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[They are both insatiable monsters. One's just much more forward (and honest) about it than the other. Waver runs one finger down his husband's chest. They have work to do and the wrath of the local goddess to avoid, but to everything holy and good, that growl is making him want to play some serious hooky.]

Start... [A knowing smile plays over his lips.] I imagine the finish is going to play out a bit differently.

[He's going to be in the good kind of trouble if he keeps up the double entendre, but... Christ... they really need to deal with this.]

I better crack the case fast, then. That kind of work is going to require your complete attention.

[Iskandar catches the hand on his chest and keeps it there. There's a serious risk they won't leave this room today if this continues... and yet he cannot not fall for the temptation.]

It definitely would. Complete, undisturbed, undivided attention.

[He agrees, each adjective punctuated by a gradually longer and more sensuous kiss. By the gods, how much he wishes they could just stay here and pretend the outside world does not exist. That the entire universe is only this room, a crackling fire, warm comfortable bed and this amazing man in his arms. Nothing else.

And yet as much as he dreads to admit it, the longer they tarry, the harder it gets. So finally he draws Waver into last long kiss before releasing him.]

But no case cracking before breakfast. Let's have at least a decent meal first.

[There's a slight groan as Iskandar pulls away. Waver's face is flushed, clearly worked up by each progressively more passionate kiss, and he gives himself a shake to try and break out of the amorous haze his husband has put him in.

Once he's sure he's not going to throw everything to the wind and pounce to continue things anyway (how... uncharacteristically... aggressive of him...), Waver stretches languidly, banishing the remnants of morning stiffness, before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Back to the cold. He'll ignore the mess in the other room for now and grab fresh clothes from the suitcase.]

Right. I think you said something about this cabin having at least a coffee machine...?

[Outside cold, in other words. Even braving it for breakfast will require steaming courage. Unless they teleport right to the restaurant. Which is very possible.]

[Iskandar wouldn't put them through this misery for any reason other than the fact that he is really hungry. Technically, gods don't have to eat but clearly somebody forgot to inform his stomach about this crucial fact. As much as he'd prefer to stay in the warm bed, he's well aware of what kind of nuisance he can be when he's hungry.
In fact, his plan involves returning to their room after breakfast. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so keen on letting Waver get out of bed so soon. If the local goddess truly wants to speak with them, she will find them herself. Is he still irritated that she kicked him out of her dream world and decided to speak with Waver alone? Well, yes he is. ]

Yes, near all the other kitchen things. [Iskandar gestures vaguely towards the small kitchenette on the other side of the room.] At least it looks like a coffee machine to me. I think our lawyer friends have something similar in the office.

[Lawyer friends, meaning his followers at the law firm in Ginza. The machine here is smaller, with a more minimalistic design but it definitely is a high-end coffee machine. The cupboard above is stocked with a wide selection of equally high-quality teas and coffees. Plus the usual assortment of cups, glasses and mugs.]

[Not to mention his. Though it is better than the constant hunger a shinki must endure. Something that's left him with its marks. There's no longer any need to stop and convince him to eat something when he's occupied with something else; he'll go seek something to eat when the gnawing sensation of hunger strikes.

Waver pulls a sweater over his head as he glances towards the kitchenette. Yes. That looks like a coffee machine. And... there's a mini fridge. If they stock it with a bit of food, they can avoid having to run out to the restaurant when they're clearly interested in other things and dine on their own schedule.]

They do. Though I think theirs does espresso too. It's a fancy one. [Humph. Better tie the hair back before it gets caught in a zipper or other fastening.] Give me a moment. I'll grab you a cup. Dark roast?

[Oh, that's a nice selection. There's even hot chocolate. Makes him wonder what the fridge holds.]

[Watching Waver is on Iskandar's great pleasures. So before he crawls out of bed himself he just looks, noticing how his husband's hair catch at the rim of the sweater. Ahhh, right. He too has a present for him, and one that could conveniently help. But he's called back to reality when Waver directs a question at him. ]

Yes, thank you, love.

