Neutral Omens

Uriel pushed himself up from the floor. He hadn't really been hurt in his unfortunate fall, and what little damage had been done he healed immediately. He glared at the laughing beings. "Very nice indeed," he said dryly. "Just wait until I get back at you, you destructive little..."

Then, however, he thought about it again. In the end it was quite funny, now that he thought about it -- if not from his own point of view, then at least from that of the others. He probably would have laughed, too, had he seen Destruction doing the same.

A little giggle burst out. He didn't attempt to stop it.

Surely there were times when he was allowed to have fun, too. Especially as Wednesday was there to look after him.

His mind filled with plans that might have been evil if he hadn't been an angel and thus incapable of such things, he walked towards the others, this time making sure not to step on anything. "So you're the one responsible for all this, eh?"

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Adam gave a sheepish, little, red-covered wave, grinned, and pointed surreptitiously at Destruction.

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Uriel looked at Destruction, shaking his head. "I'm not surprised in the least," he said with a slightly frustrated sigh. However, a smile was all the time tugging at the corners of his lips as he forced laughter to stay inside. "Who else could come up with something as foolish and absolutely senseless? Do you perhaps want to have everybody angry at you? I really doubt that noise you call music played at such a horrible volume is anyone's preferred choice of a wake-up call."

He was vaguely aware that there was still some non-music-called-music playing in the background, but he did not hear it. His ears were rather skilled in not picking up any audio signals he did not care to hear -- oh, all that noise in Heaven, it was a wonder he hadn't shown clear signs of craziness much earlier -- and thus he did not hear it, simple as that.

Even while he spoke, hoping to draw the others' -- or at least Destruction's -- attention on himself, his own attention was elsewhere. To be exact, carefully making a certain object float through the air. It came to stop on top of Destructuion's head -- and then fell down, right on top of his head.

Really. He should know better than to leave water balloons lying around.

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"Oh, have a sense of humour!" Destruction replied. "Where's the angel I jump-tackled in a snowball fight, eh? I bet-" but they never found out what he bet, because at this point the water balloon above his head remembered abou gravity.

"!" he spluttered. "...okay, maybe I deserved that. Oh, where is a pie when you need one?"

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"Moo." which might be the equivalent of 'Here.' as Luna had managed to Summon a pie from goodness-knows-where.

"Moo!"* said Luna, as she flung another pie at Wednesday.

*"Food fight!", for people not fluent in Luna-moo.

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"Ah, excellent." Destruction grinned widely at Uriel, his water-darkened red hair dripping over his face, and casually flung the pie in his direction.

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For a moment Uriel wondered whether he was still saner than Destruction. After all, he had just challenged into a food fight an angel who not only could draw more food from thin air, but also specialized in the use of thrown weapons. After that moment he realized that it did not matter.

Wiping some of the pie from his face, Uriel miracled into being a big, creamy cake. He decided a little taste of chili into it in case the personification decided to lick some of it and threw it back at the other.

He laughed aloud, a wide grin on his still rather pie-y face. There was no doubt he was on the side of manic now -- and he could have care less.

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Destruction (possibly on purpose) fell over backwards upon reciept of PIIIE, conveniently landing next to a bowl of jelly, which he flung.

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In Wednesday's mind, cream pie was right up there with mead in his list of dis-likes. Thinking quickly he remembered Charm Number Five, catching the pie mid-air before it hit him. Unfortunately, he had been so wrapped up in catching the pie, that he didn't notice that a second was coming, which hit him in the chest. That was the last straw. It was his favorite grey silk suit! Roaring in rage, he reached into the pie and took out big globs, hurling them at everything that moved. Destruction, Luna, Adam... none excaped his pie-laden wrath! He accidently hit Uriel, too, but the angel didn't seem too put out, merely chuckling a little at his brother's sudden snap and handed him another pie.

"Thanks, brother," said Wednesday as he flung more pie guts around the room.

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Uriel merely chuckled as Wednesday accidentally hit him with some pie. Well, his brother certainly seemed as eager to participate in this fight as he was. With some pie still on his face -- and some jelly on his robes; he had managed to avoid being hit with the bowl Destruction had thrown but it had shattered on the floor, spreading the jelly all around -- he merely handed the old god another pie.

"Anytime, Wednesday," he replied calmly, noticing that half-melted ice cream cones made for great throwing weapons and practicing his skills with this new weapon on Destruction and whoever else happened to be nearby. "Isn't that what brothers are for? Helping you spread chaos -- and pie -- all around?"

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"Hear hear to that!" Destruction boomed cheerfully, licking cream off his face. "Also, jelly." He added, wiping some off Adam and squishing it into Wednesday's hair.

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Luna shrieked in terrified enjoyment as she tried to avoid the various foodstuffs being thrown around the room. Summoning what seemed to be a bowl of mashed potatoes, presumably from the kitchen, she flung them willy-nilly, and danced back to avoid the jelly bowl. Unfortunately, she got hit by a well-aimed scoop of ice-cream, and the resulting cold almost caused her to leap ten feet in the air. Quickly Summoning up some mushed peas, she flung it in the direction of the ice-cream, before sliding to the ground behind a table, exhausted.

