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He knew it! He fucking knew it and now he finally had the opportunity to catch that sneaking thief in the act. As he waited for the next sound to emit out of his apartment, he laid his hands on the doorknob, itching to twist it.

Whoever was behind that door better have an elite healthcare plan or just dumb luck to get away from the demigod. He was livid. If there was one thing in the world that he hated more than his lousy parents, it was having his privacy disturbed. As one of nine, Maxim worked for the privilege of privacy all his life, and bless the poor soul who would stand in his way. 

Had his food gone missing one time, he might have considered it a mistake, a slip of the mind on his part, maybe even a rat that just really liked sweets. The second time that it did, he knew something was wrong. A third time would not happen to him standing idly by. 

“What the-” his voice was an uncontrolled mumble as he pushed open the door and rushed inside. Other than one little detail, everything looked the same as he left it. His bed was still made, his kitchen still tidy, and the clothes on the armchair in the living room were still a mess of thrown around fabric. Everything was the same—except for her. His eyes were fixed on her, only seeing the food she was holding out of his peripheral vision. He was much too occupied to care about anything else, other what the most painful way of cutting somebody’s hands off would be. ‘Who is she and how dare she?’ he might remember to ask her that before he’d cut her tongue out. Bummer if he doesn’t. 

With a quick kick backwards against the door, it slammed shut. Whichever way she entered through, the front door was not the one she was going to exit out of. And almost as if the bang of the door was a gunshot to start a race, Maxim launched into a sprint. 

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the demigod of morrigan was sure that she had somehow found a perfect place in the firestation to take a nap without anyone possibly managing to find her. 

and yet.

yet.

she wakes to the feeling of unfamiliar arms around her. 

the first thought is that maybe viggo or ahri being the ones that had found her---though the thought of it was removed from her mind as soon as she had thought of it.

there was no way that ahri’s arm were this buff.

nor were viggo’s arms that thick.

so who the hell was it that was carrying her? she cracked an eye open with the loudest yawn possible, her hands reaching over and taking a measure of the man’s thick forearms with the grip of her hands, poking, grasping and prodding.

this was no one that she knew. 

no way in hell someone had thick ass arms like that.

almost instinctively, her fist clenched, and a loud thwack could be heard as she swung her fist violently in the direction of her carrier’s face.

“uhm. who the hell are you?” 

The day had started with a rather odd call. Someone reached MPPD about a stranger sleeping nearby the Fire Station and to relieve his colleagues from such a nuisance, Cedric decided to take care of the situation, considering he was heading to MPFD, either way, to inquire further regarding a fire whose origins seemed rather suspicious. Being done with that task rather quickly, Cedric asked to be guided towards the slumbering stranger and to his surprise, that person was none other than his half-sister.

Despite never exchanging a word with Irelia, Cedric was aware of her existence as the girl's infamy was known in the Police station. If not for his quick reflexes and equally enhanced condition, the fist would have landed right on his face, but instead, the punch just briefly brushed his right cheek.

Before the other could start skirmishing, Cedric put Irelia down cautiously and took his hand to massage the sore spot on his face. "Hello Irelia." Despite dodging the majority of the punch, Irelia still shared Morrigan's genes so it still did some damage. "This isn't exactly the way I intended us to meet but-" Now leaving his face alone, Cedric crossed his arms and gave the other a brief bow. 

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since taho and viggo were getting along so well, viggo gave taho his house code so if the catboys (well, technically cat men) wanted to lounge about and have dinner, that would be a great opportunity for them to talk more. now that taho was more comfortable, he was starting to show off his feline features more often and today, his black ears were exposed, pressed flush against the soft pillows on viggo’s couch that he was currently napping on.

it was all thanks to viggo, really, that taho was just now starting to like the idea of showing off his ears to others. he was still shy about walking around mount phoenix with his hats and baggy sweaters removed but he could do it for viggo. for his eldest half-brother.

"Get a pen. Ares. Hwiyoung. Any love god or goddess, probably... That Irelia girl seems like a bit of a loose canon, too. Oh, and I get a yucky vibe from that new guy, Seonghwa."

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Sihyeon did not really know what was going on. She had been out flying, trying to burn off a weird nervous energy she had been feeling all day, and the next thing she woke up on a bench with a strange woman standing over her. She must have hit something. Or passed out. Or something else went wrong. Who knew? Her powers had always been weirdly temperamental.

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 A few years before Hephaestus made his way to Mount Phoenix 

The god had found his life rather intriguing. He rather liked this whole idea of being hot and getting things to go his way without even working hard for them. As someone who rarely had the chance to be like this back on Olympus, the god was rather satisfied. Of course, if he was anyone, he’d find his wife and make her incredibly jealous of what he was now and rub it in Ares face but he would rather explore and vibe around.