ΗΑΔΕΣ (underworldly) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-22 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hades, olivia moore |
Who: Hades & Liv
What: Reason #681 why you don't mix the morgue and a 'still in training mode' Lord of the Dead
When: Recently, while Liv's on social media brain
Where: The morgue
Rating/Warnings: Thar be dead bodies here - and an explosion
Status: Complete
Out of all the brains Liv had consumed thus far, Hades had to vote that she eat from the craniums of strippers more often - but that could be due to the fact that it, in some way, led to one of the more interesting nights, plural, with a woman that he’d ever experienced (and yes, she was a woman, she was a damn attractive woman and anyone who didn’t consider her as such was fucking stupid). And while he wasn’t exactly known for his fidelity, in any ‘verse,’ whatever was scandalously going on between he and his assistant called for the utmost in respect (and preservation of his balls). Which meant he couldn’t exactly bend the doe-eyed blonde over a dissection table and plow into her, as fun as that would be. It was tempting. But maybe he’d try the ‘not straying’ thing for awhile and see how it went. Visiting her at work was maybe also a form of temptation, but he didn’t very well want to act like they weren’t friends - no matter what happened, they were. Ignoring her was rude and besides, he did enjoy her company. She’d gotten him hooked on spicy cocktails, believe it or not. Maybe they could grab a few after she got off. To the morgue he went, the whole atmosphere giving him both a hot and cold sensation - like he belonged, but also like he was chilled to the bone. Dead bodies. Necroplasm. Spirits, present and watching, calling faintly - the chant was low and it thrummed just beneath the surface of his skin. Already he knew it’d be like walking into a whole other world of sensory overload but masochism was always kind of fun too. “Liv?” He stood in the lobby, ringing the bell at the front desk. Just once. Not enough times to be obnoxious. Of course Liv was still attracted to Hades. And it wasn’t just because he was like the only person she could actually have sex with. The guy was hot… literally. But it wasn’t the end of the world that sex was no longer happening. She was fine with still being friends and drinking spicy drinks. He was one of the few who could actually handle it which was damn admirable. But for the most part Liv just went about her life. Besides things changed for her so often it was basically an adventure being her. At least that’s how she was choosing to look at it… this week. When Hades showed up at the morgue Liv was in the back checking Facebook. But his voice took her out of her timeline daze and she quickly walked over to greet him. “Well if it isn’t Red Hot,” she joked. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Red Hot, a much better (and a more suitable) nickname than anything to do with Cheetos. Liv must have been daydreaming about orange-powdered snackfoods when she came up with that one. “Hey there, Hot Sauce,” Hades winked at her, leaning against the counter. “Thought we could go burn a bar down - “ Maybe not literally, but they’d get a few strange looks for ordering drinks with spicy peppers as the main flavor, “...when you get off, that is. Are you almost done?” He didn’t know if she had many bodies slated to do autopsies or whatever on, but he could wait. The post-production tornado that was happening for Inferno was relatively calm today; he’d attended a few meetings and organized a couple re-shoots, but generally, those were trickling into nothing because they already had all the film they needed. Which he was grateful for. Though he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back there where the bodies were. Already it was kind of making him feel...strange. Liv definitely wasn’t about to turn down drinking. Especially with a fellow spice lover. It almost made her wish she hadn’t spent so much time slacking off today, checking all her social media sites. “How could I say no to an offer like that?” Liv replied with a grin. “I do have a report to finish up. It should only take a few minutes.” No more autopsies left for the day. So maybe she hadn’t slacked off that much but still. “Come on back,” she said waving him back before heading back into the morgue herself. She just assumed Hades would follow. The whole dead bodies around the Lord of the Dead thing didn’t even enter her mind. “Uh - “ Hades cleared his throat, hesitating a little, but alright. If Liv didn’t think he’d be bothered by everything, well, maybe it was all in his head instead. So he followed, cautiously, and just kind of kept his hands to himself. They stuffed into the pockets of his trousers, and his muscles tensed up as soon as he was closer to where it was a whole smorgasbord of dead bodies. Dead bodies, some under sheets. Some not (what did they call morgue storage? Filing cabinets?). Stiff, cold, unmoving. They still gave off a certain energy signature though - some kind of buzz, a tingle, it was a crackle of the necroplasm. Hades, at the very least, could suss that out thanks to his adventures in the caverns underground; he’d felt the necroplasmic energy of the corpses around him then