Venus and Edie, round 1.

[shewent]

Being dead wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Hell wasn't as bad as they said.

Heaven wasn't as good.

And who the hell predicted that you could just go from one to the other like walking down to the trashy 7-11 on the corner.

Though the 7-11 has way better beer.

Edie flopped back on the worn couch, looking through her lowered lashes as those meandering around her parts. A hodge podge of mediocrity if she'd ever seen one.

Maybe this really was just hell. Maybe hell wasn't something that seemed awful at first, but just the eternity of boring weighing you down day after day for all eternity. Like some fucked up Twilight Zone episode you could never really get out of.

Shit, this was getting to heavy. Pushing herself up, she dusted off her butt, before calling out to whomever was near that she was going for a walk. She doubted they cared much, but it just felt weird not to let someone know.

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[celebrityskinned]

It's so unexpected that it makes Venus laugh. "Wow, what did the unbaptized babies ever do to you? Are you not a mothering type or something?"

She can't possibly know about the little girl left in Edie's past; the press never found it, and Guy kept Edie's secrets cloaked under the wounds he bared.

[shewent]

Edie's start is fast, her expression covered qucikly, but the little break is there. A bird wing in the dark, and then she is grinning, and shrugging.

"Those little dicks-" But her sentence trails off as a high pitched, reedy scream can be heard from...far away. Space and time were all fucked up here, and the sound seemed to come from the distance in all direction. A disquieted stir hit those around them.

Screams of horror weren't common this high up the ladder.

[celebrityskinned]

Maybe normal people would run, would follow the herd instinct that comes from seeing people running. Ghosts, shades of people famous and anonymous, rush past them, scrambling for cover. A crowd, half of them unsure what they're running from, swarms past, leaving stragglers behind because this isn't the place for the virtuous, just the passively self-interested. No one tramples each other but no one bothers to help each other up either.

And Venus and Edie just look at each other, eyebrows raised, the same call in their chests - not of duty, but of glory, maybe. Or at least something to make them worth the attention people would pay them.

"You know, we really shouldn't have wished for excitement. We totally jinxed that."

[shewent]

"I would have though I used up all my jinxs."

But she was already grinning, feeling that high of the adrenaline dumping into herblood stream, the battle at hand making her body hum with energy.

She would be lying if she said she hadn't missed this part. Just a little. Especially in the long, gray haze of the afterlife.

"Roll out." And with that she started against the crowd, feeling like she was fighting against the most lack luster herd of salmon as she pushed through the crowds.

[celebrityskinned]

"How do you want to take this one?" Venus ties her long braids in a knot so they'll stay out of her face and pulls off the jacket she's wearing. Idly, she wonders what happens to the twice dead, the crowd of people crushed under the ghost of Godzilla's feet. Part of her flares up with excitement at the unknown. Part of her wants to know, and part of her fears more tedium.

Her own heartbeat starts to pound with that familiar, blessed adrenalin rush - she didn't know a shade could still feel adrenalin. She didn't even realize she still had a heartbeat.

"We got anything to drop on him? A...boat, maybe?"

[shewent]

Edie looks around for whatever she can see which...isn't much.

"How do you feel about busting up the scenery?"

She was pretty sure she could get something out of that, somehow. There really wasn't much to work with. Apparently heaven didn't expect Godzilla to be stomping around up here.

Though someone had to let him in, so if Saint Peter hadn't been aware that maybe this guy shouldn't be let pass, she didn't know about the quality checks going on here.

Or maybe Godzilla really does deserve to be here. And they're about to kick the crap out of him.

[celebrityskinned]

"I feel like God'll forgive us." Some part of her is endlessly entertained by the idea of punching her way through heaven, too. Or purgatory. The afterlife, painfully boring until now, and part of Venus just wants to stretch this fight out forever because it'll be a change of pace.

"Can you still teleport?" she asks Edie, energy and plasma starting to glow around her own hands and shoulders. "Let's send this lizard back to Tokyo."

[shewent]

"Gods gonna owe us one. Let's find out."

Around here, walking was at least something to do, and maybe she'd gotten a little fat and lazy with her powers. Maybe.

She laid her hand on Venus, not entirely sure what to expect. At not entirely sure what she was feeling once she did. It was like the warmth of something far to hot through an ovenmit, but way hotter, and at the same time far more toned down under her own flesh.

She closed her eyes, reached for that pull inside of her, and suddenly they were on the crest of Godzilla's head, and the sway of the beast tromping around made it hard to tell what parts of the world swaying around her was lightheadedness and she had to grab on to one of the hard ridges decorating Godzilla's head to steady herself.

[celebrityskinned]

"Watch your feet!" Venus lands between Godzilla's eyes, sliding a bit on scales that seem far too rough to be as slick as they are. Her foot goes out from under her and just like that, she's on her butt in a less-than-graceful slip. Guess she's a bit rusty, too.

"Can you poke his- can you get his eye? I can't teleport something this big-"

Well, she probably could, but she won't, because she's not looking to die again so soon.