#mphades

starter for @mphades | Phobetor & Hades (dogs borrowed from @mp-anubis) 

“No, now... stop that-” with a slip of Italian leather soled shoes on muddy, cold ground, Phobetor wobbles as he tries in vain to tug on the end of a leash in each hand, strapped to which were two, beautiful, tall and fesity Doberman. Of course for their owner they were poised and well behaved, proud and sleek dogs, but for the last week for Phobetor they had been unruly, rude and now very muddy, house guests. 

Very quickly all of the diligent training that Anubis had installed in his faithful hounds, who where his pride and joy, had crumbled because Phobetor was evidently a soft touch. He was not an animal lover by nature, more a animal appreciator. Dogs could be enjoyed from a distance, but with Anuibis’ extended leave to the underworld, he now had to be much, much closer. It started with small things, the odd piece of food here, sitting on the sofa with him now and then, had dissolved into total anarchy. They took up all of his bed, did not listen, and walking them had become a nightmare. 

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He’s pretty certain Hera knows him well enough to know she won’t be getting out from under this one, but on the other hand he knows her well enough to know she won’t give in without first displaying an unhealthy amount of reluctance. But that he knows just fine how to deal with, luckily.

Hera’s brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed as soon as Hades began to speak. She was a queen and, queens don’t roller skate. Or so she keeps telling herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, she actually was quite excited that a functional roller skating rink existed on the island. It reminded her of good times from the 70s in New York. What she wasn’t excited about was potentially embarrassing herself on an island full of nothing but fellow gods and their children. Beings that knew she was a queen and knew of her past and her status.

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the night is clear and blinking with stars, and zeus hates every single one of them. dead gaseous balls of fire, of light, of havoc raining down from millions of meters away, constant reminders that everything dies, everything burns, everything shifts and changes and explodes into fresh forms, brilliant with color and destruction, just so someone somewhere far enough away to never see that color or destruction can make wishes on them. every time he looks up to see those shattering, blazing crystals, he grimaces and pulls the cloud-cover over him, over the neighborhood, over the town, like a shroud, a blanket to blot out the moon.

his stride is measured yet hesitant, calm only beneath the prism of tight control harnessed and fisted through white-knuckled authority, his muscles taunt and charged, his pace steady and heavy and long. perhaps he’s walking ever so slightly slower than he usually would, reluctance only visible through the smallest of tinges across his nervous system, his fingers stretching, his jaw tightening, the breath threatening to catch and sizzle inside his lungs-- but the street is dark and empty, his hands pressed into the deep pockets of his coat, his head slightly covered by the collar. he is as invisible as a thunderstorm can possibly be, shock-white hair, dark strong eyes, taller than most, sharper than most, all bundled up in his effort to keep from drawing too much attention to himself too quickly. he’s been playing this game a long time; why stop now?

he turns from the main sidewalk, turns and heads for the manticore apartments, knowing exactly where to go and how to get to the rooms designated for the higher gods of his pantheon, already guessing how the layout inside must look, how it must curve and carve and form, where the restrooms would sit, which edge or side of the building would have the better views-- his hundred-plus years as an architect kicking in without his focus. he ignores the idea of taking a space for himself, despite the invitation from city hall, ignores the expectation anyone or everyone might have for the once-king of an entire sect of divinity; strives instead for what he’s sure his brother at least will find most surprising.

he knocks on his door.

and when hades opens it, zeus is not in the least bit surprised that no matter what changes might have occurred in the past millenia since they’ve seen one another, no matter what hardships or blessings, no matter what difficulties or plans or plots might have affected them…. he can still always count on his brother to look thoroughly wry no matter what.

“Good thing I’m a hundred percent useless at sewing.”

Pan chuckled. There were a solid handful of things Pan knew how to do, but handicrafts were not one of them. He knew plants and animals. He knew music. He even knew people, a little bit. Sort of. But manual dexterity? Beyond playing his pipes it was a nonstarter.

“Should we...go get you new ones? Or you can feel free to take them off, you know I won’t mind.”

For those of you who don’t know Hades, don’t worry, because those of you who did know him will find a slightly different man on the island now. Things haven’t been all good and Hades is currently not his very happy-go-lucky self.

He has taken up a different job too this time, buying up the Lion’s Den and leaving behind the hospital and its plentiful paperwork.

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“But, consider this…” Hades looks quietly at the young male for a few seconds before slowly starting to grin. “Wouldn’t it be fun?” Then his gaze goes back to their self-made bowling lane, and he repeats his earlier words.

“I bet you a free meal that you can’t floor that pin with your next throw. Not even if you tilt the earth to set its path.”

He raises his eyebrows in a slight challenge at Mino, then motions a hand for the male to try.

And nobody needs to know there’s a Hellhound standing right next to the pin, ready to keep any and every ball subtly away from it.

The unfriendly look on Mino’s face cleared when the god mentioned the challenge. Naturally, with the way the god presented the way too easy challenge, Mino suspected that there was a fly in the ointment. However, obtaining a free meal in exchange to flooring the pin sounded like a good enough deal. Especially since the god failed to mention what he should do in case he failed. So it was worth the try.

“Consider your challenge accepted. In exhange for me flooring the pin, I get a free meal from you.”

A solemn nod into the god’s direction the next thing he did was making a bowling ball of earth with the solidity of stone. Picking the thing up, as if it was as light as a feather, Mino went to stand in position. Aiming for the pin Mino didn’t use his ability as he threw the ball at it. Pleased to see it was going in a straight line at the pin, the demigod did use his ability then to make it go faster.

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Maxx hadn’t really been focused, he’d been thinking about what he’d read. He hated it, and he knew he shouldn’t. His ex, Daniel was the captain of the Canadian olympic team. It would have been Maxx if it wasn’t for his injury and maybe that was why he felt a tightness in his chest thinking about it all. He didn’t want to deal with this, he had children to coach and he was happy here. Really. He was happy. He had his father in his life and for the first time since he lost his sister he felt like he had a family again. 

He regretted what had happened with Daniel - and he never really got to be hurt about it. They had never told anyone - because it would have ended both of their careers, they’d continued to bring girls to events and act like there was nothing between them. Not even their teammates knew they have been together. In love, although in the end love is just a lie to one person.  They’d lived together in a place with two bedrooms but shared a bed.

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Hera having left his side to go and have some conversation with some people she knew, Zeus was wandering around the party on his own. With his right hand casually being pocketed into his pants the god emitted this particular aura which gave others the idea like he owned the place itself. Glancing around as he looked for familiar faces -which he wanted to talk to because sadly enough he spotted a lot of familiar faces who he didn’t want to talk to- he eventually was able to find one.

Spotting no one less but his older brother standing on his own over at the punch table, the former King of Olympus decided that he should go over to say hello. He’d only briefly said hello to his brother before, when he was going around the party with his wife on his arm. So he didn’t get the proper time yet to truly talk to Hades. “My dearly beloved brother,” Zeus mocked the moment Hades was able to hear him. His gaze travelling over Hades’ rather unique choice of costume for the night, he grinned. “I must say that the green hair suits you. This should be your usual attire.” Coming to an halt at his brother’s left side Zeus easily picked up a still clean cup so he could fill it with some of the Halloween punch for himself.