[That's a signal for him to put some clothes on too. Iskandar yawns. Coffee definitely is a good idea. Flights completely ruin his sense of time. His body still thinks it's the middle of the night. Iskandar fishes out Waver's present he had carefully concealed in his own suitcase. It's a small box so no magic was needed. He does dress up first though. Otherwise, it would be too tempting to skip breakfast in favour of satisfying the other kind of hunger.
Iskandar growls. That the worst thing about dining on trips like this: set hours of meals. He prefers to be master of his own time so such restrictions irritate him. And now it's this in addition to jet lag and way too little sleep. They'll need to check if there are other options available in case they did want to skip breakfast, or lunch.]

Make it strong one like you do for yourself. I'm afraid the jet-lag has finally caught up with me.

[Once he's dressed Iskandar approaches Waver from behind, taking advantage of the fact his husband is busy preparing coffee for them, he wraps his arms around his waist burying his face in his hair. He could easily fall asleep like this. If they're to even have a chance to reach breakfast he really needs that coffee. Ideally, he wouldn't want to move from their room at all.]

I have a present for you too.

[If Waver chooses to look down, he'll notice Iskandar is holding a box. Inside it a set of six different hair pins and a comb rests on black velvet inside.]

Black too?

[As he idly potters around to see what the fridge and the rest of the cabinets hold while the coffee maker whirls to life. Hmmmmm... there's coffee whitener (bleh) and sugar, cutlery and plates, salt and pepper. Nothing in the fridge - sometimes in fancier places there's a selection of goodies there that are added to the tab based on what's taken, but that doesn't seem the case here.

Strong as the coffee can go, then. That growl is met by a little bemusement; Waver's supposed to be the irritable one of the pair. The jet lag is hitting his husband harder than thought, and the near constant darkness doesn't help.

The cups fill and Waver feels heat at his back as his husband's larger frame presses into him and arms wrap around his waist. He smiles, content in the quiet, warm domesticity of the moment, twisting slightly to peck a kiss on Iskandar's cheek.]

Nearly read- oh?

[There's a gasp as he opens the box to see the comb and pins inside. Waver's eyes go wide and bright as he touches the comb with the wrought silver holly leaves and the pin featuring walnut wingnuts gently, tracing over each hair ornament in awe.]

They're beautiful. T-thank you.

[Waver flushes as he looks up, a smile tugging ever wider at his lips.]

You'll have to help me choose which ones to wear first. They're all so lovely, I can't decide.

Mhmm...

[That's not very precise answer but that's as much as Iskandar is capable of now. Any other time he'd be first to jump out of bed in anticipation of all the excitement and adventure being in a new place can bring. This time though it seems as if all the circumstances conspired against him being his usual energetic self. The jetlag, the lack of sleep, the long flight, not to mention the reason they went on vacation in the first place, the complete and utter exhaustion from what has become weeks of overwork. All of it weighs heavy upon him making him uncharacteristically sluggish.

Iskandar is no fan of coffee but he has learned to appreciate it's invigorating effects exactly at times like this. While he can enjoy some of the fancy coffee drinks with spices, cream and sugar, what he needs right now is medicine. So black it is.

Still, it makes him chuckle to hear Waver gasp as he discovers what's in the box.]

I'm glad you like them.

[That's the reaction he was counting on. Iskandar thought this set would be perfect for his husband the moment he saw it but it did worry him that the designs might be a little too floral for Waver's taste. Fortunately, it looks that fear was completely unfounded.]

Of course.

[He leans down to seal his promise with a kiss. How could he not? So radiant and warm, with a slight tinge of red creeping up his cheeks, his love is completely irresistible. Iskandar wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he tried.]

[There's a knowing sound as Waver reaches up to caress Iskandar's face, before reaching for one of the freshly brewed cups.]

It'll be better tomorrow. I promise.

[The return jetlag is probably going to be worse... but that's a problem for their future selves to deal with. That said, he'll try to think of some ways to ease it for Iskandar on the way back.

When this current mess is sorted.

Though even thinking of the current mess or anything else is terribly hard when Iskandar is kissing him like that.]

Mmmmm.

[His other hand is still on the box. That kiss? Deserves another.

