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[mpxarawn]

Eros looks upon the scrying mirror that shows the image of the humans at war again. ❛ i'm sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew. ❜

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Arawn sipped his Earl Grey tea and in an elegant move, he summoned one of his personal guards to keep an eye on the war "Alert me if anything happens," he stated, and the soldier departed with a silent confirmation. The Celtic death god then turned his attention to Eros. "I would prefer to avoid the unfortunate situation that arose with the Romans back when they had decided that conquering the European land was absolutely necessary. I'm still rather bitter about my dear Gauls," Arawn added.

"But it's none of our concern Eros. Humanity will always tear themselves apart whether we are out there or not. It's always a matter of time," the God stated, gazing in tired amusement at the god of love. "After all, haven't people gone to tensions over love as well? All this could be is mere escalation of romantic conflict like a modern day Romeo and Juliet!" Tne death god added.

He truly was a sucker for a good romance regardless. "May I offer you a cup of tea, Eros? A lovely chamomile is good for a restless soul. You don't usually look at scrying mirrors to my knowledge," arawn asked, pouring the god a cup anyway and setting it in front of him.

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The god smiled at that as well. "I think that's a common thread among death gods. Fearsome eldritch beings with a heart of gold and adorable dogs," he laughed.

        The god gazed ahead for a moment, quiet for a moment as the other commented that mount Phoenix was a place of intriguing minds. He agreed with that. In the time that he's spent at Mount Phoenix, he'd met many a demigod who had skills and knowledge that would shock anyone. "It truly Is a place of fascinating and incredible minds. There's demigods here who have skills and knowledge even beyond normal," he stated. He then turned his focus fully on the other god with a smile.

      Arawn found Morpheus refreshing and he could see that working with the other would be quite something.

     As Morpheus answered his question with some confusion at first, arawn clarified. "You are a neutral third party, so perfectly respectable person to ask for opinion," he added. But Morpheus was more on point if things than Arawn expected. He turned his full focus on the other god. "There was recently a young demigod around in the archives who mentioned that being a king and leader isn't the way for a university head. It was the first time someone actively did that and that made me question everything. I was just wondering whether I am leading the university the right way," he responded.

the god quietly sat reading as a woman passed by. his gaze followed her for a brief moment before he felt the air close to him change. a similar powerful aura to his, like a sort of god who's always there in the background of things. he quietly closed his book and set it to the side. the comment on his dogs made him smile and the celt simply crossed his legs with a quiet movement and for a moment, he gazed out quietly at their surrounding before finally acknowledging the god sat next to him.

"in this form, they are cute," he laughed, his accent ringing through the air. "in their usual form, they are truly the stuff of nightmares, but then I suppose you'd know all about that," he stated, his tone light and joking, the death god reached for the coffee cup next to his book.

"i wish i could have greeted you properly upon your arrival at the university, morpheus, but your arrival coincided with my sabbatical and alas, I deeply regret that I was unable to meet you there earlier," the Celt stated, turning his attention to the God of dreams next to him. "but now we have met. I must ask, are you enjoying mount phoenix?"

while the celt waited for morpheus to reply, he took a sip of his coffee, deep in thought. "i should be returning to the university soon and will resume my position as president and english professor. May I ask you another question?"

"What do you think the university needs more in a president?" he asked. Maybe the God of dreams, may have an answer to his dilemma.

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tw: discussions of death

Arawn took a sip of his own tea for a moment, letting a comfortable silence come over them as ezra quietly thought. He knew death and dying was often something that was really hard to process those who tried and then came out alive without knowing what had happened at all. He tried to be there to ease their pain and give them understanding and closure that they needed.

Everything was inevitable.

Once he'd described the citrine ring, he saw the gaze of understanding in Ezras eyes. "Sometimes, depending on where one finds things, it's all fate. At the time, maybe you were meant to get this ring for a future occurrence. Maybe the shopkeeper where you got the ring, had an inkling that you would need it for reassurance later in life," he stated, after he'd handed the.ring back to Ezra.

The god leaned back in his seat and relaxed. He was pleased to see that his advice resonated. "Please remember Ezra, my door is always open, should you find yourself in need of assistance or just feel overwhelmed," he added.

