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by Alpha Wolf 12/24/2013, 10:18 pm((Yeah....cooll...))
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Nathan's Bunk
Alpha Wolf- Non-conforming Criminal Mastermind
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Santa Hermes flew into the Minor Underworld gods cabin, landing on the dark floor. Around him, the demigods were sleeping soundly, some snoring, one mumbling something about Christmas tacos, another one even drooling across his pillow.
Well then.
Hermes opened his mailman bag and fumbled between the presents, the little wings either side of his Santa hat flapping weakly. Ah, here we go. Nathan Maxwell. He took the gift out of his bag, carefully wrapped in glossy green paper and red ribbons by the Hermes mail wrapping service, thank you very much, and put it at the foot of the bed with a receipt note and the utilisation guide.
What was it anyway? Wait, revolvers?
Okay he knew that Melinoe wasn't exactly the sanest among the gods -- spending too much time in the Underworld could affect you like that, just ask Persephone -- but still, guns weren't even supposed to be allowed.
Ooooh, they shot darts. Indeed. Hermes scratched his back with his caduceus, waking George and Martha up -- those two had passed out because of eggnog with nectar long ago -- then he turned on his heels and flapped away, humming Jingle Bells.
Well then.
Hermes opened his mailman bag and fumbled between the presents, the little wings either side of his Santa hat flapping weakly. Ah, here we go. Nathan Maxwell. He took the gift out of his bag, carefully wrapped in glossy green paper and red ribbons by the Hermes mail wrapping service, thank you very much, and put it at the foot of the bed with a receipt note and the utilisation guide.
What was it anyway? Wait, revolvers?
Okay he knew that Melinoe wasn't exactly the sanest among the gods -- spending too much time in the Underworld could affect you like that, just ask Persephone -- but still, guns weren't even supposed to be allowed.
Ooooh, they shot darts. Indeed. Hermes scratched his back with his caduceus, waking George and Martha up -- those two had passed out because of eggnog with nectar long ago -- then he turned on his heels and flapped away, humming Jingle Bells.
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