War nodded. "I know how you feel. Sitting stuck on your own isn't always fun - especially if it's because someone's dragging their heels over opening fire."
"I never read runes either. To be honest, I only ever learnt what I needed to to "edit" documents to provoke conflicts and things. I remember him with his rune magic, though. Never understood it myself - battle cries always seemed to work well enough to me. So, y'know, I'd offer, but.." she shrugged.
"The Middle East? Same old, really. They hardly need me there any more, really, I just keep an eye on things every now and then. I got a bit worried towards the start of the year, though - they were banying around all sorts of peace talks and handing territory back and forth - like that would sort anything." She grinned. "That all changed back in May, though - on the 52nd anniversary of the nakba, "day of the catastrophe" in Arabic, when they founded Isreal, the West Bank absolutely exploded. The security forces were shooting each other, and they killed some, and wounded more." Her eyes lit up as she continued, "They tried sorting it all out, the Americans interfering again, but those Camp David talks broke down. Nothing to do with the red headed waitress, of course..."
She trailed off, lsot in the memories. "Ever since, there's been fighting all over the West Bank. Bombs, and helicopters - they killed ten, just two days ago. And a few days before that, they showed men with their bloodstained hands on pictures all over the world. Reminded me of the old days..."
Her voice had grown harsh, and her eyes were redder and dancing wildly as she told the god of the things she could sense without even having to look.
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Date: 2007-01-29 03:13 pm (UTC)"I never read runes either. To be honest, I only ever learnt what I needed to to "edit" documents to provoke conflicts and things. I remember him with his rune magic, though. Never understood it myself - battle cries always seemed to work well enough to me. So, y'know, I'd offer, but.." she shrugged.
"The Middle East? Same old, really. They hardly need me there any more, really, I just keep an eye on things every now and then. I got a bit worried towards the start of the year, though - they were banying around all sorts of peace talks and handing territory back and forth - like that would sort anything." She grinned. "That all changed back in May, though - on the 52nd anniversary of the nakba, "day of the catastrophe" in Arabic, when they founded Isreal, the West Bank absolutely exploded. The security forces were shooting each other, and they killed some, and wounded more." Her eyes lit up as she continued, "They tried sorting it all out, the Americans interfering again, but those Camp David talks broke down. Nothing to do with the red headed waitress, of course..."
She trailed off, lsot in the memories. "Ever since, there's been fighting all over the West Bank. Bombs, and helicopters - they killed ten, just two days ago. And a few days before that, they showed men with their bloodstained hands on pictures all over the world. Reminded me of the old days..."
Her voice had grown harsh, and her eyes were redder and dancing wildly as she told the god of the things she could sense without even having to look.