As you're scrambling to help with the frantic preparations, a stranger is approaching to flag you down.
"Pardon me. I couldn't help noticing that things seem to be in a bit of a state," he says.
There are a lot of details about him that could hit first. It might be the eyes, one bright red one sharp green. It might be the laurel wreathe resting in his dark hair. It might be that he has a blanket draped across his shoulders, warm and be-Christmased and of the customary sort offered to people who have only just been ushered in out of the freezing cold for the first time.
It might also be that he's walking around the north pole bare-footed, leaving a trail of prints that appear to burn and smolder for a moment before vanishing harmlessly in his wake, but that's probably a second or third thing to notice at best.
He's still talking, though.
"Can I help you with whatever it is you're doing? If you don't mind the presumption."
2. When What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear (An Offering?)
Zagreus is more than a little out of his depth on the surface. He keeps half expecting to feel that sudden stabbing in his chest that always comes when he ventures too far and too long out of the Underworld and begins to die again, but it keeps on not coming. Whatever has been done here, whatever he's been told about worlds with different rules and different beliefs, it seems to be working.
Other than that, though, helping out with this winter ritual is exciting. He's gladly accepted the strange red-and-white clothing he's been offered (it's wonderfully warm, and he is not used to snow) even though the boots have not worked out (melted and smelled really bad the whole time they were doing it).
Breaking into somewhere instead of out of it is certainly a change of pace. And so, so, so, easy.
The only thing that seems to have given Zagreus real pause is the plate of milk and cookies.
"Are you sure it's alright to take this?" he asks quietly as he looks it over, eyes landing particularly on the note with the name Santa at the bottom... "This is an offering, and it's not actually in my name. I don't want to step on any toes here."
NEW CHARACTER: Zagreus | Hades
As you're scrambling to help with the frantic preparations, a stranger is approaching to flag you down.
"Pardon me. I couldn't help noticing that things seem to be in a bit of a state," he says.
There are a lot of details about him that could hit first. It might be the eyes, one bright red one sharp green. It might be the laurel wreathe resting in his dark hair. It might be that he has a blanket draped across his shoulders, warm and be-Christmased and of the customary sort offered to people who have only just been ushered in out of the freezing cold for the first time.
It might also be that he's walking around the north pole bare-footed, leaving a trail of prints that appear to burn and smolder for a moment before vanishing harmlessly in his wake, but that's probably a second or third thing to notice at best.
He's still talking, though.
"Can I help you with whatever it is you're doing? If you don't mind the presumption."
2. When What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear (An Offering?)
Zagreus is more than a little out of his depth on the surface. He keeps half expecting to feel that sudden stabbing in his chest that always comes when he ventures too far and too long out of the Underworld and begins to die again, but it keeps on not coming. Whatever has been done here, whatever he's been told about worlds with different rules and different beliefs, it seems to be working.
Other than that, though, helping out with this winter ritual is exciting. He's gladly accepted the strange red-and-white clothing he's been offered (it's wonderfully warm, and he is not used to snow) even though the boots have not worked out (melted and smelled really bad the whole time they were doing it).
Breaking into somewhere instead of out of it is certainly a change of pace. And so, so, so, easy.
The only thing that seems to have given Zagreus real pause is the plate of milk and cookies.
"Are you sure it's alright to take this?" he asks quietly as he looks it over, eyes landing particularly on the note with the name Santa at the bottom... "This is an offering, and it's not actually in my name. I don't want to step on any toes here."