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I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.

Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.

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[hor]

We're down here!

[ Horus turns his head to look in the direction Walter is calling from. He would've told Walter to stay away if he didn't think they would both need help eventually. Cuddling is amazing and Horus can't say he's not happy about it. He doesn't stop Set from pushing him away, but doesn't pull any further than he's forced to. He speaks in a normal voice. No need to hide that he showing to Set. ]

He called when you were already on the way. Neither of us would've made it this long without injury if you hadn't come.

[ He holds up his fingers in between them, the tips tinted purple. His lips look slightly warmer, but still not their usual tone. He'd be without any color if Set hadn't come. Maybe Set would've fared okay without him. ]

I can't let anyone or anything else kill you either. You're coming.

[angel_of_death]

[Zeroing in on the sound of the familiar voice of his friend calling out, Walter stops in front of the rather remaining portion of the doorway that hasn't been buried underneath the snow. Not even so much as putting down the door he carries, the raven-haired youth bends into a crouch, peering inside.]

Ah. There you are.

[One... two people. The other person must be the Lord Set that Horus mentioned.]

I decided against the shovel in the end. It would have taken too long to dig you out with something so small.

[suetekh]

I'm not going--

[But then there is Walter, peeking in. Without thinking, Set glares. He isn't trying to be a jerk but he is trying to come off as if he's Horus' enemy here. As if he hadn't been trying to keep him warm.

He does stand, with his barely functional coat which is really just a thin jacket. Just to look big and menacing, as if he truly is the villain.]

So then you came for this chick.

[hor]

[ As Set stands, Horus throws himself forward so his arms are back around Set's shoulders. It doesn't do much for his intimidation tactic to have the "chick" hanging off of him. He lets out a laugh, which puffs as fog in the air. He hasn't even put his wings away to do this, so it looks particularly comedic. ]

Are you two competing for the most dramatic entrance?

[angel_of_death]

[The glare isn't very effective. No actual move has been made, and Horus already made it clear the other god wasn't coming to bring harm.]

No, but it almost looks like your dear enemy is concerned I'm here to roast you, little chick.

[Set called Horus a chick first. He's running with it. Serves Horus right for making him wait.]

Just to be clear, I'm here to steal you both away.

[suetekh]

[Set tries to shake Horus off of him. It's true, the image of Horus just hanging off of him and laughing makes Set look much less threatening. It also does not do any favors for their rivalry.

So he pushes Horus away and tries to go back to the intimidation tactic that isn't working.]

If you could kill him then he wouldn't worth keeping alive. [Yikes.

But he does move to go past Walter.] I'm not coming with you. You two can go off to play.

[hor]

Not you too. I'm a full adult, you know.

[ Horus tries for all of two seconds to fight Set pushing him off, though it doesn't last past Set saying he's not coming. Horus's expression gets a little more serious and, frankly, slightly irate. He gets where Set is coming from, but this is a very real threat. They could both genuinely freeze out here. Convincing him through means of his wellbeing or care never work, so Horus tries a more dramatic, but not necessarily untrue tactic: ]

You're from a time before I was born, remember? If you die here from exposure, I'll die back home before we even get a chance to meet. You can sulk in the corner at Walter's.

[angel_of_death]

[Walter's smirk remains, but the mirth in his eyes cools considerably.

If the worth of someone's life was measured in whether or not he was able to kill them, there would be an awfully small number 'worthy of life'.]

Or wherever else you choose to sulk at once I get you out. I just happen to have a functioning fireplace.

[suetekh]

[Set is as stubborn as a bull, just as gentle as one too. But when Horus brings that point up, it makes him realize that the other god is right. He has to defeat Set to show his true right for the throne. He doesn't think that he would die here but in the off chance... ]

Fine.

[Although he would like to point out that he has already been able to get out of his place and then into Horus'. But he keeps his mouth shut, not acknowledging anything. Including Walter's expression because he simply doesn't notice.]

[hor]

Sounds like he likes the idea of sulking next to the fireplace.

[ His tone is back to cheery, even if his voice is shaky with the cold. He pointedly does move to file behind Set in "line", lest the man decide to try to steer away from the rescue party. ]

Oh. [ He shakes his shoulders and shimmies his wings away, pouting slightly. Set's leftover body warmth is fading away...! If Set hasn't moved toward following Walter at that point, Horus will slap him on the back with both hands gently to encourage him. If he has, he'll be following him closely and going back to shivering as the cold starts setting in again and he tries to huddle up to Set's back while they walk and he talks. ]

Walter, this is Lord Uncle Set, current king of Egypt and god of the desert and well-defined shoulder blades. Set, this is my human friend, Walter.

