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And, at some point, when Hades is alone, Mort sees fit to contact the other god on the planet. He can understand not wanting to be caught talking to oneself, so he waits for a suitable time when Hades is alone with a reflecting surface, before he follows the threads of fate, and walks into the setting.

From Hades point of view, it will appear as if a rather homely middle age man has just stepped into the reflection. It might look as if he'd actually walked into the room, but Mort supercedes Hades own reflection, and would have to be closer. He nods his head minutely at the god of the underworld. "Good evening."

Aha, so there is someone else around.

You know. In the divinities department.

"Neat trick." Hades waves a hand, and suddenly there's a lot of very very solid smoke holding the men's room door shut. For privacy's sake.

The very tip of Morts left eyebrow raises in appreciation. "Yourself as well." It's interesting. Mort has never had a chance to meet any of the Elder Gods before. In his time, they've all left. But to see Hades, here, now, well.

Actually, it's a lot like looking at his fellow gods, just more set in stone then they are. And the probabilities are more... shrouded. Less hard facts, more straight prophecy. Interesting. "Hades, I presume?" It's all there, if you read it right.

"In the flesh. At the moment." That, after all, could change on a whim. He folded his arms and leaned back against the stalls. "You, on the other hand, aren't an Olympian." But he was a god. And he was in the mirror, which had to have some kind of significance. "Scrying a specialty?"

"At last we were together, we thought to apply the name 'North American Pantheon,' or just 'Norau.' That is, if you must label one by location." Mort steps to the next mirror, and then to shiny plastic door, before returning to in front of Hades. Trying to examine him from all angles, so to speak.

"My spheres of control include prophecy and reflection. A little eclectic, but I was not given a choice."

Hades stifled a snicker-- Norau? Acronyms? For gods? That was almost cute-- and managed it better than he usually would have. Mortal-shaped faces were slightly less fluid than his more accustomed form. "Scrying probably falls into that." At least with mirrors, which were a lot nicer here than Hades was used to. Silver and glass, who knew? Still, entrails were probably not something the other god was into. "So! If I had to hazard a guess, I'd guess you were new at this. Or possibly checking out the competition.

"I'd also guess you had a name you haven't told me."

Mort decides against fixing Hades' assumption that he's only looking through the mirror. No need to tip his hand.

"Fairly new. And from what I have been told of you dominion, no exactly competition. It is merely that you are the only other god level presence upon this world." Mort pauses, his head turning towards the left, looking at something off screen, so to speak. "Except for the Sleeper, and I'm actually rather glad there are no mirrors down there."

The corners of his lips turn up just the barest bit. "Ah, how rude of me. Mortimer Arthur. Generally, just Mort. Apparently it has a better ring to it for the worshippers."