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[i][b]“The motion to reduce the bail for Mr. Andre Lawerence has been rejected, we will convene back here to continue this case bright and early on Monday. This is day five, Mr. Isam, let’s not drag this on much longer, alright?”[/b][/i] The judge didn’t await an answer, in fact he didn’t expect one, at least not one he’d get the chance of hearing. His position in the world afforded him a certain immunity to tongue lashing that'd otherwise be directed at him.

Instead, the wood of the table splintered under the pressure of the fingertips that pressed into its surface. That jaw clenched so tight not even the boiling of rage bubbles past Mr. Islam’s lips. Those dark, enigmatic eyes of his stoned cold like the pieces of the Sphinx. His back held higher than the pyramids of his home despite the weight of life that hung from his shoulders. 

For a time he stood there, remaining behind as the room cleared out. The density of sin trickled out as a tune of feet burdened by heavy hearts shuffling along the immaculate carpet. The thought made Anubis smirk, but only that was brief and his straight back slacked under the weight of what felt like the world. What faced him in the next room over was a creation of a cycle the god of the dead had vehemently come to hate. A single fist of his was enough to break through many doors, drywall, crack into some stones, but alone it was not strong enough yet to break through the foundations of the system that dared to run him ragged. Ragged was acceptable if victory followed, no... [i]when[/i] victory followed.

Anubis exited the room and entered another. He’d be exiting and entering a lot of those today, but rarely by choice of his own. Duty often trumped his desires… desires, Anubis didn't have time to fantasize, even in his mind, he couldn’t make proper time for her.

[b] “I just had a baby man. My girl needs me! I can’t afford that bail and I sure as hell can't afford to get locked up for something I didn’t do! I’m not a killer dog, I might have had a hand in selling some stuff when I was in a tight spot but I’ve been doing good, we been doing good. You believe me right?”[/b]

Anubis could see into the hearts of man, and die to their simple nature he rarely needed to look. Hearts blackened and rotting with sin were common among mortals. When he looked into Andre for the third time, despite not needing to, he saw an imperfect man but not one with a black heart. The deep pools of obsidian looked up to the chocolate brown that peered back at him, Anubis knew that look, someone trying and failing to decipher him. Many arose to the challenge but none had become a victor, if being impassive was an Olympic sport Egypt would have a monopoly on those gold medals.

[color=40826D]“I wouldn’t represent you if I doubted your innocence. I am charitable but I am not a saint, Andre. Going forward things will be harder, but I need you to stay diligent. You may not be able to return home yet but the sun will rise again on the day you get to kiss your partner and child.”[/color]

[b]” You might talk weird but I know you got my back. Honestly, I’m glad it’s a dude that looks like me defending me in there, I guess I’ll see you Monday then.”[/b]

[color=40826D]“Monday it is, try to take care Andre.” [/color]
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With a new found fire fueling his footfalls the click-clack of confidence carried him from the courthouse to the conclave.

There were many other places Anubis would have rather found himself than at a private university and among strangers and foes. Only a few in attendance he’d dare call a friend and even then only two remained in his heart as pillars he could lean on in a time of need. Another dazzled in his mind, like the sun reflecting off the Nile, maybe it was her certain attendance today, or the frustration he felt for the judge, but no willing was strong enough to quell his yearning this time.

Anubis tried to swallow it down as he entered the halls of the prestigious school, but his attempt only carried his feet faster through the tiled halls. Even if for a moment he could sit in the warmth of her embrace and see the world through her golden eyes, maybe he’d be braver yet to take on the systems of oppression by himself. Often he believed in the kind of man he saw in her eyes, even if he was reminded of the one he wasn’t, the one he couldn’t be for her, he’d pledge to make the necessary sacrifices a millennium ago… and only in the twilight of fevered skin, swollen lips, and shouts of ecstasy did he ever regret that promise.

The smell of something deeply unpleasant pulled him from his train of thoughts. Anubis couldn’t contain his face and allowed his lip to curl in disgust as he hid his nose from the offense, of course, it was the Greeks. There was disdain in his obsidian pools, switching from the unfamiliar face of the “upchucker” and the familiar one of the “King of Fools”.

[color=40826D]"Perhaps seeking cleaning tools is a better solution than inquiring about the authenticity of material goods?”[/color] Anubis’ deep tone was laced with annoyance and he turned on his heel to do just as he suggested.

When he returned with a janitor in tow, the room had grown more occupied, and yet his eyes gaze was saved for a sole person. Poised yet relax, regal yet approachable, she was a dream he couldn’t escape and a wish he could not obtain, and though a wise man would have strayed away from her, he found himself taking up the role of the fool.

[color=40826D]“Good morning Hathor…”[/color] Anubis’ tone was pleasant enough, his eyes meeting with the goddess for a moment before he took a seat next to Bastet,[color=40826D]”[i]Malikati[/i], good morning to you as well, it’s been quite some time since we last saw each other. I hope you have been well.”[/color]

Anubis paid no mind to the Grecian standing in front of his fellow Egyptians, his body turned away from him and towards Bastet who his eyes gently settled on.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]