#mpxhel

[mpxarawn]

Dead Poets Society ||

@mpxhel , @mpxyanluo

Yet another gathering of the usual culprits. They were the ones to be reckoned with. The gods of death and underworld. They ruled their respective realms with justifiable rules and while they were entirely different, there was also some similarities. Yet again, they would meet, at a cafe to sate their need for sweets. Honestly, their meetings only sounded dramatic, but it was just an opportunity to catch up on the weekly gossip, goings on and to commiserate in the sheer amount of work they all had on their plates. 

As usual, first to arrive, the Celt was a man of punctuality and was comfortably seated, sipping tea out of a porcelain cup. There was just something delicate about porcelain and the Celt was intrigued, his gaze falling on the edges of the cup as he took sips of the sweetened black tea. He looked up from the drink to see his companions approaching. Of course, they weren’t late at all but the Celt could color himself amused. “You’re late,” he states, his tone almost joking. 

[mpwukong]

Two Gods vs One Ghost | cont from here w/ @mpxhel ft Wukong & Hel 

“Oh..” Wukong hums softly as he stops beside the goddess, chin lifted to gaze up at the seemingly empty tree. Though following the soft glimmer of orange in his own gaze, he’s able to see very clearly the problematic poltergeist swinging on a branch, taunting the goddess of the underworld. With his hands clasped behind his back, the Monkey King rocks a little back on his heels, before humming softly as he tries to think of a way to help. 

“Is anyone fond of ghost possession?” He has to ask, having thought over her warning for a moment, as his brows furrow before he looks back to the current problem at hand. 

“You look nice by the way” he murmurs out of the side of his mouth, before lifting a hand to tap on his chin. “Maybe we could tempt it down with something?” He announces clearer before nodding. “With my children bananas always used to work!” He hums, nodding as he looks over to her again. 

[mpxrowoon]

cont from here w/ @mpxhel ft Hel & possessed Rowoon 

Rowoon should not have been messing with things he did not fully understand, was way outmatched for and would have dire consequences. His trip to Xibalba after the death of his mother had filled him with curiosity and questions about the process of the afterlife. He had read what he could, studied all the different pantheon’s mythologies and locations, but nothing beat empirical study. 

He hadn’t foreseen it backfiring so massively. As the spirit he had been observing had turned on him, seeping into his body and taking control. Invigorated by it’s new lease of life it had wrecked havoc. Rowoon has more than a few people to apologise to after this. 

Upon seeing the petite, yet no less fearsome, death goddess Hel, giddy with it’s trickery, the spirit had wound Rowoon’s long arms around the goddess and cling to her tight, pressing her into his chest with a happy coo as his cheek presses to her hair. She was comforting, as a shepherd of souls, but also it felt like getting one up on her. He was here and alive again, there was nothing she could do about it! In reply to her question he only grins, Rowoon’s face contorted with a wide, almost clownish grin that was definitely not his own. Permission? He didn’t need permission to live.

[mpxtsukuyomi]

“ i’m taking back what you’ve taken from me . ”

“You must be crazy. I could say the same thing.” A hand once again outstretched to demand for that 4-carat ring Hel once again attempted to claim as her own, he beckoned her over, though for something else he needed her help with. From looking at all the items she fancied, he gathered her tastes were of quite an exceptional level, and his other hand clasped at the cushioned tray where two pairs of earrings sat, gleaming in all their glory. He was seeing Psyche today - but Hel didn’t need to know that. “Now, give that ring back and tell me...” How would he put this lightly? In the most nonchalant, unassuming way possible? “... which pair is nicer?”

[mpxtsukuyomi]

[ slide ] sender pushes a jeweled cuff across the table to receiver (oh she's pouting )

“Hand it over.”  A jeweled cuff glowing in mid air, wandering around the room? Tsukuyomi sighed, lamenting at the gradually more valuable items Hel ‘takes’ from within the store. With a hand extended, he gestured at the younger goddess while staring off into space as usual, only grinning with satisfaction when he heard the cuff sliding across the glass counter. “Thank you,” he singsonged, picking it up and slipping it into his own wrist, before clearing his throat slightly. “Don’t you have better things to do around here? Like go out for coffee with girlfriends or something?”

[queenmothermp]

A continuation from here for the queen of Niflheim @mpxhel

The woman standing near her certainly had the aura of a death goddess, yet also a child. How interesting...a death goddess in the hospital. She could not help but wonder why--or more importantly, just who this goddess was--but it was not in her best interests, nor the best interests of the patients and staff of Asclepius, to cause a scene in the midst of this hall. Besides, she had hoped to get along well with the other pantheons; meeting Athena and Susanoo had been quite pleasant. She hoped this interaction would be the same.

Neither patient...nor visitor? And not an employee (certainly not, she wasn't aware of any other gods or goddesses on the roster in any case)? Then what in all the realms was this deity doing there? Ah, but when the woman pointed and explained that a wandering soul nearby was 'one of hers', Xiwangmu's demeanor changed and a warm smile spread upon her features, a sparkle to kind chestnut eyes. "Visitor, then," she countered as she took a few steps forward and dipped her hand into the pocket of her white coat to produce a simple visitor's sticker. "I like to carry a few of these around, just in case," she insisted, offering it to the goddess with a soft wink.

"I am Xiwangmu, medical director here at Asclepius. How can I help?" Couldn't have the poor souls wandering lost, now, could they? Being the queen of paradise within her own pantheon, she understood the worry that came with one wandering outside their realm.

[queenmothermp]

❛ i don't work for you. ❜

Though a petite woman, there was something about Xiwangmu's regal stature and elegance that made her presence far larger than her body seemed. Within her own pantheon, she had what she considered to be an amicable relationship with deities associated with death. But outside of her pantheon? It was another story. She attempted to keep her demeanor pleasant and downright civil as she countered, keeping her hands in the pockets of her immaculately-pressed white coat. "Then why are you wandering around my hospital?" she asked. "Patients should be in their rooms. Visitors should have a pass." Order, routine, these kept the patients safe and that was her top priority at Asclepius.

[mpxtsukuyomi]

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

Tsukuyomi was back from his long trek in Fukushima, and although many daunting things waited for him, oddly, he was least looking forward to getting to be in Hel’s presence again. Like he’d aged even further in just a month’s time, he was too tired to get witty with this bratty goddess, and his back slumped in defeat, a sigh of woe leaving his lips.

“Yes, Hel, jealous of you and your lover,” he tossed out quietly but with exasperation, the sarcasm spilling from his words. Hel’s tendency to get smart with him was getting worse and worse, and this only person with the nerve to tease him about Psyche’s departure now stood, smug and amused, and if he told the truth, it always got to him; perhaps not the actual jab, but the way she always knew how to get on his nerves. “Don’t fool me - that on your ring finger is my work.”