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If Anubis was ever so slightly - damp - as he wandered his way through the exuberance and hedonism of Kanaloas party, it was barely noticeable.  That was mostly because Anubis himself was - barely noticed.  Purposefully so.  He hadn’t been invited, nor had he sought to buy his way into the event...  He’d taken the rather more circuitous route ( one handy thing about being a lawyer, is that you tend to get to know people who have... alternative methods of addressing certain problems... ).

So he’s here.  Shrouded in black and further wrapped within shadow - lingering along the outskirts, avoiding the centre of anything ( especially attention ) like one of the bygone plagues.

Every now and then he feels the scrape within his alter-self - scales grinding about their pivot, unsettled and craving balance ( and possibly some WD40 ) ... A sure sign that there were other deities within the immediate vicinity.  And it’s a torn purpose.  He’s here to see if he can see anything - untoward - ( though ‘untoward things’ tended to happen around a lot of the deities on a daily basis, so that might be more difficult than originally anticipated... ) - something that might hint at a more nefarious intent.. Something that might give him more of an inkling about what may have led to Pans recent mortal demise ( and still no word of his alter-self from the immortal plane... ).  But how to observe without getting too... close.

A rather inconvenient problem.

Though something that would be unlikely to be a problem for too long... Because the scales squeak at proximity and there’s a subtle change of texture in the air...  Almost as though something fine and silken had drifted across his face like a gossamer veil...

...Which meant... Oh...  No...  Not now...  Not here...