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Tweak says, "I have to pee in a tree!"

yegods_npc (yegods_npc) wrote in yegods,
@ 2011-10-31 14:11:00

Entry tags:

!log, #npc:amaterasu, #npc:apollo, #npc:bastet, #npc:hades, #npc:hecate, #npc:isis, #npc:ptah, daisuke tendo, simon renaud, sunyoung dupont

The End
Who: Isis, Amaterasu, Hecate, Apollo, Ptah, Hades, Bastet
Where: Outside of Nico's mansion.
When: Early morning of 1 November
What: The Gods clean up the pieces
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Status: Complete

The property was a major disaster area. There was no doubt about that. But something of a calm spread over the area as the master of the house was nowhere to be found and two demi-gods disappeared into the darkness of the underworld to right the wrongs. While the mansion did sustain some damage and zombies still twitched on the ground and a few wandered around aimlessly looking for prey, it wasn’t as bad as it was several hours ago.

The front door suddenly flung open as a rather tall and dark figure took up the majority of the doorway. He was dressed all in black and had more bling around his neck and on his fingers than Kanye West. With huge black boots, he stepped out onto the porch and surveyed the scene with eyes that resembled coals. He muttered, like an old man complaining about taxes, for a moment before he lifted up his arms and all the zombies paused where they were standing and sat on the lawn cross-legged.

“Bloody voodoo gods…” he complained as he stepped down the stairs and onto the lawn. He glanced up at the moon and shook his head. “Bloody magic goddesses…” He touched the dead zombies and pulled out slivers of souls and put them into a bottle among his bling. “Time to take you home before the others arrive…” he laughed humorously.

“Now, now, Hades, not all magic goddesses are that bad…” said a female voice that suddenly joined the conversation. He looked over to a pool of moonlight which cascaded over a female with dark skin who to an outsider seemed to be in a costume that could be labeled “Cleopatra” at the costume store. However, she wore a crown with the symbol of Isis; the circle with two horns coming out the side.

“Good evening, Isis,” Hades responded rolling his eyes as he continued to collect souls, some of them ghosts, to take back to the underworld with them.

“Hades, I know you also have riches and therefore greed to your portfolio, but it was already decided while you had your little house arrest that the souls involved in this mess will be split evenly,” Isis said simply as she adjusted her crown.

“Bite Me, Isis,” Hades answered back as he tagged another ghost out of the air. “I was here first.”

Isis stiffened up at that threat, “I could transform into a cobra and bite you with a poison that will affect you for a thousand years if you’d like…” She gave him a sweet smile. “You are just going to have to be patient while that… child of Hermes and child of Thoth untangle the ley lines.”

“It would obviously make more sense if I collect the souls now and redistribute them later…” Hades said attempting to hide the annoyance in his voice. It failed.

“Hecate… I see you…” Isis commented suddenly as a very pale woman stepped out from behind the trees. She looked absolutely annoyed and held onto one orb but it clearly wasn’t the one she wanted.

“Good for you, Isis. I’m impressed with that eyes in the back of your head spell. No wonder your son is absolutely no fun…” Hecate sneered.

Isis smugly turned around, “You are lucky I have my diplomat hat on right now, otherwise, I’d offer to settle it here right now.” She paused for a moment looking at the orb. “I don’t know what you’re looking for but you know Nikolas’s soul was destroyed a long time ago. And the one with… Steffan is it? Is not that one. But there is the soul of an unfortunate pizza boy and retail salesgirl.” Isis sniffed a little.

“Is it this one?” a new voice joined the conversation. It was a taunting sort of voice, that almost purred. Several feet away, a new person joined the conversation. She wore a slinky leopard print dress and possessed a pair of cat ears and a cat tail. Hers could have also been a costume but it wasn’t. In her hand, lay the cloudy ball that Nico had previously coveted.

“Yes, give it to me!” Hecate demanded.

“Or what? As soon as you toss a spell in my direction, I could drop it… which could mean the souls will be destroyed,” Bastet replied with a small gasp. “And your poor Simon will be forever destroyed. Only memories will remain… and not good memories to my understanding.”

“Do not bring my son’s fate into a game, Bastet!” boomed a female voice from the sky.

