anarchy

Seth God of Chaos and Storms Part of City Council. Owner of The Flower Mill and Babylon. Disc.

[mpxseth]

Savior ;

In ages past, Set had been heralded a hero. He was the protector of lands, the god who watched over the Southern part of Egypt. He didn't strike fear, and instead he was praised and prayed to by the masses to save them from droughts and wars. And he was satisfied in doing so, as the people proved loyal to him time and again and gave him many offerings of gold and sacrifice. But of course, it wasn't to last. One day upon entering one of his shrines, he found it desecrated, found his previous offerings taken back, and words of needing saved from Seth wrung out. He'd heard the whispers, of course, a few here and there about him being a war-monger and seeking to destroy them all when he got the chance. Confusion and irritation swept him, but he paid no mind until many of his faithful servants and priests left him as well. Suddenly, things were turned and twisted and he was no longer a savior, no longer a god to be worshipped but one to be feared and one to pray against. He was shunned by the masses, suddenly his chaos that had once means protection suddenly meant that he would destroy all of Egypt if he was given a chance. The storms which once saved them from their thirst were now out to tear down their homes and rip them apart. For a while, Set tried to simply lay low, thinking that it would all pass over and that his devoted worshippers would return. But he was wrong, he was cast aside and suddenly he was being written into history as a god of evil; a far cry from the fierce protector he'd once been. And it angered him, he hated that with some whispers he had been turned into a figure of loathing. So he vowed to make them pay. Their words twisted in him like a knife, so he decided to show them what true terror and fear of him would look like. Storms were summoned; massive windstorms came and blew down houses and temples, rains came and flooded their villages. He went to their places of worship and spun their minds into insanity, he set fire to their businesses and slit the throats of the innocent. They would all be sorry for what they had done to him. He would show them the true face of evil.

[vanitysixx]

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆touch of grey⋆✥⋆

[mpxwonwoo]

“I guess it runs in the family.” Wonwoo shrugs with his half joke, but to be honest, his biological father was the only one in his actual family that had a funeral home. His mother worked in a big publishing company back in Brazil and his stepfather was an architect, there were of course the forever friendly elderly couple that “adopted” him as their grandson when he first worked in a funeral home, his actual grandparents were never really fond of things like death, probably because they are dangerously closer to it than other people and maybe because they resent Arawn a bit for leaving their daughter with a son and a broken heart so everything that he represents are just a big taboo in their house ( and sometimes, Wonwoo would never admit it out loud, but he could feel that they also resent him a little bit for the whole thing too even if he’s just another consequence of the affair ). The younger male, however, is taken away from his thoughts and he just chuckles even if it’s a beat late. “A little bit of both.” He jokes. “But yeah, apparently the spirits here aren’t very fond of you.” He says just in time for another one hiss at Seth, making Wonwoo send the ghost another pointed look before mouthing at him. “Be nice.”

Wonwoo is never really the type to actually force peoople to talk about things, especially when it’s something personal or they simply don’t feel like sharing with him so he lets it go even if now he has a little itch of curiosity about the whole matter. “Alright.” He agrees and he doesn’t know why, even if he didn’t get any answer, the prospective actually getting to know Set a little better — better enough that he’d share whatever past he and Arawn have — is enough to bring a smile to his lips and a faint odd tingling sensation on his chest. “I’d like that. Does this me you’re dropping by more often?” Wonwoo asks, his eyes sparkling just the slightest bit, his smile reaching them. Maybe it’s because the funeral home is so quiet and so empty of people who aren’t dead ones or his father that Wonwoo is so excited about the possibility of Set coming over, and consequently spending more time with him. Besides, he’s a good person and someone Wonwoo can easily talk to, but soon his expression also changes for a moment when Set seems to be taken off guard about something but soon enough it’s gone as quick as it has appeared and Wonwoo wonders if he has just imagined the whole thing. 

“That would be great.” Wonwoo lets out a soft laugh, also eyeing the outift of his guest and everything is black just like the whole decoration of Wonwoo’s work place. It somehow suits Set though, is a good contrast with his skin and the younger male has a feeling that Seth doesn’t own anything much more colorful either, it’d be probably a big thing if he owns anything other than suits but again it’s all just a feeling since Wonwoo doesn’t know him quite well — yet — to be sure of it. “But you still look good in black though, so I’ll forgive you this time.” He half jokes, passing one of his hands on the god’s shoulder like he’s wiping off some dust in there and Wonwoo turns his gaze to Set again, blinking his eyes once while his words sank in him and it makes him laugh again. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine, I don’t feel tainted or anything. I mean, yeah, dad seems the type to be a little overprotective and dramatic sometimes but I know it’s because he cares.” To be honest, Wonwoo has never really experienced any “scene” with Arawn — yet? — but from all the affection and attention he has been giving Wonwoo since they discovered their family bond, Wonwoo wouldn’t really put past Arawn to be overprotective and his dad screams “dramatic” just by breathing.

