#[𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍]

[deaths-blooming-lament]

No, this was not him attempting to bribe Emet-Selch regarding Azem’s recent mis-adventure! Elidibus thought, perhaps, that he needed something light to eat. Some chocolate dip and fruit seemed like a nice little gesture – no?

Bribe or not Emet-selc was pissed. In fact, he was more than pissed, he was so mad that no word in the Etheris dictonary could ever describe the sheer extent unto which his anger towards his friend. The talk had been of Azem, making a mess of things as per usual, yet on this certain occurrence it had been inside Amauarot and now... The whole city was somehow flooded with water. Its a disaster, copious buildings damaged, the culprit of course laughing it off and dismissing it saying if they hadn't then Amaurot may have been in danger! which okay! but what about the mess they have made?! Hades without realizing it, bore a hole into the paper he wrote in an urgent telegram addressed to the populace. Only seeing that Elidibus was offering an adornment of goodies suspiciously after this... "...Elidibus...".

Hades look at him dead-on,

"I appreciate your offer of snacks in attempt to appease me, but this time will not work on me". Azem has created a disaster in Amaurot, ergo, they have fucked up big time.

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"Venat..."

Emet-Selcs gaze met hers, failing to understand why the previous Azem had come inside his office. He does not meet her gaze for a few seconds, busily scribbling down upon some parchment, "If this is about your predecessor again, then I am hearing none of it"

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“….”

He’s only known Keirax for a few months, ever since his first encounter with him devouring a beast upon Elpis, aetherically. In such a short timeframe he’s got to known this man.

He would wake up one morning, a literal fuzzball on his head and it seemed from there he was doomed from the start to be tormented by such a troublemaker. For he stayed strangely attached to him, yet ran away at the sight of others. At first he thought of him as a strange spirit, yet this man was very much solid, if him laying on top of him in kitty form said much.

…Yet in that time too he had seen him sad, comforted him, oddly enough. Tonight was one of those nights. Hades awkwardly held on, then quietly suggested something that may help,

“….I can provide warm tea you know”.

@deaths-blooming-lament sitting next to him, Keirax rests his head against Emet’s shoulder, clinging to him tightly.

“Don’t ask.. just hold me, please.”

It would seem, he seeks companionship, after his nightmare. That’s not too selfish, right?

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"Wait-!"

"...Tch".

He follows after, not too pleased with the developing story. Both are lost in their own separate pathways with Hades going outside to look in any nearby foliage, "Honestly...after this, I expect a good compensation for this".

His eyes flash that almost iridescent yellow, looking down and watching how the aether flows in ribbons with the air itself, "...Aha". He spots what looks like Artemis's little troublemaker... Or at least it looked like it, aetheric by nature,

"Artemis-!" comes a lengthy shout, "I think I found your...caly!" He spots the animal from a distance and of course, scowls,

"Urgh...this...boar had best not be covered in mud!".

“Caly”.

She had named it. Something that he should be used to by now however…

“…Misunderstood or not, if we don’t find her Artemis and she makes a mess, Lahabrea will be as mad as the last time”.

Last time Artemis has procured by some means an animal it erupted into anger and then made a mess of the entire meeting room. Flecks of mud and debris scattered the building leaving behind only Lahabrea who Emet had seen actually seemed to have lost it on that particular day

Perhaps despite in his snark and general gloom is ness he had rather not see Artemis get yelled at again. He lets out a heavy sigh, trudging forward,

“…Time is not on our side alas”.

“Take me where the boar may have been last and let us see if I can spot it”.

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“…..”

His glare penetrated the man when the word cannabaceae left his mouth. In fact, he comes up towards him, tilting that pretty pipe down as he makes direct contact into his eyes.

…He then shrugs letting out a long sigh, shaking his head,

“I expect you not to”.

“I’ll tell yours as well”.

“If your not careful”.

“Heh”.

…He actually cracks a bit of a rare same-smug smile, the tips of canines showing in an extremely crooked way, that vanished just as it flashed. Then he turns back,

“A stressor”.

He corrects with another drag of his own pipe, seeing as Hythlodaeus took notice of the stack of paperwork nearby and then sighed heavily again,

“…I can see you staring at my paperwork so”.

He tilts his pipe, gesturing,

“…I’m afraid tonight’s plans of bothering me will be null, for I plan to stay here”.

