Disclaimer: "My" Ares is based on how Kevin Smith played him in the Xena and Hercules series.
Dedication: To Kevin Smith - You will be missed
Pictures that go with this story can be find at http://www.mehlaa.50megs.com/ares/minitempeleng.htm
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~*~ Joke??? ~*~
"I should have made a Norwegian god!!!" I mumble. "I wouldn't have this problem then!" I am not sure if I am meaning what I am saying... but after starting over 3 times with the right arm it is getting on my nerves. Why did I have to chose a god who wears clothes without sleeves and open vests. I sigh.
"You don't mean that." I hear Ares say. "I do mean it... I should have chosen Thor or Balder. Tons of clothes... no visible muscles... Much easier." Ares appears and he is not smiling. His 7-days-bad-weather-face startles me.
"You don't mean that!!!" Ares repeats, his eyes are shooting fire "No," I try to smile sweetly and not to let the fear sound trough in my voice. "I didn't mean a word of it, of course." I look Ares straight in the eye and give him my sweetest, most innocent smile. "Joke???" I try carefully. "Hmmm... not funny!!!" Ares says, he disappears.
I sigh in relieve, I try to mold the arm in my hand some more. "And I also forgot the mold for the hands at my moms place." I growl at myself. Thank the Gods there is an other day tomorrow. I put the 1:12 Ares back in his plastic container and put it away. "So... I am not in the mood for any grumpy gods now."
"I did hear that." Ares' voice sounds in my head. I shake my head, put the Buffy Musical in video machine and drop on the couch and tell myself again: "Tomorrow is an other day!"
Dedication: To Kevin Smith - You will be missed
Pictures that go with this story can be find at http://www.mehlaa.50megs.com/ares/minitempeleng.htm
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~*~ Joke??? ~*~
"I should have made a Norwegian god!!!" I mumble. "I wouldn't have this problem then!" I am not sure if I am meaning what I am saying... but after starting over 3 times with the right arm it is getting on my nerves. Why did I have to chose a god who wears clothes without sleeves and open vests. I sigh.
"You don't mean that." I hear Ares say. "I do mean it... I should have chosen Thor or Balder. Tons of clothes... no visible muscles... Much easier." Ares appears and he is not smiling. His 7-days-bad-weather-face startles me.
"You don't mean that!!!" Ares repeats, his eyes are shooting fire "No," I try to smile sweetly and not to let the fear sound trough in my voice. "I didn't mean a word of it, of course." I look Ares straight in the eye and give him my sweetest, most innocent smile. "Joke???" I try carefully. "Hmmm... not funny!!!" Ares says, he disappears.
I sigh in relieve, I try to mold the arm in my hand some more. "And I also forgot the mold for the hands at my moms place." I growl at myself. Thank the Gods there is an other day tomorrow. I put the 1:12 Ares back in his plastic container and put it away. "So... I am not in the mood for any grumpy gods now."
"I did hear that." Ares' voice sounds in my head. I shake my head, put the Buffy Musical in video machine and drop on the couch and tell myself again: "Tomorrow is an other day!"