The shorter males frowns just the slightly bit with Set’s refusal to have a seat even if his excuse is valid enough, it makes him feel a little uncomfortable about being the only sitting or having anyone standing up while he’s sitting anyway, but before he can comment about it or ask if Seth is sure about that, Wonwoo perks up again and smiles, humming and nodding before going go the coffee machine they kept in another table not so far away from the counter but Wonwoo still had to get out of the back to go there and it takes him a second to wrinkle his nose a bit with the god’s request. “Are you sure you don’t want a little spoon of sugar on it? I don’t think it’s drinkable otherwise.” He asks, putting a cup in its place so it can be filled with caffeine. Wonwoo likes coffee, he really does, but with three spoons of sugar and lots of cream but he guesses that there a taste for every person, he still puts a small package of sugar on the saucer with a spoon before deciding to do also a cup for himself, turning to look at Set while it gets ready and Wonwoo can’t help the excitement when Set brings up his major. “Yeah. I major at History and Theory of Art.” He answers, taking carefully the two cups — one dark black and the other a nice shade of brown and white — back to the counter, offering one to Set. “There you go.” He says before turning his attention to the counter, selecting a file where were his most recent works. “These are some of my last projects if you’d like to take a look.”

[mpxseth]

Although Seth definitely notices when Wonwoo hesitates a little too long over the words, he doesn’t feel that it’s his place to pry into his life or to question his delayed reaction. It doesn’t exactly bother Set that the spirits around the funeral home aren’t his biggest fans. He knows that he has done some questionable things to many over the years, so them holding some sort of grudge isn’t unexpected. “Eh, I’ve probably wronged most of them in some way I can’t bother to figure out,” he waves a hand dismissively, “It would take far too long.” His sense of humor is a bit darker and drier than most, the god having been surrounded by war and insanity too long to exist in some kind of lighter state of being. But when Wonwoo proposes that he insinuated he’d drop by more often, a faint semblance of a smile appears on his lips. “Perhaps. We’ll see if I can find the time,” he says with an air that’s mockingly pompous, almost undetectable.

A brow raises faintly when the demigod reaches out and smooths a hand over his shoulder. Most people hardly bother to speak to him without some element of fear clouding them, much less actually bother to touch him. He finds, however, that he really doesn’t mind the mortal seeming so comfortable, though at other times he recognizes that he might deign such a move offensive. But somehow he knows that the other doesn’t mean a thing by it, and so he doesn’t brush him away as he otherwise might. “’A little dramatic’ is a vast understatement when it comes to Arawn. I’ll try not to say much more to cloud your perception of him, but he’s one of the most melodramatic people I’ve ever met. And please keep in mind that I’m very well acquainted with certain theatrical gods when I say this,” he can’t help a quiet snort of amusement that escapes him.

“You seem like the type to survive on sweets, am I right?” he asks, amusement slipping into his tone at the other’s protests of his preference for bitter coffee. The other is clearly quite young, and the fact that he’s still a student leads him to believe that it’s generally those types who have insatiable sweet-teeth. “Mm, you seem the type to be one for the arts,” he comments, though there’s little judgment or insult to the words, and a part of him appreciates that at least one demigod he’s met seems to have some interest in history. He thanks the other for the coffee, ignoring the packet of sugar and takes a sip of the dark liquid, the bitter head alighting on his tongue. Setting the cup back down, he reaches to slide the offered file toward himself.

He observes the other’s work in silence, his face rather blank as he takes it in. Set is never one for exactly being emotive, and he sometimes has a habit of making people nervous as he seems to sit in judgment of them. After a moment examining some of the pieces carefully, he hums a little and slips the file closed again. “You’re very talented,” he allows the praise to slip from his lips. It isn’t often that he has pleasant words to say, but he’s also rather honest when asked or prompted for a reaction to something. “What is your inspiration?”

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆off guard⋆✥⋆

[mpxyumi]

Choa was generally a very good-natured person, but people who seemed all mean and aloof just rubbed her the wrong way. It did not help, perhaps, that he had brought up her mother. She may have still been a little stung that her mother left the city before she could even properly meet her, even though Bastet must have known that she was there. It made her think that she was unwanted, and that hurt. But that was a completely different matter, so she really needed to put it out of her head.

Quite frankly, it did not mean anything to her when he told her his name. She knew that Set was an Egyptian god, but the family trees of the gods were so messed up that she had never really bothered to look into them, so she had not known that she was actually related to him. “My uncle?” Well, she really had not seen that coming. Why was he being so coarse if they were family? Even if he and her mother did not get along, that seemed kind of silly to her. “Oh, well, that certainly changes things! How are you, Uncle Set?” She asked, her voice now genuinely cheerful instead of falsely sweet.

She had been raised to really value family, so even though they had kind of gotten off on the wrong foot, she was willing to get to know the prickly god-   and perhaps, by extension, get to know her mother. Despite the fact that the club had been owned by her mother when she arrived in the city, she had somehow managed to never meet the woman. And now she was gone, so there was no longer any chance to meet her face to face. “Are you busy? Would you like to have a drink with me?” She put on her most wide-eyed, hopeful expression in the hopes that he wouldn’t be able to say no to her.

[mpxseth]

It never failed to amaze him how so many people valued things as meaningless as family. It was just an unfortunate accident by blood and birth that strung them all together, and it meant nothing to him. Of course, given that the girl before him was one of Bastet’s - the most notorious for preaching the importance of family and disgusting matters like affection - he should have expected that it would mean something to her that he was her uncle.

But he still couldn’t help but be taken aback by how her demeanor suddenly changed into one of genuine happiness and pleasure at knowing who he was. That certainly didn’t happen often. “I suppose so...you really don’t have to call me uncle, though. That’s a little strange,” he said. Truthfully, he just didn’t know how to ever accept the idea of being someone anyone could depend on, and the title of uncle was just a little too strange for him to accept.

He released a soft sigh at the offer the girl presented to him. He took another lingering sip of his scotch before shrugging one shoulder. “Fine. Let’s see how much like your mom you really are,” he grumbled. He supposed he deserved that kind of torture given he’d bothered to speak with the girl. “Alright, we can have a drink together. Tell me what you think I should know about you.” 