“I—“

He flinched when the bubbles flew past by him and he stays silent, watching Hythlodaeus through a kaleidoscope of colors inside a bubble that made the whole ordeal seem surreal. He watches the man seemingly reappear through a haze of colorful smoke grinning. He realizes he must’ve been staring at him and quickly turns away,

“What’s in mine…?”

He tilts the pipe up, right when the scent of fruit and a particular herb hits him, his eyes widened and he at once looks away,

“It’s…”

His brows furrowed as he stood there, probably looking dumb as he fumbled the words to describe it,

“It is…a herb of a particular variety”.

His was not of color and fruits. Perhaps his smelled more like death and tar. His hand flickered to bring it up to his lips and inhale it deeply. His eyes flickered again to stare directly at him. For a moment he seems calm, then his usual hard stare replaces it,

“I expect not a word about it”.

He exhaled. Grey and white wisps of smoke dancing wildly in the air, meeting halfway with some of the colorful plumes above, arms crossed,

“I have to have some kind of relief, from your shenanigans, Hythlodaeus”.

[deaths-blooming-lament]

"Yes come in".

He lowers his glasses, catching a familiar sight of emerald, and sighs more, "You can come in without knocking Fandaniel, tis fine".

He neatly organizes his papers, putting them to the side as he adorns his mask for work, "Pray tell, it's almost 9 in the evening, What may you still be doing here?"

He’s working, per usual. Affixed to his face are some glasses that help him block out Aether of all things…

That and he truly needs them sometimes. He licks his finger to unstick the pages and flips to the next one.

[deaths-blooming-lament]

Hades gets up, wiping himself off, and merely grumbles with a fluster. "If you're done having a good joke, I'm leaving, I am not being some huge bird's breakfast again".

He is done, with a snap of his fingers he opens a portal, hoisting his ichor-colored sword with ease, "I'm going back to Amuarot if your so inclined, dearest shepherd, for I am in need of some medical attention".

He did look rough, Hades had some cuts and bruises, and his poor robes at this point looked a bit tattered, so he probably wasn't lying.

pluck! (From Azem)

He had gotten wrapped up in some 'adventure' with Azem as per usual. Not only did he manage to somehow get stuck in some giant birds nest and tossed around to and fro, yet escaping was null as the bird soon attacked. It's only through the grace per usual of Azems wishes that he was plucked out and now for the next hour or so their spent there awkwardly having feathers plucked out of their own hair, ".....I am never going on these dammed outings again". Hades growls, "You could have very well dammed warned me beforehand of these creatures!! since you've been here much more than me, furthermore-"

Poor, poor Azem. They were currently getting the chewing out of a lifetime right now.

[deaths-blooming-lament]

“Caly”.

She had named it. Something that he should be used to by now however…

“…Misunderstood or not, if we don’t find her Artemis and she makes a mess, Lahabrea will be as mad as the last time”.

Last time Artemis has procured by some means an animal it erupted into anger and then made a mess of the entire meeting room. Flecks of mud and debris scattered the building leaving behind only Lahabrea who Emet had seen actually seemed to have lost it on that particular day

Perhaps despite in his snark and general gloom is ness he had rather not see Artemis get yelled at again. He lets out a heavy sigh, trudging forward,

“…Time is not on our side alas”.

“Take me where the boar may have been last and let us see if I can spot it”.

"A boar?"

His voice rises up anyways, looking incredulously at the boy before him, "I had hoped your antics would lessen, yet here we are". ...Yet his eyes do keep on the lookout for a boar, or any creature of some kind. He does not want to be sullied by some foul swine, or another, "Come now Artemis, let's find this boar before it gets inside the convocation and make a mess".

[deaths-blooming-lament]

"A boar?"

His voice rises up anyways, looking incredulously at the boy before him, "I had hoped your antics would lessen, yet here we are". ...Yet his eyes do keep on the lookout for a boar, or any creature of some kind. He does not want to be sullied by some foul swine, or another, "Come now Artemis, let's find this boar before it gets inside the convocation and make a mess".

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"What is it this time-?"

His voice sounds genuinely strained, at the thresh-hold of snapping into a full-blown yell if he's not careful. He notices this and lowers a little, yet still has that glare in full blast, "I'll have you know, I could be spending my time elsewhere...so hurry up."