearance to uphold. " Better give it up. Next, I'll rest my balls on that manly chin of yours." He clicked his tongue and pointed his finger gun at Cytis. " Bang! Right in the kisser." He grinned. " How appropriate." MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 26, 2016 10:11:52 GMT -5
Cytis finds "hit it 'til it dies" to be a pretty all inclusive, fail-safe strategy. He takes hits for lacking defensive skills, but that normally leads him to hit harder and the other party eventually goes down. And Cytis, for all his bullshit, doesn't go for low blows. Literally. His hold releases immediately and his stomach clenches in pain and what the fuck Chaos and fuck goddamn Chaos. He feels words ghost over his lips, words coming from Rico's mouth and the idea that the God of Chaos's next grand move is to kiss him honestly catches Cytis thoroughly off guard. Who's the real fuckboi? But then the asshole is all kiss no commitment and gone in a blink. His taunts ring in Cytis's ears from behind, and the god only clenches his teeth in a wry smile as he whirls around. "I like to think of myself as an equal opportunist. My love has no boundaries, shit like that." Cytis really just likes a pretty face, one to compliment his own of course. He reaches for the outstretched hand, untangles it from from its fingergunned shape and knits his his fingers through in a more-force-than-necessary handhold. "You'd like if I didn't give up then, huh? I never knew I had a secret admirer, I'm touched." He flips a wisp of his hair over his shoulder. "Though I am gorgeous, I'll give you that."[ooc; iM SORRY FOR HIM I'm sorry he's like this] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 27, 2016 0:01:56 GMT -5
Rico grimaced as Cytis took his hand. He instantly thought to tell him to cut it out with the gay stuff and take a joke. But, he went back on that as soon as the god of light started to speak again. Too much ego... He glared. And, now Rico was bored with him like one would become bored with playing with a little brother who never exactly let him win a little. " Gross." He said pushing his free hand onto Cytis' face as he tried to wrestle the other one free. He groaned and decided instead to teleport, ending up taking Cytis with him because of the hand-holding. First the rafters, then to the left and finally to the back of the shrine. Frustrated now, he decided to swing the god of light around in a circular motion in order to discus toss him away. " Get off of me! I'm not into playing swing with a grown god!" He yelled loudly. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 27, 2016 9:42:46 GMT -5
Cytis is at the peak of maturity when he's pumped with adrenaline and focused on one upping his least favorite god. Which is why when a hand comes to his face, his first response is to wrinkle his nose because ew Chaos germs. His second is to open his mouth and lick Rico's palm because he feels that's a little grosser and he'll take one for the team to get a shot in at him. Then they go on a trip, making Cytis a little dizzy and disoriented but by the third teleportation he's holding on fast. Fuck doing what he knows Chaos would want him to, you know? Rico's voice pierces his ears, and Cytis thinks that he's right here shouting is not necessary, but what comes out is, "I'm not sure what you wanna call this then, Rico!" His other hand comes around to grasp the god's forearm, and while he's not too thrilled with this either he'll do what it takes to go against everything Chaos tells him to. He adds a fake, "Weee," for emphasis. |
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Post by RICO on Jan 28, 2016 14:56:38 GMT -5
Was he enjoying it? Rico groaned, feeling nausea and annoyance over-take him. Alright, that was it. No more fun and games with this phony. Quick decisions, Rico was good at those. He hadn't thought he could win against Cytis in a physical fight. No one could. Everything resulted in a stalemate. But, humiliation was everything when it came from gaining the upper hand. Cytis' hands were busy holding on for dear life. A grip that Rico couldn't shake because of the other god's strength. Rico slowed his rotation and pulled back his free arm. It'd be the first time he'd punched Cytis in a few years. " Ride's over!" He yelled when he landed his fist on top of the white haired god's head. It felt amazingly good. He hoped it suddenly shocked him into letting go. He stayed straight, breathing and dizzy. Well... Now wasn't the exact time to puke. TAGGGED | NOTES yep. more action.
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