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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=FF0927][I][sub]THE UNIVERSITY, SEATTLE[/sub][/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=FF0927][sub][b]Mood:[/b] Just the cherry [s]bomb[/s] on top[/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

[color=silver]Hathor sat there, stunned on how this had all spiraled downhill so rapidly by just a few simple words but in all honesty, hadn’t she been expecting something to happen? This was still far from what she had pictured but this was just the cherry on the top of her day, the straw that broke the camel's back. Earlier, the puking incident had taken any desire to eat and flushed it down the toilet as she tried not to gag herself, feeling some pride that she had been able to accomplish not gagging or even appearing phased. The sounds alone were extremely unpleasant though. At least the few from her pantheon joining her had given her the boost of happiness she needed, glad to see them all and welcome them with the brightest of smiles as they sat with her and she returned their good mornings.

Flirting a bit had been a fun addition, though a bit unfortunate that The Morrigan has started the Conclave so suddenly and with absolutely no ease into the subject. She didn’t blame her for wanting to just get it over with but not knowing how the God actually died was upsetting. It meant that they also were no longer safe. It felt as though that fact had been thrown out the window though as blame and chaos decided to take its place, which is where they were at now. Words were being thrown about to think logically, to get more information but this wasn’t at a point where talking alone would be welcome as it was over emotional. Hathor took a deep breath, pulling herself from her stunned state while ignoring the yelling and flipped over tables.

She slowly and calmly stood from her seat, gracefully moving herself so that she stood before Ares and slid herself to be a shield in front of the other God that was being threatened. She grabbed Ares wrist to make sure it stayed pointed at her for the moment, not letting it stray in her firm grip. If anyone was to be shot here today then she was fine with it being her.[/color] [Color=FF0927]”I understand you are upset but shooting Gods who in fact could be innocent isn’t going to do any good. Right now, someone needs you a bit more don’t you think?”[/color][color=silver], she asked, her eyes drifting to Hera and her heart ached for the woman before her. She had never been able to stand seeing a mother upset or cry.

Hathor eyed Ares warily as she let him go, hoping he would choose not to shoot anyone as she assisted his mother. She took a few paces from him, letting the tingle of power through veins as she reached out to place a hand on Hera's shoulder. In an instant, she felt a flood of emotions fill her as she worked to numb and dull the pain Hera was currently feeling. All the rage, anguish, guilt, grief, and loss almost made her want to choke and easily had tears pouring down her face. She kept her hand firmly in place as she worked to pull the chair that had been flung with her foot, setting it back into place before gently guiding the woman to have a seat. If she had any doubts of Hera caring about her children before, it was pretty much gone now. She didn’t agree with how the woman handled things but feeling what she was going through now, taking it from her to she could be shielded from it made that clear as day she loved her children or at least the one that had passed.

Hathor gently rubbed Hera’s back in a soothing manner, taking as much negative emotions and pain as she could. It made her want to lash out at everyone and dug a drive to do anything to find this killer since she was feeling like she had lost her own child but she reigned herself in to focus on helping the woman who had originally housed these emotions. She knew the feelings would fade but it was still hard to grasp currently. She leaned down and hugged the other woman gently before whispering softly,[/color][Color=FF0927][sub]”I am truly sorry for your loss. I promise whoever did this will not go unpunished but we cannot place blame and damage more relationships while we search. The feelings I have taken from you will return eventually, please be prepared for that.”[/sub][/color]

[color=silver]With that being said, she pulled away and took a few steps back before giving Ares a strong look of disapproval before turning her attention to the group speaking clearly,[/color][Color=FF0927]”Now, why don’t we put the guns away, literally and metaphorically for five minutes and actually let The Morrigan speak. Just because she doesn’t know how doesn’t mean there isn’t clear information that could lead to answers, even pieces of the puzzle that one of us may have insights or thoughts on. It is not fair to place blame and nothing that happens here will change the fact that the unfortunate circumstance has occurred. There is no undoing what has been done but is this really how you wish to honor the dead’s memory. Would he wish to see this? Have some respect.”[/color][color=silver]Hathor scolded, her fingers digging slightly into her palms as her hands held into tight fists. She could still feel tears flowing down her cheeks and each moment she was fighting not to yell, scream, cry out, and just break everything in sight. It felt much worse than miserable and all she wanted to do was have a seat again so that is exactly what she did. She moved back to her seat, shakily dropping into it and putting her head in her hands, trying to get a hold of herself. This was one of the more overwhelming feelings she had ever taken from another. [/color]

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[Color=FF0927][b]Speaks With[/b]: [color=#ED1C24](Ares)[/color][@Legion02], [color=#8157B6] (Hera)[/color] [@smarty0114]
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