[OPEN][Action log] ...let's BBQ.

[furnace_head]

Characters:  Hades [ furnace_head ] and whoever comes to investigate.
Location: The Communal's lobby/entrance.
Rating: PG, to start. Might go up depending on who drops here.
Time: August 8th, EARLY MORNING. As in, 5 AM.
Description: Hades is trying his hand at creating stuff. Sorta. You peons don't know how to treat gods properly. [Action or Prose log, I'm

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[alphaspider]

[His nerves are still a fair bit on the jumpy side after getting Crane-d, so it's understandable when, after hearing such a loud hammering sound from out of nowhere, at the time when he had finally considered the rest of the city quiet enough to sleep without waking up ten times an hour, Kuroro falls off the couch in surprise. He's on his feet in an instant, ready to kill things.

Right. Sound not coming from the room.

Wild-eyed stare at Kurapika, a quick trip to the bathroom, and then Kuroro is marching outside to make for the lobby.]

...

[How odd.]

You must not have gotten the memo. Construction happens after lunch. [Yawn, leans against a wall because having something solid at his back feels safer.]

[furnace_head]

[Hades was working on the whole hammering thing on the first gloriously smashed board. No sense in destroying the rest while he got a hold of the whole hammering thing. He was gonna run out of nails soon, though.]

You start at noon and already miss half the day. It's unproductive.

[alphaspider]

[He pads forward and crouches down next to Hades, to see what he's doing better. Hades doesn't look hostile, the whole corpse look aside.]

That's because everyone else goes to training and classes. What are you doing? [It doesn't look like Hades is MAKING something?]

[furnace_head]

[That snort says exactly what Hades thinks of "training" and "classes".]

I'm bored.

[Shrug]

I'm doing what all gods do when we're bored, start a new cult.

[shadowride]

Celty, who had been roaring around Death City all night in an attempt to both get a handle on her weapon form and familiarize herself with the city, was just a few buildings from the communal when the resounding crack just about sent her spinning into a wall.

Cue an indignant motorcycle bursting through the doors, ready to take out the shooter of the (supposed) gun.

[furnace_head]

There is no gun, just a hammer that got flung in surprise when the door burst open. And which coincidentally sailed over to smack a certain motorcycle on the... well, it smacked her.

"Holy Rhea's tunic, what's the meaning of this!"

Hades hated being startled. He hated being startled even more, when he couldn't just set things on fire.

[shadowride]

Clang.

The impact is enough to make her lose her grip on her form, and a cloud of pitch-black smoke surrounds her as she reverts back to normal.

This, unfortunately, doesn't affect her momentum. One. Bit. So there is now a somewhat rattled Dullahan skidding across the floor towards Hades at high speeds, hammer be damned.

Bombs away.

[furnace_head]

He took less than a second before moving away because - oh, yeah, I'm always solid now - and sidestepped, so that Celty was aiming headfirst - pun not intended - into the wall. Hades watched her with mild interest, but no real intent to help or prevent the painful collision-to-be.

Any second now, he would start clapping.