#thread 022

Icarus knows who Achilles Pithia is. It would be stupid not to, what with the frequency of their visits to Tartarus in recent years and the development of their friendship with Zagreus Rhea. Icarus has even seen Achilles a number of times (most recently in Olympe during the Heteraidia festival), but in the years that the two of them have existed on the edges of each other’s periphery, they’ve never actually spoken to each other. Today, it seems, is the day that changes.

He’s sitting in the dining room alone, ignoring the pastry and fresh fruit on his plate in favor of sipping on subpar machine-made coffee that’s still a little too hot, when Achilles appears in front of him. Icarus hopes the mug still half in front of his face disguises his brief moment of surprise, sets it down and swipes a napkin over his lips before offering what he hopes is a pleasant smile.

It takes a little over fifteen minutes for Nana to arrive in front of Ravi and Marcus’s new home. Out of the handful she’d shown Ravi, none seemed to be the perfect fit. For Nana, this apartment was intricately designed and something that any average individual could wish for. The price, however, had left Nana to blanche. It was not her money, and for that she was grateful. Despite her time spent with Rafael, the amount of money that the Femenias family spent would never make sense to her. Her own apartment had even been too lavish for her, but in order to be as close as possible to not only HQ, but the majority of the Femenias’ family, she needed to be centrally located. 

Still, she’d been asked to provide a safe space for Marcus and Ravi to heal from the trauma of Vincent’s attack. There was still the question of whether or not this would be their ‘forever’ home, but it was not for Nana to question. If they decided they wanted something else, Nana would oblige and tackle the project with as much dedication as she had this time around. 

A lot had changed since her and Ravi’s last conversation concerning his home hunting endeavors -- She was now a power, Ravi now a Seraphim. Not to mention, they had a member of War amongst their ranks. Improve relations. But did they have to do so with Kitty? Especially given the issue that, in Nana’s opinion, still hadn’t been remedied? Did they have to send her off with little knowledge of how exactly she’d be treated? Despite her suspicions, Nana still cared for the younger woman, and Nana’s top priority, despite the crumbling floor beneath her regarding her trust in Kitty, was still her safety. 

But those things could be pushed onto a theoretical back burner, because the moment that Nana pushed open the door, side-stepping one of her own employees who was currently installing the private security system she’d requested, she was met with the very War transfer. Before she can stop herself, she grimaces. “I forgot.” Moving into the kitchen, she skirts around where Zach sits. “Not about you joining us overall, but you joining them.” Nana feels the need to clarify. Nana stops just behind Zach, rifling through some of the items she’d left behind the last time she’d come to their apartment. There was a key code for one of the systems that she had ordered for them and she needed it in order to complete the set up. “You’ve been treated well, I trust?” She asks with a disinterested glance over her shoulder. It’s not that she cares personally, but the idea of him sauntering back to War with stories of mistreatment wouldn’t bode well for the job of looking over Famine.