𝘎𝘜𝘚 𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘕 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌: there was no fun and no games to be had, not with the current situation. he claps a hand on kian’s shoulder with brows furrowed, chucking his chin in another direction. “yo. you got a second?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, plucking kian from whatever he’s doing by wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulder. because, obviously, whatever gus had found was more important than the bullshit kian was doing at the moment.
when they’re far enough out of ear shot from any passersby, the son of nike leans in conspiratorially. “look, don’t freak out, ok?” he says, ushering the son of hecate into what seems like a nondescript satyr hut, “it’s just, i think --- i think there’s been a murder, bro.” it sounds like a joke, but it doesn’t seem like one - because, as they enter the hut, there is 100% a corpse seated at a breakfast nook.
it’s fresh, and clearly missing an arm - but there’s no blood anywhere. “you think it was magic?” gus asks, giving them the impromptu roles of detective (gus) and sidekick (kian, obviously), “maybe someone really wanted him dead, you know? there’s a secret here, and we’re not leavin’ til we figure it out.”
realistically, it was natural causes.
but gus didn’t exactly notice those details: all he knew was that there was a dead body, obviously missing an arm, situated right in front of them. “i looked around and i can’t find anything, but. i need a second set of eyes, you know?” he couldn’t find any evidence of foul play because there wasn’t any --- but, then again, magic worked outside the rules of reality he’d come to know since coming to olympus.
