Creepin' it up like old times [Active/Open]

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Hades and whoever he finds/gets found by
Content: Hades has some folk to check in on, whether he knows it or not.
Setting: All throughout Paixao; wherever characters want to be.
Time: Backdated week 28, all day.
Warnings: .....Hades.

Due to the possible multiple characters, this thread will be done "party-style".



It was about time the Lord of the Dead got around to more business than simply pressuring his darling Nutmeg. Places he had to be, people to see, terrorize, the usual package that followed behind Hades. Much like the first time he arrived in Paixao, Hades kept on the down-low, sticking amongst the shady corners of Paixao, moving by shadow.

Oh, certainly the god's quiet would not last long - it never did with Hades - but for now, there was business to attend to...

...who would find themselves a part of it?

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[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

Spira had dredged up many memories for Auron. They were never far from the surface to begin with, but being in the same places and seeing them right there was a completely different matter. His thoughts, despite himself, had wandered back to the past more times than he would have liked, and so it was some time before he began to feel as though he were being watched.

Behind his sunglasses, Auron's eyes narrowed and he stopped where he was, looking around for the unseen watcher.

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Ah, so he'd been noticed at last? Hades grins widely from his shadowy corners, slipping out from somewhere to Auron's left when he knows that the other is searching for him.

"Auron, buddy." He unfolds his arms and gestures in a way that friends would to one another. Sure, they weren't actually friends, and Hades wanted to ring the guy's neck for messing with his plans (more than once)...

"I think we got off on the wrong foot, don't you. How about we start over, eh?"

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

Auron's mouth drew into a thin line behind his collar at the sound of Hades' voice--recognized from the party the god had thrown, as well as his occasional posts to the network. Auron supposed it was only a matter of time before Hades would have come to see him in person. He should have expected it.

He still didn't know why Hades thought Auron knew him. There were many worlds, however, and it appeared that in some cases there could be other versions of people. Likely it was this one Hades had met. Why Hades couldn't accept the fact that Auron was not the man he was looking for, Auron wasn't sure he would ever know. "There is nothing to discuss," he replied curtly, only continuing to face Hades due to his mistrust. It would be foolish to turn one's back on anyone like the god before him.

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Hades never liked the guy. He rubbed him in all the wrong ways. Even if he was an Auron of a different stream of worlds (which Hades did, by some extent, accept), it by no means excused Auron. There were only two options Hades had for the man: revenge, or to be a pawn.

Nothing else mattered.

Hades certainly could hold a grudge for eternity.

"Auron, Auron. No need to have a face like that. Come, let me buy you a drink. Let's iron these thing out, eh?"

apologies for shortness

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

Hades using his name in such a familiar way did nothing to better Auron's mood. "And if I refuse?"

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Duma was learning to fly under the domes of Paixao, getting used to flying "indoors" for lack of a better word.
He was still curious at the group of beings that had been pulled through the gateway, but one in particular stood out among them. Big, dark cloaked, flaming... A ruler of an underworld. Duma flew to land on a ledge where he could try and see if this was one he recognised. The key to Hell seemed to warm against his skin - It was as though it recognised it's own. But who? Eventually he worked the possibilities down to Hades or Pluto. Oh wonderful, thought Duma. Two cultures with similar mythologies, and if I guess the wrong one, he'll be intensely offended. Duma knew gods to be prickly like that.

Still, Lucifer may have visited him, like he did Yemma. It was worth risking pain to find out if a very old friend was nearby... Or find out what happened after Duma had left.

Duma swooped down to land a little way away from the god. After plucking up a little courage he stepped forward and gave a courteous bow.

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Guys with wings? Not exactly something new for Hades, and hey, it was a bit of a homely reminder, not that Hades wanted such... To each their own. But this... this fella he couldn't quite place. Like he could belong in the world Hades came from, and yet...

Hades wasn't one to tread softly. But here? He's curious. He'll let it play out, and maybe in the end he'll find himself a new pawn. So, congratulations, Duma. You've got yourself Hades' "polite side" - which may not actually be a good thing at all.

He extends a hand in his own form of greeting and a brief grin smile. "Hello, stranger."

City Hall

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

Scar had told Zira some time ago that he had wanted her to meet a few of his...acquaintances in City Hall. Of course, the ones he'd been speaking of were that pathetic human, Hook, and that very odd female, Maleficent. So when he walked proudly into the largest room of the building like it was his own property, he was rather shocked to see a new face.

"And who might you be to grace City Hall with your presence, hm?" It could only be assumed that this...well, it certainly didn't smell human, whatever it was. Nor did it smell like Maleficent. The only scent he could really pick out as identifiable was that of fire, which one would certainly hope for considering the fact this creature seemed to wear a ring of blue flame as a crown. Though what such a crown could possibly display rule of Scar had no idea.

Re: City Hall

[notched-hate.livejournal.com]

As expected, Zira was right behind her beloved Scar as he entered City Hall. When he stopped, she stopped and stared. A frown made it's way onto her muzzle as her mate spoke indicating he didn't know who this creature was anymore than she did.

That put her on immediate alert, watching this blue creatures every move. The crown of fire.. made her wary. His scent didn't help either. Fire.. and death? Her guard rose even further as her body tensed. Didn't Scar notice that? No matter, if she had to she would rush to defend her beloved mate if he needed it. But, for the moment she just remained on her guard and silent, letting him handle the talking.