As Ezra stated that his words meant a lot and that his perspective was appreciated, Arawn bowed his head in delight. "I'm glad I could offer some semblance of advice and closure. This is a very personal journey, and a very personal experience. Please know that I can always offer help and advice should you ever need it," he stated.

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"Shouldn't I be allowed to decide for myself?"

Those words had rolled off of Ezra's tongue before their lips could catch them. But the damage was done. The words were out there. Lingering in the air like a rotten smell. Heavy. Uneasy.

The student sighed, staring at their hands as they nervously fidgeted with one of the rings on their finger. "It's hard to stop thinking about Death. Especially when I came so close to them. It makes me wonder why they gave me another chance... I get the first time. It was really not my fault. So I do get why they sent me back," Ezra started, not looking up from their hands, "I just really hoped they didn't. I wouldn't be in this mess," the poet mumbled quietly and almost inaudibly.

"I can't sleep, my grades are slipping, I don't like going to work anymore... I feel like no one cares about me... if things keep going like this... I won't make it till the new year."

The demigod's citrine ring slipped off their finger. Ezra sighed, tracking ring with the yellow gem as it rolled over the floor. Another heavy confession had left the darkness of their thoughts into the real world in such short amount of time. Maybe that wasn't that surprising. Arawn felt... safe.

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Her glee was absolutely infectious as she opened her presents from him and he stood by on the side, watching her. He genuinely adored all the cute demigods in his pantheon and always bragged about how cute and talented and skilled they all were in their respective fields. "I'm glad you like them! And I'm sure Cactus and Tili will also love their presents!" He added, grinning in delight. The death God was rather pleased with the outcome.

As Mai agreed with his suggestion on the new pot as a bonding activity, the God nodded. "Next time! This.time I want to treat you to dinner and dessert. A new place opened on campus recently and I would like to go try it out. I think they made it a fusion place!" He exclaimed.

The hug was unexpected but the god hugged her back tightly. "I'm really glad. You're one of my favorite children of the pantheon. All you deserve to feel welcomed and loved even the pets," he stated. He was genuinely pleased. "Now shall we head off and then come back later to grab the gifts?"He asked.

Mai's eyes sparkled with delight at Arawn's words. The mental image of the succulent slowly outgrowing its ghost planter brought a warm smile to her face. It meant he was taking good care of the halloween present. "I'm so bloomin' glad! Do you want me to make you a new planter for it?"

As Mai followed Arawn into the main building, she couldn't help but smile at his affectionate nickname for her. She felt grateful for their close bond as family. Something truly important to her.

"You have a present for me too? That's so bloomin' sweet!" Mai exclaimed, her curiosity piqued. Her mind was buzzing with anticipation. The prospect of another thoughtful gift from her uncle filled her with joy.

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the god quietly sat reading as a woman passed by. his gaze followed her for a brief moment before he felt the air close to him change. a similar powerful aura to his, like a sort of god who's always there in the background of things. he quietly closed his book and set it to the side. the comment on his dogs made him smile and the celt simply crossed his legs with a quiet movement and for a moment, he gazed out quietly at their surrounding before finally acknowledging the god sat next to him.

"in this form, they are cute," he laughed, his accent ringing through the air. "in their usual form, they are truly the stuff of nightmares, but then I suppose you'd know all about that," he stated, his tone light and joking, the death god reached for the coffee cup next to his book.

"i wish i could have greeted you properly upon your arrival at the university, morpheus, but your arrival coincided with my sabbatical and alas, I deeply regret that I was unable to meet you there earlier," the Celt stated, turning his attention to the God of dreams next to him. "but now we have met. I must ask, are you enjoying mount phoenix?"

while the celt waited for morpheus to reply, he took a sip of his coffee, deep in thought. "i should be returning to the university soon and will resume my position as president and english professor. May I ask you another question?"

"What do you think the university needs more in a president?" he asked. Maybe the God of dreams, may have an answer to his dilemma.

