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[aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com]

In Metropolis, there is a man in a dark suit. He's of a sort of non-descript middle age, not specifically young but nowhere near old.

As for what he's doing?

He's looking around. Learning. Absorbing local color. Picking up the lingo (which isn't as hard as it should be) and the customs. Occasionally having a meal somewhere and libating to that ever so beneficent monarch of the dead, Hades, just so he can explain the custom to curious onlookers. Carefully working minor miracles wherever it'll do the most good-- and once again, advertizing for the once and future Lord of the Underworld. Looking at maps, trying to figure out where he can start an underworld on this continent.

It's not his world. There's a lot to learn.

Good thing he got the brains in the family.

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[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

Mort allows the corners of his lips to curl up in a slow smile. "I think I understand what you're getting at."

[aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com]

Again, still in mortal guise, but the mortal-guise icon is just not that expressive. "Yeah. I think you do."

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

Mort tilts his head incrementialy downwards, a bow by any other name. At least for Mort. "Thank you, then, dear Hades. And, if you have need of me, or perhaps use of my services, feel free to call upon me." It won't nessacarily be free, but something can be worked out.

[aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com]

It's never exactly free. That's not how these things work.

Besides, better that than trying to get ending up with mistrust when someone fails to understand it isn't free.

"I may just do that, Mort."

[godofshiny.livejournal.com]

"And perhaps I'll work on an image better suited for your prejudices, next time i come calling." Mort is, briefly, in three of the mirrors on the wall, his image distorting so as to appear as three old women, with only one eye among them, before he fades away.

[aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com]

That gets an eyeroll out of Hades, but once Mort is gone, the smoke fades away from the men's room door-- and just in case there's been anyone out there waiting, Hades goes up in smoke himself.

Hey, it's a big world out there-- lots to see.