General Threading Mischief

[ognesperanza]

[how hard can it be to find one son of Hades who makes it a habit of hanging in the shadows and disappearing for days at a time?]

[maybe he's in the caves, getting his level up on]

[or perhaps he's hanging in the Black Forest, being cool and dark and myste--or just being Nico di Angelo]

[but maybe today he's actually in his room in the Stationhive, floor 2, room 1, Karkat's old room. gray walls, a few knickknacks, an unmade bed, clothes everywhere, and his laptop on his desk. oh, and he has a black electric guitar. suck it. or you know, enjoy the wrinkly puppy running around excitedly]

[or he's in the Dead/Undead HQ that Norman and he have called their own. not too far into the caves, before the medium monsters' territory begins, there's a hallway in a wall that didn't have one before. at the end is a good sized living room, rectangular and comfortably furnished. and yeah, there are probably zombies hanging out in it]

[hell, maybe he shadow-traveled somewhere he didn't mean to. oops, my bad! THE OPTIONS ARE LIMITLESS, MY FRIEND]

Comments

[ognesperanza]

"Why" is always the hardest answer to find. . . . But if--when I do find out, I'll let you know.

[boogerman]

I won't hold my breath waiting for any of you.

[ognesperanza]

Not asking you to. But I don't withhold information like that.

[boogerman]

[nods...]

[ognesperanza]

It's none of my business what anyone else does with it. But once I find a way . . . I have to leave.

[boogerman]

Don't we all?

[I DON'T WANNA.]

[ognesperanza]

No. Those who have died on their world and come back from the dead, only to arrive here don't want to leave. I won't force them back to the Underworld. That's up to them.

[boogerman]

Assuming the Underworld exists wherever they came from.

[nervous?]

[ognesperanza]

If it didn't, I wouldn't be able to tell they died. It's all one Underworld. I think. I don't know about yours, though.

[a...little nervous, but only because talking to you is weirder than it was. it's awkward a lot of the time, and you're unpredictable. but 100% faith in the Underworld. just not in himself]

[boogerman]

I wonder if it wasn't 'my' Hades that faded, but simply the connection to the Underworld from 'my' Earth.

If you get my meaning.

[ognesperanza]

[a second of confusion...then realization dawns on his face]

But that . . . is actually more likely. How would that connection even fade . . .

[boogerman]

Lack of belief.

[ognesperanza]

Maybe . . .

[running through the possibilities in his head. gods, what if that happens to his world? the dead would have nowhere to go. how would that even work? but there's no way, there are too many half-bloods for that to happen . . . right?]

[boogerman]

Belief doesn't seem to matter where you came from.

[ognesperanza]

No, not entirely. Not like it does in yours. But it's still weird to imagine.

[boogerman]

Just as weird on my end.

[ognesperanza]

[hums in thought]

According to my world's rules, every demigod would see you.

[boogerman]

How many of you are there?

[ognesperanza]

There are a lot of gods. And almost all of them hook up with mortals.

So, a lot. Hundreds, at least.

[boogerman]

Weird.

[ognesperanza]

Maybe to you.

[boogerman]

Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut.

[ognesperanza]

Good.

[i'mma go over here and scratch my puppy's ears. he's more interesting]