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Transitioning from living with Mentor Métis has been somewhat difficult for the lot of them. Hades was enjoying his newfound freedom to address his burgeoning and overactive libido, Hythlodaeus was finally able to do whatever he wanted with his sleep and wake cycles, and Prometheus had decided to make himself a nuisance for an entire department. Hades was both amused and proud, though sometimes (often) annoyed by his behavior.

It was a nice enough afternoon for Hades. Hythlodaeus and Prometheus had plans of some kind, so Hades thought to being a girl back for an hour. Technically, they were study buddies, but they didn’t get much studying done. Currently, Hades’ robe was tossed aside next to him. He was seated on the bed, slacks open and pulled slightly down to give the young woman in front of him a little space to work with her mouth. She was still dressed, they clearly hadn’t gotten very far before their interruption.

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"Society's coffin, at any rate. That's more a concept for a civilization collapse. Speaking of! Little Prometheus wants to venture down into the sewers. Maybe find a relic or two. Certainly some monsters," Hades says all of this as it was his idea. A perfectly reasonable thing to do just as the semester started!

Hythlodaeus tipped his head towards Hades. "And you agreed?"

"Excuse me, who are you calling little?" Prometheus huffed, keenly aware that in comparison to Hades and Hyth, he was a little on the... shortish... side. Only slightly! Less than an inch, maybe!

"And of course he agreed, it's exciting!" He turned to Hyth, planting his hands on his hips, "Just think of the relics waiting for us down there... and the unique ecosystem that's no doubt developed! I wonder if we could bring back specimens for the zoology department..."

"You, pipsqueak!" Hades said, poking him in the forehead with a nasty grin.

Hythlodaeus looked between his bed and Prometheus. "That sounds like the antithesis of my project, but if you're going, I won't let you go alone. You're both miserable healers and if I don't have anyone to copy notes from in phantomology I may as well not go."

Hades laughed, but it was true that his notes were exemplary. Worthy of stealing and copying, even! "You do have a point there about zoology. Say... Are we going to be allowed down there at all? Isn't it restricted somehow?"

Prometheus looked a bit shifty at Hades's wise question on the legality of their planned excursion.

"Well," he started slowly, "It's not officially restricted, but you won't get any sympathy if you run out missing an arm because a ravenous monster snapped it off. I think they only get funny if you bring up old magic relics, because they tend to curse you with insanity or nasty magic illnesses that are very virulent."

"So, as long as we don't touch blatantly cursed objects or get eaten, it's fine," Hyth summarised, "Oh, this sounds like it will go splendidly."

Hades laughs under his breath like he’s trying hold water in his mouth. “At least we can jump into the Underworld and let it wash us onto Mentor Metis’ doorstep should we fail badly enough. Plus Prometheus will take the blame!”

Hades was enjoying himself too thoroughly. “I do have some new concepts for creatures to protect us. They aren’t fully worked out, but at least they won’t attack us.”

Hythlodaeus let out a long suffering sigh. “Then I have no choice but to keep you whole with my own magic, is that it?”

"Glad you understand your position in this adventure so quickly!" Prometheus said cheerfully, patting Hyth on the shoulder with a slight mocking air, "Hades keeps complaining about my healing, even though it's only thanks to me he still has his dick right now, hmph."

Yes, Prometheus is already mentally rewriting that memory, one that isn't in Hades's favour. He brushed the moment aside, though, letting his attention shift to the eddying currents of the Lifestream and wondering where they should begin their adventure. The underground ruins had several entrances, but some were more dangerous than others.

In the end, he decided moderate difficulty would be wise. He didn't need Hades complaining if they jumped right into the deep end immediately, "Right, I have our coordinates. Everyone ready for their adventure?"

"Weren't we going to go see Metis first?" Hades asks blandly. "If we disappear without a trace, our instructors will be worried."

He folds his arms. But maybe compromise would be in order if he was so against any semblance of responsibility. "And I would still have my dick, and once again, it's no thanks to you!"

Hythlodaeus wasn't uneasy, exactly. But... "I can send notice of our intents... Otherwise they'll have to go find the Emet-Selch to determine if we're still alive."

"What is with you two being so morbid?" Prometheus grouched, "We won't die because I'm here!"

He was a powerhouse in terms of raw magical power, and clever enough to craft defensive and offensive spells that would vaporise the common monster into fine red mist if it so much as looked at them funny. It was a confidence that made him fearless - though, many of his instructors and even Mentor Metis would call it 'well-earned arrogance just waiting to trip him up'.