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆syrup crisis⋆✥⋆

[mpxpythia]

“Uh, it’s a medical supply company. You know, making equipment and such for hospitals,” he replied with another shrug, his cheeks pink. He felt a little awkward talking about himself with the god. He kind of wished his brother was there; Jaebum just had a much better way with words than he did, being the big brainiac he was. However, since he was on his own this time, he would just have to try his best to sound competent and confident    which were two things that he honestly did not do very well.

Lay was, honestly, rather surprised that Set was asking him so many questions. He actually seemed to be curious about him or something. It was, frankly, unexpected. Set just seemed like the type who was too aloof to really give a damn. “Me? Oh, um, just a couple of months. Not too long.” He poured the drink into a cup and finished it off before placing it on the counter in front of the man. “Here you go, Sir!” He chirped, his nervousness apparent on his face. Sure, he was quite adept at making cappuccinos at this point, but making one for his boss was just plain intimidating.

[mpxseth]

“A terribly boring business,” he commented of the other’s family business. It wasn’t necessarily with ill-intent, more a simple statement with his tendency to be overly harsh. His gaze surveyed the place, ensuring that things were up to his standards. Seeing a couple of plates resting on the counter, he frowned, gesturing for one of the other baristas to take them away and deal with them instead of letting them sit around.

His attention was brought back to Yixing when he spoke again, a soft sound of acknowledgement leaving him. “A couple of months, I see. Most of my work is in the office so I guess I don’t pay much attention up here,” he admitted. A part of him wondered if the barista had encountered the rumors of what other manners of business Set held within the back of the cafe, though it was a fleeting thought as he nodded his thanks for the cappuccino. It looked right, and he took a sip of it to gauge whether or not the child deserved a bonus or not. “Nice job,” he muttered, “You can keep your job another week or two.” The words were a joke, of course, but with his often dry sense of humor it could be hard to say. “I have business to attend, but thank you, Yixing, for being a competent person.”

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆touch of grey⋆✥⋆

[mpxwonwoo]

“Oh, I’m glad then.” Wonwoo relaxes a bit when Set affirms that no one important to him is dead even if he was half preparing himself to comfort the god, but then he blinks and smiles all happy again with the next question about his work. “Not so long, a few weeks, I’d guess.” He answers and sits on one of the stools there are behind the counter while he tried to ignore the spirits telling him that he shouldn’t trust the taller male so much and how he should be calling Arawn to warn him about this. “It feels like a little less, maybe because I’m still trying to get used to everything.” He confesses with a soft laugh but then he frows at the space besides Set’s head where a spirit is bad mouthing and using some curses that Wonwoo doesn’t even understand on Set’s ear and Wonwoo knows that Seth can’t hear them much less sense them beside him and also that’s probably the reason the spirit are doing that in the first place, but Wonwoo can hear it and it isn’t nice to treat people, mortals or immortals like that, so of course that he scolds the spirit off — kindly. “Hey, now. Knock it off, please. That isn’t the way we treat guests here, doesn’t matter if they can hear you or not.” And then he does look at Set with an apologetic expression. “Sorry about that.”

The younger male can’t help the soft laugh and amused roll of eyes not only with Set’s words about annoying his dad, but also because of his ever honesty about things no matter who or what it hurts. “Such a lovely person, aren’t you?” He says sarcastically. Wonwoo really doesn’t know what happened between those two, his grandmother when telling him stories about Arawn never really mentioned any Set. She actually never told him much about Arawn besides the basics and something about his love being taken from him and of course the story between him and his mom, saying that the rest he could very well ask the god himself since everything else she knew were just speculations anyway. He has been curious, he wouldn’t lie but he still doesn’t feel like he’s earned the right to ask question just yet, especially when he doesn’t quite know what would be forbidden territory and what wouldn’t. “Oh?” He blinks and there it goes his theory about it being something recent, and if a god says it’s a long time ago then Wonwoo can’t even imagine it and he wonders for a moment if Set does have something to do with Arawn’s love being taken away from him. “I don’t think we’re that close yet.” He confesses and ends up offering. “But I’d love to hear your version of it anytime you feel like talking about it.”

“I’m working on it.” Wonwoo laughs. “I’m still making dad warm up to other dark colors besides black before introducing him to something lighter like gray and from there I’m hoping that this would be a lighter colored place.” He half jokes, because that’s definitely the plan and he’s already trying some navy that is really close to black to see if he can get Arawn to get used to it, but so far no real advance has been made because even if Arawn said that maybe Wonwoo could change some things to make himself more comfortable, when Wonwoo asked if he’d like him to think about a main color for those changes, Arawn automatically answered with black which is main the color of pretty much everything and Wonwoo’s burgundy beanie is the brightest color anyone has ever seen in the funeral home. “For the time being I’ll have to be your spot of colors, sorry.” He shrugs with another amused smile. “Oh, yeah, right.” Wonwoo stands up like he has just remembered something. “Please, have a sit. There are a couch over there and some stools behind the counter that I could put in your side of the counter if you’d like. Would you also like some water? Or coffee?”

[mpxseth]

“Interesting choice of profession,” he snorts softly at the other’s words. Of course, he doesn’t actually mean any particular offense with them given that he has a few too many questionable lines of work. However, only a moment later a brief flash of confusion comes to the chaos god’s expression, unsure who Wonwoo’s words are aimed toward until it clicks that he mentioned he couldn’t hear them. “Let me guess, ghosts? It’s either ghosts or you’re hearing voices,” he half-jokes. Of course, it isn’t a surprise that someone who hears spirits would work in a cemetery, and it also isn’t much of a reach that most of them wouldn’t be particularly fond of him given his history of murder and destruction.