“Or my lovely, intelligent, talented, and beautiful daughter!” a dreamy male voice added from the same direction.

The sky turned to a slight pink for a moment before the female ordered, sounding like a flight attendant, “If you are a vampire, please hide your eyes until further notification!”

Two lightless orbs appeared in the sky. One was more orangey red than the other. Then, the two descended to Earth. The orangey-red one transformed into an Asian woman who wore a red and gold and white kimono. The yellow one left a young man with a dreamy look on his face who wore a Greco style robe.

Apollo let out a yawn, “Why does all the excitement happen at night?”

Amaterasu looked rather sleepy herself but her irritation seemed to work something like two monsters, “Bastet… please hand the orb to me.”

“Tough luck, you two,” Hecate said darkly. “Even if you have their souls, they’re vampires. They belong to me. Their bodies will reject them.” She then looked at Amaterasu, whose lip quivered, and used a mocking, childish voice. “Aw… are you going to run and cry in a cave again when things get tough?”

“Hecate, is it really necessary to use such a tone?” Apollo replied airly. “All that is left of your child is in that orb. Can you not understand that all three of us have lost children? True, Amie-chan and I still have children that are… animate. But we cannot see them or hold them or tell them they matter or give them encouragement or write loving poetry about them…”

“Don’t call me that, please,” Amaterasu gave Apollo a forced smile.

“Empathy has never been my strong point,” Hecate sneered.

“You don’t say…” Amaterasu said lightly, her tone sounding rather ironic.

“It is your own children’s fault they now walk among the night and the dead…” Hecate dismissed with a flick of her wrist. “They belong to me. That is the only reason why I haven’t brought out my BIG spells yet.”

“I will make your children pay for eternity if you do that!” Amaterasu growled, her eyes lighting up with fire.

“Aww… poor Amaterasu! She’s worried she will not be able to produce another male heir,” Hecate continued with her baby talk before she thundered. “I predict by the end of this evening your boring son will fully embrace the monster he really is… Apollo’s daughter, well probably give me a week.”

Amaterasu looked livid at Hecate but still managed to hold herself as composed, “So you broke your son so you want to break mine too?”

Apollo piped up, “If you take out the circumstances of this, I would write slash fan fiction about you two…”

“SHUT UP, APOLLO!” Amaterasu and Hecate responded in unison.

Isis, who had been watching the little “cat fight” with interest, almost ignoring the fact that Hades still busily collected souls. She’ll deal with that later. Finally, she stepped up, “Apollo, Amaterasu, Hecate… this is very easy to solve. No need to resort to similar tactics of children. Hecate, release Amaterasu and Apollo’s children from the curse of the vampire and I will call…” she took out a fancy gold iPhone looking phone. “Ptah to create a body for Simon’s soul.”

“How is that even remotely fair?” Hecate glared at Isis. “You are rewarding their children for their lousy choices? Apollo’s child basically was snooping where she didn’t belong. And Amaterasu’s child knew better than to trust my child. The deal was legitimate. Both of their children made bad choices and now they’re mine!” She stamped her foot angrily.

“My son was tricked and drugged and you know it…” Amaterasu scoffed, her royal composure about to crack. Then she dismissed Apollo, “I will agree that his child made a stupid mistake.”

“She was trying to avenge YOUR son because she LOVED him,” Apollo shot back.

“He didn’t ask her to!”

“Amie-chan! You are just saying that because you’re angry at me! You sent one of Thoth’s children as your champion to do what my Lovely Luz – Hee, alliteration – tried to do!”

“At least he was useful…” Amaterasu spat in Hecate’s direction. “He destroyed her evil son!”

Hecate opened her mouth to respond but she was cut off by Isis who rubbed the bridge of her nose, “Fine. Fine. You and your ridiculous deals. Hecate, you can have Maria de la Luz and Daisuke once a month. On the new moon, the night in which the light of the sun does not shine, even by the help of the moon. But you have to turn them back and I will make arrangements with Ptah.”

Hecate glared at Isis for a moment before looking over to the absolutely horrified solar deities, “Fine. But I need the orb.” She hid a smirk.

“You have to shake on the deal,” Isis said sternly. “Swear on the River Styx…”

“What?” Hades was concentrating on something else.

