Knocking on Hel's Door.

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*shifting the macabre furnishings about on whim, placing one of the high-backed wooden chairs he often provides to his lieutenants in front of his grandiose throne. An event meeting's arrangement.. Down to the frigid world of Niflheim was an immortal messenger sent, his objective to deliver a request for attendance from a blue-blooded woman who

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It was curiosity more than anything else that inspired Hel to answer the letter, which had been sent to Niflheim, and then faxed to the computer in her Pantheonic temple. She appeared in Ares throne room with a cold blast of sub-zero wind and a rattle of hail on the Temple of War's roof. She shifted in her electric wheelchair, and she smiled slightly. "Greetings, Lord Ares," she said with--pardon the pun--cold amusement.

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*O the allure.. To dillydally and enforce a range of boredom to anger from her, as Mars knew well the advantage of emotion, even if he was occasionally its slave.. No, he will not abscond straight into business. Pleasantries instead. On a cherry table near her left, a platter of secular fruits and other mortal delicacies.. Picking at a stem of grapes which appeared meshed through his fingers, he moistens beckoning lips*

Has the past few months been good for business, Goddess?

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"SARS looks like it's going to be a quite promising pandemic. Not as impressive as the Influenza Pandemic in the 1900's maybe, but there's always HIV and the West Nile virus," Hel said after a minute of thought.

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West Nile is concerning only in that it shall sentence many an equine to their ghastly doom. The fowl I've not concern for, or the humans who perish from it, either. Unless an antidote was discovered, but stolen and prevalent panic disbursed itself across the land, launching countries into war and slaughter and mayhem tyrannized... *there was evident stimulation in his chocolate orbs* But I deviate from my intent on inviting you here..

As I'm sure you've witnessed firsthand due to ...traffic levels, my clash has been taken out at the knees...

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*a snort of alarm reminded Hel of his former ignorance as his appendages were immobilized with the chill. Palms torn from the metal, brought together immediately after she pivots, nursing his wounded paws close to his chest. Now far more vigilant to her whereabouts, learning the hard way to keep his hands to himself, War cleared his throat and straightened after the shock.. For the moment he kept his thoughts to himself*

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Hel waited for Ares to recover from his brief lesson in manners, a polite, almost friendly expression on her face.

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*brow deeply corrugated in frustration at being chastened for his unfamiliarity with her condition, he glanced off to recollect. Rebounding with admirable velocity, he squandered a broad smirk while his stance slackened*

You said my proposal interested you - more than once.

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"Aye, would you care to detail what you mean by a collaberation? Be warned though, that I've no wish to be drawn into any of your various conflicts with the members of your pantheon or any other pantheon, any more I'm sure, than you'd wish to be involved with mine."