[ open ] my feet don't glide like they did back then.

[everything_rots]

Who: Hades (everything_rots ) aaaand anyone who wants to meet him. Or doesn't want to meet him.
When: Friday evening, November 26th.
Where: Anywhere. Starting on the streets.
Format: Starting with paragraph, but your choice.
What: Hades arrives in Anatole and decides to walk around. Not exactly the best idea. For the Anatolians, of course.
Warnings: It's a high-

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[samianscar]

Umpteenth day on the not-job and starting to consider joining the official patrol after all. Sodding bollocks, since when did he feel the need to be a part of something bigger -- than anything? The bloody soul again? Or whatever compelled him to get it in the second place?

Or maybe he's just bored. Sad, sad state of affairs when enlisting becomes the entertaining alternative.

Though wouldn't exactly be the first...

Oh, look, horns. Could be a demon. Could be another Singed. Either way, doesn't tip the greyscale to find out. On the side of order and safe streetwalking and, whatever, public fashion sense.

"Oi, Ramses," called Spike. "Yeah, you. You lost?"

[everything_rots]

Inhuman presences are everywhere - neither god nor mortal. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't interested. He was tempted to try a little something (see how they reacted to his Madness, perhaps?) but he heard someone call out in his direction.

Turning slowly to stare at the unknown man, Hades raised an eyebrow. "I'm not familiar with the name," he said, voice slow and measured as always.

"Nor am I familiar with the area." But he wasn't lost. Probably.

It was a good thing that one person at least had a fashion sense, because Hades really wasn't... wearing anything aside from the strange covering of fur around his waist and legs and ridiculously long hair, which didn't exactly count.

Unblinking, Hades watched the blond not-human. But that didn't mean much around here, apparently.

Sorry for wait! ...Especially for the oh so dazzlingly length tag...

[samianscar]

Spike tilted his head, looking Hades up and down. "New, huh? Just arrived?"

it's okay! <3

[everything_rots]

"Time can be measured in different ways." New. Unusual. Sudden.

Interesting.

"It would depend on your perception." Hades smiled, slow and showing no teeth. "If you had only arrived today, then I would not be new. But I would still have 'just arrived.'"

Hades paused again, moving his hand in an equally leisurely fashion to pull long, inhuman nails through his hair - a curiously normal motion for someone so strange.

"You have been here longer than I."