“Swear on the River Styx with Hecate and also, it may be best for you to transform the living zombies back to themselves too, Hades…” Isis replied.

“Oh I already did that…” Hades snapped. “I’m not completely heartless despite Disney ripping me up…” He rolled his eyes before he looked back to Hecate. “Do you swear on the River Styx to turn Maria de la Luz Martin and Daisuke Tendo back to human, to only have control over them on the New Moon in exchange for Ptah of the Egyptian Pantheon to create a body for your son, Simon Renaud so he can return to life?”

“I do…” Hecate said looking hard over at Amaterasu and Apollo with an odd smile. The atmosphere turned red for a moment as a small breeze ruffled the trees.

Bastet, who had been playing with the orb like a cat with a ball, handed it over to Hecate, giving the witch a suspicious look. Hecate snatched it from Bastet and held it high in the air. She muttered a few words in Greek, the air turning blue around her. The crystal turned mostly clear except for one sliver, Simon’s soul. “It is done…” she said as the air returned back to normal.

Isis nodded her head once as she appeared to be texting. The ground shook for a moment as a man in a skullcap and covered in bandages broke out of the ground. He quickly got to work, silently. Stamping the ground, a boulder popped out of the ground. Taking out a chisel, he began to work swiftly, building a statue that looked very eerily similar to Simon. When he was done, he stepped back, appraising his work before turning back to Hecate, holding his hand out for the orb. She gladly handed it over.

He blew on the orb, which dislodged the sliver of silver from it. The bit of silver slipped up the statue’s nostril which transformed the body into that of flesh. Ptah gently touched the heart and the diaphragm which would cause the body before him to take a gasping breath.

“Good?” He looked over at Isis. Isis nodded.

“Now… we shall go to my office…” Isis insisted. “To discuss other issues out of the way of prying mortal eyes. They have no doubt seen enough… Hecate-“

Hecate only looked over and smiled as Simon opened his eyes before she vanished with the wind. Isis groaned, “We’ll deal with that later…”

The atmosphere blurred as the immortals vanished to the higher plane. The dead zombies became skeletons that leaked into the ground. The zombies who were bodies in the ground first joined the dead zombies.

The ones who became zombies were now human again, looking around perplexed. The chaos had ended. Now, it was time to pick up the pieces.

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magienoir
2011-10-31 07:03 pm UTC (link)

無. χάος. Nothingness. The Void. That's essentially where Simon had assumed he'd wind up. Not even a body to prove that he existed. Nothing. And really, that would kind of be okay. At least, he'd be free from the Mortal Coil. No more gods manipulating him. No longer a chess piece or just another litre of petrol on the road to power. It wouldn't be so bad to be nothing.

Some little piece of Simon still remains, though, as he drifts in the blissful unconsciousness of semi-chaos.

In the end, he is just a bargaining chip, but at least, it seems his existence has enough worth for his wayward mother that she's willing to do what it takes to retrieve it.

He gasps, blinking, and falls to his knees as he quite suddenly is hewn back to life. All around him are gods, now disappearing. Still, their presence makes the air electric. It sends the hairs on the back of his new neck hopping up. Completely disoriented, he looks up just in time to see his mother leaving. She leaves before all the rest, even, which stings. He doesn't even have time to call out to her.

He sits up, though remains slumped on his knees. It's very cold outside, and his tattered clothing is little shelter from the wind and frozen ground. "Tu m'as abandonné," he tells the space his mother previously occupied. "Je te déteste." He hears footsteps crunching over the icy ground behind him and slowly turns his head.

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agenttendo
2011-10-31 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Daisuke had quite a night. He injured one of his good friends. He got the magic that was similar to his mother used against him. And he was knocked unconscious. He didn't know how that happened. He was certain if he were mortal, that would have been a lethal blow. When he stirred, he wandered the first floor seeing if he could find trespassers, despite his head hurting him. He was still on orders after all. And he needed his sword back.

Then suddenly, just like that, the strings that wrapped around him were gone. For a few moments, he just stood there as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. It was like a prisoner finally let out of prison after years. What could he do? What was there to do?

