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New Underworld Order
It came to Hades in a dream...
It's pretty dead out in the New Mexico desert, at least as far as sentient life goes. It's also bright, and hot.
But when a pillar of smoke resolves into a god, the landscape seems to take on some shades of blue and gray to compete with the sand and scrub. "Well. This could just work..." A flick of a hand, a wave of an arm, and the Bat Ampitheatre is suddenly a bit more gothic, a bit more forbidding (not that, in the portable gloom, it wasn't forbidding enough in the first place), the path lit by dimly glowing torches. It is, Hades decides as he majestically descends the stone steps, a very good place for a temple.
The mouth of the cave widens as Hades approaches, stretching into a gaping maw edged in streaks of stone that could look like flames-- or teeth.
It needs a guardian. It needs a lot.
But as Hades descends into the vast cave that will begin this broken world's Underworld, it's with a light heart and blue flame slipping pleasantly down his shoulders.
It will work.
It's pretty dead out in the New Mexico desert, at least as far as sentient life goes. It's also bright, and hot.
But when a pillar of smoke resolves into a god, the landscape seems to take on some shades of blue and gray to compete with the sand and scrub. "Well. This could just work..." A flick of a hand, a wave of an arm, and the Bat Ampitheatre is suddenly a bit more gothic, a bit more forbidding (not that, in the portable gloom, it wasn't forbidding enough in the first place), the path lit by dimly glowing torches. It is, Hades decides as he majestically descends the stone steps, a very good place for a temple.
The mouth of the cave widens as Hades approaches, stretching into a gaping maw edged in streaks of stone that could look like flames-- or teeth.
It needs a guardian. It needs a lot.
But as Hades descends into the vast cave that will begin this broken world's Underworld, it's with a light heart and blue flame slipping pleasantly down his shoulders.
It will work.
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Is he entirely displeased?
... well, no. This is, technically, where they belong. But for crying out loud.
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"I'm sorry. She can't help it, really."
Stepping up towards him and bowing formally, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Anne Cooper. This is my sister--"
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Friendly smile.
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"And your sister's boss, unless I miss my guess. I'm getting the idea 'Cooper' is a pretty common name, but I'm also getting the idea coincidences happen less often than you'd think."
The one who saw knew where she must go, when she died, and brought with her the one who sang, and there they waited for the Lord of the Dead, to welcome him.
Well, it had better be to welcome him.
Around Hades, the caves are... subtly changing. The electric lights are still there, and in fact are flickering back on one at a time, but they're being twisted upward into something more torch-like, burning cold and bright. Yes. This is where the Underworld wants to begin.
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...which is how she died in the first place, when it comes to it.
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It's rather dramatic, in its way.
"Things'll reach a balance. They always do," he continues, in tones of one who is quite likely to live to see it, no matter how long it takes.
Hm. He's defintely going to need a something of forgetfulness, whether or not it's a river. Though there is a river down in the caves. Probably an archway could be used, too, very symbolic, archways...
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This isn't remarkable unless you know that the hum is echolocating the precise nature of all the changes being worked on the room.
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"It'll be good to see her again."
...
Having a conversation with a comfortable, relaxed Renee Cooper often involves a distressing amount of logical disconnect.
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He realizes after he's done signalling for Alice that he started just after Renee started talking.
"... You're the one who sees." It's totally not a question.
As far as what Anne's watching? It's quiet, in its way. As though this is what has always wanted to be here, even if it's... not, quite. It's what needs to be here now, now that all this has happened and somewhere needs to be this way. It's divine and mutable and as though it has always been, even if the changes haven't yet crept across the big room yet, much less into any of the other caves.
They'll get there.
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"You beeped, boss?"
"Sis!"
Okay, glomping. Renee first, then Anne.
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Following which the Coopers have quite the group hug.
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Anne lets go first.
"Nice work," she tells Hades, nodding at the caves. "Very cleanly done. I approve."
What? She was big into transmutation when she was alive, even if now her powers are mostly reduced to catching the echoes.
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On the other hand, if peace is being with your loved ones again, it looks like the place came with that factory-installed. "Still needs a couple of things, though."
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A breeze gusts in through the mouth of the cave and then the Sky is standing there in his human form, arms folded, peering at the sharp sides of the cave with an arched eyebrow.
"Home sweet home, eh?"
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It might be difficult for the gods to fool each other with mortal disguises, but it's not impossible-- and Hades didn't even know his Ouranos all that well. Slight conflict of realms. Also of Standards and Practices not finding a way around the planetary name, probably.
Thus, he can tell he's looking at a god (he is in his new-made place of power) but not which god.
"Usually? Only if you're dead."
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Otherwise, Ouranos recognizes nothing about the man.
So he tilts his head.
"Or if you're their Lord." Pause. "Which you are, right?"
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"Hades, Lord of the Dead, Ruler of the Underworld, Host of... uh, three, right now, but give it time.
"And you are?"
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Oh boy.
Ouranos doesn't know (and he doesn't want to know) how this is even possible, that another version of Hades exists from some other world that he's never seen, and -- if he thinks about it any longer, his head is going to hurt.
"Ouranos."
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Hades glowers-- more divinity, huh?-- but can't quite tell who (or what, sometimes it's a what) is speaking, only that it's a little perturbing to have his Intuition-sent caverns so suddenly occupied.
Maybe he should get another dog.
"Define 'this,'" Hades tells the voice. "I'll admit the face lift isn't strictly utilitarian, but hey, it helps to be comfortable where you work."
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"Yes."
Not what you'd call an in-depth answer, that, but it's a confident one.
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