Anupu/Andrew Khenty (thats_a_wrap) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-16 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | anubis, osiris, set |
WHO: Anubis, Osiris, and a special guest appearance by Set! Thank you ladies and gentlemen, he'll be here all week.
WHAT: Anubis tries to find his father in Duat. This is a bad plan, because Set is in Duat, and he is being sort of a jerk. :|
WHERE: Miami for about 20 seconds, then Duat.
WHEN: 8/16/10
WARNINGS: Set counts as a warning, right? Some very mild talk of autopsies. And, as always, tl:dr. I think that should probably be stamped on my forehead, by this point.
It had taken a few days to get everything in order--to turn in his resignation to the hospital, to start packing his belongings into boxes, to start getting his money together for a trip to....wherever he was going after this. Wherever his family was.
His family. They were here. Anubis knew this beyond a doubt, because he'd felt their deaths. Startling, that was. Nearly ruined the autopsy he'd been performing, scalpel jerking wildly across the corpse's chest as the shock of a god crossing into Duat set his arm to twitching. The death was practically dragging him in its direction.
"Watch it!" Warned Mr. Leonard Bernthal's ka, scowling in disapproval as it watched Anubis inadvertently etch a zig zag pattern into the cadaver's bloodless pectoral.
"Sorry, Leonard," The Opener of Ways (and chest cavities) gasped, after taking a moment to regain his composure. "Sorry. Something...something just came up. Surprised me. I'll stitch that right up for you, don't you worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them Voldemort did it, and you'll be the coolest cat in the funeral home."
Over the next few days, the psychopomp found himself thrice more decorating the bodies of his clientele, each death leaving him more shaken than the last. None of that was quite so alarming as feeling them leave Duat, however. Resurrection could mean only one thing--his father was here. Anubis nearly dropped everything and entered Necropolis on the spot, but he still had duties to perform for the lost and wounded spirits of Miami, and he owed it to his employers to at least give his two weeks notice. He'd waited three or four centuries to see his relatives, after all. What was a few more days?
Too long, he mused, standing in his apartment's tiny living room (somehow made tinier now that everything was in boxes) and bouncing anxiously on the balls of his feet. It had been some time since he'd entered Duat proper--with no family around and the old souls abandoning Necropolis, it seemed sort of pointless. In recent times, he'd been able to lead a few modern-day believers to the scales at the dock, but never gone further than that. Too depressing, to see everything stand so relatively empty.
Stupid. If he'd only bothered to take even a step further, his family might have found him years ago. Well, better late than never. Anubis takes a deep breath and a last look at his living room, then steps forward.
Even without a soul to guide, it's still as easy as that. The sky is a bit faded at the entrance of Duat, always is, now that Ra no longer makes his daily journey, and fog rolls off the river to swirl invitingly around the jackal-headed god's feet. Never one to ignore a hint from the ever-helpful underworld, Anubis quickly steps away from the long-abandoned dock of the Sun Barge, and onto the banks of the river. After a moment's hesitation, he steps into the river. His father's river. With the water lapping gently around his ankles, all he can think to do is wait.