And it's right at that moment. The moment when both of them are thoroughly enjoying their kiss, when Waver's passing a coffee cup to Iskandar's waiting hand, and no doubt Iskandar's looking forward to the pleasure of putting up Waver's hair...

That a far off scream echoes down from the river where the sauna is. Right where the dream showed the ayakashi to be.

No mortal ears can hear so far. Even godly ears belonging to Heroic Spirits might not either. There's the bustle of the resort all around them and the snow and all the whistle of the winter wind to swallow up such a cry to be lost as just another piece of background noise. Especially when these two gods are so wrapped up in each other.

But then again...]

[There are habits that come from a life of near-constant danger, and they both had enough of it. Iskandar maybe more than Waver but they both had spent enough time with a mortal threat to their very lives to acquire similar instincts.
Iskandar breaks their kiss and lifts his head; he waits a few moments listening motionless but the strange sound does not repeat. Still, he has been already alarmed enough.

Did you hear that?

[His senses might be dulled by jetlag and general lack of sleep but it doesn't stop the feeling something is wrong. Good thing they're both dressed up, bad thing they might end skipping breakfast.]

[There's a tensing in Iskandar's arms that's followed by Waver slowly turning his head this way and that, gaze roving, trying to track the source of that sound and sense anything in that direction. He purses his lips, clearly troubled, before nodding.

... no, it doesn't feel right and that's a familiar feeling. Ominous, given everything else, starting from the dream... but not unexpected. They were warned.]

Yeah. Screams.

[... and he doesn't think that's from the kids running around the resort.]

[Iskandar releases Waver from his embrace, downs his coffee in one swig and heads for the door. They might have left their shinki at home but it doesn't mean they are completely out of options. In time it takes him to put on his coat and boots, he's already formulated some kind of plan.]

Let's go.

[It takes a few moments more to follow. The coffee is hot - it takes a few swallows and Waver blows futilely in an attempt to cool it down between gulps. His coat, scarf, and boots are scattered in different parts of the cabin thanks to their frantic bout of passion the day before, and there's a scramble to retrieve them - and a stumble thanks to his foot catching his discarded suit jacket - and put them on quickly enough to keep up with Iskandar.

Any complaints are swallowed up by urgency. If they're quick, they might catch the akayashi if it's still lingering around the scene before it goes into hiding and becomes much more of a problem for them. They're not completely helpless without their shinki, but it's better to be able to confront it without it sneaking up and ambushing them.

Which... they should expect sooner or later, regardless. They're the tastiest beings around. Instinctively, Ayakashi will always go after gods, shinki, and any stray soul first.

But.

... that they haven't already been confronted with it since their arrival is... almost suspiciously lucky, Waver realizes, before squinting and scowling as soon as the door opens and the wind and the snow flying on it slaps him in the face. The bite of cold is sharp contrasted to the warm comfort of the cabin.]

Did you catch which direction it came from?

Yes. [Iskandar replies without hesitation. He stopped not far from their cabin's entrance, his own coat unbuttoned, gaze fixed on one spot in the distance. ] Exactly where we saw it in the dream.

[But there's a difference now. A body on the snow. Bright blue pool of colour, a puffed parka and ski pants, against white of the snow. No blood. Not yet? Or not visible? Too early to tell. Over it a twitching mass of black tangled threads in shape of a man rises from the ground. It looks even more surreal in the daylight. Constantly shifting, moving and changing, doesn't even look solid. Just a mess of impatient black penstrokes scratched over reality.

To their left another figure, a living, breathing human being ploughing through the snow from the far end of the compound. Too far for recognition but already eerily familiar.

All is still until Waver appears. When ayakashi realizes it has not one but two gods to potentially feast on it does something Iskandar has never seen one do before. It collapses on itself folding into a small ball of darkness, then bolts upward screeching like a flock of crows and flies away over the forest.]

That... was unusual.

[He was expecting it to attack, not run away.]

Let's check it's victim. Maybe it's not too late.

[The fast approaching man finally comes close enough that Iskandar recognizes in him a person they already met. It's none other than the waiter from the restaurant. The one that wished them a pleasant meal yesterday and seemed to notice them more than anyone else from the staff.]

