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Started February 23, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Pluto hopped out after him, already trying and failing to get her wings to look smaller. "I hope he doesn't ask too, because these things are impossible to hide at this point."

Rather unexpectedly, a turf-covered hatch was lifted in the grass nearby, and a soldier in a dark uniform beckoned to them. "There you are," he said sharply. "Clay's been getting impatient."
Mike walked by him down the stairs, unperturbed. "I'm not a superhero. Be thankful I could come at all."
"Who are these people?"
"Trainees. Now quit acting like you're more important than me and go back to doing your job. Come on, guys."

Pluto followed Mike, shooting the soldier a glare as they walked by

They followed the staircase down a long way, until it opened out into a vast, sleek-looking underground vault. It was very luxurious, considering it was obviously a bunker: chandeliers hung from the ceiling and all the floors were either carpeted or tiled in marble. There were guards and various servants all around, but none spared Mike a glance as he walked briskly down the first hallway leading out and found a door labeled "Office".
"Now, I'm going to ask that you're all polite to him," Mike said quietly before they entered. "He's got what you might call a quick temper. But coming from a world filled with irresponsible gods, I'm sure you're used to that."

Pluto rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he won't be as bad as Damascus. I hope."

"I'll let you be the judge of that." Mike knocked on the door, two times.
"Come in," came an angry voice. Mike did so, waving for the rest of you to follow.
The office was spacious and somewhat garishly opulent, with red velvet curtains over the windows and gleaming mahogany bookshelves on all other sides. There was an oversized desk in the center of the room, and sitting behind it was a thin blond man in a grey suit who seemed to have been in the middle of a frustrated tirade. He sat back as Mike entered, smoothing down his neatly parted hair.
"Mike," he snapped. "About time. It's been nothing but insanity here for hours, and for no reason other than your incompetence!"
Mike helped himself to a chair. "Explain what happened. I'll do my best to get this figured out."
As Clay launched into a long speech about the events of the day, Pluto (probably) noticed another man sitting in the corner of the room, casually leaned back and watching the conversation. He was a tall man with dark hair and sharp grey eyes, and something about him seemed….not quite human. He considered Mike's companions with mild curiosity.

Red stayed close to Mike and Pluto, confused as to the customs of interaction changing intermittently. She shook her head, realizing she had been scowling this whole time. Through her nervousness, she barely noticed the red colouration in her hair reach back up to the half-way point.

Pluto squinted at the man in the back, tuning Clay out. Something was off with him, and had she not been worried about being careful she would have switched to soul vision out of curiosity

The dark-haired man smiled at them pleasantly, then coughed very quietly. Clay stopped mid-sentence and blinked.
"Oh yes," he said. "Sorry, this is Lonan Blake, the co-founder of my company. You've met before, haven't you, Mike?"
"No," Mike said, and his eyes narrowed very slightly. "Actually, you told me he was dead."
The man, Blake, laughed and spoke in a friendly Britich accent. "Well, I admit I've been under the radar for several years. It's good to meet you, and your companions."

(aww I just got back too) Pluto stayed silent, staring at Blake. There was definitely something wrong with him, she just couldn't quite place what

(I'll only be here for like twenty more minutes but sure)
"Anyway," Clay said with annoyance. "Mike, would you please go catch my demons? You can chit-chat with Blake later."
Mike stood up. "Right you are. Let's go, guys."

Pluto got up, still frowning at Blake. Unfortunately, she wasn't paying attention while she did and ended up knocking her chair aside with one of her wings. "Uh…oops?"

Oddly, Clay didn't seem to notice. He had already turned back to Blake and was grumbling about inefficiency. Blake watched Pluto with sharp eyes, but said nothing, instead lacing his fingers together and patiently listening to Clay's complaints.
"Come on, Pluto," Mike said from the door.

"Oh, oops." Red repeated when she saw the chair fall. She contemplated picking it up but instead just followed Mike out the door instead.

Pluto picked the chair up and followed Mike out the door

Mike led them back up the hall, seeming preoccupied. "Blake huh?" he muttered. "I admit I could tell Clay was lying when he said Blake was dead, but still. That guy seemed more….professional than I was expecting. Kinda random that he'd show up all sudden like this, too. You kids didn't pick up anything strange about him, did you?"