It does, however, come as a surprise when Wonwoo offers to hear Set’s version of his history with Arawn. Granted, he thought pretty much everyone had been stuck witnessing the underworld’s whining about the wrong Set had committed against him, and very few people - if anyone - had ever actually bothered to ask why he seemed to have problems with Arawn. He lets out a very quiet hum, hands slipping from his pockets to cross casually in front of him. “Maybe another time,” he agrees, “It’s really a boring story that might only interest you if you know both of us better.” Not that most people did actually get to know him well enough to be able to say so, but nonetheless it was true - unlike Arawn, he didn’t dredge up his past every two seconds.

There’s a moment that everything freezes when Wonwoo casually mentions the word “dad” in reference to Arawn, realizing that it suddenly makes sense for why he would be speaking to spirits and working in his father’s cemetery. But the moment passes before too much attention is called to it - hopefully - and he instead returns to the conversation. “No surprise, he’s always been stubborn. Well I guess I should have worn something a little more colorful to join you,” he glances down at his black suit with a slight shake of his head. But it’s only teasing given that he really doesn’t own anything particularly colorful. “I didn’t realize Arawn was your father...I should probably try and be a little more respectful, right?”

The words are a way for him to try and coerce something out of the other, something that might be useful to him, or at least let him know how much it would bother Arawn if he was nice to his son. The sudden offer brings a hint of a smile and he walks over to the desk and merely re-crosses his arms and leans against the rather tall desk. “I’m good. I’m in my office too much as it is, I’d rather stand,” he waves away the suggestion. “On second thought, though, coffee might be nice. Black,” he requests, and he glances toward the papers that litter the desk for brief moment. “You’re a student?” he asks, eye catching one of the textbooks, “what are you studying?” He doesn’t usually express that much interest in people, of course, but Wonwoo seems pretty harmless. And if he can bother Arawn by being sort of nice to his child then it just makes him all the more intriguing.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆off guard⋆✥⋆

[mpxyumi]

Choa was done her set for the night, and she had just paused to talk with some of the dancers before she left. It was a busy time of year, after all, so there was a lot of coordination that needed to go on with practices and costume fittings and what not. One of the others suggested that a few of them go out to get some drinks to relax, but she was already in lounge wear and makeup-less, so she opted out. She could use a quiet night at home, anyway; practice for one of the new numbers was pretty early the next morning.

She glanced up when she heard her mother’s name, eyeing the man who had approached her and the other dancers with a touch of wariness. In a place like Minx, which was not necessarily seedy but still attracted some unsavoury people, all the dancers tended to be a little cautious when a non-regular customer approached them. You never knew who was a little too drunk or a little too brazen, after all. This guy, though, just seemed like a bit of a jerk.

“Can I help you?” She did not really appreciate his tone; it felt like he was looking down his nose at her. And for what? Being Bastet’s daughter? That did not seem very fair. “What’s your name?” She countered, her white ears laying flat on her head. Then again, maybe it was best to save the attitude and kill him with kindness. She was, after all, still at work, even if she wasn’t in costume or on the clock. A big smile spreading across her face and her demeanour did a 180 in less than a second. “Sorry, that wasn’t very nice of me. I’m Choa. And you are?”

[mpxseth]

Set knew very well that he was aggressive, that he didn’t exactly invite people into knowing him or even conversing with him so easily. After all, he tried to put a wedge of distance between himself and everyone in case they thought it would be a good idea to try and know him. He didn’t want any of them to know him for anything more than a god of destruction, that’s all they needed to know. That he was dangerous, and he was not to be tested.

A soft snort left him at the attitude she suddenly delivered to him, not all that surprised given whose blood she was. There was inherent battle between he and his sister, that even crossed down to their children and the rest of the family. However, it was a mere second later that she seemed to change her mind about her choice of words, and a brow lifted slightly in curiosity. He couldn’t say exactly what sort of person she was if she was going to switch from irritable to faux sweet within seconds.

“Choa...right. I’m Set,” he offered. There was a pause, a moment’s curiosity as to whether or not she would be one of the many who had no idea of her heritage and of who he was. “I’m your uncle, I suppose. Allow me to clarify that your mother and I don’t exactly have the best relationship, so forgive me for perhaps pushing a bit of that onto you,” he said, his own tone slipping into a purring sort of pretend charm, one that if looking close enough would see it as a mockery of the way the girl’s demeanor had slipped so easily as well.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆refracted light⋆✥⋆

The god of chaos was often not a man of casual conversations, he was a man of business. He cared very little for individuals and even less for groups of people. None of them mattered to him, as he simply sought to bring destruction and anarchy into the world. It was what kept him sane, what brought a certain level of retained calm to his demeanor which was as fragile as a beam of light. Anything could come along and break the tranquility he tried to build around himself, and he would simply snap and lapse into a dark place.

It was on one such evening where he could feel the line between his sanity and the darkness of his mind warring with one another. He had remained mostly stable during his time at the Mountain, but too much calm tended to make him crazy. He yearned for something darker, something more horrific than the day to day business and the idle conversations he’d been trying to make do with. He stepped into the dark club with a sneer and a glare at the doorman, not caring much for the whole situation. Places so low were beneath him, yet he knew that in the seediest of places he could oft find something that would enable him to release some level of the irritation that had taken hold of him for so long.

