doom goes wherever the ever-weaving fates decide

[moros]

WHO: Moros and YOU
WHAT: arrival, a quest, and struggles with technology
WHEN: early October
WHERE: Nightwake
WARNINGS: SPOILERS for Hades II! if you'd like me to avoid major story spoilers, please let me know in your tag or subject line



Arrival

Moros is not accustomed to warm welcomes. Why would he be? No one wants Doom to come around. He is far more experienced with fear, confusion, hatred, and the like. Yet here he stands—a tall, antlered man with grayish skin, clad in the white of a new arrival, listening with increasing confusion to an explanation about different worlds. An explanation that includes the not-insignificant fact that he, himself, is now in a different world.

The Fates told him nothing of this.

"There must be some mistake," he murmurs, half to himself. He looks down at the beverage someone pushed into his hands, the name of the concoction foreign to him. Gently, he swirls it first one way, then the other, watching the mass of whipped cream and who knows what else slowly circle.

"A mistake," he repeats, a little louder this time.

That's what this is. A mistake.

No world would willingly invite Doom.

Joined at the Wrist

Mistake or no, there is no immediate escape from Ellipsa. So, Moros sets out to attempt to get his bearings. He finds his quarters, changes into his own attire, and makes his way into the city.

There, he winds up chained to a stranger.

How did this happen? Moros has no idea. He agreed to search the city, assuming it would help him learn something. He didn't know that search would involve being chained to another.

Standing stiffly, Moros looks down at the short length separating him and his companion, his long hair shifting where it drapes over his antlers. Should he apologize…?

"This can't be a pleasant experience," he says after a moment. He is Doom Incarnate, a fact that radiates from him as if it were painted on his bare chest. He can't hide what he is any more than he could change it.

Winter Guild

Another person might leap straight to practical application, attempting to learn their powers through using them. Moros does not. He chooses the academic route, reading through all the information he can find on his new abilities, educating his mind before he tries anything with his body.

The only problem is that he is accustomed to parchment, not … whatever the device is that he's been given to read.

Catch him squinting as he struggles with a tablet, trying in vain to figure out how to close one document and open another.

Comments

[verytired]

"Alright, I'll show you how it all works, then." He smiles easily at the suggestion. He likes the idea of getting to show Moros how to enjoy his downtime. It was different with him than it was with Thanatos. They remind him of each other in so many ways - beyond how they look, too.

"It might be hard to do. But..just think of this: it's not like you'll be doing nothing at all. You just get to decide how busy or not you are."

It's nice.