๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: there was no fun and no games to be had, not with the current situation. he claps a hand on kianโs shoulder with brows furrowed, chucking his chin in another direction.ย โyo. you got a second?โ he doesnโt wait for an answer, plucking kian from whatever heโs doing by wrapping an arm around the manโs shoulder. because, obviously, whatever gus had found was more important than the bullshit kian was doing at the moment.ย
when theyโre far enough out of ear shot from any passersby, the son of nike leans in conspiratorially.ย โlook, donโt freak out, ok?โ he says, ushering the son of hecate into what seems like a nondescript satyr hut,ย โitโs just, i think --- i think thereโs been a murder, bro.โ it sounds like a joke, but it doesnโt seem like one - because, as they enter the hut, there is 100% a corpse seated at a breakfast nook.ย
itโs fresh, and clearly missing an arm - but thereโs no blood anywhere.ย โyou think it was magic?โ gus asks, giving them the impromptu roles of detective (gus) and sidekick (kian, obviously),ย โmaybe someone really wanted him dead, you know? thereโs a secret here, and weโre not leavinโ til we figure it out.โย
realistically, it was natural causes.
but gus didnโt exactly notice those details: all he knew was that there was a dead body, obviouslyย missing an arm, situated right in front of them.ย โi looked around and i canโt find anything, but. i need a second set of eyes, you know?โ he couldnโt find any evidence of foul play because there wasnโt any --- but, then again, magic worked outside the rules of reality heโd come to know since coming to olympus.















