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Project Hades Round 5 Part 3 - Long ShadowsProject Hades Round 5 Part 3 - Long Shadows
Eris had to give the staff of The Rouge credit. They carried on quite well after the literal patron diety of the establishment had been slain. The music thumped through the floors, walls, and bones of every customer, spurring many to the dance floor. Despite the death of a god, business was booming in The Rouge. "Though," Eris thought as he sipped a brandy, "More than a few may be here to try and forget the perils assaulting the Underworld."
Is that why we're here, Eris?
Eris still wasn't quite used to hearing the voice of a little girl in his head, accompanied by a minor headache. He sipped the brandy again before he answered. "Not quite, Hope. We're in the latter group: the ones biding their time. It was Hecate's...hope...that the public venue would discourage your would-be assassins, along with this brief body switch, while she and Doctor worked on fixing your problem."
Can it even be fixed?, said Hope. <
Project Hades Round 5 Part 2 - Long ShadowsProject Hades Round 5 Part 2 - Long Shadows
"So, Thane, do you have any idea where we should even start looking for info on Charon or are we just going to canvas the whole city hoping for a miracle?"
AJ sat on a stool at a roadside diner, munching away on a burger. Drac poked at his but otherwise seemed uninterested in eating.
"Or we could try to go find Baldur again, though apparently he has a pesky helm of invisibility."
Thane poked at his burger some more before he said, "I don't know. This is the first time I've ever actually wanted to do something like this. To talk to random people and gather information. I'm not sure how to go about it. In a non-threatening manner," he amended, glancing at AJ as she mimed punching someone.
"Eh, that's boring," said AJ, devouring the rest of her burger. "Not like I have experience doing this either."
"We could start with the rumors maybe," said Drac. "Seems all of the Underworld is getting turned upside down by something or another."
"You got tha
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The room was dark, sparsely furnished, and quiet. Not at all the kind of place one would expect a god to spend his final moments in. There was no sense of legend, no grudge settled, nothing to denote a death worthy of the divine. Instead there was a body that had never changed expression, a pool of golden ichor staining the sheets, and the wicked dagger that had done the deed still embedded in Anubis's heart..
Thoth did not dare touch the dagger that had murdered his friend. He sensed its darkness and knew that even if Anubis had not been slain outright the curse upon the blade would have ensured he met his end soon. Either way, the one who had committed this crime had sealed a god's fate. Or rather, the ones who had committed this crime.
AJ and Drac. The names floated within Thoth's mind; the identities of Anubis's murderers.
"Apollo," said Thoth quietly. "Your guests, the ones called AJ and Drac, are they still in this temple?"
A dark corner stirred and
Project Hades - R1Ideal
Hope sat on a rock. It wasn't actually a rock, but a giant turtle with a stone shell that hadn't seemed to care as it slowly trudged forward. And several others had taken seats on the giant, so she did the same. At first she'd been nervous being in the middle of this huge crowd, uncertain if she'd inadvertently absorb some residual bad luck. After a few tentative forays she felt nothing happening, and upon Doctor's insistence she'd plunged right in.
Now she was on a rock turtle in the middle of a motley crowd, en route to destinations unknown. Doctor had been unable to tell her what was going on, other than that this huge crowd was incredibly unusual for the Underworld. Then word had traveled back through the crowd that Charon, the ferryman, had vanished and the gods themselves were recruiting people in this Waiting Room to seek him or his new host out.
"How did Eris know what was going to happen?" she muttered to herself.
"A question asked by many, answered by none,"
Project Hades - Hope AuditionHope sat in a chair to the side of the room, dressed in what had been several blue hospital scrubs that had been torn and sewn together into a makeshift tunic. Shelves of heavy books lined the walls next to her, tomes for everything from arcanic medicine and metaphysical concepts. The center of the room was dominated by a black stone slab with numerous sigils etched in silver upon it. Next to the slab was a surgeon's table with all the tools needed to perform a ritual. Candles, chalk, chalices, and several selections of ceremonial knives. Several of them had cut her flesh. One had actually killed her before.
I'd never seen my blood spray so far, she thought as she eyed a blood-stained kris.
She glanced to the side. Next to her sat a strange man in an all pink suit with a straight wooden cane leaning against his legs. She took care not to be caught staring at him.
No bad luck; none at all. I didn't even know that was possible. What's he doing here, today of all days? I don't l
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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