His arrival on the island had been unceremonious--in many ways, he was just there. As though he had always been there. And this situation proved no different. His arrival near the chancellor was also unceremonious, appearing as though he had been there all along. Silent, motionless. Because he was a master of illusion, because he was not truly in this world--only a projection--his footsteps would make no sound unless he wanted them to.

A woman walked by. The dog barked. The owner continued to read while patting its head. Yet as the woman passed the bench, she did not notice the sudden appearance of a second figure, clothed in a midnight long coat that reached to his ankles of sleek black boots, a subtle shimmer within the fabric like distant stars--and if one caught a glimpse of the lining, they would see the night sky with swirling galaxies and nebulas and constellations ever-shifting--his eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of sunglasses, his hair in a loose top knot and seeming to float as though the figure himself was submerged, adrift in a lazy river--a 'stream of consciousness', perhaps.

Just as quickly as he had appeared, his presence was known; powerful, of course, as a king of dreams may be tickling at the back of one's mind like a distant melody that lingered upon waking, that might be lost unless quickly recorded--yet in that moment, he remained with his scent of Greek lavender, heliotrope, and sweet vanilla subtle but present as it wafted about him. One leg crossed over the other at the knee, his hands clasped upon his thigh with long, slender fingers laced and folded over the backs of his palms.

"Cute dogs," he murmured in a haunting but soft, ethereal baritone, intoxicating as something from another world.

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"I do indeed have a present for you and for your pets as well," he stated. He opened the door to his office and stepped aside. "After you, Little Bee," he stated. The present that he'd had for her was resting on the sofa in his office, wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. Inside the wrapping paper, was a large bee shaped squishmallow and two differently sized pokemon pet bed. "I wanted to get a bigger one, but it seems that it was impossible to get one that big with quick arrival," he stated.

Regarding her earlier comment whether he wanted a new pot for the little plant, Arawn walked over to the desk and showed her the plant she'd given him a long while ago. "Well, I do like the cute ghost planter, but I really think he's outgrown it," he added. "I'd like a new pot but we can make it an activity! I'd like to see myself how those are made and done all cute!" he exclaimed.

Mai's eyes sparkled with delight at Arawn's words. The mental image of the succulent slowly outgrowing its ghost planter brought a warm smile to her face. It meant he was taking good care of the halloween present. "I'm so bloomin' glad! Do you want me to make you a new planter for it?"

As Mai followed Arawn into the main building, she couldn't help but smile at his affectionate nickname for her. She felt grateful for their close bond as family. Something truly important to her.

"You have a present for me too? That's so bloomin' sweet!" Mai exclaimed, her curiosity piqued. Her mind was buzzing with anticipation. The prospect of another thoughtful gift from her uncle filled her with joy.

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The god watched the other quietly sit down next to Rocco and the pup placed his head on the others lap, rather comfortable at his spot. Arawn almost reprimanded his dog, but held himself back from doing so, seeing that Rocco was merely just offering comfort to his son. He read what the other wrote and nodded. "In my old age, names come and go. I tend to associate family members with various nicknames. Pretty swan for you at first, simply because you're like a graceful swan in your robes, almost gliding among the crowds," he explained.

"Pretty son, because the genetics took excellent care. Your mother was stunning and I'm nothing to complain about, so of course, you'd end up being rather beautiful yourself," the God added, remembering the brief love affair he had. Rocco barked at that in agreement before settling his head back on Hua's lap. "And Rocco seems to have taken a liking to you as well!"

Arawn got quiet for a moment. "I'm quite pleased to see you got my letter, I was worried that it would be lost," he stated, after a few moments. "I usually do send out letters to my children or in the very least, leave a letter with their mother so that when they're old enough, they can reach out to me on their own. I rarely meddle in your lives," he added.

Huachang moved slightly, his smile soft as always since it was the only expression he knew how to do anymore, his head shaking to show the man it was not a problem at all that something important came up. It was not like everything needed to be dropped for that moment or they couldn't see each other again and catch up, which is what they were doing now so there was no need.

Grabbing his notebook he started write out that exact thought, that there was no need for any form of apology since he was alright with waiting. Patient even. He could tell from their first meeting that Arawn was a very dependable person. The limp was there, even through his grace and elegance, as he made his way to sit back down on the sofa where the strange pup now was.

