Anubis tucked his hands behind his back, gripping one of the golden bands around his left wrist with his right. He twisted it around, used it to keep himself distracted from the sinking pit in his stomach. Where was Thoth when he needed him? In the library, of course, probably already knowing and laughing at Anubis’s discomfort. The God of Knowledge had very little pity for his situation, though he was at least far too kind to tell him to ‘grow up’. Anubis was nearly as old as the universe itself and he still preferred dead bodies to living people.
What he’d give to go back to the embalming table right now.
“You can.” He confirmed, briefly glancing back in the direction he’d come from. “Your father is too busy to see me, at least that’s what everyone keeps telling me.” Which is incredibly rude if someone asked him. From one God to another you didn’t dismiss the arrival of a fellow pantheon. Even Osiris made time for someone like Zeus if they came knocking on his door.
Oh well, he couldn’t force someone to see him. He’d just have to find another way around whatever it was he needed to do. Returning his gaze to the other he inclined his head. “I need your body and blood.” Stated, like that, though as direct and truthful as it was he quickly realized was not the best way to word his situation. His lips thinned together, rethought what he needed and tried again.
Mummies couldn’t talk back. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right. I—how to explain this.” His hand squeezed the bracelet tighter and he let out a sigh. “Ammut, a chimera from the Hall of Ma’at, fell into the River of Fire and dropped into the mortal world. She got lost and I tracked her to Greece.”
Ammut was his partner in the Weighing of the Heart, when a soul failed to pass the trials their heart was consumed by her and unable to reincarnate. Without her the Hall of Ma’at couldn’t operate as it usually did. Hence, why Anubis was here trying to get assistance rather than doing his job, or rather one of his jobs.
He forced himself to let go of his bracelet to motion toward the other's body. “We’re not allowed into your temples without permission, and since it’s a temple dedicated to Hades I needed his permission—or the next closest thing. Rules and regulations are how we keep from stepping on each other and upsetting the balance.” Should Hades ever need something in Egypt, he’d have to consult Osiris.
Diplomacy.
Anubis hated it.
He takes a breath, steadies himself and looks to the others eyes. Somehow he got the feeling they didn’t actually recognize him, which was just as well. People tended to flinch away from those that could kill them with a single touch. He didn’t need the man trembling before him or throwing on flashy titles. Anubis just needed his body and his blood to get Ammut back.
“I understand if you don’t wish to help, but Ammut is very important to me. She’s never left the Duat before and she can’t actually leave the temple without assistance, she doesn’t have any abilities apart from being a devourer of souls.” She could end someone’s reincarnation cycle, but that was it. She was only a chimera, part lion and part alligator. He averted his gaze and thinned his lips. “I promise to bring you back here.”
Re: Anubis | Egyptian God of the Dead
What he’d give to go back to the embalming table right now.
“You can.” He confirmed, briefly glancing back in the direction he’d come from. “Your father is too busy to see me, at least that’s what everyone keeps telling me.” Which is incredibly rude if someone asked him. From one God to another you didn’t dismiss the arrival of a fellow pantheon. Even Osiris made time for someone like Zeus if they came knocking on his door.
Oh well, he couldn’t force someone to see him. He’d just have to find another way around whatever it was he needed to do. Returning his gaze to the other he inclined his head. “I need your body and blood.” Stated, like that, though as direct and truthful as it was he quickly realized was not the best way to word his situation. His lips thinned together, rethought what he needed and tried again.
Mummies couldn’t talk back. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right. I—how to explain this.” His hand squeezed the bracelet tighter and he let out a sigh. “Ammut, a chimera from the Hall of Ma’at, fell into the River of Fire and dropped into the mortal world. She got lost and I tracked her to Greece.”
Ammut was his partner in the Weighing of the Heart, when a soul failed to pass the trials their heart was consumed by her and unable to reincarnate. Without her the Hall of Ma’at couldn’t operate as it usually did. Hence, why Anubis was here trying to get assistance rather than doing his job, or rather one of his jobs.
He forced himself to let go of his bracelet to motion toward the other's body. “We’re not allowed into your temples without permission, and since it’s a temple dedicated to Hades I needed his permission—or the next closest thing. Rules and regulations are how we keep from stepping on each other and upsetting the balance.” Should Hades ever need something in Egypt, he’d have to consult Osiris.
Diplomacy.
Anubis hated it.
He takes a breath, steadies himself and looks to the others eyes. Somehow he got the feeling they didn’t actually recognize him, which was just as well. People tended to flinch away from those that could kill them with a single touch. He didn’t need the man trembling before him or throwing on flashy titles. Anubis just needed his body and his blood to get Ammut back.
“I understand if you don’t wish to help, but Ammut is very important to me. She’s never left the Duat before and she can’t actually leave the temple without assistance, she doesn’t have any abilities apart from being a devourer of souls.” She could end someone’s reincarnation cycle, but that was it. She was only a chimera, part lion and part alligator. He averted his gaze and thinned his lips. “I promise to bring you back here.”