[Of course. The sauna by the river. Waver pulls on gloves as he bounds out the door in pursuit of Iskandar, who has pulled out ahead. Even though he's been made to exercise, he's no where as fast as his husband in pushing through snow.

That's the difference between a trained warrior and an academic. Obviously the answer he would get is exercise more. Ugh. No matter if he enjoys the feeling of having a more muscular body... it's still UGH. At least he's not falling over into a panting heap like he would if he were still human.

That and he's beginning to chant as his eyes lock in on the amorphous, shifting mass of darkness scribbled in the air over a motionless form dressed in powder blue sprawled across the snow. There might be another person coming in, and Iskandar's already arrived, but he doesn't know if that's enough to draw the thing away from prey already downed. Or if it is... if two gods are an alluring enough target, and if the thing has any sense of cunning...

...

...]

Unsettling too.

[Though the word he wants to use is suspicious, though his tone conveys this well enough. Even the more intelligent ayakashi they've encountered wouldn't give up their prey without a fight. For the ayakashi to just... bolt at his arrival, leaving behind its helpless victim with no hesitation...

He has never seen an ayakashi like that. Nor one without eyes... nor one that just had manifested the way it had...

Most ayakashi take the form of animals or objects. Defined. Not fluid, barely present, a writhing mass of tendrils of darkness.

... and that the goddess can't truly perceive him even if she senses the pain he's in...]

I see breathing. [It's very shallow, but it's there. Waver's fighting through the last bit of snow before falling to his knees to turn the victim over. To say she doesn't look good is an understatement, but...] If we get her to a doctor fast--

[Oh hi there random stranger----]

Hey, we need some help over here!

[Only then does it register that it's the waiter from last night approaching fast; Waver feels the part of him that is mage immediately sit up and take note. What a coincidence.]

[There are several things that happen in quick succession there but it feels like forever. The waiter stops the moment he sees what Waver has just seen, then pulls up his phone and spills an entire monologue in what Iskandar guesses must be Finnish - they might have arrived yesterday he'd heard enough of the language as background noise to at least be able to identify it - into it when he finally gets someone to pick up. Then a short, one-word answers to whatever the person on the other side was asking before disconnecting and switching to English.]

The ambulance won't be here for the next 30 minutes or more. We need to move her inside.

[Iskandar is ready to pick the wounded girl but then he hears a suspicious sound from the forest. The very one over which the ayakashi, or whatever the hell that even was, was flying. So he turns around reaching for his sword only to realise he's on vacation he doesn't have any. His luck that what comes out of the forest is not dangerous. At least not to them. It or rather she is, however, very familiar.

Goddess Kiputyttö storms out of the bushes red-faced, heaving, panting and swearing. Iskandar needs no knowledge of Finnish to realize the words she's uttering are definitely not blessings. When finally met in person his first impression is confirmed. She does look like a teenager. Short, round-faced, with big dark eyes, black hair and dressed in a set of completely modern winter clothes. If not for a long, ornamental spear she wields, she could easily pass as one of the tourists.
Then she sees Iskandar and Waver and her shoulders drop. She stops, clearly way out of breath to comment on the scene. The spear in her hand shrinks to a size no larger than a hairpin which is exactly as she uses it, immediately sticking it into her tight bun.

The waiter guy looks at her but she just shakes her head.]

We need to move her inside.

[He repeats, this time getting a reply.]

Give me a fucking moment. [wheeze] I've just run two kilometres straight. [wheeze] You go on. I'll be right behind you.

[The guy nods. He kneels beside Waver. There's something very telling in the way he checks the wounded girl's injuries. Like a man knowing what he's looking for.]

Ok, she can be moved safely. Come, big guy, lend me a hand here.

[Iskandar needs a second to realize the waiter is talking to him so he's a bit slower to react to but when he finally does, he too knows what he's doing. Not his first time transporting severely wounded. Though they usually were fellow soldiers not young girls on vacation. This one barely weighs anything and is terribly pale, he notices as he lifts her from the snow.

The waiter smiles.]

Thanks, I'm Samu by the way, and you've already met Kipo.

[The goddess waves, still trying to catch her breath.]

They're coming from Ivalo, then...?

