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[deathkid]

[ someone's currently sitting atop the residential housing building, on the roof, tapping his sword against the side. it makes a clunk-clunk noise as a small, skeletal mouse with fairy wings burrows its way into his shaggy hair.

nico looks a bit worse for wear. the constant dark circles under his eyes are worse than before and he looks like he hasn't slept in days... ]

So now that the god issue has been taken care of, I got a question. Mostly for magic users. How many of us are there? And is there anyone who can get access to Nectar or Ambrosia, or who could make some? It's kinda important.

[ clunk-clunk, he taps his sword again and then sets it aside to continue talking. as he does, his hands move and gesture, as one would expect from an italian. ]

Anyway, that's not the main reason behind this post. I noticed more new people showing up again. Makes me wonder what kind of myths exists in other people's world.

In mine, the myths are actually real, but most mortals aren't aware of that fact. Is there anything similar in other places?

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[deathkid]

They don't need it, but they like eating it. They like eating mortal food sometimes too, depending on the god.

[ a shrug and he taps his sword against the side of the building again. ]

But you're right; I am a demigod. My mother was a normal human, but my father is the god of the Underworld where I'm from. Most people from my world have heard of him, so he's not likely to fade any time soon, but I have seen what you're talking about happen to gods. Their stories are no longer told and they die, in a sense.

[tevinteraltus]

Do you require this divine sustenance to heal or would any sort of magic do?

[He's not one to forget the original point, even when intellectual conversations were afoot, but he does so love to learn.

He's quiet for a moment, obviously mulling over the implications of what Nico has just told him.] Just a moment. [He raises a hand.] Fade, you say? [He's quiet a moment longer, looking away from his device and contemplative before a light seems to come over his features as he smiles.] Ah ha! So, you are claiming that gods in your world depend on mortal thought to thrive? That...our mere knowledge of your father, for instance, sustains his being. These...gods who have been forgotten, have they died then?

[deathkid]

Yes and to put things shortly, yes. Pan, the god of nature, faded because humans no longer took care of nature like they should. There have been others, but I saw Pan's death firsthand.

[ something that still lingers in his mind. because pan had something to say for nearly everyone there at the time except him, and he'd always wondered why. was it his connection to death? nico doesn't think he'll ever know that answer. ]

But as for any sort of magic, I suppose other forms of healing might work. I've never really tried, to be honest. It was either Nectar and Ambrosia or nature healing and a drought made from powdered unicorn horn.

[tevinteraltus]

Fascinating! I...ah. [He clears his throat.] My deepest apologies. They are, after all, a sort of...extended family of yours. Forgive my lack of concern. I'd be very interested in learning more, though, if, of course, you'd care to share.

[And it's at that point Dorian realizes exactly how rude he's been.] ...I, by the way, am Dorian of House Pavus. Newly arrived, yes, but I've also accepted a position at the research institute. I am not particularly skilled in the healing arts, but I'm sure someone is. I'll have a look around and see what I find.

[And then he looks both delighted and interested.]

...you see? There it is. I was under the impression unicorns were myths. I stand, humbly, corrected.

[deathkid]

[ shrugging a little. ] It's fine, I guess I don't mind. I'm Nico di Angelo. Of, um... the Hades Cabin? And thanks. I know a few people who work for the research institute, but not very well. They do put on fancy parties though.

[ a beat and then: ] Yeah, they exist, but mostly at Camp Jupiter where my sister lives.

[tevinteraltus]

Hades...cabin? [Ah, but wait.] Oh, you mistake me. Pavus is my family name, as "di Angelo" is yours, I would assume. Hades is...your father, I assume?

[His eyes light up at that.] Oh, good. I'd hate to think I was work for bores.

[He pauses for a moment, trying to make sense of what he'd said before coming up with nothing and deciding to ask.] ...Camp Jupiter?

[deathkid]

Oh. Well, di Angelo is my mother's name since she never married. And since Father doesn't have a last name... [ another shrug. ] So I guess I'd be Nico, son of Hades, of house di Angelo? That's confusing.

Anyway, Camp Jupiter is like the partner camp of where I live. It's for Roman demigods, whereas the camp where I live is for Greek demigods. Same pantheon, but the different cultures gave the gods different names.

[tevinteraltus]

It isn't. You've spoken plainly. Even more so, if you are not the only son of Hades but are the only son of your mother. You have stated you are a son of the god Hades, and specifically, the one born of this di Angelo woman, you see? Genealogically speaking, it makes perfect sense.

...No, you see. That is confusing. If they are the same pantheon, why bother with different names if the lot of you share the same blood?

[deathkid]

Right.

[ he still thinks it's weird, but won't argue. ]

The Roman empire existed several thousand years after the Greek cultures died out. The language changed, so the names changed. My father is still Hades, but he also goes by Pluto. His purpose changed slightly too: As the Roman god, he's not just god of the Underworld, but also the god of wealth and riches.

[tevinteraltus]

The Underworld? Is that something like the Deep Roads of my own world, or something rather less mundane than endless caverns beneath the earth? It would serve to reason, considering much wealth comes from beneath the ground, wouldn't it?

[deathkid]

It is found underground, but it's more than caves or anything like that. The Underworld is where the dead go to reside after their lives have ended. There are four portions for different purposes. And my father rules them all.

[tevinteraltus]

[There's a momentary pause as Dorian strokes his chin thoughtfully.]

Rather morose, isn't it? Shouldn't death be a release, not a place to be further ruled?