*LIIIIIIIIIVES*

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Hades was not expecting anyone else from the regular "gang" to be in City Hall. The approach of the two lions causes Hades to pause. It wasn't that he was worried about them - he was a god - it was just that they really shouldn't be here, unless of course the old hag had gone on a recruiting spree.

Which would be unsurprising.

But lions? What, were they Paixao's new craze now?

"Me?" He quirks a brow. "I think I should be asking you that."

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

That wasn't the answer Scar had been waiting to hear, and the fact was quite clear in his less than pleased expression. "You are, I would assume, quite aware of the fact that there really is no easy way to get in here without being of a particular...persuasion?"

Zira's tensing made Scar quite aware of another scent on this male--the cloying stench of death and rot surrounded him. The lion wrinkled his nose in disgust. The fire alone had been bad enough.

[notched-hate.livejournal.com]

The wary lioness continued to be silent as she watched the blue male's every word. She was already sizing him up in case he attacked, looking for the easy to get vulnerable spots. Though the fire worried her a little. Zira considered it a possible problem if a fight did break out.

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

"Hey, once I had a meerkat tunnel his way in." Hades shrugs, then flashes Scar a grin. "Though you don't appear to be the 'tunneling' type. Did our 'Mistress of Evil' invite ya? Don't tell me it was the codfish." Ugh, Hook. Millions of times better than Jafar had been, but really. It was so hard to get good help these days. "... Or are you just walk-ins looking for an interview?" He laughs.

Hades had to hand it to the lion pair... they had a sense of... potential about them...

[i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com]

Scar cocked a tooth-filled grin in return and stepped forward. "Codfish? Is that what you call that pathetic human?" He picked up a paw and inspected it, making quite the show of being more interested in the state of his claws than in the blue biped.

"I followed him here, and was introduced to Maleficent." He brought the paw in to his chest. "I'm Scar, and this is my mate, Zira. She hasn't been here before, but I figured your little group might like to meet her."

[go-thedistance.livejournal.com]

Given how long he'd been in this city, you would think that Hercules would have had some knowledge of how to get around without getting lost too badly. Unfortunately, that wasn't really the case, but in his defense, the city was really big and there were places that he hadn't been to yet.

Hercules found himself in a rather shady looking part of the city, certain that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Hopefully he'd be able to find his way to a more familiar part of town without incident?

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Given how long Hades and Hercules had been in the city, you would think that they would have ran across one another sooner. Perhaps this was Paixao's way of giving Hercules a break. However, that break was now over, and Hades couldn't believe his luck after having a triple-take on the kid.

Kid.

As in.... this may have been Hades' best day in Paixao ever.

"Hey, kid. You look like you're lost. Need some help? I'm the guy to get you outta these sorts of messes." Because that's Hades. Poor-soul-helping-extraordinaire. Most definitely not.

[violet-diva.livejournal.com]

Yzma leisurely walked along the sidewalks of Paixao, passing by Jogo da Crianca, she seemed quite preoccupied with herself. She was holding out a notebook, reading some of various experiments she tried with some of the creatures such as the heartless and lumens, here in Paixao. The power of darkness and light… But what’s the connection? What does it all mean? How can these animals reproduce? What’s their function?

Strolling along, Yzma tapped her pen against her dark red stained lips. Lifting an eyebrow, “They come from the ground… But not from the ground, it’s as if they are made of shadows. How is that possible?!” Yzma growled under her breathe, really this was frustrating her, and she wants to know what these things are.

Lost in thought, Yzma let herself sit down on one of the benches as she chewed a bit at the end of her pen in irritation. Are they animals or something much more? Either way, she wanted their essence, but it seemed almost impossible to reproduce! Unless there was a missing ingredient she needed, but what could that be?

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Hades spied with his owly eyes something that certainly caught his interest. Yes, eavesdropping was quite the hobby of his. And spying, of course. And, well, any underhanded method out there, Hades had probably done it.

So after some silent, hidden observing, Hades sidles behind the bench Yzma occupied, resting his arms along the backing and leaning his head back to grin.

"Hearts," is all he says.

[violet-diva.livejournal.com]

Yzma lifted her head and turned in the direction of who it was that spoke. A tall dark man with a blue flame on his head was behind her. Almost instantly out of shock, Yzma jumped out of her seat with a flail, giving a bit of a short shout. One hand clutching her notebook, other hand holding her chest, this guy almost gave her a heart attack! Yzma than thought maybe she shouldn’t think that, at her age it could be quite deadly.

“Wh-Who are you I-” Yzma spoke, then she started to relax her shoulders, realizing that he did answer a question she posed to herself. “Did… You say hearts?” she asked lifting an eyebrow in curiosity.

[handnorhook.livejournal.com]

“You’re back.” he said, the sour expression on his face matching his tone almost perfectly. From his own spot in the shadows, Hook did not bother to as much as glance at Hades. Instead, he kept his gaze on that in front of him, watching the citizens as they passed. His arms remained firmly crossed over his chest.

“You certainly took your time, leaving me with the two wenches…” The captain continued with a sneer, reminded of the horrid predicament he had found himself in before recruiting Scar. Over the course of Hades absents, Hook had developed a suspicion that the two women he found himself forced to reside with ‘secretly’ desired to do him in. A new addition to their numbers, Scar, would make for a suitable distraction until he devised a permanent solution. However, this newly recruit of sorts had proven far from favourable, perhaps even worse than Ursula regarding his behaviour. “One can only hope such time was spent doing something of use while others were forced to suffer.”

Suddenly Hook turned to face Hades. “You are not to leave me with the likes of those two women again!”