[Hermes had started in Israel. Being in Israel had been a bad idea to begin with, what with everything going on. His inability to run as quickly or for as long as he would like, his paranoia about not being in Rome, his concern about the rest of the Twelve. But Persephone was going to Israel, Persephone had asked, and what Persephone wants, she gets. Besides, it's not entirely against his purpose, going with the queen of the Underworld to shepherd the dead, not against his purpose at all.
But it was wrong. Being in Israel was wrong, and it made Hermes antsy. It was for that reason that, not too long after arriving, Hermes skedaddled. He left Persephone and Cam with the wheelchair that he most needs, zooming off to Rome.
First off, find Anansi. If no luck there, find Apollo and Artemis. Where do we start the search for Anansi? Not the forum, not Vatican City, that would be too obvious. This is Anansi, so he zooms through the various backstreets that he memorized centuries ago. Hermes isn't sure he'll find Anansi, but when he does all thoughts of aggression and threatening are gone. No, he could feel the pull of the dying and injured from blocks away, telling him to be the shepherd again. He stops in front of his friend, stumbling as he only would in such a weakened state and dropping down to his knees and shoving the scooter out of the way.]
no subject
But it was wrong. Being in Israel was wrong, and it made Hermes antsy. It was for that reason that, not too long after arriving, Hermes skedaddled. He left Persephone and Cam with the wheelchair that he most needs, zooming off to Rome.
First off, find Anansi. If no luck there, find Apollo and Artemis. Where do we start the search for Anansi? Not the forum, not Vatican City, that would be too obvious. This is Anansi, so he zooms through the various backstreets that he memorized centuries ago. Hermes isn't sure he'll find Anansi, but when he does all thoughts of aggression and threatening are gone. No, he could feel the pull of the dying and injured from blocks away, telling him to be the shepherd again. He stops in front of his friend, stumbling as he only would in such a weakened state and dropping down to his knees and shoving the scooter out of the way.]
You look like shit.