#mpxhel

As usual, first to arrive, the Celt was a man of punctuality and was comfortably seated, sipping tea out of a porcelain cup. There was just something delicate about porcelain and the Celt was intrigued, his gaze falling on the edges of the cup as he took sips of the sweetened black tea. He looked up from the drink to see his companions approaching. Of course, they weren’t late at all but the Celt could color himself amused. “You’re late,” he states, his tone almost joking. 

“You look nice by the way” he murmurs out of the side of his mouth, before lifting a hand to tap on his chin. “Maybe we could tempt it down with something?” He announces clearer before nodding. “With my children bananas always used to work!” He hums, nodding as he looks over to her again. 

Upon seeing the petite, yet no less fearsome, death goddess Hel, giddy with it’s trickery, the spirit had wound Rowoon’s long arms around the goddess and cling to her tight, pressing her into his chest with a happy coo as his cheek presses to her hair. She was comforting, as a shepherd of souls, but also it felt like getting one up on her. He was here and alive again, there was nothing she could do about it! In reply to her question he only grins, Rowoon’s face contorted with a wide, almost clownish grin that was definitely not his own. Permission? He didn’t need permission to live.

“You must be crazy. I could say the same thing.” A hand once again outstretched to demand for that 4-carat ring Hel once again attempted to claim as her own, he beckoned her over, though for something else he needed her help with. From looking at all the items she fancied, he gathered her tastes were of quite an exceptional level, and his other hand clasped at the cushioned tray where two pairs of earrings sat, gleaming in all their glory. He was seeing Psyche today - but Hel didn’t need to know that. “Now, give that ring back and tell me...” How would he put this lightly? In the most nonchalant, unassuming way possible? “... which pair is nicer?”

“Hand it over.”  A jeweled cuff glowing in mid air, wandering around the room? Tsukuyomi sighed, lamenting at the gradually more valuable items Hel ‘takes’ from within the store. With a hand extended, he gestured at the younger goddess while staring off into space as usual, only grinning with satisfaction when he heard the cuff sliding across the glass counter. “Thank you,” he singsonged, picking it up and slipping it into his own wrist, before clearing his throat slightly. “Don’t you have better things to do around here? Like go out for coffee with girlfriends or something?”

"I am Xiwangmu, medical director here at Asclepius. How can I help?" Couldn't have the poor souls wandering lost, now, could they? Being the queen of paradise within her own pantheon, she understood the worry that came with one wandering outside their realm.

Though a petite woman, there was something about Xiwangmu's regal stature and elegance that made her presence far larger than her body seemed. Within her own pantheon, she had what she considered to be an amicable relationship with deities associated with death. But outside of her pantheon? It was another story. She attempted to keep her demeanor pleasant and downright civil as she countered, keeping her hands in the pockets of her immaculately-pressed white coat. "Then why are you wandering around my hospital?" she asked. "Patients should be in their rooms. Visitors should have a pass." Order, routine, these kept the patients safe and that was her top priority at Asclepius.

“Yes, Hel, jealous of you and your lover,” he tossed out quietly but with exasperation, the sarcasm spilling from his words. Hel’s tendency to get smart with him was getting worse and worse, and this only person with the nerve to tease him about Psyche’s departure now stood, smug and amused, and if he told the truth, it always got to him; perhaps not the actual jab, but the way she always knew how to get on his nerves. “Don’t fool me - that on your ring finger is my work.”