[angel_of_death]

A pleasure to meet you, your Majesty.

[It's a formality in speaking, nothing more (and he won't even acknowledge that point about the shoulder blades, however well-defined the god's body may be). Instead, Walter focuses more on the work at hand, wielding the kinetic magic at his disposal to -- rather forcefully -- impale the loose door into the snow. Using both his body and his magic, it's very little time at all before he has enough of the snow cleared for all to emerge from the room comfortably.]

[suetekh]

What? I'm the god of the desert and storms. [The comment about his body flies over his head completely. He's obviously not the god of intelligence.

But other than that, he doesn't say anything else. Not that he's happy to meet Walter because he never had been interested in meeting him. He's not social and really, he didn't want others to see him and Horus interacting too much. Except right now, he's got no choice. Although with the door taken off, Set wonders what Horus will do about a room now. Oh well. No more living next to him. That's fine.

He grumbles when Horus pushes him along, frowning.] Stop clinging so close to me. Walk on your own.

[hor]

[ Horus, an alchemist who runs a guild of alchemists, is pretty confident in his ability to get a door fixed. His or whoever else's. Set's brief concern doesn't even cross his mind, he's just happy not to be buried under snow once he is. ]

If you promise you're staying through the night at Walter's, I'll stop. Not just dropping me off and going off on your own. If you break the promise, I'll do something so public you won't be able to talk yourself out of it.

[ He's not backing off until set promises, but he does peek around Set to look at Walter. Not to thank him though.]

Walter, are there hot drinks when we arrive?

[angel_of_death]

[It's going to be an interesting day, isn't it...]

Hot drinks, a fire, warm blankets, and eventually something hot to eat. You'll not be cold in my household.

[suetekh]

[Is Walter ever going to get a thank you? Not from Set, at least. He's also not the god of politeness.]

I said I would go so stop nagging at me like a child. [He looks to Walter, now judging him for being friends with his nephew. What kind of person even was Walter?]

How far?

[hor]

I saw a chef on the screens the other day make a salad of warm butter lettuce and hazelnuts. Set will like that.

[ Horus, you're a guest, stop demanding specific meals and hot drinks.. Just as bad as Set in different ways, really. ]

Who's acting like a child here, complaining he doesn't want to go somewhere and not having basic manners?

[ Says the guy who also hasn't said thank you yet... ]

[angel_of_death]

[Says the boy who made him wait after he said he was coming to get them. Both of these gods are ridiculous.

It must run in the family.]

I'll look up the recipe.

[Fortunately, with Chang Geng in the household, they have an abundance of healthy ingredients available for cooking.

Undoing his cloak, Walter turns to toss it about Horus' shoulders. Horus is a good measure taller than him, but it's a cloak and not a fitted coat, so it fits well enough. It's also quite warm, given Walter's earlier exertion.]

And it isn't dreadfully far, but far enough for it to be an issue for this one's fingers and toes, as blue as they are now.

[With that, he gives Horus a stern look as he makes the attempt to tug the cloak closed.]

Keep your hands in. It's even colder outside than it is in your room.

[suetekh]

Can we go now?

[Set is hardly dressed for the weather, in his coat and sandels. But he had brought blankets when he'd come to try to save Horus so there is that as he takes it from Horus' floor and wraps it around himself. Is he freezing? Absolutely. But he won't say a word.

And there is still no thanks.]

[hor]

Let's go! Why doesn't Set have to keep his toes in?

[ As if Walter is somehow the one in charge right now. Horus seems to have decided it's fine to designate him the one caring for them right now, and keeps his hands safe just as he was told to.

Either way, Horus seems to be moving to go ahead and get the party going now that he's tucked into Walter's coat. ]

[angel_of_death]

Because I have no shoes for either of your feet.

[He treads at a brisk pace, thoughts already turning to what he needs to do once they make it to his household. The fire will need to be stoked, certainly. But their extremities concern him. Cups of tea to warm their hands. Tubs of warm water for their feet. What else...?

Blankets. They don't have many extra, but he can spare his own.]