"It's... what it sounds like." He turned to Alex. "I am curious. You said you've visited the underworld? We're you speaking literally? An afterlife?"
Alex nodded slightly at the question. "It's pretty complicated. It is an afterlife for many, there have been a few exceptions though. If you've read the depiction by Dante... it's something like that. I must admit, I was surprised the first time that myself and the other Gold Saints traveled there. Hopefully we won't have to go back." A figure in another set of golden armor, a lot more crablike, suddenly appeared behind Alex, his Spiky Black Hair flowing in the wind. "You say that like it's a chore, Capricorn. I disagree, it's probably my favorite place to visit." Alex didn't turn to face the other gold saint, looking at his now empty glass. "... Don't you have something that you should be doing, Mortis? Something that you were told to do?" The one named Mortis feigned a hurt pose, putting his hand on his forehead, half smirking as he spoke sarcastically. "Oh, come on, you're so mean, Alex. I thought we could drink together, just like old times."
"It sounds like a place I call Tartarus," Asmo said before the new guy appeared. Deo thought to himself, Disobeying a direct order is rarely a wise decision, recalling his days working recovery.
The one called Mortis sits down to the right of Alex. "More or less... He calls it Inferno, or whatever." Alex takes a small glance on Mortis, and puts back on his helmet slowly. "Why aren't you completing the job you were given?" Mortis snickers a bit at the comment, biting his tounge lightly as he responds. "Still so mean, Alex? It's not like I'm giving up on the mission. It'll get done. It's not a big deal."
Mortis peered around Alex, looking over at Deo, flashing a big smile. "Don't you worry your head. Wouldn't be the first time I did my 'assignment' late. It won't be the last time either, probably. I'm not mister 'always does his missions perfectly' saint like this guy. Either way, it'll get done. Just when I feel it needs to be done." Alex then sighed loudly. "I'm going to need another drink... or several."
"If I was just going by this guy, I'd say you guys don't have high standards," Asmodeus joked. "Asmodeus. No." Deo couldn't get a good read on this guy. Was he a short fuse? He'd need more time to tell.
"The Cancer Saint... has always been... unique." Mortis couldn't help but chuckle at this comment, loudly as he sarcastically replied. "Oh, are we going to have storytime? Which one do you want to talk about, the one that murdered countless people to the point where the armor forcefully left him, or the one that took on the God of Death and won? Which one is it, Alex. Better yet, what type of Cancer Saint am I?" Alex hits his fist on the counter, and turns to face Mortis. "You? You're a slacker who waits until the last minute to do your job." Mortis gives a small cackle. "It's not fun if the pace is boring. Feeling things out is overrated."
"It does get the job done effectively." Though he might not seem like it, Asmo wasn't stupid. Unless some extremely powerful emotion came over him, he would always use his brain to win a fight, along with a bit of patience.
"Psh, most people do their best work when put up against a wall. It's fun to be pressured." Mortis looked straight at Alex who was staring at him, and gave him a bit of a wink solely done to irritate him as he gets a general over-dramatic tone. "You want to hit me right now, don't you, Alex-saaaaaan? You're so mean... I just came for a drink with one of my 'elder' saints." "I'll never understand you."
Quietly, Deo muttered, "Ihre Persönlichkeit ist wie Sandpapier." (Translation: Your personality is like sandpaper.)
"I'm more of a belt sander being ran over your face." Alex then straight up glared a hole through Mortis after his comment. His annoyance at Mortis almost radiating off him. "... Mortis, stop. Now." Mortis then held up his hands in defense at the glaring, giving a slightly nervous chuckle. "Okay, okay, I know better to not push it or you past the line. I'll just drink. Promise."
Mortis actually was quiet for once, as Alex sighed. "I'm sorry for my ally's behavior. He's... annoying at first... Really really annoying. Sometimes, though, he's actually pretty tolerable."
"Hopefully he behaves himself the rest of the night." Deo pinched between his eyes to help alleviate his headache. "Unfortunately I am cut off for right now," he said, referencing the fact that he's already had way too much. "Heh. Even I couldn't push him that far."
Mortis can't help but get a small smirk for a second, but said nothing. Alex responded, though. "Don't worry, he'll behave... If not, I'll shut him up myself. Understand Mortis?" Mortis's smirk quickly vanished at the statement and he gave a small nod.
"So this underworld. Is it like Hell? I recall Dante describing various forms of ironic torture, including Muhammad constantly split in half from his chin down for creating a schism within Christianity." "Yikes," Asmo said, not familiar with human afterlives. "Is that basically what you saw?"
Root chuckled at the procrastinators actions. The mumbled towards Asmodeus. "I bet that stuffed dog has seen that place. "
"There's some ironic torture there... Some, but not all. It's not hot everywhere in the underworld though, like most depictions of hell." Mortis gave a slight response, giving a small chuckle. "I actually like it there, I even have a summer home. The view's to 'die' for." Alex gave a sigh as he lightly began rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Quit joking around."
