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shatterverse2008-04-22 06:58 pm
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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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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."