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	Upon witnessing her eldest brother stroll in and dodge the putrid fish guts literally painting the floor - [sub][i]an upgrade, dare she say it?[/i][/sub] - Tlazōlteōtl let out a small squeal of excitement. Completely disregarding her current company for the sake of more pleasing, familial vibes, Tlazōlteōtl popped up from her seat and began making strides towards her dear brothers. Besides, she hardly gets to visit the both of them like this and [i]gods[/i] she was going to utilize the opportunity. Xōchipilli had been off to himself, nose buried in his phone; it's no wonder he didn't look up when either his siblings waltzed in, not to her knowledge at least. To be fair, she was a little more preoccupied with trying to catch the attention of a, now, sleeping Greek god... Regardless, she was going to pester him in the meantime.

Tlazōlteōtl plops herself down behind her younger brother,  [color=#00CC99]"What's with the face..."[/color] though her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as their older brother settles into his own uncomfrtable chair. He acknowledged the both of them in greeting, [color=#00CC99]"Always so formal, [i]achtli[/i],"[/color] she teased lightly, her own Nahuatl slipping easily from her mouth like water in a free flowing stream. Xolotl questioned them on what the situation had been like up until his arrival, to be honest, she tuned him out for just a brief moment as she allowed her gaze to drift across the room towards the triplets that had fallen asleep atop the tables. If they were any closer they'd be entangled with the other's limbs. Tlazōlteōtl couldn't help but scoff and turn back to face her siblings.

Upon hearing Xōchipilli question her about her pride and joy, the elation that had been slowly dying out [sub][i][color=#00CC99]'Stupid Heremes... stupid Kore... fucking ridiculous ughhh!'[/color][/i][/sub] was now completely snuffed and now suspicion and annoyance danced beneath her skin as she narrowed her eyes in his direction. There were many reasons why Xōchipilli would throw out questions about her business, and none of them involved genuine concern [color=#00CC99]"Business has never been better. I should really thank you for your patrons' for their attendance,"[/color] she felt as if the two of them were in some kind of cheesy scene in a movie; slitted eyes glaring across the empty space to one another, her arms resting atop her bare knees, body leaning forward into Xōchipilli's personal space. Well, as much as she could regarding these atrocious seats. A look etched across her face that dared him to speak out against her, though she doubted he would. Xōchipilli had always succumbed to his siblings and their whims more times than she could count.

Nothing was able to take place, for the Morrigan, now fed up with the lot of them all, screeched out into the vastness of the room the true reason they were all summoned...

[indent][indent][sup][h2][color=black]“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/color]
[color=91A6B4]  “Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/color][/h2][/sup]
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	To say that Tlazōlteōtl was taken aback would be an understatement and not entirely accurate. Sure, she was a little shaken by the idea that one of them was dead, [i]murdered no less[/i]. However, she was more indifferent and curious than anything else. It wasn't [i]her[/i] pantheon, her family. Why does this concern them? Why does it concern her? If the Morrigan had no idea who committed the crime than she had no way of offering protection to the lot of them, so what was the point?

It seemed that similar thoughts were running through Xōchipilli's mind for he seemed to want to remove himself from ground zero entirely. Get up and walk out of there. Xōchipilli turned to whisper to them in their native tongue, [color=PINK]"I'm going now before the Greek gets us in trouble. Come if you want to,"[/color] before standing to leave and heading back towards the door. She wasn't going to stop him. In fact it seemed like a good idea, wouldn't want to be caught in the cross-hairs, metaphorical or otherwise. Though, just the mere thought of all the delicious scandals and sin and secrets that were bound to come tumbling out of the wrong person's mouth enticed her to keep her position. And between the banshee wailing from Hera, Ares pulling a weapon [sub][i]- and putting it away -[/i][/sub] [b][i]and[/i][/b] the Romans making an appearance, it was beginning to look like a very interesting and eventful day indeed. 

Tlazōlteōtl looked back towards the three mortal immortals still slumbering away. [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'With Hypnos at the controls, nothing is going to rouse them...'[/i][/color][/sub] though she would have just let them miss everything completely if she were back to her usual self. However, she hadn't been her [i]usual self[/i] in a very long time. She pointedly glared at Hermes as if he was going to understand that it was his fault. The male was oblivious... she really shouldn't fault him for that. But she was still going to. It was her right. Nothing he does will effect her the way it did back in the 20s... never again. That's what she tells herself at least. A heavy lie, with an even heavier set of consequences.

So, in true Tlazōlteōtl guilted fashion - [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'guilted by a silent persona, no less'[/i][/color][/sub] - gracefully excused herself from her remaining brother and sauntered towards the group of dozing individuals. Their soft breathes intermixing with one another, the soft puffs of air only slightly disturbing the little hairs that dangled precariously in front of them. If she were he usual self the sight of them all snuggled together in such a way would incite a fury that would burn for centuries, she would demand a sacrifice in order to appease her. And even that wasn't a guarantee. She felt it, of course she did, decades of hurt [i][s]and pining and unrequited love[/s][/i] sat upon her chest like rocks determined to crush the remaining breath from her chest. With one glance down onto his sleeping face, however, rendered her disdain a little watered down. Instead of kicking out the chair beneath the stacked sleeping gods, she opted to just smacking the back of Hermes golden locks instead.

A well placed smirk curls her lips as she stares at the scene before her, a taunting lit to her voice as she informs them to, [color=#00CC99]"You're going to want to pay attention."[/color] There is still enough of her [i]usual[/i] self clawing to the surface.
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