His eyes met the others again, a tilt of his head expressing his thoughts about the interesting nicknames. Slowly he wrote down, first his name and them asked why those nicknames were chosen and what they meant.

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Family Bonds ||

@huahuaxmp

The God genuinely adored spending time with his son. Since his brief break was coming to a close, he'd decided to spend the last few free days with his son, just bonding. The God had a gift for Hua tucked away in his coat, hearing the soft bark. he'd invited Hua out for tea and desserts so that they could talk more and hang out as family before he'd have to go back to work and take on his duties as teacher and president at the university once again.

He took a sip of tea and absent mindedly read as he waited for Hua to show up. Finally seeing his son arrive, the God grinned. "Good to see you! Did you manage to make it here okay? Is your leg okay?" he asked, concern all over his face and motioned for Hua to sit down across him.

"I have a gift for you," he stated.

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Arawn enjoyed her energy. It was refreshing and delightful. "You do indeed boost the lovability of your pantheon for sure!" he laughed, also playful. the death god may look scary and intimidating, but his love for sweets overpowered his scary vibes by a lot. "I'm Arawn, delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss?" the god stated with a grin. Since she was giving him snack suggestions, he may as well introduce himself.

He nodded in deep thought as the girl voiced her recommendation and her opinion on the candied hawthorn. "Tart with a tinge of sweet, that sounds interesting. I'm intrigued to try it, and then we can go for other sweets," he stated, carefully stepping towards the vendor and asking for four sticks of the candied hawthorn. He got the sweet sticks and handed the girl two of them, slipping the strawberry tanghulu in his other hand.

"I enjoy sweets and even though this type of festival isn't all that common in my pantheon, I am still quite fascinated by everything," he said.

Yingyue watched the man before him. She was rather sure by the way he talked that he was a god, but she did not see any need to establish that. He had merely been there to help, and it was something she did quite appreciate. Plus, she would never turn down a compliment. She was Jiang Yingyue after all. "Thank you. I really do help boost the lovability of my pantheon." She boasts, though her words were meant more playfully. Everyone she had met so far had been absolutely lovely.

Nodding her head, she smiled. "Yes. But, it is not really as sweet as yours is. More tart with a little sweet. Can really pucker the lips if you get one of the good ones." Yingyue absolutely adored sour treats, and she knew she wanted one now. But, she obliged his question for recommendations. "If you want really sweet, you need to get the grape tanghulu. They sometimes can be a bit sweeter than the strawberry version. Regardless, it is yummy."

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The Death of Dreams ||

@morpheusxmp

Arawn had recently officially gone on break. He'd found a reliable, dependable former student to take over his English classes, and Athena had taken on his presidential duties as a vice-president. Everything was properly set up and under control, so Arawn could take the well deserved break. He'd worked as the professor of English Literature for the past 6 years now, and spent simultaneous two years on the council, and recently had taken over as president almost two years ago. The break was well needed, since the God found himself stressed and suffering an identity crisis since his credentials had been put into question.

He was glad to have the free time to rest and de-stress. It was a slightly warmer day and the God had found himself comfortable on a bench in the park. He watched his two dogs run around off leash, while he just sat back comfortably with a cup of coffee and a book by his side. He stood out, as he always did, with blonde hair heavily curled and pinned up around the side, both hands heavily ringed and laced boots, paired with his usual trench coat. He gazed out ahead at the trees around, rather enjoying the life around.

He popped open the book he'd recently acquired. As much as the God praised the classics, sometimes, he just wanted to read a good dark fantasy novel. The God let himself zone out as he began reading, engrossed in the novel, as his dogs settled next to his feet, taing a break fro their running around.

One of the dogs, a white Shepherd dog (Rocco), let out a bark when he'd heard unfamiliar footsteps. The death god simply absent-mindedly petted the dog.

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tw: discussions of death and methods of dying

Ah, there it was. The question that had been hanging thick in the air, finally out. The death god raised his own tea cup, taking a sip of the tea, gazing at Ezra over the cup. Arawn pondered for a moment how he should respond. He was used to heavy, uneasy, painful. "I don't believe things are pre-determined. fate and free will isn't my area of expertise. I just know everything ends. Everyone ends up in the same situations," Arawn stated.

