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Anubis, God of Embalming and the Dead (@mpanubis)

It’s been a little while since Hades spoke to Anubis at the hospital, but he still remembers agreeing with the other to grab a drink together and have a chat. As gods dealing with the dead, they figured there’s a lot they can share with each other about the way the world works. And currently they have yet to make such conversation happen.

Which is why Hades had left a note at Anubis’ office asking the other god for them to meet up that particular night for drinks. He’d appointed the Honeypot as their place of meeting, mostly because he likes the drinks there so much, and had assigned an hour of 9 pm in order for the both of them to have managed grabbing dinner already before meeting up.

It seems like the best way to meet up, making sure that the both of them can have settled their business and just arrive for a nice and comfortable chat. Which is exactly how he gets there, fifteen minutes early so he can secure them a good table, and already ordering himself a pint of mead to be able to spend his time waiting for the other god to arrive at ease.

He’s become quite fond of the Honeypot, even more so of its current owner, and so spending time there hardly tends to be a chore. But having a pint to keep you company is always better than being alone, after all.

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one could say that the stories of ancient gods are bound to coincide at some point. one could believe that these ethereal beings find each other like moths to a flame, attracted by each other’s power. one could say that the world is but a playground to the gods, and that they do as they please without having to face the consequences. one could say any and every one of these things, but that doesn’t necessarily mean one would be right.

the truth is often much darker and much less easy on the ones undergoing it.

so it is that, a long time ago tohil found himself on one of his usual rounds over the island. it happens probably before any of the current half-mortal inhabitants of mount phoenix were even born. with technology not at the height as it is now, and mount phoenix not as densely populated. in more of the beginning of the island’s time, perhaps. or perhaps exactly when it happens is not as important, more so than what happened in itself.

back in that time, tohil would go past all the old, unused buildings on the island one by one and set fire to their insides, cleansing them of dust and debris in order to allow newcomers to have a place for themselves to reside in too.

which is exactly what he’s doing on that day that his paths cross that of another deity, one that he would proceed to have a long acquaintance with afterwards, but that he knows very little of yet at the time of their meeting. in one of these yet unused houses that has crumbled a little under years of disuse.

as always, tohil looks around himself for a while, gauges where all the usable furniture is. he walks through the house first, so he knows what it consists of and what he needs to burn, in order to not burn the things that do not require his attention. when he’s done taking it all in, he goes back to the middle of the ground floor and closes his eyes.

the concentration required comes to him easily and tohil lifts hands in front of him to first call the flame to his palms. it hasn’t been that long since he’s regained his fiery abilities and so he still relishes in the simple use of them. it fills his blood with a rush that courses through his entire body pleasantly, but he makes sure not to let it carry him off in too much of a bliss.

Kibum looked at his uncle (probably, he figured but who knew what his family tree entailed), his tail literally between his legs, curled around one to give away his discomfort. Kibum had been in and out of Mount Phoenix since he turned 18 so he’d known plenty of people who came and went, a small number of which that had passed on. But by asking how to come to terms with it, Kibum didn’t know that the god wanted him to do physically, in a graveyard.

“What if there’s someone buried here who hated me when they were alive?” He mumbled but he took a few steps forward anyway, spurred on by the other’s urging, right into the entrance of what could have possibly been the most terrifying graveyard in existence. 

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Looking up from the papers on his desk, Anubis followed the god’s gaze toward the Ibis. “Ah. Yes, it’s a Sacred Ibis,” he explained. Brown eyes travelling over the taxidermy in his private office at the hospital, a respectful smile graced his usually stern looking features. The Sacred Ibis was connected to Thoth, one of his fellow Egyptian gods whom Anubis respected. Thoth had been at his side every time he Weighed a Heart and he had to admit he quite missed the presence of the other. Gaze returning to Hades, who was the director of the hospital, Anubis leaned back into his seat. “Is there something I can help you with?” Wondering if one of his clients had put down a complaint regarding the taxidermy animals in his office he gently dropped his pen on his papers.

Hades smiles and nods as he is given an explanation of the bird by his fellow god, then lets his gaze wander around the office. Much alike to his own, including the paperwork scattered across the desk. Apparently lots of papers wasn’t just a thing for the director of the hospital. He can’t help feeling a little amused.

