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Felix had never taken care of a sick person before, as far as he could recall. He had also never been sick in his recent memory, either. So when Hyuna fell ill, he was determined to take care of her, even though he did not really know how. After all, she was not good at taking care of herself (usually because she was too busy looking after him), so he had to make sure she was properly resting and cared for.

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Long hair that fell over his dark eyes, a chiselled face and a glass of gin in his hand - Hwiyoung was out for fun. He met her eye from across the bar, a woman who seems to exude the most effortless allure - well, the most effortless for someone who likely wasn’t Aphrodite’s child (because he lived with Bree for years and far too many men fell for that). His unwavering gaze took in her appearance - the curves, the tight skirt and that soft expanse of pale skin - she was easily the most interesting person at the club that night, not to mention to most attractive, and so it didn’t take Hwiyoung long to decide. Jackpot.

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it’s the middle of the night when tohil strides up to the police station, calmer than he was a few hours ago, wearing a new set of clothes and fire subdued to the tiny flames licking at his fingers. he makes sure to stay far away enough from other people, aware that his entire body still radiates heat like an overstoked furnace and unwilling to hurt anyone because of it.

but he feels like it’s only helpful to let the people organising any search parties know where he will be searching, scourging the forest for any sign of his daughter and dakota - who has apparently also disappeared, as if losing one child wasn’t bad enough already. so he enters the building, careful not to touch too many things and to reduce his body temperature a little once inside.

he bypasses everyone waiting to get information, simply walks right up to the person who is indicated as being the one trying to make everything go according to plan and calmly announces that he will be going into the forest to find his daughter - if they could be so kind as to call him if she is found while he’s gone. he dictates his phone number which is hastily scribbled down, then turns and walks back out.

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“That’s a fair point, darling.” Hyuna laughed. “Though I’ve never actually been on a date with someone who ordered raisin bran… and I’ve been on a lot of dates, trust me.” Aura was, well, Hyuna’s complete opposite. The sweetheart had no experience with love or sex or anything in that area, and Hyuna understood everyone’s need to protect her from all evil.

Someday, someone would have to teach her these things. And perhaps Hyuna would be that someone. Not that she’d seduce Aura, oh no, that was just… weird. No, but Hyuna was an excellent teacher regarding sex. Not romance, but there were more than enough people on this island to take care of that one. “If you’re ever on a date and the person you’re with orders raisin bran… just make sure they have redeeming qualities.”

Hyuna was everything that she was not and, in that aspect, Aura really admired the older girl. She was just so pretty, confident and she knew how to talk to boys - not that Aura had had any thought of talking to a boy that wasn’t a platonic boy friend. She was still waiting for her perfect prince to come along. “But what’s wrong with raisin bran?” she asked with a confused tilt of her head, “Haven’t you tried it before, Hyuna? It’s yummy and it’s actually a pretty health cereal! If my date ordered that, it would mean that he makes sensible decisions.”

Sehun doesn’t like the elevator of his building. He hasn’t ever since he got stuck in it somewhere in the beginning of his first time at Mount Phoenix. So usually he doesn’t even use the damn thing. Considering his apartment is not on the ground floor, it’s easy to leave his balcony door open and fly away whenever he needs to go somewhere.

However, some days are exceptions and today is one of them.

Because he’s got his pride, even if no one sees him. He doesn’t want to be considered the guy who didn’t even dare taking his elevator down - not even by himself.

Turns out he picked the wrong day.

It starts out alright, of course. The elevator doors open, he gets inside, the doors close again. There’s a young woman in the elevator with him who seems harmless enough and doesn’t try to have smalltalk with him, which is very nice as well.

Then they reach the floor below his and the doors open to reveal no one waiting to get in. Sehun raises his eyebrows lightly for a moment, considering who would be so childish as to press the button for the elevator when they don’t even need it. Or who got impatient enough to press the button, then take the stairs after all.

Luckily the doors soon start to slide closed again and Sehun decides it won’t be long now until he reaches the ground floor and can get out of this electrical contraption.

Right before the door is entirely closed, however, the lights inside the elevator flicker ominously and the usually relaxing sounding music turns into some sort of demon-summoning horrorshow because the same few sounds are repeated over and over for a few horrifying seconds.

Instantly Sehun’s shoulders are squared, the gaze in his eyes turning into that of a cornered animal as he prepares himself to break down the damn elevator doors if he has to. A growl that starts deep inside his chest makes its way past his lips but he doesn’t even realise it because of the tension that has put is raising the hairs on his arms.

