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[tricaputus]

There were distant figures wandering  the opposite river bank. A mob of confused faces. No, not a mob. Not with those vacant stares, those hopeless shambling steps. The aimless way they wandered sightlessly back and forth as the Acheron's dark waters lapped at their feet. This was not the sincronized movements of a group mind. It was the desperate

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[mycursedface]

There is also, sometimes, company. Black hair, golden wings, short tunic and brown limbs for all to see - it's only as the Gorgon lands that it's possible to see which sister it is. The shortest one, the one with curls and, today, a smile.

"You look bored, darling."

[tricaputus]

At Medusa's approach, the hulking shape scrambles to its feet. There's a brief moment of silent looming before she speaks... And then Cerberus comes forward; ears flattened, tongues lolling, in that half crouched full body wag of all puppies everywhere.

Meda!HihihihihihihiMedahihihihihihi!

[mycursedface]

She grins at him, reaching out to pat and stroke his heads.

[tricaputus]

 Someone he knows is here! Glee!

There is much whining and half seated wiggling before he finally settles back on his haunches, tail beating madly on the stone floor.

Somewhere Hades is facepalming. 'Demon of the pit' indeed.

You'rehereyou'rehereyou'rehere! Where've you been? What's going on? Tell me tellmeyou'rehere!

Whether their last meeting was yesterday or a life time ago, odds are she'd be getting the same greeting.