Pearl's Plot House ~ Open

-- Anubis' Successors 
--Ira Edan-Kilborne, Arlo Kilborne

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Ira listens attentively to what Thana says- she's rather recalcitrant but at least she's willing to open up a bit! He can work with that. She's just a different kind of stoic than his beloved brother, whom he already has a head-start with because they're family. Arlo doesn't seem to know what to do with him and Ira seizes upon that. He speaks when he feels that he needs to so Ira simply created situations in which he needed to and doggedly followed him on his morning routines and community work until he wore him down. Arlo is very easy to wear down. Thana requires different methods. Especially if she's both inwardly and outwardly prickly- she has a reason to be, but it's a rather boring reason. He'd absolutely love to wield the power that she has! And he really really wants to know more. How can she apply it in the trials ahead? What does she desire beyond that? And how exactly is she meant to mitigate her overpowered-ness? Perhaps they'll be facing an army of the undead, but he suspects the four of them really won't have any trouble with that, haha~
He runs fingers along his absent smile, considering. With such an absolute and singular power, she's bound to have some unrealized weak points. Just a thought! These other two may be rivals but he's never really considered targeting his brother at all. He loves him too much~!
Ira shoots Arlo an affectionate glance and is met with a mildly disgusted look.
'I love you too <3'

He's distracted from this line of thought when Thana brings her short introduction to a close- and reveals magnificent ebony wings. They're similar to a crow's by the spread and sheen of the feathers- And she's stolen his moonbeam, but he doesn't mind. Ira has always thought that Thana was pretty, even with her near constant frowns, but now he openly shows his admiration by flitting from one side to another in an effort to inspect them more closely without entering her personal space. "Ah, that's amazing! You've always been beautiful and your wings really suit you~! Hm, I suppose they must be cumbersome? But I'm sure we can help with that! And hopefully you'll be able to fold them more comfortably in the future! Perhaps there won't be as many humans where we're going~" Wherever they're going...But Ira doesn't mind! It still promises to be fun regardless~

Arlo's attention returns to the clearing before him. It'd never truly left, but he was content to let his brother perform while they were relatively safe. Ira's sudden...existence had greatly upended his life yet he's been gripped with the vague notion that he needs to watch him or he'd disappear again. He's of the opinion that it's internalized trauma from their violent separation. What a pain. It's fortunate that he left his therapist in Egypt- Ira randomly sends moon-eyes his way and Arlo reflexively wrinkles his nose. His brother is undeterred, but he's once again left to his own thoughts when Ira switches to fawning over the girl. She can't control either of her gifts? What use is she, then? Her reserve will likely only slow them down. Though, perhaps Thanatos has made her this way for a reason. Could it be some kind of hero's journey nonsense? She should ask. But then again, the others seem to indicate that their relationship with their patrons are vastly different from his. Anubis doesn't really know how to interact with him, and so simply gives him whatever he asks for. Still, they should throw their weight around more. They are the successors with Thanatos and Pluto's powers waning. They should have more agency than this. Tsk.
Perhaps it's better that Ira is working his angle. They need more discipline and as fickle as his brother likes to present himself, Ira has a lot of it. He can be trusted, in some ways. Once he's been muzzled.

Ira successfully keeps any further thoughts from his face, even as he notes the obvious reluctance the others have in opening up about themselves and their gods. He can empathize with them; they alone had to carry this burden while he has Arlo and their mother- and Arlo never cared about being alone. He'd never had to bottle it all up and it must be uncomfortable to try and give voice to something that has always been buried. He doesn't frown but finds his lips twitching into a mild smile. It's a habit now, Ira can't shift into a neutral expression for long because he's always been smiling in an effort to project that he's okay. Cato has quite a bit to say and Ira appreciates him all the more for it, watching intently and humming to show that he was listening. His body language is all off, just like Thana's, but that's okay. Maybe they can grow into themselves now that they aren't alone. That's a cheering thought!

"No, no!" Ira's grin can widen now as he waves his hands at Cato's uncertain inquiry. "That's great! It's just as I asked! Your cap is awesome! Are you invisible to spirits too?"
"Now I have to respond in turn, right?" He hums and places a hand on his hip, going over what he knows about himself so far. "Well, first Anubis visits us in dreams and only speaks when he has to, but will give good advice when we ask. He's always very busy but he takes breaks when he can to teach us more about our powers and our roles. That's why Sekhen's so regal~ He's already prepared to rule the afterlife." He grins mischievously when Arlo raises a hand to cover what might be a blush. Arlo isn't as starved for praise as Ira but he still doesn't know what to do with sincere compliments. He can barely meet Anubis' eyes sometimes and Ira takes advantage of that weakness with absolute relish whenever possible.

"Ah, so! I mentioned that I'm an executioner, right? I'm Sekhen's guardian and the guardian of the dead. As such, I can do this-!" He points to the top of his head, from which sprout large canine ears that fade into a dusky green. They're likewise adorned with the same gold piercings that had been in his human ears. "And that-" A lengthy tail swishes into being, bearing the same sickly sheen. "They give me more strength and speed and what not. That's all I can do for now! But I'm supposed to become a giant jackal who can eat the living and the dead alike." He curls his fingers into paws and mouths a 'roar'. "I also have a crook for offense as a human, but Khen's holding it for me." He whirls on his heel and points to the hairpiece entwined with the dark hair on the left side of his brother's head; a braid of gold and lapis lazuli from which sprouts a spray of golden feathers. "My crook and his flail are connected unless we separate them." Ira completes this with jazz hands. "The hidden magic only twins know~"

And because Arlo has yet to indicate that he's going to open his mouth, "Sekhen hasn't really told me what he does, exactly, but I know that he's kind of like an exorcist. I know he eases the passing of the dead and can stop people from dying immediately, I think?" Arlo gives no indication as to whether or not this is correct.
"And he's a judge, too! Khen, do the thing!"

This, he will not let go, so Arlo responds in a drawl, "There is no one here to judge."

"Ah, well. He'll show you eventually! Now we've got that out of the way-" Ira taps his foot thoughtfully and checks his palm as if something is written there. "Are we just meant to make friends for tonight? If so, I know a great place for us to have late dinner, or dessert!"