"What am I looking for..." he repeats, voice sing-song.
He holds out a palm and in a puff of dark smoke, a scroll appears, one end unrolling, hitting the floor, and continuing to roll past Hades. Scrawled on the page seems to be a list of names, some crossed out, with varying numbers and other shorthand text with them.
He hmmms at the scroll, deep in thought, then conjures a quill into his other hand and a pair of spectacles over his eyes. He finds a blank space and then peers at this new soul.
"You got any specialties?"
Hades might have judged the soul too swiftly. Maybe it was alright. Alright enough that Hades might actually give him something he can succeed at, instead of throwing him into the deep-end for a laugh and watching him try to find footing.
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He holds out a palm and in a puff of dark smoke, a scroll appears, one end unrolling, hitting the floor, and continuing to roll past Hades. Scrawled on the page seems to be a list of names, some crossed out, with varying numbers and other shorthand text with them.
He hmmms at the scroll, deep in thought, then conjures a quill into his other hand and a pair of spectacles over his eyes. He finds a blank space and then peers at this new soul.
"You got any specialties?"
Hades might have judged the soul too swiftly. Maybe it was alright. Alright enough that Hades might actually give him something he can succeed at, instead of throwing him into the deep-end for a laugh and watching him try to find footing.
What? Occasionally he can be a "good guy."