He ordered a drink with a sharp tone and took it from the bartender with a clenched jaw. Everyone was a potential victim, everything was a delicate balance as he glanced around at the patrons with an air of disgust. He hated the humans, hated the way they milled about drunkenly and had no idea what kind of danger they could be in should he decide to act upon his wishes.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆syrup crisis⋆✥⋆

[mpxpythia]

Lay was, honestly, quite pleased that he had managed to pleasantly surprise Seth. He had to be doing something right if he was able to do that, right? Seth did not seem like the type who was easily pleased, so he felt pretty good about it. “Um, thank you. I’m glad I could help.” It would be very good for him, he figured, if he could stay on the god’s good side. He was, quite frankly, kind of scary, after all.

“My parents own a business, so I guess I picked up some skills watching them handle problems,” he murmured, shrugging modestly. Really, running out of syrup at a coffee shop was quite a small problem compared to some of the things he has witnessed his parents deal with. And the solution had been quite simple, too. As far as he was concerned, his handling of the situation had not really been all that impressive.

“Okay!” Lay grabbed a cup and began making the drink, being extra careful to get it right. God forbid this be the one time he messes up and Seth thinks he’s completely incompetent. “Maybe one or two? Most people just ordered something else. Gotta get that caffeine fix, I guess,” he replied with a shrug, glancing up at the god briefly before turning his focus back to making the beverage.

[mpxseth]

Truthfully, it wasn’t that often that Set was pleased with his employees. Sure, he wasn’t normally irritated with them enough to fire them, as they usually did a relatively competent job, but it was rare that he actually felt a sense of pleasure or happiness with someone’s work. And it wasn’t as though it was something huge, of course, but it was still nice that one of them proved to be halfway competent.

“Ah, I see. What sort of business do your parents own?” he questioned. It was rare of him to actually ask anything about his employees, as he frequently just regarded them as people to do his work and nothing more. He hardly even considered them individuals, just a conglomerate of smiling baristas who were too happy to be around on a regular basis. But he was curious about this one, he seemed odd.

It wasn’t that he was particularly more odd than any of the others, of course, he was still the too-happy type who smiled way too much and seemed far too delicate. But he didn’t seem to fear Set in the same way others did, and he surprisingly appreciated that. “Fair enough,” he agreed, watching the other for a silent moment. “How long have you worked for me?” he asked suddenly, not clarifying why he was asking that, but it clearly showed that he paid little attention to specific people.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆touch of grey⋆✥⋆

[mpxwonwoo]

It’s almost always quiet in the funeral parlor, besides of course the spirits that remain in the place and keep Wonwoo and Arawn company and never let them get too much bored and also are so very amusing, even if they also have their moods and sometimes can spend the whole day without a word. They don’t have much clients — which is something that Wonwoo clearly doesn’t mind considering what he works with —, something that gives him a lot of free time even during his shift, but it’s never something that he could complain especially when it’s mostly spend with him bonding with his dad, who is actually much nicer and affectionate than he could ask for, so any awkward feeling that he could have because of that was quickly to be gone, or even doing his assignments or working in a sketch that he couldn’t finish at other time.

It also meant, however, that Arawn has the freedom to leave the funeral parlor to Wonwoo when he has to take care of some business — even if the older male still checks with Wonwoo more times than necessary if it’s really alright to leave him there. It’s also something that Wonwoo doesn’t mind, especially because he knows that Arawn would just leave him if it’s a serious matter. Besides, Wonwoo doesn’t mind being alone, sometimes even preferring it so he doesn’t feel so bad about laying his head on the counter and closing his eyes for a few moments, letting the spirits warn him if any client is nearing the building or at least waking him up when his father is back from wherever he went.

However, this time, when Arawn left a couple of minutes ago, Wonwoo doesn’t take his usual naps or is making his college work. Wonwoo is rearranging some documents of the few clients they’ve had and that’s why the spirits warn him about a costumer arriving the store but instead of being the usual excited about the prospective of other people in the store, they were actually hostile and he could swear some of them were even hissing. It’s odd and unusual and Wonwoo frowns, wondering if he should call Arawn or maybe it’s just them overreacting and it’s proven to the second assumption when the door finally opens and it’s just, as far as Wonwoo is concerned, a harmless guy he has met a couple of times and they even held some pretty decent conversations even if they didn’t reveal much of each other. As usual, Wonwoo smiles as a greeting, finishing the last file of documents before turning his full attention to the older male. “Hey, there. Well, I can’t say I expected you to show up in a funeral parlor either. Everything alright?” He can’t help but ask.

“Actually no.” He puts his elbow on the counter, leaning his chin on his hand while ignoring the fuzz the spirits are still making around him, even if he does make a small face when one of them uses a louder and high pitched tone. “But he’ll be back soon if you’d like to wait? Or if you’d rather leave a message and I’ll give it to him as soon as he arrives if you’re in a hurry.”

[mpxseth]

Quiet days weren’t something that often occurred with Set’s life. He didn’t like down time, and that was one of the key reasons he kept himself so occupied with his business ventures and simply through occupying himself with people. He was certainly not a god that thrived in any sort of calm, and in fact quiet places tended to set him on edge. But the funeral home was a source of amusement in the back of his mind, one which spoke of the ways he’d spend to much time in cemeteries and had been the cause of many passings.

