From a Past Life to This[open/hoss]

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[glow=red,2,300]Diablo[/glow]

Regular, "Words", Thoughts


But of course he Bristile wouldn't take all that time just to track down Kallie. Still...the time god had his ways and Diablo would rather be safe than sorry. He remembered that the last time Kallie'd been called on - he was involved then, too - she had threatened everyone present that if she had to be summoned again, she'd make them drink a love potion and pick somone by random to make them fall in love with. Kallie could be evil when she put her mind to it. Diablo shuddered at this thought.

"Come now Diablo," Bristile said fairly. "Though forest fires bring new life, they take life as well. Mortals live in fear of your power, as they rightfully should, but I am afraid you cannot claim having no deaths upon your hands, even though it is a natural cause."

He thought about the brute's words. As usual, they rang true and he understood what he ment in an instant. He was right. Fire often took many lives of creatures that were not plants. He sighed. "I'm afraid you are right, Bristile." he said with a small smile. Curiously, Xena had grown quiet behind Bristile. What was up with her? For a moment, he debated on wether or not to ask her if everything was alright, then decided against it. Knowing her, she would just snap at him again. Her anger was slightly amusing, but he wasn't about to let himself be put on her black list. She would kill him for sure.

Words: 328
Muse: Crappy >< (sorry for such a bad post!)
Other: Eh...I needed to get SOMETHING in, so here it is.

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OOC: Be warned. Xena is VERY pissed.
Xena

Her ears pinned back immediately following Diablo's words. Her blood boiled in her veins, her heart pounded in her chest like never before. How she wished she could have that idiot's head on a silver platter. His life was more worthless than even one of the thousands that she had taken. Her pity, her fear forgotten-not even taking a moment to realize that the regret had been lifted off her shoulder, she side stepped around Bristile, glaring at the foul beast that called himself the god of fire.
"What two timing little whore are you? His word is gold and mine are road apples?! Who the hell are you to fight with me and agree with him?! You should die in a shallow, watery grave eaten by the kraken!"

Her voice echoed, resounding over the water in waves. With the regret removed, the beast lurking below stirred; awoken by her hungry rage. Poor Xena wanted blood. She wanted the idiot to die for his sins, she wanted him to see the lives he had taken, to revel in his own remorse.
"You're a heartless piece of lard; and only in your meaningless death will you ever realize it you stupid coward. Why won't you stand against Bristile as you stood against me? Oh no, of course not. Because I'm a bloody female, I can't stand against you at all. Let's test that theory, shall we, princess?"
She glared at him; as if Bristile wasn't even there. She stared right past Bristile, not realizing he was there, so consumed by her rage that an insolent fool of fire would doubt her abilities, would laugh at her, would second guess her. How dare he, this speck of light that did nothing in the way of emotion? His worthless fire could go rot in a hole; it did not good to any of them except cause trouble. Fire did not bring life. Fire brought death. Horses could not manipulate fire; only those worthless beasts of two legs could. And they didn't deserve to live either. And, they didn't anymore. Not in this time frame; not in this wake of life.

It took her a moment of searing rage, the regret of the many she had killed dying in vain for this cocky fool to prance around and strut his stuff, not caring about the many ants he trampled on or the grass that screamed when he bent it. No. Xena felt all of that. All the pain she had caused-the grass, the ants, the flies that pestered her. Every. living. thing. that she had ever remotely harmed, the pain came back on her ten fold. It was the curse of the goddess. And this idiot was too heartless to even listen to her, to even listen to her pleas of help...