Slowly, he decided to head up to the crystal room but before he could, he saw the imposing figure of Hades as he was about to exit the house. Feeling suddenly shy, he stepped away from the door frame and proceeded to watch the show. When he heard his mother's warning, he quickly hid his eyes and looked away from the window, like a good boy. He was so excited to hear even something that resembled his mother's voice. He wanted to look. He wanted to run and hug her. He felt so ridiculously childish. However, he was genre savvy and knew nothing good came from looking.

Then suddenly, he felt the oddest sensation in his chest. It was one he had forgotten about. His mouth burned as his fangs returned back into his gums. The blood began to flow again. Daisuke felt flushed. Then, he exhaled. He exhaled!

"Ehhhhh?" Daisuke muttered as he felt for a pulse. He HAD A PULSE! Then he felt his mouth. No. There was no fangs! He was hungry though. BUT IT WAS A HUNGER FOR FRENCH FRIES! Excited, getting to his feet like a kid running downstairs for Christmas, he ran out the door, not having so much composure as usual.

"Hahahue!" he called as he opened the door. However, when he opened the door, he didn't see any of the gods he had seen. He did notice Simon though and approached him. In a strange way, he pitied Simon in the position he was in.

He squatted down next to Simon, not entirely sure what to say. "Are you... human again? You won't bite me, will you?" he said with a touch of humor.

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crazymaking
2011-10-31 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Nothing good lasts forever. That's the lesson Sunny has learned through this whole ordeal. She'd been instrumental in the deaths of two different beings, only to have the count knocked back to one within hours. She'd seen the gray-faced woman that attacked her and Brady walking around, still confused but flushed, and very much alive. Suddenly, hanging around Brady's roomates had seemed suicidal. She raced down the steps and out the door a minute after Daisuke had, exploding into the cold morning with a sigh.

It had been so hot inside. This was much better. She piled upzipped her jacket with one hand and piled her hair on top of her head with the other, taking stock of her surroundings. She'd missed the whole divine show, but what she did see was at least one rather familiar un-un-dead figure. "Seriously?" she mumbled under her breath, and began stalking in their direction. The count was back to zero.

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magienoir
2011-10-31 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Simon stares up at Daisuke with a kind of deadpan expression. He has been murdered for the second time in a month, his mother didn't even apologize for orchestrating his untimely demise (twice), nor even say hello, and Daisuke is making jokes. He considers punching him. However, he is very tired of violence at this point. Instead, he just shrugs, shivering. "Who knows?" he replies. And it's kind of an honest answer. He isn't sure what he is, because he knows he was killed. Not that long ago? He isn't quite sure. He can still remember his skin and muscle burning away. It was very painful, to say the least. It's not likely something he'll forget anytime soon. So obviously, he's been reconstructed. This is a very creepy concept. He tries to avoid thinking about it.

So now he's human, but there's still the issue of all the people who were out to kill him before. Oh yeah, and he's freezing his arse off. He's not sure what will happen when he comes face-to-face with the motley band of heroes. He's not sure what will happen when they return to the city. Will he be kicked out of the program already? Will he be held back? Can he claim mental illness? Will the college make him go home? American university psychiatry is not very sympathetic, after all. He saw his mother in person. And she just kind of left him here to figure this all out. Oh right, and... he's outside, in the middle of BFE during the waxing crescent moon.

Everything is so momentarily overwhelming that he continues to just sit there, despite shivering. He closes his eyes, so at least he doesn't have a second meltdown tonight. "I think I need to go inside," he says. Of course, then he hears someone else coming, and afraid that it's Ari or Gus or Shuro, he gives up and turns - looking more afraid this time - to see Sunny approaching. The same presence is lingering over her as before, and for a moment, his eyes go blank as he mutters, "Wolf Sister, Air Child..."

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agenttendo
2011-10-31 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Daisuke sighs as he pretty much reads that Simon seems to be upset to be alive again? Or that is what he thinks. He rests two fingers on his neck as he joyfully feels his pulse. While he feels very cold, Daisuke reveled in it. It meant he was alive. As he exhales, Daisuke smiled softly as he saw his air appear like a cloud of smoke. In a moment, no doubt, he would try to look for Shuro. He had injured him. He felt absolutely horrible about it.