too. “Drug overdose,” he pointed to one of the bodies, already knowing how she’d died and the exact elixir that had done her in. “Don’t cook up her brains. Cokeface wouldn’t be a good look for you.” Liv knew perfectly well that most people weren’t as easy around dead bodies as she was. Like the detective she usually worked with for example. But she didn’t think that applied to her former fuck buddy. He was never squeamish in the slightest. So of course she didn’t even notice when he hesitated. Plus she was already thinking about her next status update before finishing up the autopsy report. She had just sat down at the desk when Hades started talking about one of the victims. “I don’t know,” she replied with a grin. “My face is pretty pale already. Probably wouldn’t even notice,” she teased before typing away at her computer. The moment when your friend stops by your work. #gottagetshitdone #burnindownabar Status posted she went back to her report when something hit her. “Wait,” she said brow furrowed. “How’d you know how she died. Oh em gee. Is it like a Hades thing?” What was she doing? Looked like a Twitter update or something - Facebook, or whatever the kids were into. Hades had an account for everything, it was sort of a requirement for his job, but he also had an assistant to do the updates for him. Not something he wanted to bother with, quite frankly. “Oh em gee,” he repeated, with a snicker - it sounded a lot more amusing with his own inflections, the smooth as silk timbre. “Yeah, I guess it is. I don’t know, I’ve never been in a morgue before.” It was making him itchy though. Not in the literal sense, but he ran his fingers through his hair in sort of a nervous gesture, what he thought was the thrumming of his own heartbeat sounded more and more like some kind of deep, dark chant - it echoed in his ears, rattled his brain, vibrated his bones. Weeeeeeird. Was weird in here, and probably going to end in disaster. “I can see them,” he said, looking past Liv, over her shoulder a bit. “Their spirits - “ Flickers of them, like residuals on a loop. Why would he be in one before? Well other than for research for a movie or something. But really the fact that he hadn’t been in one before didn’t exactly surprise her. Most people didn’t venture to the morgue. “Uh, that’s just creepy.” Not that Hades had any control over it or that he could control his powers. Which she wasn’t calling him creepy. Just the spirits he was seeing. He seemed a bit twitchy too. Probably best she hurried up finishing her work. “I’m almost done with this report,” she assured him. “Then we can go.” With that Liv reluctantly closed all her social media platforms and began furiously typing away. The last thing she wanted was for Hades to be uncomfortable. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” he insisted, but had to cover his ears with his hands a second later - everything was becoming overwhelming, as he’d feared it would be, and maybe Hades should have braved the morgue when he had a better grip on his abilities. Because he was even still discovering what they were - there was a long list, powers and tricks hidden beneath the surface, connections with the Underworld. His domain, his realm, what made him Lord of the Dead. He hadn’t exactly slipped into that role like it was a second skin, but he was trying. In any case, bumps along the road were inevitable. Like now, for example. His eyes were screwed shut as he took a breath, but when he opened them the necroplasmic energy he’d been taking in from the slew of corpses had to expel somehow. And somewhere. Even just exhaling meant that the gathering energy came to a head and burst, blasting outward. Cracking cabinetry, shattering glassware. Oops. Liv glanced between sentences. Hades really did not look so good. What with the tightly shut eyes and hands over his ears. She needed to finish this thing quick. Which she did. Just not exactly in time. Because just as she hit send there was like an explosion of energy. And then the cabinet where they kept supplies shattered. Well shit. Liv wasn’t worried about cleaning that up right now though. Instead she flew up from the desk and ushered Hades back out. “Okay, morgue might not be the best place for you.” She frowned because it officially meant no more visits from him at work. “Let me lock up,” and grab her phone. “And we can head to the bar?” “Oh, shit, sorry - “ Hades blinked a few times, because it all happened so quickly. He’d just exploded part of the morgue though, and he wasn’t even sure how that happened. But it felt similar to what he did in the underground caverns, to some of those giant spiders that attacked he and Hazel - maybe he just shouldn’t be around corpses until he had a better grasp of that particular parlor trick. Not that he planned to spend time around corpses anyway. He let Liv usher him out though, going where she did - it was probably for the best. “Are you sure you don’t want me to clean that up?” “I’m sure.” Getting Hades back into the morgue probably wasn’t the best idea. She didn’t want him shattering anything else. “I’ll get it cleaned before my boss sees. Promise.” Plus her boss was pretty chill so she wasn’t worried. “Now come on. I don’t know about you but I could definitely use a spicy cocktail.” |