Licking the glob of ice-cream absently from her face, she said, "Mmm. This chocolate's not bad." Then the implcation of what she said hit her. Standing up, she yelled, "I can speak again!", only to be hit in the face by cake.

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Wednesday scraped the jelly out of his hair and beard. Damn- that would take forever to get out! Well, all the more reason for payback. Pies weren't really his style, though, so in the end he runed into existance a pair of Herring. What does an old god do with a pair of herring in a situation like this? I hear you ask. Well, have you ever seen the Monty Python sketch 'the fish slapping dance?' Well, they stole it from the Vikings. Thats right. Vikings used to hit eachother with fish...

Swinging the blubbery herrings this way and that, Wednesday managed to smack jsut about everyone and everything in the bar. Not hard, but enough to remind everyone that they had, indeed, been smacked by herrings.

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Wednesday gave Uriel a smile. Indeed, what were brothers for if not for occasional mischief and good times? Materializing another herring, he threw it to Uriel. "See what you can do with that, angel," then, weilding one herrible like a sword, Wednesday yelled 'Touche!" and attempted to poke Uriel with his fish, only to be blocked by a sneaky thrust from Uriel.

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Uriel grinned as he was handed a herring. He might have been better with throwing things, but he certainly wasn't absolutely incompetent in the art of swordfight, either. In fact, he was quite good in it, and even if his weapon was now a fish rather than a true sword, he did manage to block Wednesday's attack.

"Getting slow at our old age, hm?" he asked, completely ignoring the fact that he was, in fact, older than his brother. After all, he had been there before there was actual time.

He was an angel, and rather pure even for one of his kind. Therefore, he usually fought fairly. However, this wasn't just a usual fight, and he had learnt quite a lot of tricks from all the demons he had fought with. And now he was going to use a couple of them.

A bucket of ice cold water was suddenly emptied on Wednesday's head. Cold water hardly was a new experience to the Norse god, but at least it distracted him for a moment. And, during that moment, Uriel attacked with his herring.

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Wednesday let out an enraged bellow as the contents of the bucket emptied out over his head, momentarily stunned by the shock the cold water had on his system. With a shake of his head, water went flying in all directions, half-soaking the rest of the people in the room.

Suddenly, he felt the cold slap of fish against his side. Oh, that did it. The angel was going to get it now. Giving a berserker cry, Wednesday charge Uriel, herrings in hand, getting in one good smack before the angel managed to un-herring his right hand. Pulling himself up, he perried his remaining herring like a foil, ready to do battle with his brother.

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Uriel laughed, a vaguely insane-ish laugh that would have never passed his lips under usual circumstances. However, the circumstances were anything but usual at the moment. There perhaps was no more jelly-covered Antichrist in the room, but any moment he spent herring-fighting with his brother could not be considered ordinary. No that he minded it, of course.

After a moment of herring-fighting while receiving about as much blows as he handed out -- after all, they were both warriors, and fairly good, too -- he decided that the battle was too small-scale. Therefore, he miracled a couple of herrings more, tossing them at Destruction and the little witch. "Come on, join tha battle!" he exclaimed happily.

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Destruction grinned and caught the fish. "But you two are so fun to watch!" He said, striking a fencing pose. "On guard!"

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Luna raised her eyebrows as Odin started smacking around with herring and let out a small yelp of surprise as one of the herrings hit her. "Ack! Fish attack!" she yelled, grinning.

Watching with amusement as Uriel and Odin practiced their fish-manship on one another, she was surprised again as Uriel conjured up a couple more herrings out of thin air, and threw one at her. Luna tried to catch it, but unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), it slipped out of her hands. It slithered along the floor like a live thing, ending up under a table. Luna was never very good with seafood. Grasping the herring by the tail, she made her way back to the other three, flapping the herring ineffectually as she tried to imitate the duo's, or rather, trio's, ~~sword~~fish-fighting moves.

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Wednesday weilded the herring with abandon. This manor was enough to make a war-god go mad! Even though no one would die from this battle, he was enjoying himself, allowing his true warrior spirit to flame. He was also very impressed with his blood-brother's skill at handling himself in battle.

"Your not nearly the pansy I pegged you for, angel!" Wednesday bellowed (but in good humor), neatly blocking Destruction's jab and nearly de-fishing the little witch.

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"OH REALLY!!" Destruction cried conjuring another fish out of thin air and smacking it into the back of Uriel's head. "How about I peg YOU?!" He turned the fish which had been parriewd into a peg and aimed for Wednesday's nose.

[ooc: O RLY? ...sorry.]

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Wednesday say the mad gleam in Destruction's eyes and his own grey eye flamed with the same light. Ducking Desturction's onslaught, the peg did not wedge itself up his nose, but rather bonked his forehead. "I know an old Russian god that would show you how to really place a peg." For a moment, Wednesday considered changing his fish into a large, Mjollnir-esque hammer and really showing Destruction and thing or two about wooden pegs, but the memory of Mjollnir's owner sobered him. Stepping back from the battle for a minute, he took a long draught from the beer that contained his eye. "This reminds me of the Great Herring War," he said, trying to distract the others just as much as himself. "You never did see so many flying herring as those battles."

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"Ah, I remember." Destruction nodded. "I popped in for a bit when that meeting hall collapsed under the weight of all the fish on its roof. Place stunk to high heaven."

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