Goddamn fucking elevators!

“Alcohol?“ Hyuna says as a joke, but there really isn’t anything funny about the way she’s leaning against the bar, struggling to stay upright. “The last nights have been rough, okay?“

It would be easy to interpret this as her having a string of difficult clients, but that’s not all Hyuna’s talking about. After her conversation with Morrigan, she hasn’t been able to get her father out of her head. When she was younger, he was never of importance to her, but now she’s asking herself the same questions over and over again. Why did he leave? Where is he now? Does he even know she exists? What would he think of her?

“Do you have some chips or something?“ Food is a priority right now. She feels nauseous and empty, like she could fall over at any moment.

She could tell. Blair hated to admit it, but she had had her eyes on Hyuna since the first night that the woman walked through the bar door. Time and time again, she watched the demigoddess come arm-in-arm with a different man. However, no matter how distasteful he seemed, she always carried with her an aura of control - strength. The Hyuna before her was different though; she was tired, evidently plagued by something that Blair didn’t have the right to after about.

“No, we’re out,” she lied - as in the bar didn’t have chips. But what the woman needed was a proper meal, not deep fried snacks. Staring at her for a long moment, Blair sighed and rolled her eyes, signing to her colleague before walking around the bar table. “Come on, I’ll get you some real food,” she responded gruffly, pulling Hyuna toward the door by her sleeve - not wanting to really touch her hand, “This is just because I have left overs at home anyway and I don’t want them to go to waste. Plus, I’m finished anyway and I don’t want my co-worker to have to try and feed your chip fetish.”

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Anubis was a god with many tasks. One of them was guiding lost souls both to as through the Duat. A task that more often than not proved to be tricky considering not all souls wanted to go to the underworld. There were some who so desperately clung to life that they honestly had not clue they were dead. Over time Anubis had become used to be the messenger of ‘bad news’.  To be seen as ‘a bad omen’ by many of the souls he had to guide to the chamber of Truth. Talking to lost souls, letting them realize they could not stay here and taking them with him has almost become as easy as breathing for him.

At Mount Phoenix Anubis hadn’t come across many lost souls that fell under his jurisdiction. Every pantheon had their own gods of the dead, so naturally Anubis would only meddle in the business of those few souls that belonged to the Egyptian one. Even when the gods of certain pantheons weren’t around to help those lost souls out. It was not his task to guide those souls to their respective underworld. He only knew the way to and through the Duat anyhow.

Clothed in his usual black attire the Egyptian god strolled through the streets of the city of the gods. Searching for lost souls who needed guidance, he eventually came across a couple of them harassing a young female he had seen before. It wasn’t the first time that he had seen how the demigoddess got harassed by what mortals easily called ‘ghosts’. She must have inherited that -lovely- trait from one of her parents. At least his children wouldn’t get harassed by ‘ghosts’.

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“Who said I needed rescuing?” But she was barely covered in the torn dress she had to hold up to keep it in place, and there were bruises on both her arms from where she’d been gripped too hard.

The man who’d caused the bruises was still inside, probably. Hyuna shivered in the cold air of the night. When her client had gotten too violent, she’d hit him over the head with the next best thing she could find (a wine bottle) and made a run for it. She then more or less bumped into this stranger and asked if he’d mind joining her for a walk. Her plan was to minimize the distance she’d have to walk by herself to get to her apartment.

“So are you gonna join me? I really don’t have all night.“

Hades takes in the appearance of the demigoddess opposite of him and feels angry as he does. How there are people with these types of manners even on Mount Phoenix baffles him. But then he thinks of some of the other gods and it doesn’t become that much of a surprise anymore. Only even more despicable. Barely managing to repress the anger from flashing over his features, he allows his eyes to wander over their surroundings to check if someone’s coming after the demigoddess. Sadly no one shows, meaning he can’t get into a well-deserved fight with whoever it was that has mangled up her dress as it is.

Wasting no time in pulling off his coat, he moves to put it around the demigoddess’ shoulders. Wrapping it tightly around her, he waits for her to take it over from him so it will stay around her, before he lets go and then motions for her to lead the way. “I’ll join you. But you better know I’m not leaving your side until you safely enter an actual apartment or house.”

A soft word whispered under his breath summons a Hell-hound right behind them to watch his back so he can keep his attention on his current charge without having to worry about being suddenly ambushed. He doesn’t make the creature visible to her eyes, however, considering the fact that he knows close to nothing about her and it might scare her more than the thought of whoever had done this to her.