He stood back up when Simon said he wanted to go inside. "I need to find Shuro. Make sure he's okay. And to get my sword back..."

He stopped when he saw Sunny. Then he looked over at Simon, sort of perplexed. Wolf Sister? He stopped for a moment as he looked between the two of them.

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crazymaking
2011-10-31 09:12 pm UTC (link)

She'd been close enough to hear 'air child'. That was disconcerting. Even moreso when the man he was with - Daisuke, maybe? - looked her way. She continued to walk forward without stopping, unclipping and peeling her jacket away from her entirely. She wasn't immune to the cold, only resistant, but she could easily stand it for a few minutes while she cooled down anyway.

"Shuro's fine," she chirped, and dropped her jacket over Simon's head unceremoniously. It was far too small for him to wear, but it might stop him from babbling. "He killed Simon." Disappointing, that she had to talk about this in the past tense. Frowning, she lifted a sleeve to peek at the face she'd just covered. "So how are you alive again?"

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magienoir
2011-10-31 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Staring isn't really enough to snap him out of it, so though Daisuke does look very confused, Simon just sits there, gazing blankly at Sunny. He's about to go off on a muddled tangent about criminal gods, punished until the end of time. Then - because they are certainly not on hallowed ground - a length (if garbled) description of some of the dark acts Nico has done here (especially regarding half-siblings of the human variety). Of course, then there's also the imprint of the gods who were assembled here only moments before and the zombies (who have now melted back into the earth, but there's a trace of them, too). Oh, and there's also that stain on Daisuke's soul and a fresh one on Sunny's, too, that seem all too clear to him. All in all, these moonlight grounds are pretty much the worst place for Simon to be right now. He makes a little sound, which might either indicate that he's about to throw up, or the mental strain of this entire thing is about to make him snap again.

And then the coat is tossed onto his head. The line of his back is rigid for a moment, and then, slowly, he relaxes and goes quiet. It's a little like putting a cloth over a birdcage. He lets out a soft, shuddering sigh. He doesn't thank her, because he is conscious enough to know that it's in her best interest, too, to keep him from spouting out all her dirty little secrets. It seems for once - if inadvertently, and if unwillingly - they are complicit in this.

He does cringe rather visibly when she mentions how Shuro killed him. That makes it seem a lot more real. He doesn't appreciate that much. However, he has recollected himself when she peeks under. "I'm not sure. They were leaving when I... came to? One in some weird bandages and a Cleopatra woman and..." His voice lowers a little. "...Maman... Others, too. I don't know. They were all leaving." He sighs, getting to his feet and pulling the coat off his head. He closes his eyes. "Seems it's not that easy to get away from them after all." He holds his hands to his eyes, just to make sure. "I think it would be best if we retired..." And avoided the others as much as humanly possible. "...there are some things I'd like to bring back." Cough. Looting. Cough.

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agenttendo
2011-11-01 02:33 am UTC (link)

Daisuke took a deep breath of relief. Shuro was okay. Then, he heard something about Shuro killing Simon? He looked over at Simon again. What did Simon do? Did Nico make Simon do something? Daisuke knew what that was like. "He had us under his control." His eyes flickered darkly.

He looked thoughtfully when Simon recounted the visit from the gods. "I couldn't quite hear all of it. But Hahaue was there. There was a lot of arguing. I think they were arguing about us. You should be lucky to be alive... and really alive..." He paused for a moment. "I take it Nikolas is gone..."

When Simon suggested they leave, Daisuke glanced back at the house. "I need to find my sword... and apologize for what I did..."

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crazymaking
2011-11-01 02:55 am UTC (link)

Sunny scooped up her jacket as Simon stood, frowning. Going back inside? There were Angry People inside the house. It's the equivalent of walking right back into a dungeon after you've beaten the final boss. No, that's exactly it. "I don't know if you want to do that," she said, and heaved the coat over Simon's head again. It was extra protection against his moon crazies and her own secrets staying secret.

