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Name(s): Daryan Crescend, Hades Pantheon ( CLSD )
Location: Kitchen → Whenever They Wander
Week: 42
Time: Early Afternoon
Rating: PG - PG13.

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[whoaismyhairout]

Hades entered the kitchen with his customary scowl in place, a sort of hunched over nature to his gait as he listlessly continued forward into the kitchens. He didn't pay the magical rats any mind as he wandered in the direction of the fridges, rubbing his temples and trying to forget about the completely agonizing day he had been subjected to. Children laughing, sunshine filtering into his office, miserable. Completely miserable.

Topped off, of course, by the fact that his dry martini mixes were completely bereft of olives. Typical. Completely typical.

Hades looked up, seeing someone already blocking the lovely way to the fridge where his garnish was located. Great, now he couldn't get properly sauced because the sauce was being denied to him.

"Oy, guy with the dead yeti on his head, move aside so I can get some necessary supplies, capiche?"

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It took a lot to keep from seething into the fridge, but to find nothing, abso-freakin-lutely nothing. That was it. What on Earth were they giving those kids? More importantly, why. It was perfectly good food, so why waste it on a bunch of brats. He sighed, again, turning around only to bump into someone. Scowling, Daryan lifted his gaze to see Hades. "Necessary supplies, ..? Che, good luck. It's been scavenged by all the little poachers here." He breezed by Hades, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Dead Yeti? Hardly. It's called hair. Try it. Or at least find yourself a toupee."

He snickered, walking around one of the counters dividing the kitchen. He looked it over, noticing several scraps and crumbs. He shook his head as he restrained himself from slamming his fists to the counter. He was getting real sick and tired of this place. "I am surprised that there isn't a lounge, with a fully stocked fridge, for the Staff. Instead, we get to frisk the kitchen for the scraps. Not my idea of a good time."

[whoaismyhairout]

The hair on top of Hades' head flared to a light pink shade of irritation when the yeti-head stated that the fridge had been scavenged by children and their disgustingly unfortunate need to eat.

"You've got to be kidding me," Hades said, yet again rubbing his temples more frantically. A dry martini was not a dry martini without an olive, and Hades was a man of class. It was so amateur to have a drink without the garnish, and it was one of those teensy tiny little annoyances that just pushed him that much closer to the edge of his temper.

And then came the attack on the hair.

Hades face was dark, drawn together in a tight frown as the flames flickered dangerously, "A toupee? I can come up with something a little more inventive," his hair rose a little, "Off the top of my head. Maybe that dead polar bear's blocking the air to your brain or something. Your ever so snappy retorts are a little hairbrained, if you know what I mean. And babe, I think you do

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"If only." Daryan replied offhandedly, already combing the kitchen from something else, anything else, to eat. It was surreal to find absolutely nothing in the kitchen. Not only that, but just a little unsettling. Sinking against the counter top, Daryan wafted a brow at Hades; the earlier attack on his chrome dome apparently having hit close to home.

He snickered, watching as the flames danced furiously atop his head. "Is that the best you could come up with, a dead polar bear. I'm surprised that you hadn't made a remark regarding the somewhat phallic nature in which I style my hair. Well, maybe it's for the best if you don't."

He grinned, obnoxiously so, as he crossed the kitchen. "You are as charming as ever, Hades." The sarcasm so readily spilling from his mouth was more than enough to effectively drown someone, but-- He digressed. "Maim, ..? I think the board would be a nice start." He replied in a whisper, a dark smirk stretching across his face, if but, for a minute