Harpokrates, Olympus, "Main Hall" 

[@Stephanie Dola]
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Trivial. That was the only way Harpokrates could describe it. The reluctance and down-right refusal to answer the call of a God of War to best a monster of this (relatively) dangerous scale was foolishness. From the days of old, gods had banded together to defeat such enemies, and in some cases even put systems in place. Apep, among the greatest of these creatures, was to be battled by Ra and those who manned the solar arks. Typhon had been bested by the Twelve Olympians acting in unison, with no voice of dissent among them despite their fractured nature. Ragnarok needn't be mentioned in detail. In a way, even the children of Anu had opposed Gilgamesh the Man-god, although his status as a "monster" was more the monstrosity which human society could become. 

...And these were to be the ones who inherited the heavens, guardians of Man and the garden which is the world? They could not even get the basics right. It appeared contagious, as even Loki seemed to be falling victim to it. 

But Harpokrates was aware of the plans at work. They were the natural enemy to any schemer, oh so privy to their plots and contingencies. It was only a case picking a plan to support, and watching the others fall apart. Undoubtedly some of the schemers were all too aware of what side she would choose, and had incorporated that into their own plans, something she also counted on.

Ah, the wonders of authority and omniscience. Communication became as trivial as the Merged's behaviour. 

[color=a187be]"Weapon-Wielder, I believe it may be best to lead by example. The New Gods, me among them, are an evidently..."[/color] The momentary silence created the image of Harpokrates' face scrunching up in contemplation behind their mask,[color=a187be] "rowdy. Young and unknowing. It may be best to simply go, and display what you can do as a god of war."[/color] Her hands came together, sleeves of the robe overlapping and completely hiding the hands. Wizard, sage, oracle - Harpokrates appeared to be many things, in this attire.

[color=a187be]"I am no combatant. I can merely advise. I wish you luck, [i]Macnia[/i]."[/color] The girl bowed deeply.