Elijah nodded, retracting the offered dagger. "You needn't worry about that," he said as Thor reminded him not to let the Men of Letters get their hands on it. He'd sooner deliver it to the Devil himself than Evelyn and her cronies. However, the Brit couldn't help but smirk at Ullr's introduction as he took the offered hand and shook it firmly. The hunting and archery lined up well enough, but skiing? Certainly a Norse god, through and through, though one with a very human level of self-awareness. Eli watched the ensuing father-son banter with vague bemusement until the discussion turned toward Poseidon.
Will inclined his head toward Poseidon at the deity's praise. He was nowhere near as well-versed in mythology as Eli was, but even he knew the Greek God of the Sea. Even if he didn't, the aura of power the god gave off was unmistakable to his angelic senses. The rest of the talk about a Gigantes and the like was lost on him, but all the same he replied. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I'm still... getting accustomed to my Grace."
Chris had been surprised when Mac had abruptly left the house during the conversation, but hadn't given it much thought as the conversation continued without her. However, now his eyes widened as he saw her reenter the home with a crowbar in-hand. He raised both arms in a placating gesture as he stepped between Mac and the table holding the box. "Whoa, whoa. Let's think about this for a second. That guy didn't seem like he was fucking around. He all but said it was trapped. Now I don't know if it's a stink bomb, a hex bag, or a grenade -- but I'd rather not take that gamble without a damn good reason when we can just wait for Will to get back."
He turned to look over his shoulder at Ashley-May and Chase, as if seeking reinforcements.
Last edited: