[i][b]Harpokrates, Mount Olympus[/b][/i]
[@Stephanie Dola]
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And so the second domino fell. The upstartish way of the Merged had set off a chain reaction, a period of disorder which would undoubtedly - which already had - lead to things which were kept in line by the old ways falling apart. Indeed one of the many vile children of that Greek abomination, Typhon, had found it its way out of its prison. That, from the sounds of it, was no secret - nor did Harpokrates need to be a god to hear. The young, new god also understood the potential gravity of the situation, were it not acted on. 

Where she was before did not matter. What did matter was, in one moment, everything stopped. Everything. Across worlds and realms, every instance of thing-ness froze other than at one point. And when everything resumed, she was elsewhere. A different angle in the speck which was all existence, a different perspective. Only this perspective was on Mount Olympus.

It would be rude for the new girl not to be present at an elder's call, after all. 

There was nothing glorious about her sudden appearance, simply apparating into being at the peak Olympus, the former seat of Zeus' power, not emerging from any shadow or with any sort of effect. Standing close to the "edge" of the main hall, but not quite enough to exclude themself from any form of social contact, Harpokrates bowed her head before Mac Lugh, eyes peering at him through the eyeholes of her golden mask. 

[color=a187be][i]"Harpokrates answers your call, Weapon-Wielder. I am bound by duty to assist in this matter."[/i][/color] The voice of a child, the words of one who had done this before. Unlike some, this new god would not disrespect her elders. She knew the ropes, New Unmerged World Order or otherwise.