Neutral Omens

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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Wednesday nodded along with Destruction. "Did it ever. Holy Ghost in a tree, it took years before I could even look at a herring again without being sick."

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"Oh yes?" Destruction grinned. "How about... eating one!" He cried suddenly, lunging for Odin's mouth with the fish in his hand.

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Wednesday smacked the mackeral out of Destructions hands just in time to avoid eating a very different type of sushi.

"You first," he bellowed, attempting the same move on Destruction, only to have Destruction duck out of the way. Wednesday stepped on a roller skate and went rolling across the room and out through the bar door.

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"Bwaha!" Destruction giggled. "I knew I left those there for a reason. Now, for you -" he turned to Uriel, grabbing the fish from the ground. "Have at thee!"

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Uriel had watched the battle between Destruction and his brother with great amusement. However, when Wednesday rolled out of sight, it was apparently his turn to join the battle properly again.

"You'll pay for that!" he bellowed, attacking Destruction fiercely with his fish. "Only I am allowed to do such a thing to my brother!"

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"Don't worry, mate," Destruction said with a grin, "We've been thwacking each other with marine life for centuries!"

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"Oh dear." said Luna, in a manner only surprised Lunas can express, as she watched the old one-eyed man roll out the door. Cocking her head to the side as she inspected the scene of carnage in front of her, she decided that there was probably no hope of her getting any food out of the restaurant's kitchen today, promptly roasted the herring in her hand, and ate it.

"Thiff iff quite good," swallow "you know." said Luna.

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"Perhaps," Uriel replied, "but now I am around!" And, to punctuate his point, he miracled into being a couple of fish more. Or a couple of hundreds, rather. Right above Destruction's head.

Not that they stayed above him for too long.

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"Oh, you-" Destruction spluttered. "Well, fine. There's nothing wrong with three-way fish-splattering!" And with that he began picking the little fish off his clothing, one by one, and flinging them at Uriel much like one does a pea with a spoon.

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With a wave of her wand, Luna turned all the herring aimed in her direction into kippers, which immediately lost their momentum and fell to the floor. Soon, a large pile of fish blocked Luna from sight. Picking up a kipper, Luna continued her breakfast. There were still a few herrings flopping about near her though, and picking one up, she deftly heaved it in Uriel's direction. Yet another was aimed directly at Destruction, and Luna's aim was usually true.

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Uriel instinctively brought his wings to shield himself. So it was throwing things now, eh? Well, in that he was an expert. Sure, he could hardly claim to be able to cause as much general chaos as Destruction, but really, little fish weren't that that different from daggers. They only caused less actual harm to anyone.

Therefore, he answered Destruction's rain of fish with one of his own, enjoying every second of it.

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Then quitely, with not so much as a snicker, Luna snuck away from behind the mound of fish, and made it past the restaurant doors without either of the two man-shaped beings spotting her.

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Uriel noticed that Destruction and he were pretty much the only ones left. And, although he was indeed having fun, it wasn't even nearly as fun with only the two of them. Time for his to make his leave.

Miracling a rain of little fish to distract Destruction for a while, he left the lobby with one last snicker.

He didn't remember to tuck his wings back in on his way to his room.

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