#studiousmindsrp

After two days of exploring the city and getting himself a job, Hades is now at a point where he’s actually trying to make sure he knows what he’s doing at his particular job. And so, the Mount Phoenix library is his place to go. In order to read every book in existence on medicine and everything related to it. After all, a man can’t properly run a place if he doesn’t know what goes on inside. He should know, the Underworld would have long fallen apart had he not known how to keep it together. He does quite pride himself in his work, after all.

He pushes open the doors of the library and walks in, asking the first worker there where he can find the books on medicine, and then heads straight over to the section they tell him to be. He’s infinitely grateful that at least books still exist in this era of intelligent phoneys and going surfing on the interwebs, because if that were what he would’ve had to search through for information on anything, he probably would have just opened up a hole back to the Underworld and crawled back in.

Shaking his head a little because of his thoughts, Hades strides into the scientific section, glancing around to check the labels and find the specific part he needs. Books on medicine are plentiful, he has already learned, but he only needs to read the most recent ones, because medicine keeps being further developed day by day so anything older than the newest might already be outdated again. For a small second, as he thinks about it, the interwebs seems like not such a bad idea, considering how fast you’d have to write an entirely new book otherwise. From what he’s learned about it, thing son the interwebs are much less solid and much easier to change.

But then again, that also means any dumbo with an interwebs surfboard can change whatever they want in whatever text, so how exactly is anyone really sure that anything they find there is going to be true? It baffles him, really, this modern generation and everything they’ve come up with so far. He wonders when they are going to invent the things that will make the gods’ jobs entirely useless. He can already imagine a tiny rectangular device greeting dead souls at the entrance to the Underworld. Cerberus would howl until it broke, for sure.