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Just a reminder, John probably remembers that Eric is Thor's son so that's the most likely reason for him being here.

There is growling from the long-haired Japanese man. "Some of us only need one representative to get the job done." The well-dressed man next to him smiles at Keiko in a paternal way.

Also, I wanted to let people know that I'm heading on vacation tomorrow which means my posts will be (even more) sporadic. I'll be back home on Friday 8/17 but in the meantime, please be patient. 

Hmm... Well, I think Pashalik_Mons is m.i.a. for now so I'm going to NPC Eric until we hear from him.

Stepping forward next to John, Eric bows stiffly at the waist with an awkward expression suggesting he feels way out of his league. "I am Eric Donner, and I'm hear to... uh... hear to receive orders."

There is a heartbeat of silence before Thor roars with more laughter and beams down at his son. "At ease, soldier," he says through chuckles, "Parade rest a little!" He leans down and grabs a satchel bag from the floor, dropping it loudly on the table and reaching inside. "Aha, here!" he holds up two metallic objects and stands to hand them to the Scions.

"Reginnaglar," Heimdall says by way of explanation. "Temple nails from Scandnavia. They will connect you to our power." Thor hands a shining iron nail to John and a rusty one to Eric.

Apollo and Aphrodite exchange expressions at this but it is the sharply-dressed Japanese man who speaks next. "I have a gift as well for my daughter, Keiko." Hachiman, the fisher-god of authority, draws forth a large bronze pendant, bearing intertwined fish on the front and kanji characters on the back. "It is my seal and gives the bearer leave to act in my name."

The Norse Gods seemed like rather good fellows, if a bit on the loud side for Thor. Surely parents like them had not deceived the mothers of the Scion, nor the Japanese or the Loa. Zeus, strong and famous as he may be, didn't even have it in him to face the son he had had with another's woman, though. Only once had he come, and that was all.

Penthos was thinking along those lines as his hand raised to the pin, and he touched it. He despised it, but he wasn't foolish enough to try and cross his father. Mythology was full of examples of divine punishment. Which wasn't the same thing as fair, far from it. He would see to it in due time, but he had a lot to do before that.

Meanwhile, everybody was exchanging gifts and niceties. Good for them. He didn't need any of those to see Justice done.

As his two God relatives came to him mouthes full of explanations and hands full of gifts, Penthos tried to refrain from smirking. His biological father's habits were well-documented, after all. Still, if he wanted to be fair, neither Apollo nor Aphrodite had done a thing to him, and they probably had little choice in obeying the Sky Father, and furthermore, it would be much unwise to placate actual Gods needlessly.

The Scion took the wrapped presents offered by his gorgeous Sister, and answered the Gods
I think I understand, yes. I all the more thank you for taking the time to bring those to me. Could you please convey my gratitude to the Sky Father as well ?

Of course his experienced half-siblings would have noticed the lack of personnal connection in the words. It was a very proper and formal title, fit for the King of Heavens, but that didn't acknowledge the blood relation.

Keiko can certainly still speak up but we'll assume she accepts graciously for now...

"Jean-Philippe," the dark man with the liquid-smooth voice says as he too stands. "Mon fils. I welcome you as well, and hope that this whole group can work together." Damballa, the Overgod of the Loa, stands with a casually imperious air, commanding the attention of even lordly Hachiman.

Next to him, the other man stands as well, looking even more unsavory next to the stron gaze of Damballa. "And I'm glad to see you too," he says with a sly smile, "I fear I'd see you in my halls before you were standin' here." As he winks, the man's mask slips a bit to reveal the skeletal visage of Baron Samedi, loa of death. "I got a present for ya, too," the Baron adds, flipping two shining objects in the air. As JP catches them, he sees they are two ordinary-looking objects: a metal cigarette case and small silvered flask. He can't tell anything much beyond their use, other than that they were owned by a god.

"We have asked you here for a purpose," Damballa continues, making a gesture for the other gods to sit. The gesture is followed, grudgingly by some and indifferently by others, until the Scions stand alone again in the center of the horseshoe of tables. "You are our progeny and so we call on you for important tasks."

"You will guard our meeting place," Heimdall says with a smile, "and let know one interrupt us."

"The night watch," Baron Samedi agrees, his smile widening and making him look at once skeletal and roguish.