"But if it'll make you two feel better..." he flicked his wrist, Creating a misty white phantom in the form of a flittering sparrow, "Go tell Mentor Metis we're adventuring in the underground ruins."

The phantom bird chirped, then darted up, vanishing through the ceiling.

“I’m not morbid, I’ve just known you two my entire life,” Hythlodaeus says with a laugh.

Hades’ posture relaxes. He wanted time to alert the Chief of Student Housing, but he could always send a letter once they were on their adventure.

Hades’ own combat prowess was nothing to sneeze at. He wasn’t truly worried about getting killed, but he didn’t need to cause undue strain to the system. Prometheus did plenty of that for everyone.

“I suppose we’ll be relying solely on Creation for our needs?” Hades asks somewhat warily.

"Obviously," Prometheus said, "Aside from being an adventure, this is like... an unofficial test of our abilities. If we can have a product and survivable romp through the ruins, then, pfft, who needs to attend the basics lessons?"

Yes, he will use this as an excuse for his skiving.

"But enough chitchat!" Prometheus clapped his hands and then held them out, wiggling his fingers expectantly, "It's time to bravely leap into an adventure! Unless you both are getting cold feet~?"

Hyth let out a good natured huff and took Prometheus's hand, "Hardly!"

In the interest of his own sanity, he was just going to let that one go. They didn’t go to class to be survivalists. What the hell was Prometheus even on about? But... just the three of them. That sounded sort of nice.

“Of course not,” he said, taking Prometheus’ other hand. “Besides, wherever you two go, I’ll go.” Even as he said it, his cheeks flushed a little. Ah, embarrassing in how true it was.

Hades began to properly mentally prepare— for all of it. The dive into the lifestream, the harrowing adventure... Maybe he could even reconnect with Prometheus a little. It didn’t seem like he was coping well with him having sexual partners after all. Also...

“...And... Unsupervised drinking.”

Prometheus snorted, "Hades, you're such a sap."

But he seemed to have missed the flush, instead focusing on hooking onto a stable current of the Lifestream. With a flare of aether, and the disorientating lurch of a teleport on the back of a turbulent flow of energy, they warped out of Hythlodaeus's room and landed in a considerably darker, danker and musty one.

Prometheus grunted quietly as their feet hit solid, wet stone, fighting off the sudden rush of lightheadedness from teleporting so many people over such a long distance. He'll need to figure out how to make that more efficient and less draining. It'll be annoying if he kept getting a nasty case of vertigo every time he wanted to cart his friends about to places.

"Urgh, mmph... okay, here we are," he said, straightening up from his brief moment of wobbliness, "We're in one of the entrance chambers."

Hades instantly Created a lantern. Well, once the seasickness wore off. Eugh. Hythlodaeus, for all his cool confidence, had his hands on his knees and his eyes closed, his long hair tumbling out from his collar.

"So, do we have some sort of goal in mind, or is this more... time-limit oriented? Artifacts and monsters are well and all..." Hades started.

Hythlodaeus finally stood up to his full height and shook off a bit like a big dog. "I say we try to each find the best artifact we can and let Mentor Metis judge them."

"Oh, I like that!" Prometheus said, "Even though she'll scold us first, she's a fair judge."

It'll mostly be a scolding over not telling anyone about their adventure first, before she'd ask how it went and being generally supportive of such impulsiveness. But, Mentor Metis was not your average Amaurotine, being old enough to recall how 'Old Society' was, before everyone started getting really strict over the masks and conformity and stuff.

"Right, so, we go as a group then? Or split up?"

Hades absolutely sent notice to the school, secretively as he did it. It would give them time to clean up the wind of the dormitories that Prometheus had all but annihilated.

"We could probably all use a scolding now and then," Hythlodaeus said. "Keep us in line."

"We aren't splitting up! If one of use comes home without an arm or a leg they'll nver let us go again. ...Buuuuut artifacts are finder's keepers," Hades said with a grin. Hythlodaeus and he were at a severe advantage with their Sight, after all.

Prometheus huffed at Hades's smug tone, "You're so sure you're gonna find stuff better than me, huh?"

"Your... talents don't exactly lie in relic hunting, Prom," Hyth reminded him gently, though he too was looking a big smug, sure that he'd find something better than his friend, "You don't have the Sight."

"Fie on your Sight," Prom denounced dramatically, "I'll have the Lifestream tell me where the goodies are!"

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