As his precious student fidgeted with the rings on their hand, Arawn quietly pondered the other's situation. As Ezra spoke, the god noted everything and set all the thoughts into his heart. He wished he could help the other more. He placed a heavily ringed hand on Ezra's back, lending the weight as a sort of comfort. "Death is a fascinating mistress. Even I cannot begin to understand everything. Coming close to death and then being released only to then remain shackled to the cruel mistress, is a truly scary thought. You were let go for a reason. You just have to find that reason, and I can't help with that. That is something that stays close to the heart," the God offered as a comfort.

A heavy confession left Ezra and Arawn's gaze followed the citrine ring. The God picked it up off the floor. "Don't worry about work or grades. Your health comes first and there are many people who care about you and would be sad if...something did happen to you." he said. The Celt analyzed the citrine ring before putting it in Ezra's palm. "I like the citrine stone. Natural citrine is known for grounding emotions, bringing creativity and imagination to the front. It also transforms negative thoughts and feelings to positive ones." he stated.

"Surround yourself with good things, Ezra, and everything will be just fine," the God stated.

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"Shouldn't I be allowed to decide for myself?"

Those words had rolled off of Ezra's tongue before their lips could catch them. But the damage was done. The words were out there. Lingering in the air like a rotten smell. Heavy. Uneasy.

The student sighed, staring at their hands as they nervously fidgeted with one of the rings on their finger. "It's hard to stop thinking about Death. Especially when I came so close to them. It makes me wonder why they gave me another chance... I get the first time. It was really not my fault. So I do get why they sent me back," Ezra started, not looking up from their hands, "I just really hoped they didn't. I wouldn't be in this mess," the poet mumbled quietly and almost inaudibly.

"I can't sleep, my grades are slipping, I don't like going to work anymore... I feel like no one cares about me... if things keep going like this... I won't make it till the new year."

The demigod's citrine ring slipped off their finger. Ezra sighed, tracking ring with the yellow gem as it rolled over the floor. Another heavy confession had left the darkness of their thoughts into the real world in such short amount of time. Maybe that wasn't that surprising. Arawn felt... safe.

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He takes a peek at her book, intrigued. "That looks quite interesting," he states, casually intrigued by the book she was reading. At the mention of Morrigan not knowing her yet, the death god shrugs in amusement. "I'm sure that you'd surpass her expectations and as for going bravely in the afterlife, well, I'd ensure only the best," he adds, laughing/

The God takes a seat in front of her desk, briefly, since he's not there on business and more so out of personal pleasure. "Well, Invidia is a dear friend, I'd hate to disappoint him if I never kept my word and I did tell you that we'd catch up later at the dance, when I'd answer all pressing questions about the celts." he states, and nods once she offers the lounge .

"I dislike the cold season. It's not made for someone like me, so the lounge would be great. As for snack and drinks, I'd appreciate a cup of black tea with a splash of milk and maybe some sort of dessert," he states, getting up and dusting off the cloak he wore that day. "I'd love see Invidia, but the boy does deserve his rest. He already works so hard, so as long as it's not too hard," Arawn adds out of concern for his dear friend.

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    Malea chuckles and reaches for her bookmark before slotting it into the pages and closing the book. “I doubt she would be very upset with you. She hasn’t met me yet so no attachment and at the very least she would know that I walked bravely into the afterlife laughing with the reaper that takes me.” 

    Her relationship with the idea of death was a calm one and left room for much humor, albeit dark humor. Malea would offer him a seat at her desk but since he is coming for leisure and not for the business of paid pleasure, they can take to the lounge. “A visit? For me? Then you are a man of your word as Invidia brags about. You did promise to come see me at the dance so I am touched. Come, let’s rest in the lounge. The fire is going up there so you can warm yourself and if you like I can have some food and drinks brought to us.”

   Arawn, though a man, was a kind one and she found that his company was more comfortable than many others. He, at least, offered stimulated conversations on a variety of topics. “What’s your fancy for the night? And do you want Invidia to serve it up to you? He’s here tonight and I think he’s resting away in his room again.”