“What are the odds,” he agreed before shaking his head in dismissal. “No, no one’s dead, nothing to concern yourself with too much. How long have you worked here?” he asked, the question casual even though it was also a way for him to seek out a little more information on the whole situation. He knew how much Arawn despised him, knew well how poorly he’d react to him even coming to his place of business.

A faint smile twitches at his lips at the offer. “It’s alright, there wasn’t anything urgent I needed from him I just wanted to annoy him.” Admitting as such didn’t faze him, as he doubted that Wonwoo knew anything about his history with the other god. “Arawn and I have known each other a long time...you should ask him about it sometime. Though I’m sure you’ll get an interesting version,” he snorted quietly to himself, knowing that the other god was very set in his ways about his opinion on him.

With a soft hum, he turned his head to gaze over the decor of the funeral parlor, a tinge of amusement falling over his expression and hands slipped casually into his pockets. “Kind of dismal in here, isn’t it? Aren’t funeral homes depressing enough?” he teased, though Wonwoo looked far more colorful than his surroundings.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆off guard⋆✥⋆

@mpxchoa​

Set tapped a finger against the bar in a thoughtful pause, glancing over the dancer on the stage. It had once been a club that belonged to his sister, and still it set him on edge a little to be in any establishment that had once bore her name upon it. But he had business to attend to, he had girls who worked both in Minx and in Babylon, and he wasn’t going to let some unpleasant feelings about his sister get in the way of him and his employees.

Taking the drink with an almost imperceptible nod of thanks, he raised it to his lips and took a lingering drink of the scotch. The girl on stage was alright, nothing that particularly piqued his interest, but she was passable. After a few moments of observation, he slipped away from the bar and made his way toward where where some of the other girls were, recognizing one of his escorts among them.

However, as he did so, a sensation of nauseating familiarity struck him, and he turned his head to glance upon a girl who looked very little like his sister, but the line was still undeniable. “Bastet’s daughter?” he asked the girl, a brow raising slightly, “I should have guessed one or two of you might be working here.” There was a clear level of disdain that he always carried whenever anything related to family was around. While it would have been easy to simply attempt and ignore the girl, he was a little too caught off guard to do so. “What’s your name?” he asked, the words almost a demand. 

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆touch of grey⋆✥⋆

@mpxwonwoo

Irritating people tended to be what Set was best at, it was what amused him and served to satisfy a certain need to eliminate any lingering sense of calm that others may possess. And some people tended to have thinner skins when it came to his taunts, were more receptive to the things he said and the way he would try and exploit their weaknesses. It was all a game to him, of course, and he simply found it to be a source of amusement rather than an intent to ruin someone. If he wanted that, then he simply took a few lives.

Arawn was someone who he had always enjoyed getting under his skin. It was so simple in that his mere presence could set the underworld god into a fit of irritation. Of course, with them the history was a bit more personal and complicated than a simple game, but nonetheless he would take what he could get. On approaching the cemetery, he glanced about, unsure where the man might hold himself given that it was rather expansive next to the forest. But on not seeing any figures lingering around the tombstones, he headed into the little stone building.

On entry, however, he was met by the sight of someone who most definitely wasn’t Arawn. “You work here?” he asked, having seen the kid around a few times, and they’d held a conversation or two. But it never really delved into where to find one another, so it was simply a bit of a surprise. “Imagine that,” the corner of his lips lifted into a half-smile, approaching Wonwoo. “Is Arawn around?” a part of him wanted to question how close he was to the god, given that often the best way to irritate the underworld god was to simply be around people he liked. Not that he had any particular ulterior motive around Wonwoo, just that there always wanted to be some semblance of a plan in the back of his mind.

[sojinmp-deactivated20160118]

Daily Duty || S&S

The female had just arrived back in the office. Small curse words had been muttered under her breath for the last five minutes. She may have hit the customer a bit too hard; however, she had to deal with the bad customers. Their business was not the most legal one out there, and so when a man claims to not be paying due to not enjoying his session, she had made it her duty to beat all three hours worth of payment out of him.

Taking a moment to clean the blood from her knuckles, the female’s head would shoot up at the male’s appearance. Sojin’s eyes flickered to the clock for a second, and she could not help but to raise a brow. Finishing up her hands, she tossed the rag in the trash. Moving around the room, she would procure for the male god a glass of scotch before coming to his side.

“Early. May I ask what brings you here so soon? Any trouble?”

[mpxseth]

There were few things that Seth loathed more than business meetings. But meetings with people who were far too chipper for their line of work tended to set him over the edge, and he had to excuse himself early from dealing with the woman who seemed content to try and irritate him. Not that she was doing it on purpose, necessarily, but Seth could only handle certain demeanors so much, so he had to remove himself.

It was nothing short of exhausting, and he merely gave a grunt of acknowledgement to the doorman that stood at Babylon. He was frequently not in the mood to deal with things as simple as greetings, but that particular day even less so. He ignored the scattered patrons and workers he passed on the way to the office, leaving them to their business and made his way into the office.

He was hardly surprised to see Sojin there, and merely grunted his acknowledgment of her as well. The god sighed softly and slid into the chair taking the offered glass from her once it was offered. “Just a meeting I finished early,” he explained simply, not often giving people much to actually use and understand anything he said. Taking a drink of the alcohol, he leaned back in the chair, beginning to relax. “And you? Who did you beat up? And why?” he asked with a glance toward her hands, the question more casual than it should have been for anyone in any other line of business.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆syrup crisis⋆✥⋆

[mpxpythia]

Lay nodded slowly at the question, biting his bottom lip. “Uh, I hope it’s a good surprised,” he murmured, flashing a sheepish smile. It was so hard to tell what the man was thinking and feeling. At the every least, though, he did not seem mad that he had stepped in to solve the problem. That was a relief. The last thing he would ever want to do was somehow anger him. He liked his job, even if he really didn’t need it.

