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font-size: 12px;"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“I’ll warn you now, I’ve gotten better since the last time we’ve sparred. You should get ready to pass on your mantle as the Goddess of Justice.”</span> Eunomia quipped.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#56721c">“Why don’t you save it for the court, Eummie. I’ll be the judge of that.”</span><br/>
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The collective groan that simultaneously escaped both Eunomia and Eirene was enough to make them all break out in smiles and for Eirene a giggle. Being the kind and jovial goddess she was, she always stuck out the most out of the three of them. The Horae. And that may not have meant much when compared to the more well-known and worshipped Gods such as the Olympians or even the more unique others who rarely shared their domain with smaller gods like them, it meant something to them.<br/>
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That memory earlier in the day was all Eunomia could think back to when they were standing in the ichor of a god. After all, it was not long ago they were sitting with their siblings, with grins and looking forward to sparring. And now, the ichor of a Goddess soaked their shoes. The Goddess Athena, the very one that everyone, human and God alike, adored and admired. The chimera tore her apart so easily, Eunomia wasn’t sure if what they had witnessed was real. It was a God dead, but not just any regular God. It was an Olympian, it was Athena.<br/>
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They inhaled sharply and suddenly he could no longer hear the thumping of his own heart against his ribcage, but the screams and scrambling of the others. The other Gods! Had they not known the source of this panic, the tragedy that had caused the mayhem, he could have laughed. Instead, they choked on the air they breathed, it was was still thick with the ichor of Athena.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“Come on, Dike!”</span> They called for their sibling and quickly found they were beside them. Eunomia didn’t hesitate to grab their hand, even as their mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. They were still able to remember the most important ones. And that was to protect their siblings, because who else would if not them.<br/>
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They didn’t hesitate to run in the opposite direction of the chimeras, not following the screams of the Gods, but looking for a way out. They had to find Eirene first no matter what. She had to be waiting at the gates for them. She had to be.<br/>
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During the chaos, they had bumped into someone, who they couldn’t see, but was roughly knocked over and hitting their head against the floor. Their vision blurred and the noise muffled. All Eunomia felt was confusion, and then there was a bright light blinding their vision. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“Dike …”</span> they softly called their sister’s name and closed their eyes.<br/>
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Opening his eyes, as his vision clears, the site of familiar-shaped buildings comes into view. And the realization that they were no longer in Olympus quickly settles in after, but it does nothing to relieve the uneasiness that remained. Where were they and who’s voices was he hearing? He should have been more afraid than he felt, being in an unfamiliar place and not knowing the people around him, but some part of him knew they were okay. And he would recognize them as soon as gave himself a moment to.<br/>
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Angus closed his eyes once again and waited for the confusion to pass. Angus … Angus Alexander Mitchell. That was the name he chose for himself as this form. The form he used when visiting Earth long ago… Angus reopened his eyes and quickly jumped onto his feet. Though, not a moment after, he was overcome by weakness. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and by the time it passed, he realized it was not because of the bump on his head, but Hecate. He was able to recall snippets of her conversation with - with … Dio? Huh, he was a redhead. How very standout of him.<br/>
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Looking around him, he caught the faces of many, able to put a name to a face. He didn’t immediately spot Dike or Eirene. His heart rate began to speed up with every person he recognized that wasn’t her. Then he caught that bright orange hair and tall feminine figure. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“Lena!”</span> Angus cried, rushing over to wrap her in his arms. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“You’re safe..”</span> His voice was trembling as he confirmed the fact. That moment, he felt like a child, not wanting to let go and only wanting to be held longer. He was able to swallow the lump in his throat but unable to blink back every tear in his eyes. The shoulder of her top had surely gotten wet.<br/>
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When he let go, he quickly brushed away the tears on his face and cleared his throat. Regardless, he still hated the idea of letting anyone see him as vulnerable. And no one had to look to know every single one of them was in their most vulnerable state. They had just lost Athena, Zeus was nowhere to be seen, and their powers were gone too. And where were the mortals? He may not have immediately recognized the city, but he knew it was a city, and cities like this were populated and busy. They wouldn’t be --<br/>
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The groups of humans finally come into view. The humans … looked unnatural. From a distance, he could examine the most important clues to that. The first being the blood that covered them and the second being the mangled and abnormal way they rushed at them. His natural instincts told him to run away from them, so he did, once again grabbing Helena by the hand joining the rest of the Gods -- were they even that anymore? -- in seeking safety.<br/>
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Too much was happening at once, but it was clear to him that there was deep trouble in the mortal realm just as there was in Olympus. However, it wasn’t chimeras causing the issue here, whatever it was. It made Angus sick to his stomach, he tried hard to buckle down on his nerves and regain control despite how difficult that was. He was being strong for not Helena alone, but himself. She could handle herself, or at least she could when she was a God. They all could.<br/>
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He felt out of place, more than usual, but sticking to the group was the best course of action. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23"><i>Questions later, follow them now.</i></span> What a sheep move, but one that would keep him alive and hopefully well. What other choice did they have?<br/>
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So, Angus did just that. He followed the rest of the group, hand, and hand with Helena. He only released her hand when they found refuge in the long-forgotten hotel. Everyone was exhausted, searching for and finding a space to rest in for the night. Angus was slow to shuffling around the hotel lobby, stopping to grab a pillow from the couch and laying onto the floor with it underneath his head.<br/>
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The ceiling was pretty, with neat and intricate designs. It was nothing like the ceilings in Versailles. If only they had been dropped in France instead, they could have crashed on the old palace floors of King Louis XIV, staring at the interpretations of their stories painted around the building. What a time that would have been, instead, as he drifts off, he’s surrounded by misery and enveloped in the dread of knowing he had left a sister behind.<br/>
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There was a lot of talking, but not a single piece of a plan had yet to be formulated. They did seem to be counting heads and laying out the objectives of everyone, however. And that was a start. Unlike many of them, Angus had his sister, but not Eirene. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the idea of he being stuck in Olympus with the chimeras or on Earth surrounded by those inhuman mortals. Either way, she was alone. And that meant Angus had failed her.<br/>
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Angus forced himself into a sitting position, resting his forehead against his knees. He was rested, safe, and still had no idea what to do. And the ones who were supposed to be above them were in a similar boat. How typical, couldn’t rely on them for anything except for the things they were made to do. Limitless sex and chaos, oh, and their godly duties regarding their domain.<br/>
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Turning his head, his eyes caught Milan and Bexley. Well, they were alright … The poor Goddesses were surely looking for Hades. Everyone had someone to look for. That much was certain. Even if he couldn’t find Eirene, he could help with finding the others. Surely, once they find Zeus they could really start formulating the best plan overall.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“Are we not going to talk about those <i>mortals</i> out there?”</span> Angus raised the question, unsure what to call them. He surprised himself how easily he was able to get that out. Besides Apollo, due to being his handmaiden, he rarely ever talked to these Gods. But they were practically on equal footing here, given the situation. If he was going to bet his life on this group, then he was going to be involved with the decision-making and made aware of the plans.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">“I don’t know about you guys, but they didn’t look like they just wanted to hug and talk things out. I think that’s clearly our biggest obstacle right now. We need weapons, or some means of defense before we go looking for anyone. And some of us are weaker than others, we need food or something to get going.”</span> Wow. <i>Need</i> food. He was really thinking like a mortal now and it had only been a day.</div><div style="
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