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   "The only reason I didn't acknowledged your correction that your soul will be going to Valhalla is simply because there's also Freya's realm of Folkvangr and according to the poetic Edda poem Grimnismal, she chooses half of warrior dead, and then the other half of warrior dead go to Valhalla," Arawn stated. "My familiarity with the Norse pantheon death realms is the poetic  edda, as translated by Benjamin Thorpe, well as Hel's facts," the God added.

        As for his qualifications, that was what outraged him massively. The comment about his students not being able to trust him and he could walk around saying what he wants and people will believe  him  ecause he's the boss and the teacher, outraged the god. That was an insult to his entire being and who he was. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

        "The previous headmaster was a disorganized chaotic God who spent a lot of his time avoiding all work and at the time I was already doing all the work  for him. When he departed, I simply stepped up since i was already doing all the work," Arawn stated, his tone cold and calm. He refused to show the other that he was outraged. Arawn was rarely questioned about his skills, but he was genuinely impressed with the other. The God was amused partially. As he watched the other place the one document out of place back into place, Arawn resisted the urge to say something.

          "And as for my qualifications, there's centuries. Bold to just immediately think that one thing I said incorrectly that I am unqualified to teach or lead. You forget, Vitas, that I am the ruler of the Annwn, the Celtic underworld. I've commanded the realm of the dead for centuries. I am more than qualified to lead as headmaster. A lot of the improvements you see around the university campus were implemented in the time that I've been headmaster, a mere two years.As a teacher here for the past six years, I saw what worked on campus and what needed adjustment. It is how I approached ruling my realm," he stated. His tone grew colder and colder as he spoke, soon matching the same monotone as Vitas.

          "The fact that you see me unsuitable is rather admirable. Who would be more suited to lead than a ruler himself? Would you rather I leave my posts and do absolutely nothing at all?" He asked, laughing without amusement.

     As vitas coldly declined his invitation for tea and dessert, Arawn crossed his arms in casual nonchalance. "That's fair. I did say it was your choice. Can't say I'm a bit disappointed, but to say that you'd rather dine with the pigs than share a meal with me is extremely cold. But the invitation is always open, should you decide that a 'lazy usuitable god' is someone worth talking to," he said. He then turned on his heel, still outraged that the other had the audacity to say something like that.

     Arawn had put in a lot of effort in his work, how he taught and even as headmaster, how he supported everyone. He was a former council member, a death God with immense power. To imagine that he was brought down so low by a mere demigod who had no idea what went into what he did. As a professor, he always made sure that his students passed the class and knee what they were doing. As a God, he ran his domain and realm with little interference and little to no incidents. As headmaster, he ensured that the campus was safe for everyone. He rarely meddle in the way the others taught, only occasionally dropping into classes just to see what they were studying.  

      Arawn left the archives and first headed to his office to drop off the notes before grabbing a book and heading to the Cafe he mentioned. He needed to de-stres from the partially traumatizing encounter and a good book and a cup of tea would be perfect. He settled in a corner, next to the window and took a deep calming breath.

Arawn watched the other look over the documents and he looked down at his own notes he'd taken. Compared to the other's more delicate elegant writing, Arawn's own handwriting was a mix of calligraphy cursive with sweeping letters and short hand print. It definitely did not look like the writing of an all powerful god. As for Vitas's earlier comments on the Nordic realms of death and whether the Celtic deity was truly as ignorant, Arawn had chosen not to answer that, after all, the Norse pantheons wasn't his realm and Hel was the goddess of death among the nordics. As for his teaching methods and when to teach certain subjects being under question, the God had his method for a long time, and it was a tried and true method, so he just had stayed quiet, with a polite smile gracing his lips.

"I think I put them all in the right order," he stated, with a sort of casual nonchalance. As Vitas replied that he hadn't eaten yet and that he didn't like tea, Arawn chuckled. "Not just tea. I personally prefer a lovely Earl Grey, but there's also coffee," he added. "The cafes around the campus are run by the demigods who have a skill with pastry and cooking, so everything they make tastes lovely. I'd really like if you joined me, but it is your choice," Arawn stated with a grin.