[It's not really a question. Though, Ivalo is small. If it's that bad, they might end up flying her out. Waver bites his lip. If she lasts that long.

He blinks and waves after watching the rest of this exchange, and being unsubtle in his look of utter sympathy when Kiputyttö says she ran two kilometers. Through the snow. ... oh come on, he'd probably drop from that. (Yes, yes, he needs even more exercise, he knows.) There's a bit of a mild question lingering on his face. He is supposing, for now, that the spear is a shinki and Samu a human follower.

(though, this is different pantheon. He'd be happy to be proven wrong on at least the shinki part and find out the weapon is just a weapon and not a person. That said, everything he's heard suggested things work similarly around the world as it does for the Japanese pantheon. Then again, given the still unexplained matter of the New Gods and shinki arrivals to the Far Shore and all sorts of deities being suddenly worshipped by the Japanese...)]

It's not a problem. He's Iskandar and I'm Waver.

[His lips press together as the girl is lifted and cradled in Iskandar's arms. Already so terribly pale with a creeping tinge of blue setting in. Christ.

He murmurs a few words in Chinese to at least cast a bubble of warm air around her; both his and Zhuge Liang's talents do not lie in healing magecraft, but he can do this little for her to help.]

Is there a specific place you'd like us to take her?

[Please anything but their cabin, though. It's secure, but it's a mess and once everyone walks in, it'll be obvious what they've been up to all last night. The smell alone...]

[Samu nods as he inspects the ground after Iskandar has lifted the girl. Difficult to say what he's looking for as there is no blood on the snow. Not even footprints. Not a sign someone else other than them was even here. Then he picks up something from the ground, hiding it in his pocket immediately.]

Yes, that's the closest one. Small though, so we'll see how it goes from there.

[He furrows his brows at the last question.]

Infirmary, where else? The doctor should be awake by now. She's old so it's ok. I doubt she'd remember you anyway. I still need to report this, get the security to fence off the scene and whole damned circus. [He shots one quick glance at his obviously more and more stressed out goddess.] But it's fine, I'll handle it. You go eat.

[Well, that's not their first time doing this.

Iskandar remembers seeing a sign with a large cross on it in the main building when they were checking in yesterday. He didn't think about it yesterday, merely registered its presence because of a similar sign he saw in the airport earlier. He meant to ask Waver about it but then completely forgot. He had more important things to concentrate on.]

I know where it is.

Hm? [Samu searching the snow immediately peaks Waver's interest, and he stretches out his senses to see if he can detect any magical energy from the ground (or the man himself). Whatever is found is quickly pocketed, and Waver's eyebrows rise slightly as he meets the other's eyes with an open, curious expression.] Something interesting?

[The tone's not pushy - the Caster doesn't expect an answer right away. Clearly given all the little hints, this isn't their first rodeo, and Waver's interested in the details of that. But he's willing to wait on that. At least for the time to get everyone inside and taken care of, and stress levels to return to something a little less heightened.

Waver breathes a sigh of relief. Iskandar was paying attention then. He had been occupied with other matters.]

Thank all that's holy, I missed it coming in. [It could be a toss up whether or not there was an infirmary present on all his trips; he's in perhaps the bad habit of not expecting one or given certain sensitive matters in life, having to avoid the use of one to avoid compromising the masquerade.]

[There's a quick exchange of glances after Waver's question between Samu and the goddess. She nods, only then he replies.]

Feathers. Just like the last time. I'll show you later. Maybe you'll be able to make any sense of it.

[Infirmary is a very straightforward affair. Just like Samu predicted the doctor is awake and ready to take over the patient. But it's also a small place, quickly overcrowded when they all gather inside. As soon as Iskandar lowers the wounded girl onto the hospital bed, Samu shoves them all out to the corridor. He stops at the door.]

Go eat.

[This demand is very obviously directed at his goddess who huffs something unintelligible back at him but Samu ignores it turning to Waver instead. Singled him out as the responsible one apparently.]

I know it's totally out of the blue but please, check that she eats some real food and not just two litres of coffee and a piece of chocolate.

Seriously, Samu!

[The goddess is not amused but Samu has already closed the door behind him leaving them on the corridor. Iskandar chuckles.]

