Cado Superum

Ares looked like shit.

He had bags under his eyes and they were even slightly bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept in about a week, and the truth was, he really hadn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he was bombarded with dreams that he didn't remember much of except that he didn't like them. He wasn't even sleeping at Dite's any more, to afraid he'd hurt her during one of those dreams. He was tired, cranky and lacking female comfort.

Given that, it made little sense as to why he'd find himself outside Eris' apartments. She wasn't going to be able to help. It seemed he just needed someone to talk to.

Her head was pounding. What the fuck was that? Kia hadn't had a hangover in centuries and she didn't remember actually drinking that much last night..."ATE!"

Shock made her sit straight up in bed, looking wildly for her sister. Which only led to her clutching her head in pain. "Fuck, that hurt." Cracking an eye open, she looked at the bed she was laying in and at the unfamiliar room. "Where the fuck am I?"

Limos couldn't scramble out of the museum fast enough, glancing back to see Horkos and Eris coming out a bit more slowly. Damn, that was the most fucked up crap.

"This is why I do not do get togethers," Limos muttered, sighing as he looked back and restrained a laugh. Hori was trying to carry Kia out of the Museum, but the boy looked pretty ridiculous, stumbling along the steps as he seemed to bitch about the unpleasantness of the night.

"Hey, you want to help?" Horkos called out finally, giving Limos no time to really escape to the luxury of his condo and a glass of wine. "Well?"

"You could have just left her in there, Hori..." Limos suggested, though he moved to help Hori carry their sister. "It isn't like anyone would have noticed?"

"You know, I sometimes wonder why we all think you are such an awesome big brother...."

"What?!" Ug, next time, he was skipping the reunion.

The museum was just beginning to close when Theoi began to arrive, welcomed to the museum by a small sign near the front desk, welcoming guests of Jupiter Capital Investment to the private party being held in the new exhibit room. The exhibit room itself was set up already for the next night's gala opening, though only a portion of this set-up was currently in use, a bartender the lone attendant.

Around the room were different artifacts dug up from the Akbani site, showing different mainstays of civilization - pottery, tools, jewelry, etc. Different placards explained what anthropologists had gathered about the civilization - they seemed a violent people, weapons looking crude yet highly effective, art work showing many scenes of what looked like human sacrifice. Through it all, there were religious undertones to most of the items, as if these were the things were what the people held most dear, or at the very least most relevant.

In the center of the room stood a dais, and on it the unopened sarcophagus of the god that'd been causing all the hullabaloo. It stood about 8 feet tall, made of stone and etched with gold, the top carved with what was assumed to be a likeness of the god supposedly inside, a menacing angry looking being.

ETA: [OOC: So that everyone knows - If anyone is feeling for them, the room is heavily warded, for most types of spheres. There are wards around the room, that seem intended on keeping power in, as well as wards around the sarcophagus itself. Sorry for the late notice.]

WHO: Horus and (whoever is there)
WHERE: New York, a random cafe
WHEN: Noonish

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Horus was not a fan of the busy city life. He was more comfortable in the small town outskirts of Washington, D.C. where his dojo was, avoiding much of the annoyance that mankind could visit upon a person. Still, the pull was unmistakable, and while he lacked enthusiasm (which was never much of a surprise) he was in New York to just see what all this mess was about.

He wasn’t sure where Isis was, and for once her opinion on his actions was hardly at the forefront of his mind. Instead he said at a small café, reading the paper while his plate waited patiently for him to take a bite of food, his coffee steaming cheerfully just to the side, and his frown ever present as he waited for something more interesting to come his way.

Seti and his group was sure to appear, though, which more than made Horus disgusted at the idea of being in New York. Chaos…what a waste of air, of power. Order made things neat, stacked everything in the right place and made everything accessible when it was needed. Why should anyone want…chaos?

Shaking his head, Heru set his paper aside and sighed before turning to his coffee. He was methodical in how to ate, starting on the right, and moving to the left, eating one item on the plate before moving to another. Odd, but yet typical of the Egyptian god.

The lawyer on the other end of the speaker phone was droning on and on about briefs, suing, misrepresentation, and a hundred other ridiculous claims to trying to to money out of Eris and her 'advice' column.

"Your claims have no legal bases," Hori said in a warning tone. He hated the sleazy tactics people used to get money out of Eris, or try. This time they were claim emotion distress because Eris caused her 21 year old son to throw away his college scholarships for a chance hit it one broadway- or at least that was what Horkos got out of the argument. "There is no obligation for the listeners to take any Kelley's advise."

"You only say that, Mr. Théoden, because that hell raiser is your cousin. I know how your lot works, you don't claim anything until you are cornered and even then..."

"No, Mr. Longstram, we admit fault when it is our fault. Your client was under no obligation to seek, or follow the advise of my client. The show tells everyone that she is not a life coach, therapist, or anything to make her legally liable to any of the advise she gives. People have the right to reevaluate the advice given."

"No, no no you don't," The man sighed over the phone.

"I'm not, and we'll discuss this more in court. We aren't settling, so stop fishing." Hori hung up before there could be any protest and sighed heavily. He was not looking forward to that, hell he didn't look forward to most cases that involved his mother. Grabbing the latte off his desk, he grabbed the new file and moved down the hall to Eris' office.

"You're fans are ever growing, you know." He said somewhat cheerfully as he breezed into the office, all but skipping to her side to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Did you get the latte? That new assistant is kind of a Paris Hilton clone...I wasn't sure she followed all the directions well."