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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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"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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