Still, it’s Anubis’ next words that pull his gaze and attention back to the present. “Ah, I just came by to visit.” Hades smiles amicably, coming to a stop across from Anubis’ desk and leaning his leg against the chair that stands there. “I apologise for taking so long, I didn’t realise you worked here until I saw your name appear on a couple of papers.”

Hades lets out an amused chuckle. The hospital’s a big place, after all, and he’s been working hard on getting to know all the modern medicine and technology used in it. Between that, spending time with his brother and bugging his favourite nurse on the job, there hadn’t been much time left to figure out that another god of the dead was residing in Mount Phoenix as well. And if Hades was fond of anything, it was of his fellow gods.

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“Father I do not believe that spirits have inhabited your apartment.” Anubis sighed and rubbed his fingertips over the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm down the frantic Osiris. This seemed a little strange for the God of Judgement to see considering his main inhabitance was the underworld where spirits were a frequent thing. “Besides you are a spirit inhabiting a body yourself, are you not? What have you to fear?” The man pulled off his boots as he still stood in the entrance. He had come to visit the old man after he received a text from him asking him to visit. “Did you call me over here because that happened? Does the lamp still turn on and off when you flip the switch?” 

he makes an exasperated sound when anubis tells him he does not believe spirits have inhabited osiris’ apartment, his eyes narrowing lightly at his son as if he can’t believe the amount of disrespect and disbelief he’s being faced with. when he’s then told he himself is a spirit inhabiting his body so he has nothing to fear his mouth shapes into a quite comical o-shape that goes accompanied by an upset little noise of displease.

“i can’t believe...” he starts, but then anubis asks if the lamp still turns on and off when he flips the switch and that just makes him sputter through a few absolutely speechless sounds of offence before he lifts a hand as if to shake a finger at his son - who at this point looks more like his father than the other way around.

“the amount of disrespect!” he scolds with the least convincing amount of innocent offence in his voice. “i can’t believe you came all this way just to make fun of your dad! i thought i’d raised you with better manners, what is this!?” the truth is there wasn’t much raising to do with anubis, who probably came into existence mature and ready to judge the souls of the dead, but that is an entirely different story.

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the island is new. a new place, a new start. a new time in his life where he is honest about who he is beyond the face he uses. the latter is the most nerve-wrecking part of it all. but one good thing born from it is that he can freely visit his precious son when he feels like it, and this particular day he decides to do so at the place where anubis works.

it’s been a while since he last saw him considering they were both living life as they saw fit in the mortal world and rarely (at least in his case) visited their unearthly dwelling anymore. there is a well-guarded temple there with his body safely encased and hidden away inside, but he only goes back for those moments in time it takes to leave one body and take over another. if he needs a break he doesn’t take it in the underworld, after all, he just takes it in the body of an old mortal, spending a few more weeks or months with the person’s loved ones than they would’ve otherwise gotten.

human life is frail, but beautiful, and he treasures it more every single time he takes up one of them at its end, after all.

but all that being said, he’s currently on a pair of bright green roller blades with sapphire blue wheels that he turns sideways to come to a neat stop right in front of the door of the stop and paws. he doesn’t even hesitate in opening it, stepping over the threshold and then rollerblading his way over to where he recognises his son. he has no doubt that anubis will recognise him in turn even if the face he wears is different every single meeting they have these days; his soul is still the same, after all.

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Blair was proud to say that she wasn't scared of much; ghosts maybe and a good horror movie always had her trembling, but life in general never fazed her. Even in Jeonju she had somehow gotten involved with the tougher crowd, laughed in the face of situations that could have easily gone wrong, and so the prospect of being 'kidnapped', even if by some God-she-didn't-really-know-who-wore-a lot-of-black.

With her usual sarcastic expression, she looked up at him with a raised brow. Her demeanor was stronger than what one might expect from a girl so small. "Well, it's either kidnapping or a serial killing - though I noticed that you're not carrying any sharp weaponry so I assumed it wasn't the latter," she retorted, "Why else have you been walking right behind me since I left the bar?"