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Tremble Foolish Mortals: The Gods and You , Class Five [Period 5, Thursday]

When the students came into class, again being held in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like a temple amongst some labyrinthine ruins, Ares was playing with a bow and looking far too pleased with himself.

"Afternoon, class," he said. "Today we are going to be talking about two gods who were once very near and dear to me. Their names were, oh, one moment, I have more class appropriate clothing for my TAs," he said, tossing clothing to Krycek and Sam. "Go, put those on."

After waiting for them to get changed, Ares continued. "The two gods I'm talking about today were called Strife and Discord, what they were god and goddess of should be clear from their names, being minor deities, both of them were once in my employ, helping me with the business of being the God of War. Strife," he gestured at Sam. "Apart from being completely incompent at actually doing his job, Strife was everything you could ask for in a lackey, at least until he got killed by that lunatic Callisto."

"Discord." Now Ares pointed at Krycek. "If not as slavishly loyal as Strife, still had her advantages, killer dress sense being one of them, but sadly she also shared Strife's habit of contiually screwing up. For example, this weapon I'm holding here is the Bow of Artemis, and when you get shot with it, it turns you into animal, or if you're an animal it turns you human. Now, Discord got it into her head to shoot my half-brother with the bow, turned him into a pig, and that was a barrel of laughs, unfortunately, she let a couple of pesky mortals get their hands" An arrow magically appearing as he drew the string back, Ares fired the bow at Krycek. "And, well, that happened."

Where Krycek had been standing, there was now a leather clad rooster.

"Now the only way to turn him back into a human is with the bow, and I hope for young Mr Krycek's sake that Miss Carter here is better at her job than Strife was, as I'm not just going to give it to her," Ares said. "You have half the class to help you get the bow, and the other half are going to protect it from you. Good luck."

And with that, Ares vanished into the ruins.

[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ up. Important OOC info about the class here.

krycek_rat modded with permission.]

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She was thinking outloud, "Well, one of us could always try an seduce Ares, you know, and snatch the bow. Or one seduces and distracts him, and another moves in to snatch the bow." Hey, it could work.

Annette shrugged a shoulder, managing to look a little sheepish.

"It could," Isabel nodded. "I think you should try it."

Annette grinned, "I think you should try it. You'd be way better at it than me." She nodded, raising her brows.

Isabel's eyebrows raised as well, not sure what Annette was implying. "Cranky God of War? My sense of self preservation is a little too well-honed. I'll pass."

Annette wasn't implying anything whatsoever; she just thought she'd pass her suggestion on to anybody else who would actually do it. Cause...she was a bit of a chicken.

"Maybe we can talk someone else into doing it?" She said with a hopeful grin. "You know, we are going to have to get through the protectors first. We need to be devious." She wiggled her brows. Annette loved being sneaky.

"Possibly," Isabel agreed. "But you're right about the protectors. And I happen to know," she said, pointing at Jack. "That he could probably be easily distracted by a smile and a pretty face. And it would be a hell of a lot more fun then dealing with Cranky Leatherpants."

She looked over to where Isabel was pointing, and said, "I don't know Jack, but I think I am inclined to agree with you about Cranky Leatherpants. If we can take care of all the protectors, then it will definitely be easier to retrieve that bow." She nodded.

Ares? Had kinda heard the Cranky Leatherpants remark.

He fired off an arrow at Annette.

...and "owwww---"

Little Annette bunny eyes blinked up at the other students, and she hopped around in a circle, wondering what in the heck happened to her.

Steerpike hadn't missed noticing this.

And once he, himself had been transformed (but he still thought killing Krycek would totally solve the problem), he scurried over, figuring strength in small, furry numbers might be called for.

Okay, it was really ugly, but yay for furry friends? If she could just get over her trembling.

She hopped closer, blinked, and was assualted with a scent she has never before in her life smelt. Blink.

Steerpike attempted a winning smile.

It's probably safe to assume that that totally didn't work.

assualted=assaulted I can't spell

Annette blanched. On the inside. She was flailing something terrible. But she just hopped in a circle and twitched her nose and did her bunny best to not stare at that mouth.

She made a noise, a little purr like noise, and she scared herself and sided up close to Mr. Nasty.

Awww yeah. He still had it.

Score one for the Steerpike. He puffed himself up about as large as a six or seven inch ugly rodent could, and looked around at the other students, ready to hiss at anyone who got close or looked at them funny.

He was a proud and strong . . . small, furry thing that he was pretty sure couldn't actually stand up to much of anything.

And Ares was totally on his list of people to get out of his way when the day came to take over.

Annette totally had no idea this was Steerpike. Had she known...well, it wouldn't have made a whole lot of difference. Cause ugly was ugly.

But she recognized bravery and strength when she saw it and that this creature thought to protect her meant everything. She hopped up and down and twitched her nose and stared at the other students.

What if they didn't see her? Or him? What if they stepped on them? Flail!

Annette had turned into a twitchy, cowardly thing.

Typical.

Steerpike looked around for a good ~~box~~ place to hide, then started scurrying a tiny rock cave in the labyrinth ruins that looked like it might do.

Hopefully, she'd get the hint and follow.

[ooc disclaimer: opinions of Steerpike are, like, guaranteed not to be the opinions of the mun.]

...and she did, cause hello? she was not about to be left behind, alone and vulnerable. But damn, she really wanted a carrot. She wondered if she had a long enough carrot if she could shove it up Ares' ass and not get blamed for it? She was just a cute little bunny after all.

(ooc: mun totally gets disclaimer.)

Had Steerpike known what Annette was thinking, he would have whole-heartedly approved.

They might be able to find a suitable stick and . . . poke him in the ankle?

Being small and furry sucked.

Especially with only tiny bunny teeth that wouldn't do a bit of good. She could of course leave little bunny dropping's on his desk.

Ewwwwww! Icky thought! Icky thought!

Annette hopping quickly forward to catch up to Mr. Nasty.

A stick! Steerpike found a stick! It even had a pointy end on it!

He picked it up in his jaws and poked his head out of the ~~bunny-cave~~ ~~den of strange, ugly love~~ hiding spot, his beady little eyes twitching as he looked about for the stupid God of War who turned him into such a horrible, ugly thing.

Revenge!

Oddly enough, Annette understood him when he poked his head out with that stick between his jaws.

Surely there was something she could do! She wanted revenge too! If she had rabies she could bite him hard enough, she was certain of it. She looked at the creature. He would have rabies before she would, wouldn't he?

Steerpike would have been quite affronted at such a thought, if he knew that it existed.

He didn't have rabies.

He was just ugly.

Looking both ways quickly for any tromping people-feet, Steerpike scurried out in to the labyrinth ruins in search of one leather clad God of War who needed a good pointy-stick-ankle-poking.

It was an ugly thought. Annette felt bad for it the moment in entered her head. She was just having a hard time finding any good thoughts right now.

Realizing that he was leaving again, she hopped after him, telling him to wait up. In her mind, that is. Why couldn't she have been a talking bunny?

Hey, her little nails are kind of sharp. She could do some damage!

Steerpike was not waiting up. He was scurrying as fast as his stumpy little ugly legs could carry him over the rocky ground.

Odd how he'd never thought about the rats and Gormenghast and how athletic they had to be. . . .

Still. REVENGE!

Annette was hopping as fast as she could, which she soon found out was pretty dang fast. These back legs of hers were great.

Pretty soon she was abreast of the ugly little rodent, and she was grinning!

Whooowhooo...watch me go faster than youuuuwhoooo!

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