You two must really like each other. Alas, your friend is right. Nobody can plan, much less act on an empty stomach. Come, let's find ourselves some proper breakfast.

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[Waver nods before they head off to the infirmary, the girl still cradled in Iskandar's arms. Time passes in a rush and before they know it, they're out in the hallway, Samu shooing them out and demanding his goddess eat.

It's not an unfamiliar scene. Kiputyttö is not the only one that has had to be... encouraged to have a meal.]

Two litres of coffee and a piece of chocolate is not a proper meal?

[Rhetorical question and a bit of self depreciating humor, but no, Waver, it is not.]

He's right, though - it's better we fill up. It looks to be a long day ahead and we'll all probably need the energy.

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[The dining hall is already bustling with activity, if a bit of a morbid kind. Iskandar can't help but overhear other guests already gossiping about the accident. A murder maybe. The resort is small and secluded, but news travel fast in such places.

He's as fast in securing them a table then takes it on himself to bring the goddess a proper meal. He wants answers and for her to be able to deliver them she needs to be in a lot better shape than she's now. So no weak porridge or subsiding on leaves or fruit will do.]

I don't eat eggs!

[Kiputyttö exclaims as he sets the plate in front of her, staring in horror at the steaming pile of scrambled eggs, no less than four pieces of dark bread slathered with butter and a generous heap of small sausages. Iskandar huffs. He was trying to be polite here. And modest! That's only half the portion of what he had brought for himself.]

Well shame, girl, now you do! No wonder you're so scrawny.

[The goddess pushes the plate away.]

I am vegan, you dumb oaf!

[At first, the declaration is met with a blank stare. Then Iskandar turns to Waver for help. That means something right? He's sure it does. He even faintly remembers hearing it somewhere. Ehh... for all his good will this is what he gets? Why is she mad at him now!]

[... more... for... them? Waver's stomach rumbles as the plate ends up right in front of him and his hands raise slightly in appeasement.]

She means she can't eat anything that comes from an animal. Which covers meat, dairy, eggs... er, honey? It's a diet a lot of people follow for either health reasons or to avoid harming and exploiting another living creature.

[Waver is quite sure that covers honey. Maybe. Bees make it so it counts, right? But he's not sure how strict she is on that.]

That's awful! So what can she eat then?

[He does make it sound as if he was concerned that she's starving. In a way, he is. Iskandar's unshaken belief that real food means bread, meat and olive has a tendency of colliding with the reality of modern times in most unexpected ways and a lot more often than he'd like.
The goddess just rolls her eyes at him.]

Clearly, neither of you is a god of the Underworld. Or is it only the Finnish one that's so lovely? If I weren't vegan already I'd sure as hell become one now. This everything?

[She gestures to the steaming pile of food with disgust.]

It all smells rotten to me. All food does, but I'd say a hint of mould on fruit and muesli is incomparably more tolerable than rotten eggs or meat. And I can pretend that the vegetables are just pickles, so technically rotten too.

But you're not here to discuss diet. You want to know more about that inky bastard.

There's... granola... and fruit salad at the buffet? Fried mushrooms and tomatoes...

[Listen, he was grabbing anything that could go in a proper fry and barely glancing at the rest. Sometimes he is insufferably British. Admittedly usually around the subject of what constitutes proper afternoon tea.

Hm.

Their domains encompass war. Iskandar's much more than his, since Zhuge Liang was known his statesmanship as well as his strategy and Guan Yu was revered for his martial prowess instead. But there's no getting away from the fact that legacy of conflict marks his divinity as the scars of the battlefield have marked his soul.

So no. He can't recall any underworld god in the Far Shore having this issue as well, but that may have well just been a feature of the New Gods there. Her explanation gets a thoughtful frown. The Japanese realm of the dead governed by Izanami is said to one of decay as well, but he's never been and never wants to go.]

That's a good question. [In regards to the various pantheons' underworlds and the properties of gods thereof.] But no, we're not.

[Waver's hands cradle his coffee - black, strong.]

When did that thing first appear? I get the impression you've been dealing with it for awhile.

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Tuesday night down at the Monster's Ball

I've got dirty laundry on them all

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