Arawn may have looked like the frivolous, lazy and unqualified death god with the occasional feigning of ignorance and sass, as well as his unprofessional appearance with all the rings adorning his hands, and the elaborate trench coats he often wore, but the god was powerful ruler of the underworld. Maybe not to the same extent as Odin, after all, that would be his chaotic predecessor of a headmaster, but the God held his own among the others. Hed spent time on the council, he'd spent time travelling the human world and learning all there was out there. His own personal collections boasted old weaponry and books, jewelry and various trinkets that he'd found in markets. He knew how he appeared to others.

"Anyways, I'll be on my way out. If you'd like to join me, I'll wait outside for you for a bit and we can grab a bite to eat and then you can always go back to your work," he stated.

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Sliding off a strawberry off the tanghulu stick he'd been munching on deep in thought as she had straightened with his help, he offered her a grin. "I'm glad to see that you're alright. That was quite a tumble you took there in excitement," he added. He absolutely did not mind the demigoddess and her energy and excitement reminded him of a little bee in his own pantheon. "You remind me of a little bee in my pantheon, i rather like your refreshing personality," he said, grinning.

As she mentioned candied hawthorn, the God turned to the vendor he'd been looking at before she crashed into him. "I'd assume it's the red one there. I found a vendor that did strawberries in a similar way, so the candied hawthorn would be an interesting thing to try! I do love sweets so very much." he stated.

"Any other delicious recommendations?" he asked, grinning.

The normally troublesome demigoddess did not have any issues catching her balance with the assistance of the god. She was not necessarily a clumsy individual, but the excitement of her candied hawthorn had gotten the better of her. So, she had been appreciative of the other's assistance. A bit struck by the man's animation, Yingyue offered him a warm smile. The festival really did well to bring out the joy of different pantheons.

Taking a step back, the demigoddess took a second to smooth down her hanfu before she turned her attention back to Arawn. "Oh! I am fine. I am sorry!" She easily apologies to the other. She had definitely not intended on being a pain nor did she regret it either. "I will be better when I get my hands on some candied hawthorn. Until then, I am worse for wear! No need to worry about me!"

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Arawn watched the other look over the documents and he looked down at his own notes he'd taken. Compared to the other's more delicate elegant writing, Arawn's own handwriting was a mix of calligraphy cursive with sweeping letters and short hand print. It definitely did not look like the writing of an all powerful god. As for Vitas's earlier comments on the Nordic realms of death and whether the Celtic deity was truly as ignorant, Arawn had chosen not to answer that, after all, the Norse pantheons wasn't his realm and Hel was the goddess of death among the nordics. As for his teaching methods and when to teach certain subjects being under question, the God had his method for a long time, and it was a tried and true method, so he just had stayed quiet, with a polite smile gracing his lips.

"I think I put them all in the right order," he stated, with a sort of casual nonchalance. As Vitas replied that he hadn't eaten yet and that he didn't like tea, Arawn chuckled. "Not just tea. I personally prefer a lovely Earl Grey, but there's also coffee," he added. "The cafes around the campus are run by the demigods who have a skill with pastry and cooking, so everything they make tastes lovely. I'd really like if you joined me, but it is your choice," Arawn stated with a grin.

Arawn may have looked like the frivolous, lazy and unqualified death god with the occasional feigning of ignorance and sass, as well as his unprofessional appearance with all the rings adorning his hands, and the elaborate trench coats he often wore, but the god was powerful ruler of the underworld. Maybe not to the same extent as Odin, after all, that would be his chaotic predecessor of a headmaster, but the God held his own among the others. Hed spent time on the council, he'd spent time travelling the human world and learning all there was out there. His own personal collections boasted old weaponry and books, jewelry and various trinkets that he'd found in markets. He knew how he appeared to others.

"Anyways, I'll be on my way out. If you'd like to join me, I'll wait outside for you for a bit and we can grab a bite to eat and then you can always go back to your work," he stated.

"I disagree," he said, again, with quiet and blunt honesty. "I maintain that the appropriate time to cover a subject is always." Clearly, Vitas was not a fan of gatekeeping knowledge, nor did he understand what was considered 'appropriate' outside of extreme and obvious circumstances.

