What the hell, there're some damned kids and other pathetic idiots. Get the hell out of here. Stay out of my way or I'll have to cut you down, keep the hell off of my path.

Ares' Box is no place for some damned kids and some damned weak fools.

[Loud Roaring In the Background. The sound of crunching plastic and metal occurs, another roar and silence.]

Arestscinge! WHATIENCUCK!?

 [Intermittent crackling]

A-- [Static] -- res, don' -- [Crackle, cuts out for a moment]

[A scream cuts through the static, loud and almost feral, the sound of something thudding near the source of the transmission. Then, Ares' voice:]

You're such a fucking wimp.

[The rattle of chains, more arguing made intelligible by static, followed by the distinct sound of flesh on flesh. Apollo's voice, pain leaching into the single word:]

No.

... You hit me. You hit ME with a fucking arm.

Why are you so surprised? What did you expect me to do with it?! YOU RIPPED IT OFF. 

Wah, wah, wah. You don't hit me. And why the fuck isn't my leg healed?

Because my arm is gone, genius. 

It's right fucking there.  I see it. Look.

It's not attached anymore, is it? 

Cry about it, I'm sure that'll fix it. Wuss.

[Another thud] That... helped.

...I'm taking the leg. 

N-no you're no-- 

[End transmission.]

I warned you. I don't fucking die, and I don't lose. A warning to all of you who even think of threatening anything of mine.

My my, what an unexpected situation. To think that gods could be so mortal.
As much as it pains me to say it, yet another one of our resident gods has wound up dead. And by saying that, I am referring to sir Ares. Although he is not the only one; in the skirmish, it appears that young  Reisen-chan was also killed. If only she had not gotten in his way, she might still be alive.

When I say his, I am referring to one Jack Frost. Apparently he had a grudge against Ares for killing one of his friends, and decided to dispose of the man himself.

To all those who were friends of the two of them, my deepest apologies for the grief you must be experiencing.

He's dead. Kvasir is dead.

I could have helped. I could have done so much, but I failed....

...

Richard. You don't believe our vague threats, hm? It's about time I carried one out--in detail. Murder will no longer bring you joy. The suffering of others will fill you with remorse, with guilt, with things you've probably never felt....and I only pray that it drives you mad. If that's not enough, I have no doubts that Tartarus will welcome you with open arms...

Ares....perhaps you've noticed something gone already. Perhaps....

[Locked to Bruce]

I had no better place to put the pups on such short notice, Bruce. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a head's up or...well, ask, really, but....please understand. Say nothing to anyone else and no harm will befall you. I'll retrieve them as soon as I can, and I will pay you back, I promise.

[/locked]

I....I think I'm going to go curl up with a bottle and cry now....

Despoina is pink?! Little fucking bastard. Anyone feel like going hunting? First one to bring me Kvasir's body gets a reward.  

[ooc: Kvasir seems to have turned one of Ares' hunting dogs pink. Clearly not a good move.]

Oh, but he does look very fetching in white. ( Ares, do you believe in love? )

Who the fuck is after my job? Speak up now and I'll only flay you with a dull rock kill you mercifully. I don't take kindly to trespassing. Something you should keep in mind, Hermes.

This is where my family has retreated to? I suppose it's a useful way to speak to them without actually having to be near them. I'd rather they stay out of Africa all together, I'm having quite a bit of fun on my continent.

Too many lions though. My collection of lion skin rugs has increased greatly. I should send some to Dionysus, blondie was always fond of the cats. They shouldn't be trespassing on my continent, really. I much prefer the Wild Dogs. Hm, I think Uganda needs another uprising, don't you? I do so love volatile Africa.