But wait. This mount Everest that sat on her back was her own-it was not coupled with Bristile. It was her own determined insanity that drove her; what had happened to the weight of Bristile's? He had lived far longer than Xena could imagine-far far longer than the teenager that stood before them-that regret could not disappear. Her flaming gaze did not leave the so-called god of fire as she processed the information. It told her everything and nothing. Somehow, Bristile had tweaked time to take it back-using her very own power against her. Neither of them seemed to care; Bristile was too wrapped up in teaching the teenager how to control his powers to even notice Xena's torment. To even care. Why did horses like Diablo have to exist, to ruin nearly perfect moments?
No. She wouldn't have it any more. She was sick of imbeciles. Sick of the higher ups thinking they were to good for emotion. No. This one, she would handle on her own. If Bristile wanted to meddle, then she'd kick him too.
"That's right, you insufferable fool, I just challenged you to a physical fight. Without using our powers. And if you do, you're fish food-because then you're a cheating bastard."
Her voice seeped from her lips like blood from a fresh vampire bite. Poison.
"You better run, honey. Because by the looks of you're pretty face, you don't know the first thing about combat."
Now it was sugary sweet, mocking him. Mocking his existence, mocking his command. Let him take it as he wanted it, but she would not stand for being mocked only for Bristile to come in and save the day. Yes, Xena had snapped in that moment. Back, momentarily, to her old ways of torture. Only this time was different-this time the victim was herself; this time there was no victim for he truly deserved it. The other innocents hadn't, and he was too self-absorbed to even remotely give a shit about them. That's what the god of regret was there for. And by god, she would make him regret the very day his dear old dad gave him the god title. Because Diablo did not know how to use it.

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Bristile

Bristile had remained calm through the entire time, chastising them both gently, lightly, and slightly threatening. He had tried to be reasonable with them, but his efforts had been in vain? He understood both their reasons for their behavior, but that didn't make it better. Though he may not even realize it, Diablo was egging Xena on, practically taunting her by being calm, and slightly amused by the goddess. He must have been very good at hiding his emotions, because Bristile didn't think he could stand against an attack so easily. That is, if he wasn't prepared. He could almost see Xena contemplating what Bristile had done. She definitely noticed that he had taken off his mountain of regret, though it may have seemed like he didn't notice or care. Of course, this was not true. He was used to the weight on his back, used to the pain, it was always with him and it would never leave.

Xena's anger, though provoked, was still unnecessary. Both horses were behaving immaturely, and were handling the situation very poorly. Bristile stood calmly, allowing Xena to act as though he wasn't there. Though originally, Bristile hadn't minded Diablo's bantering, he now decided that the colt needed a reminder as to how young he was. It was when Xena challenged Diablo to a fight that he finally snapped. He had a feeling that Diablo would be the one to agree, and that they actually would fight. Both sides of the fight were justifiable, though Bristile felt more for Xena, as he knew her pain, and how she was feeling. Diablo hadn't wanted to start a fight in the first place, Bristile knew that. However, both gods shared something: They were extremely young. Compared to time, compared to the long weary march, they were infants! Nay, less than that!

He hadn't meant to lose his temper. In fact, he rarely ever lost his temper, but for some reason, these two fighting really drove him over the edge. Neither had really headed his words, though Diablo had said he was right, he was still staring, amused at Xena! They both held an amount of respect for Bristile, but they needed to understand WHY Bristile was respected. Why people feared him, why he was so powerful. Once their most recent exchange was done, and there was a brief silence, Bristile decided to take action. He had tried being nice, and it had failed. Now it was his turn to play it dirty, and oh, he had some tricks up his sleeve.

He didn't bother speaking aloud, as neither would listen to him, they might just keep on yelling at each other. So, Bristile was just an old man was he? An old man who could be bantered, made fun of, laughed at, and ignored? What the hell did he know anyways? His lip curled, and a deep, thundering growl emitted from his throat. It literally shook the ground, and as he did, he concentrated hard, and his low voice, though it did not pierce the air, rumbled painfully in the two horse's minds. Yes, in over a thousand years, Bristile had learned how to use telepathy.

ENOUGH! He rumbled angrily. I've had about enough of you two! Do my words mean nothing? I try to speak reason to you, but I find my words ignored. I am not an old man to laugh at and ignore and scream around as though I don't exist! I am not a man to be insulted, nor laughed at! I am the Lord of Time and you WILL listen to me or so help me you will PAY FOR IT! His voice rose to a snarl, and he allowed those words to sink in for a moment before he went on. His head whipped around to look at Diablo, eyes narrowed. Deciding he had their attention, he spoke to him, his voice low and harsh.