When Arawn mentioned Vitas would be going to Hel's realm when he died, that finally elicited a shift from Vitas, his cold stare lifting to lock onto the Celtic deity with what could only be interpreted as a chilling annoyance. "My soul, when I die, is destined to join the Einherjar in Valhalla, not Helheim. My father will be pissed if I am to go to any realm but his own and fight for the other side when Ragnarok comes." Despite how weak the demigod appeared, his mind was a brilliant tactical force; Odin was no fool and there was no way the Allfather would allow his son to strategize for any army but his own.

"At this point, it is unclear if you are attempting to intentionally irritate me or if you are truly just that ignorant, but I will take Schrodinger's approach and say both." Clearly, the Celtic god of the Otherworld did not understand the differences between the realms of death in the Norse pantheon. Perhaps he should speak with Hel at the Pits and have her explain things to him. She would be far more of an expert than himself.

Needless to say, Arawn was not helping his situation. If he did not know the difference between the Norse realms of the dead, then that was on him and his own lack of knowledge; but if he did know, and he had intentionally misspoke with the attempt to provoke the demigod, then that certainly didn't win him any favor either.

Nevertheless, he left it at that, passed off the materials and went back to work; the keys quietly and quickly tapped beneath his fingertips as he continued to translate the Latin documents to Korean, not missing a beat, seeming not to stop at all, just a fluid and constant rhythm that became more like white noise blending with the hum of electricity and ventilation. Occasionally, someone came into the archives to pass him a note which prompted a pause in his typing to write a quick translation by hand, his writing a perfect and clear, elegant manuscript--and then he just went right back to typing.

In fact, he was still typing by the time Arawn had finished and did not pause until the folders were placed on his desk--this caused him again to pause his work, saving his progress, and locking the screen before reaching for his gloves again and pulling them on. Had he eaten today? "No," he answered honestly, making a mental note to do so following his shift. He needed to take his medicine with food anyway.

The invitation, however, accompanied his rise from his chair as he took the folders within gloved fingers, not even looking to the deity. "I don't like tea," he replied with flat honesty, carefully opening the folders to examine the documents, confirming they were all still there, in order, and undamaged.

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@mpxbrigid

Arawn chose to pay a visit to his fellow pantheon goddess who had joined the teaching staff in the science builldings. He made his way over to the science buildings and admired the sounds coming from the classrooms of chemistry explosions and various. Arawn strolled into her office with a grin. "I missed seeing you around, my dear Brigid!" he exclaimed. Granted this was also an excuse to have her sign her teaching contact as well as a social call.

"I'm surprised, you're teaching health sciences. I would have expected to see you in the arts building," he added, rather amused to see her and even pointing out the fact that she was one of the more artsy gods of the pantheon. Regardless, the death god was delighted to see her, since he couldn't recall when he last saw her even.

[mpxarawn]

Arawn was delighted to see his dear niece, immediately brightening up when she came skipping close. a part of him was worried that she'd slip and fall accidentally and he watched her carefully, before getting up to greet her properly. He was flattered that she didn't have any plans other than family, and he couldn't help but preen a bit at that.

"Aww, little Bee, you're so cute. I got your cactus gift. It sits next to the other plant you gave me in that little ghost planter, although it is slowly outgrowing the little ghost," he stated, a bit disappointed at the ghost pot.

"I do also have a present for you as well, although I did leave it in my office since it is a smidgen too big to carry outside in my cloak. But I think you'd like it!" he added, motioning for her to follow him into the main building.

The day was chilly, but that didn't stop the little bee from being her little bee self. Skipping through the landscape covered in half melted snow, to meet her dearest uncle Arawn. Dangerous, yes, but somehow Mai avoided slipping.

The giant Christmas themed duck slowly came into vision, which meant their meeting spot was close by. And not long after, she saw her uncle sit on a bench, waving at her. The demigoddess stopped herself from running over, as that'd be a sure fire way to fall and break all the bones in her body. Instead, she waved back enthusiastically as she skipped over at the same steady pace.

"Nothing more important than family!" the Celt beamed genuinely.