She didn't move to lead him towards the house, at least temporarily self-aware enough of her own terribleness to know she won't be able to stop herself from walking him into trees, walls, her own outstretched feet... "They're still in there," she offered, looking to Daisuke. "They're mad. Maybe let them cool down a bit." And please don't let them find Brady. The mention of Gods does hold her interest, though, and she steadies Simon by the elbow while continuing to inspect Daisuke. This has to be her ungrateful prick of a fake brother. "What did Umma say?"

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magienoir
2011-11-01 11:30 am UTC (link)

The second time the coat is thrown over his head is much like the first: he doesn't resist. He doesn't really care if he needs to be blindered like a carriage horse. He obviously does, and the jacket is somewhat warm, which makes its darkness more comforting than the darkness formed by pressing his hands to his eyes. He's all for going inside, where it might be slightly warmer. There are things he wants to take before they leave. He doubts he can bypass the security in the spell room, but there might be other magic books or items lying about. There are definitely a lot of first editions in there that he wouldn't mind borrowing, and which Nico practically owes him for everything that went down tonight. There might also be cash somewhere, which would at least help pay for the Altima parked out front - now three days past its due. He doesn't really care to run into the others, though. Daisuke can have his apologies or whatever, but he's somewhat of the opinion that the man who caused him to die brutally yet another time probably deserved it and more. It is Daisuke, after all. Whatever he did under Nico's orders, it probably still wasn't enough.

He stops when Sunny says they're still angry, and even though he is very cold, does not take a step further, but steadies himself under her touch. Umma? What is Umma? His overstimulated brain tries to reason what that could mean. However, he works out after a moment that she's talking to Daisuke, not to him. "He left," Simon agrees, in case Daisuke was actually asking, 'Is he dead?' He isn't sure how he feels about that. There hasn't been enough time to really process it, but the immediate sensation is relief and anxiety. He tries not to feel angry about Daisuke's insistence that he should be grateful. He feels more strangulated than anything. "Yay," he says dully. Maybe he should have let himself go to the moon - tell Daisuke about that spot on his soul. That might shut him up about gratitude. He does not, though. He's sort of curious about what was said before he returned to life, too. He waits for Daisuke to expound.

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agenttendo
2011-11-01 07:10 pm UTC (link)

It did kind of annoy Daisuke that Sunny called Hahaue, Umma. He only twitched slightly but didn't address it. It just didn't make sense to him. While it didn't sit right with him, all he had was circumstantial evidence that she wasn't who she said she was.

He stuck his nose in the air for a moment before he replied, "It was hard to tell. She was upset. Probably about my status. There was a lot of arguing about it." He shrugged a little bit. "There was definitely a group of deities. And they were arguing. I didn't recognize all of them. I believe one may have been Isis or another Egyptian goddess. A death god, I think it was Hades..."

"So, Nikolas didn't die?" he looked over at Simon, with an eyebrow raise. "It's... practically over."

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crazymaking
2011-11-01 10:13 pm UTC (link)

The mention of Amaterasu's unfailing devotion to Daisuke earns him a frown. "Of course," she mumbled, putting as much bitterness as she could summon into it. Ari was very angry with her. Mickey and Brady were probably still somewhere in the mansion, along with Luz.

"I'm glad you're okay." He may have been her fake brother, but he was somewhat of a dick. She bypassed the sappy family hug option and pat his elbow awkwardly with her free hand. "Can we just go home, now?"

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magienoir
2011-11-01 11:20 pm UTC (link)

Simon rolls his eyes at Daisuke and his stupid sun mother who loves him so much. Just gag him already. God. At least, he has the coat over his head, so it can't be seen.

"No, he escaped," he says quietly and then, "It is over." Because it is. It may be some time before Nico pops up again. Simon, at least, would be sure to lay low good and long after setting zombies loose on the city and killing a bunch of demi-gods (and others). Long enough that people had mostly forgotten about it. So he can only imagine that Nico is doing just the same, as his older brother has turned out to be a very clever man.

He's probably gone mad from all the death and torture. He actually feels a little proud about that.

"Let's just go. The rest can find their way home," he says, thinking that Sunny has the right of it. They found a way here, they can find a way back. Luz, too, for that matter. As far as he's concerned, the only ones he'd offer a ride back are here right now. Of course, he knows Daisuke is going to disagree, annoying goody-goody who didn't get incinerated that he is.

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