"You may think you're smart and sassy, but listen here BOY. Be careful who you insult, because some gods won't take insults, playful or not so kindly. You think I am very kind, but I tell you, I have killed more than you're tiny little mind could POSSIBLY comprehend. I have dropped armies, slaughtered entire herds, generations dissolve under my stare, you have no IDEA of the power you are messing with!" He felt a twinge of regret (how ironic) for his words, because they were extremely harsh. He did not wish to make enemies with the young god, but his point had to be clear. Towards the end of his sentence, the last bit had been more for both of them. He now turned to Xena.

"I know you are angry," he began. "But you have a huge amount of responsibility on your shoulders now, and I will not allow you to make pointless challenges. Maybe you're right, he may be heartless, but you have got to learn to control yourself. It does no good to thirst for the blood of another God, as you cannot kill, or wound a God so easily his voice was low, and still at a growl, but he had already vented most of his angry shouting on Diablo. He felt somewhat sorry for the young horse. Now, he had words to say to both of them, but only for him. Thus, Bristile implied the second part of his trick; telepathy meant only for the ears of one.

Diablo, you are powerful, and you are young, and I am sorry to attack you so cruelly, but you must understand the circumstances Xena comes from. Trust me, you have earned my respect, and I do not wish to make an enemy of you. Please understand where I am coming from, as though you may not realize it, but your lack of reaction is egging her on, and it would be unwise to continue doing so.

He then focused his thoughts to Xena's mind, trying to be gentle to the fuming mare. Xena, he is not as heartless as he may seem. Yes, he tends to be slightly reaction-less, but he is still young, and for some reason, these things don't always affect young ones so much. Do not challenge him, it does not good. I know you are angry, but try to calm the fire, you are young and powerful, and have yet to learn of the true wonders of being a goddess. It is not all pain and regret.

He then took a step back, eying the two horses. He was still angry, but he had vented most of his fury now, and was reasonably calmer. However, he wasn't done yet. He still had his threat. "Now," he said. "If apologies are not said on both sides, and if this fight does not stop right here, right now, then so help me I will use my power against you. A month will drag by, and you will experience mortal aging. I will let your years, your wounds your thoughts, all you have experienced be shown by time. You will be sent to wander the mortal earth for a month, old and weak but undying, your years crippling you, the laughing stock of all the gods. Have I made myself clear?"

Finally, the last of his anger subsided, and he stood there, watching the two horses, waiting for their reaction. He didn't tell them that he needed the consent of the Lord of Death, and Goddesses of Love and War to do this, but the two gods didn't know that. Soon, however, they would be old enough to be outside such punishments, as after a certain amount of time, a minor god becomes a major, and they could fight all they wanted. But for now, Bristile took parenting privileges.

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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!! Here's a post.....I hope that this doesn't make anyone unhappy, but Bristile just SNAPPED. I hope you don't mind that he sort of claims authority over them....if you do I can change it, I don't want to act like Bristile is the king of the Gods or anything.....but they both ARE pretty young gods.

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[glow=red,2,300]Diablo[/glow]

Regular, "Words", Thoughts


At first, Xena's words made him flinch in guilt. She was right. He had taken Bristle's words to heart right right away without even putting up a fight. But that was only because--

Rage.

It filled his mind and clouded his eyes. Who was she calling a coward? Who was she to challenge him? The God of fire? Of anger? After standing so calmly and holding back his anger, after trying not to become angry, Diablo's fury suddenly swelled and flooded over. Fire sparked about his body and his usual coal-black eyes bled crimson, the tell-tale sign that he would soon end up out of control.

This was the anger that he didn't want to let out. The uncontrollable rage that filled his eyes and blinded him with the color of bloodlust. It grabbed ahold of him and dragged him down, burying his consciousness in a pit of fire, heat and madness. His horn glinted as he stomped his hooves, sparks flying up with each strike. In the back of his mind, he could still hear Xena speaking, saying that he didn't know anything about combat. She was wrong. Oh so wrong and he wished she wasn't as he struggled to paw his way out of the flames that consumed him.

Once the black was gone from his eyes...

ENOUGH!!

The rumble of Bristle's words seemed to jolt some sense into the young fire God and he shook his head madly, taking a step or two back from both him and Xena. He needed to put some distance between himself and them; calm himself down.