“Um, Park Yixing, sir.” he replied, offering the man a smile. His name plate said Lay, of course, but he figured he should give his employer his proper name, the one on the store’s records and such. “It should be just another twenty minutes at the most. They said they would send the shipment right away, and they aren’t far,” he replied, glancing at the clock on the wall just to confirm. 

He fell silent for a moment, rocking on his heels and puffing out his cheeks. “Uh, would you like something to drink while you’re here? Since you made the trip and all?” He asked awkwardly, figuring it would only be polite to offer Seth something. “As long as it doesn’t have vanilla or hazelnut syrup in it, of course,” he murmured, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck.

[mpxseth]

Most of his employees weren’t really sure how to behave around him, which he saw as understandable. He wasn’t the easiest person to read, much less actually get along with. He liked a certain amount of distance between himself and the workers at the Flower Mill, not wanting to engage them further than was necessary given that he simply didn’t like how precious they were.

“Yixing,” he repeated the name with a slight nod, recalling a few sparse details of the barista’s file and his interview. “Right, well, it is a good surprised. I didn’t anticipate that you’d be one to take charge of anything,” he said, which he realized didn’t exactly seem like a compliment. But given his demeanor, he found it to be.

A soft snort left him at the other’s words, and he glanced down at his watch. Since he’d made the trip over, he didn’t have any other meetings, so he offered a shrug. “Sure. Cappuccino,” he crossed his arms over his chest, thinking silently for a moment. “Have any customers left because we were out?” he questioned, glancing toward the scattered patrons. He made a note in the back of his mind to add a bonus to the kid’s paycheck that week.

[mpsehun]

yo. (sehun+seth)

[mpsehun]

Sehun hadn’t anticipated to be recognized, but it was still excessively awkward - likely even the most awkward situation he could ever recall being part of - to be greeted that way. Knowing that this person before him now was his father, while the man himself seemed oblivious to that information, felt more than a little surreal. After all, it wasn’t exactly normal for Sehun to be privy to information that other’s weren’t already in on. Add in the whole ‘cutesy cafe’ crap and Sehun felt like the twilight zone had taken over. 

Scrutiny passing over his features, Sehun’s reply isn’t exactly prompt, as he’s too preoccupied with just getting a read on this guy. Maybe it wasn’t his brightest idea, coming down here to meet a total stranger, but Sehun sort of felt like he owed it to this flake to share the awkwardness that the demigod himself was feeling. And hey, maybe some sort of obligation would be felt by the man, and Sehun could get a little post-child support money out of it? 

Alright, so his mom likely hadn’t even known she was pregnant for ages, not until this guy was long gone. Nor could she ever seem to recall what the name of Sehun’s Y chromosome supplier was, so Sehun didn’t exactly hold any resentment against this person. But nobody ever said Sehun was a nice guy, and honestly? It would have helped to have a little clarity on his rage issues when he was younger. 

Quirking his brow, it takes a moment for Sehun to cotton onto what Seth means when he asks after his origins, and when he does, its almost funny enough to make him crack a grin. Luckily the severe weirdness of this encounter keeps his face straight. 

“Yeah. Sure. I guess you could say that.” The younger shrugs noncommittally as he replies. Watching the perky girl fetch Seth’s coffee, Sehun can truly say this is the weirdest situation of his entire life. “Though I gotta say, you look pretty Korean to me…”

“I kinda figured she would have said something, Bastet,” he goes on when silence persists between them, telling Seth a little about his encounter with the goddess that had quickly gleaned on to Sehun’s heritage, like it was the easiest thing in the world to spot. “She seemed the type, since she felt compelled to have me come down and meet you.” 

He scratches lightly at the back of his neck, feeling that itch of destruction steadily grow stronger under his skin, the strangeness of the situation only making it worse. He can’t help the way his eyes seem to locate the very breakable stack of ceramic plates and cappuccino mugs behind the counter, or the man that’s trying to precariously balance two to go trays of coffees along with a bag of pastries for his office coworkers. He can already imagine just how satisfying it would be to trip that man, send all that fresh coffee and delicate sugar flying.

[mpxseth]

There was undoubtedly something a little bit strange about the boy before him, he seemed uncomfortable and a bit...on edge in a way that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Set was rather used to strange people, and people who seemed to emanate discomfort. But something seemed almost knowing in the mortal’s gaze as he looked at him. It seemed to take a while for the words to actually reach him, or perhaps he only inclined to draw out the silence. While Set had half a mind to simply tell him to say what he wanted or to allow them to carry on with their business, he didn’t.

He snorted softly at the kid’s words, “Looks are deceiving,” being all he offered before he took the offered coffee from the barista. It was all a bit strange, but the kid seemed as though there was something he needed to say, something he wanted to know. He certainly hoped that at the very least he wasn’t about to ask for a job, because he wouldn’t even hire him to mob the floors of the Flower Mill. He was far too bitter. Maybe mopping the floors of Babylon.

However, at the mention of his sister’s name, a brow lifted, pausing as he took a drink from the bitter coffee. “Bastet sent you here...” he said, voice trailing as pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. “Ah, I see. She wouldn’t send you here except for one reason. You’re my son?” he asked. If he were hers or any of the others gods’ offspring, she would have never actually encouraged him to meet Seth.

