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"You are so very very obvious," she says from the door, and huffs a little sigh.

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War turned to view the newcomer. "Mee-ow, dearie. Well, it looks like this house does have a mascot after all." She smiled, long and slow. "Are you here for the housewarming, or did you just come to bitch at me to make me feel good?"

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"Oh honestly, don't you recognize me? It's me, War. Chaos. I know this particular body isn't one of my favorites, but that little bastard of a brother has lifted my powers for the duration." She puts her hands on her hips, one shot out to the side.

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War did something she rarely did. She giggled. "Of course it's you, Eris. Don't I get to have a little fun while I'm here?" She grinned. "I was about to offer you a drink, too, but I'm not too sure. Oh, hell, why not? What'll you have?"

"And he took your powers?!? I didn't know the bugger could do that." She looked around. "Is he here too, then? 'Cause I mean, hey, isn't one personification of war enough?"

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"Anything hallucinogenic. Or rum. That works too." She sniffed and waggled her fingers. "Not nice to play that way, precious. I'm having just an awful time of it as it is. At least there are a few darlings here who are interesting."

She preens a bit as she steps into the room. "Mmm, not right here, but at Hogwarts, yes he is. Little brat. I suppose if you're king of the gods, you can do whatever you like."

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War ruffled in her saddlebags, and brought out a bottle of absinthe, and a bottle of Captain Morgan's. She liked to be stocked, as well as stacked. "Well, a girl's got to have some fun," she said, holding out the two bottles to Eris. "No glasses, as of yet. So help yourself." She winked. "So, what's been going on to make things awful, dearie? Isn't it any fun being here?"

"And that's just as well he's not right here. I want to get my feet under me - and I honestly don't want to lose my powers just because I trip up somewhere. I've already got a fight scheduled with some horndog pirate later, out by the lake."

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"Oh, well, everyone's an awful bore. I mean, I'm taking revenge on a mortal now and she just seems... bah. She hasn't even had a temper tantrum yet." She takes the bottle of absinthe and uncorks it with her fingers.

"Oooh, is it Jack?" Hee, horndog pirates.

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"Nah," she said, opening the rum. "Some dude with a metal nose. Franky something. I suppose I'll send him one of those owls later."

She took a deep swig of the bottle. "Which mortal you tormenting?" she asked Eris with a smile. War wanted part of whatever fun she could find, since she was stuck here a while.

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"It's a secret," she says, with a smirk. "Although Azzie and La Fee know, so I suppose I could share. It's Lily Potter. She's a professor here, you know, and she told me she didn't fear my wrath. Tsk."

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War laughed. Every mortal eventually feared Eris' wrath. She was the goddess of discord and chaos, after all. "La Fee is here? Great! Except she'll want to do everything in green. Red is what it has to be, though." She cast a look around the common room. "It's my color."

"So," she said, waving Eris to a chair and flopping down in another across from it, "any suggestions?"

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"Ugh, color. Can't we make it all out of metal and call it a day?" She waved a hand, vaguely.

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"Darling, you KNOW how much I like red." War thought a moment. "Although metal would be nice... lots of sharp edges and things. Maybe some armor too? That would complement the weaponry."

She frowned. "Speaking of which - everyone's bringing liquor instead of weapons. Not that I'm one to complain," which, of course she was, she was conflict embodied, "I want some damn weapons!"

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"Why? It's not like they do any good here, really. Everyone's as immortal as we are, darling."

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"We can't kill, I know that. But can't we maim?" War was incredulous.

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"You should see the infirmary they have." She looked positively sulky. "I've hardly managed to make a dent so far, even in the most egocentric of them."

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"Does that mean we can't hurt people, or just that they tend to fix it fast?"

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"Oh, the latter. But what's the fun if there's not long term consequences?"

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War grinned. "Sounds like a challenge, to me," she answered wryly. "Wanna see how much we can do, and how fast? I haven't had a good berserker in quite a while."

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*Albel wanders in (after finally getting rid of all that butter). He doesn't quite think of himself as a villain, but he usually relates to villains more than he does to the people he would, had he lived on Earth circa 1950 AD, think of as his goodie-two-shoes friends. And he's definitely a malcontent. He has declined to wear red leather, but is just as extensively armed as normal (or so he thinks, never having met, say, Disc assassins) - after all, he has some weaponry that is, as it were, built in. He looks around.*

Did someone put out a call for malcontents?

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War waved to the new guy from her chair, where she was chatting with Eris. "Thanks for coming!" she called. "So who are you, and what did you bring me?"

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The name's Albel Nox. Albel the Wicked to my enemies. And as to what I've brought you... *He holds up a case labelled in Klausian writing. In Albel's short time of being connected to the universe at large, he's discovered that Klaus IV produces some of the best liquor in the galaxy.*

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"Thanks," she replied. "What makes you wicked?"

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*Albel shrugs.* Fools always villify what they don't understand. *And the fact that Albel's idea of formal conversation is not insulting someone every other sentence doesn't help, either.*

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"So, are you actually wicked, or just misunderstood?"

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I suppose it depends on what you mean by "wicked." *Albel pulls a face.* Living with politicians for most of my life is getting to me. Does finding violence an enjoyable way to relieve stress make one wicked?

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War yawned, and looked thoughtful. "No, I think it just makes you normal. Or human. Humans are always relieving stress through violence, or some simulacrum of it, such as team sports, which some people become homicidal over." She grinned. "I do what I can."