Still, the rage was not completely gone yet. "It was she who set a challenge!!" he roared, fading red eyes burning like coals. He itched to rant and yell and shout, but his rage was disappearing, coming back under his control. No. He did not wish to fight Xena. He'd never wanted to in the first place. Shaking his head once more, Diablo snorted, a plume of fire erupting from his nostrils before he inhaled deeply and his red eyes faded to their normal black.

Bristle wanted them to apologize to each other. He balked at the thought, but then settled himself to say this; his voice quiet. "Perhaps I did not agree with your words at first Xena, because I had to be reprimanded more than once to fully realize what what was said." he did not meet her eyes, nor Bristles, and stood stiffly, a stubborn look hidden in his gaze. However, his words were sincere. He was sorry. Truly. He hadn't wanted to argue or fight. Not at all. Maybe he should do a little more listening, but for him to show more emotion...

That was going to be a challange.

Words: 584^^
Muse: Eh...better
Other: Urgh, I still haven't totally gotten Diablo's peronality down >< I have a lot of work to do with him.

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Xena

Bristile was right. This piss-ant wasn't worth another moment of her time. She turned and looked to the older gentleman; looking into his soul as he spoke to her through her own mind. It hadn't been the first time someone had quite invaded her mind like this; the gods had fun playing tricks on her when she was merely a mortal. She knew how to protect herself, to protect the parts of her that she did not want him viewing. The memories of Borias. The memories of Solan. Those fleeting happy moments that were so overwhelmed by everything else that they were pale in comparison; but knowing the time lords power...if he found her weakness, if he found that soft spot for the late male and her son, he could use it against her...He could take even those moments away from her, and leave her as empty a shell as the infidel she had just challenged. She dropped her gaze away from him, ashamed; regretful that she had let the worthless brute get under her skin.

And for a fleeting moment after he opened his big stupid mouth, the regret vanished. The images of painting herself with his blood popped back into her mind and made her smile that same wretched smile that she had when she led the armies on the attack. A slip back into her former glory; back into the adoration and fear she had established in the world of mortals' minds at the mere mention of her name. But this...boy...as Brisitle had referred to him as, knew nothing of it. He was too good for the mortal walk of life; he was too beyond help for her to care. His words filled her soul with so much remorse, so much regret for having lashed out at him...She just felt pity for him. He was a shell, and nothing more.
"If my word is not good enough for you, mindless drone, then you should go throw yourself off a cliff, because believe me, sonny, life doesn't get better."
The words came without thought, without reason. They just slipped from her mouth at his words. He never thought before he spoke, and why should she? Stomping her hoof, the bay fae turned back to Brisitle, seeing him as the only sane one in this little trio. Seeing him for what he was, and knowing the burden that he carried.
"No; it shouldn't be my responsibility to teach a runt his place. I'm not the war god, I'm not the time god, I am the goddess of regret. And what I can do is make this hound dog regret the day his parents ever even thought of having him; since he apparently has no respect for the emotion. But, perhaps aging me would do me some good-idiots like him would show me some respect. The price you lay on us both would not affect him in the least because he has no emotions except stupidity and untethered rage because he knows of no stone to hold him back like you and I. You saw the fire in his eyes when I challenged him. If he could, he would gladly and without a second thought have killed me. He did not apologize; and I will never apologize to someone that disrespects what I have been through and who openly thinks that he is such hot shit when he has been through nothing in his meaningless, pitiful life."
She paused in her words, sending a glare at him. Her next words were directed at him.
"The only word of sorry I can give you, is I'm sorry I did not wage war against you when I was mortal and Eve was alive; when I could have killed you with my bare hands. You are the type of god that mortals hate; you are the kind that give all the other gods a bad name. Learn some respect and learn your place, and learn emotions-or one of these days it will be the end of you because you will accidentally undo any inkling of respect that the other gods have for you by attacking the wrong person."

And with those words, Xena said no more. Instead she turned and vanished-galloping away to release her steam, to shake off the growing sense of regret she now had for making a horrible impression on any of the gods...though, in her mind, Diablo was no more a god. He was less than that-he was the destroyer that took her Gabrielle away from her, he was Hope for killing Solan. Yes; she had a new name for her past hatreds; and he was named Diablo.

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((There's not much point in me doing a long post, since half my post gets ignored by someone anyway...exit Xena.))