“How about that...well, alright. Who’s your mom?” he asked, a frown coming to his expression. Sehun’s face didn’t speak of anyone familiar, then again he didn’t remember most of the people he ended up having some sort of affair with. They were just convenient for the moment. “I hope you aren’t expecting some touching family reunion hugging thing, by the way, because that won’t happen,” he said, wanting to be sure and put it out there just in case this kid wanted to lose it on him too. Most of his kids had anger issues, he understood that much, but he didn’t want to really lead them to believe he was much of a father.

[mpxseth]

⋆✥⋆sanity break⋆✥⋆

[mamadragunxoxo-blog]

Everything always needed to be more interesting. Seth seemed to bring out a part of Jiho that had been left in Japan. Or had he thought it was. There was a darkness inside of the male and he knew it. It was from the years of being tested, made to show who he was and his loyalties to keep his mother going. Now, he wouldn’t blame all that he was on his mom. No, he chose to seek out the Yakuza.There was a a time he felt he was on top of the world with money and women, but that was when he was naive. When he was a young teenager, these thoughts were the ones that would plague him. Now as he was older, he knew that he wasn’t the smartest kid- easily wrapped around an idea. It created a monster, for the lack of a better word. He lived for violence, sex, drugs. In this day he was trying to change but Seth just made him think of all the things he missed.

Pursing his lips, his eyes watched the woman move as Seth spoke for a moment before he let a smile curve his lips. It was dark and from the alcohol in his system it just made it more twisted. Knocking back the rest of his drink, he heaved a deep sigh before rising up from the chair. Cocking a playful brow at the God, he couldn’t help but smirk before he drifted away. Moving through the crowd, he felt like an attack dog let loose. He knew what he wanted and there was a chance that she wouldn’t want the same. But who was he to complain ? It wouldn’t be the first time he got what he wanted without asking.

The son of Acat moved besides the woman, speaking softly and introducing himself with a charm that he had learned over time. It didn’t take long to get a name out of her or the fact that she wanted to dance. It would take a minute to get back to Seth but as the woman grabbed his hand and begun to lead him to the floor, Jiho shot a look where he knew the God was. Easily he met the Gods eyes as once more the mischievous smirk pulled his lips before finally, he was lost to the crowd. She was innocent- not knowing really how to dance in the club but she made sure to keep his hands at the right spot making him somewhat annoyed. It meant more drinks.

It didn’t take long before he was bringing the girl over, hand in hand as he stopped before the bar and Seth.

“ Li, this my homeboy, Seth. “ He pronounced the name different as he moved to lean over the bar, banging his fist lightly to catch the bartenders attention. Once the other looked down his way, he turned his eyes to look at Seth with a smirk

“ I’m thinking Tequila. “ He mused before glancing at the female that hovered near his side from the God. A smirk made her smile yet she looked uneasy. Did she not drink often ? Hrm, how peculiar. Why was she in the club ? She had said her friends had brought her into the place but when he found her there was no one around. Had they left her. No matter, it made things easier for him and with the liquor in his system he could care less. In a way, he was becoming more and more dangerous.

Soon the shots were brought over and he made sure to make hers a little more amped than she would think. Already she had shown ignorance on beer and liquor. If he got her pretty drunk, they could do anything they want.

[mpxseth]

It was an unfortunate tendency for Seth that he brought out the worst in people. Of course, in his view, it was rather the best in them as he simply saw that most people needed a little more excitement in their lives and less of the mundane. And that was where he came in, he brought a whirlwind of anarchy into other people’s lives, whether it was through something as common as a thrashing storm or made them go near insane. For the god, it was all a manner of amusement, and he cared very little for who ended up in his path of destruction.

He watched casually, calmly, as Jiho made his way to the woman, seeing his charm working in action. It served to amuse Set, a soft snort escaping him as he met the other’s gaze as he lead her to dance. It was so much simpler to have other people do the charming for him. Sure, he knew that he could coerce someone into trusting him if he wanted to, but it required far too much energy than he was usually willing to exert. Jiho was young, he was still full of mischief and the type that still enjoyed the prelude as much as whenever things actually became interesting.

After another drink or so, he recognized that the two were heading back toward him, and he adopted a faint smile. “Hello, Li. It’s a pleasure,” he greeted the girl, glancing toward Jiho for a brief moment. The use of the term ‘homeboy’ was a little bizarre, but he had long ago tried to accept the strange speech of the modern eras. That wasn’t to say that he was about to call anyone a homeboy anytime though.

A brow raised in quiet agreement at the suggestion of drink. “Are you having a nice time tonight, my dear?” he asked, his voice the certain tone of soothing he knew tended to work on naive women in particular. At her assurance that she was, he offered another smile, and it was only a moment later that they drank the alcohol.

“Not much of a drinker, is she?” he asked of Jiho, amusement lacing his tone as he began to allow a sensation slip toward the girl. A hand reached out, seeming as if to only prevent her from bumping into someone, but as he did he was able to allow a sensation of slight insanity to spill into her. It wouldn’t be enough for her to completely lose herself, of course, yet he knew that if he’d used misery she might have ended up running. He didn’t want a chase, not yet.

“Our little Li isn’t looking so well,” he commented, eyeing the girl as she began to slip into her own mind, the alcohol and insanity causing her breathing to quicken, her eyes looking a little glazed in panic. “What should we do about this?” he asked, still keeping an edge of feigned care in his tone, “perhaps we should take her out to get some fresh air...”

[themaxchangmin]