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Well, I suppose it's nice to know I'm still human.

So, you're War. I suppose I have you to thank for such an excellent opportunity to exercise my skills in the recent "disturbance" with Aquaria, as some of the nobles call it. *He mutters something that sounds like cowardly maggots under his breath.*

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"Generally, yeah. But sometimes humans pull all kinds of stunts without me - and I am just there to egg them on, or to expand the trouble."

She looked at Albel. "So, any ideas for redecoration, or any cool weapons?"

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Hm... Did you ever meet a man called Vox?

*Albel shrugs.* My tastes in decorating, such as they are, tend to run towards what's already here. Should have gotten the Desteed worm or whatever her name was in here. Girl was a devil for interior design - she tried to redecorate my room on the Diplo electric purple once.

As for weapons... *His hand strays to the hilt of the Crimson Scourge for a moment.* I suppose you can probably tell I lean towards various bladed weapons, particularly swords. I never quite saw the point of polearms; what use is a weapon that only works at close range?

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"Vox? There's a singer - Bono Vox, who named himself after that particular stop on a pipe organ, 'bono vox'. That's the only one I know, and he's utterly opposed to me. Always doing protests and such."

"Hmm - I don't do purple. Although electricity could be fun. Got any torture devices that use energy or electricity?"

"And don't underestimate the fun of short-range warfare. The Greeks understood. There's something about looking your opponent in the eye from less than a foot away, watching as he dies." Her eyes got a dreamy, faraway look, and she smiled. "Anyway."

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I was referring to... Actually, I never bothered to find out his given name. Battle for the sake of battle, that's what he loved. That, and stabbing me in the back at every opportunity. *But I'll be sure to tell him about this Bono character when I see him in hell.*

Energy? The Aquarians tended to go in for that; we used dragons in Airyglyph. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if they used something like that, except that apparently the church of Apris forbids torture now. Worms are too squeamish for their own good.

I'm sorry, I misspoke. I meant that they don't work at close range, unless you're using one short enough that it isn't a polearm anymore. But I have to agree with you; if I didn't, I wouldn't have claws on this. *The warrior taps his artificial arm.*

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Valentine reads over the letter, smiling thoughtfully. Red leather and weaponry... how quaint. However, it might be interesting to see who would attend, and how much chaos he can cause. He sends back an owl of his own:

My dear "War,"

I would be pleased to bring refreshments to this party of yours.

Sincerely,

Lord Valentine Wolfe, Slytherin.

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return owl to Wolfe:

Hi, Vi!

Bring whatever the hell you want. Glad to have you.

-- War

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Dax was quite amused when she received the owl. While some people got post addressed to previous residents, Dax got post meant for previous entities. She hadn't been a full fledged villain for at least two lifetimes (though Curzon Dax certainly had his moments).

Still, a party was a party!

"Hello there. Hope Scotch is apropos."

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War was delighted when Dax showed up. She wasn't expecting someone as wholesome looking as this at all. She loved it. She grinned at Dax, and walked up to welcome her.

"Hell, yes. Scotch is always apropos. How old is it?"

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"22, maybe?" She wiped a bit of dust off the label. "Oh, that's 322. Which I didn't know was possible, but when in Balosnee VI, as they say."

Dax grinned back, and held out a hand. "Jadzia Dax. I'm sorry, but have we met? You seem familiar."

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"Nice," War replied. She took the hand, and shook it. "War. We probably have - just not directly. So, Jadzia, what's your favorite weapon?"

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"Oh!" That explained it. "Well, hello again. I don't suppose there's any chance you're here on vacation?"

"Bat'leth (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Bat'leth)," she answered quickly. "Practical, with just a twinge of showmanship."

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War smiled, long and slow. "Oooo, pretty..." she said. "Got any more of those? They'd look great crossed over the mantle. Plus," she continued, eyeing Dax, "I'll want you to teach me to use it properly."

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"I've got a few coming on special order. I'd be happy to show you a thing or two once they come in!"

...Was she being hit on by War? Worf would be so jealous.

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War grinned. "Excellent. In the meantime, let's crack this bottle open. And you can tell me how best to use that pretty knife."

She went over to her motorcycle, and unhooked the right saddlebag. She dumped it over a long wooden table, and all manner of knives spilled out. "You can have one, if you find any interesting - or useful."

She looked up at Jadzia. "So, do I call you Jadzia, or Dax?"

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"Well, the main thing to remember with a Bat'Leth, especially if you're used to more traditional swordplay, is that you've got more room to work with. You can take those broader swings." She opened the bottle, and poured two glasses.

"That's quite a collection," said Dax, clearly impressed. She picked up a small dagger with a white blade, because who in their right mind would turn down a weapon, offered by War herself? "Is this ceramic?"

"Dax is fine." She smiled. Who knew War was so personable?

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"Mmm," War said, appreciatively. "I'd love to try it out in a melee situation."

"And that one, it's bone, actually. Theoretically, it's been enchanted by a shaman never to chip. I forget what monster it came from - the strength of the blade probably has more to do with the animal than the shaman, but who am I to disillusion someone's religious fervor? It can be very useful." She grinned evilly.

War took one of the glasses, and sipped - then chugged, throwing her head back. "So, Dax, what made you respond to the owl? You seem too nice to be a villain."

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