[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210504/d7f004badc14d89a01c96a62bb90f230.png[/img][/center] [hr] The Sky Palace was everything he'd expected and more. "Is that... Genuine Corinithian Brass? Whoa... This place is amazing. I could have totally just flown in." Watching the others, as they travelled to the ledge, Mazorn squatted down and looked over the edge, he was about to offere his skill when Bragi's Communicator performed his runic evocation. He noted the style, the flow of the Wyrd. He scooted over, intrigued, and poked around the object. The guitar, in his sight, echoed as if it was part of the mountain; unmovable. Spotting the bandages, Mazorn quickly evoked a rune of his own, sending it to combine with the fabric. "Uruz should help keep it's strength. I won't need to use that way, but I'll meet you lot down there. I want to fly around up here for a while and see the whole Palace." Himinn, which hopped off Sam's shoulder to his master's took to the wind, flying around as Mazorn took to the ledge, entering a free fall as his shape shimmered, beginning to shrink in size until he was a large raven. The communicator took flight, gliding around the area into an updraft before soaring towards the palace. [hr] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210506/aa095762ef3105f9dd1ec78f5cab9493.png[/img] [hr] Sitting on a rock, Nicodemus was resting from a long training session with his bident. He was becoming more familiar with the weapon, something Hades wanted him to learn as quickly as he could. He was quite pleased that here he hadn't seen a single person's demise or have any visions, though there were a few oddities, such as several souls of old Communicators finally having another mortal who could see and speak with them. They were generally helpful, offering advice and even helping with his training, though he'd noticed a few people looking at him strangely as the dead weren't entirely visible to the Living. "An so, a' punched 'em in tha gut and took him down with me trusty finisher. The ol' lich nevah saw it comin'! Ye should have heard the laugh Big Red gave ah that!" The old Scotsman laughed. He had met his demise in that same battle, though he had won the fight. "I'm certain you pleased Lord Ares. He's certainly... A personality." Nico shuddered at the memory of the massive man. Hades had all but paraded Nico through the Olympian's Throne Room, allowing him to meet the other gods and a few of the communicators who were there. Having taken a class or two on what the world believed were myths, he was surprised to find that most of it was true. He was surprised to see how receptive Persephone was of him. The large woman practically coddled him the entire time he was there. He quickly learned why she was called Dread Persephone when Ares made a backhand comment about Hades' new communicator. He shivered at the memory of black roses filling the area with thorns. Definitely not someone you wanted to piss off, that goddess. She had simply causes them to retract and went back to petting Nico's hair and telling him "Not to worry his pretty little head. Which has very soft hair, you absolutely [i]must[/i] go see Aphrodite and get a spa day." His experience of the Olympians went nearly as expected. Out of them, Lady Hestia was quickly becoming a favorite. He didn't think anyone could make such good food that felt like a grandmother's love. He had eaten his full ever since he came, many of the warrior gods commenting that he needed to bulk up, and they would make sure that he did so. His experience with the other pantheons was in interesting one. he found that Anubis was interesting to talk to and Hades and Osiris were actually on quite good terms, as they both enjoyed similar things. He found that Odin told some good stories and approved of his hellhound, who currently lounged in the shade. Skotadi was growing in size quite quickly, something he was told to expect to happen. Noticing his pup's ears perk up and jump to his feet, Nico looked around. The hellhound pup shook himself off before bounding into a nearby shadow, vanishing as he used the old ways of transportation, his owner close behind. They exited at the bridge, seeing newcomers taking off heavy winterized gear. The hound ignored Nico's calls as the three foot tall, five foot long beast barreled towards them, barking happily. "Oh, Tartaros! Skotadi! Heel!" Nico was absolutely mortified, his fear gripping him tight as he noticed the commotion he was making, the hellhound, sensing his master in peril, turned on his heels and bounded back, rubbing his face on the man's waist. "You're supposed to be helping me, you crazy pup..." His face was beet red, flushed from head to chest with embarrassment.