Author: Djibriel and Bloody Mary

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Nefer hadn't really intended to go to the costume party, but, as his few remaining friends had pointed out; he really did need a break.

So he pulled out the shining collar, bracers and belt his mother had sent him from Egypt as souvenirs, wrapped thick linen around his hips and laced up the sandals.

After all, he was proud of his heritage, what was the point in hiding it?

He lined his eyes with kohl, before he set out, ostensibly to enjoy himself with a group of fellow party-goers.

Naturally, the universe felt the need to object to his budding good mood, and after turning from a giggly young woman in a greek costume, he found himself eyeball to abdomen, having inadvendently walked into what felt like a wall of muscle.

Clad in a white shirt and professional looking waiter's outfit. He craned his neck up and fought the urge to groan.

"This time I'm wearing the pants apparently. It lowers my rage." Horus confided, as he watched Nefer twitch.

Nefer covered his face with his hand and mentally counted one to ten before he met the taller man's gaze, trying fervently to ignore the fact that, other than the kilt, the belt, the collar around his neck and the bracers, he was.. well. On display.

"I see that. Let me guess. This is another part time job?" he asked, resignedly.

"This is correct. Canepe?" Horus offered his tray. If Nefer hadn't kept running into him so often, he'd likely not have noticed the malevolent glee in that stony gaze.

Nefer took a deep, calming breath. He would not start a fight he was inevitably going to lose."WHY do I keep running into you when you are on your job?" He took a canape.

"...Maybe you really did sin?" Horus suggested.

Another person, after this many meetings, would have wondered 'Are we meant to be together?' because of the Japanese belief in fate and reincarnation and red strings. Nefer wondered. "Do the gods hate me?"

Horus rumbled patiently,"I have told you before, there are no gods. Merely Warp entities."

"One of which shares your name and has a horrible sense of humor." Nefer sighed.

"I doubt that Horus of your books exists." Horus pointed out, amused in spite of himself.

Somewhere in the Immaterium, a being by the same name laughed.

And then proceeded to screw them over yet again. The screams began, as a youma entered the room.

"And I see we are both right. You provoked my family's god, and now I am suffering the results of your sin. Thanks a lot." Nefer told him flatly as he looked around for cover.

Horus dropped his head, "Please turn around while I change"

"Gladly." Nefer said fervently, turning around and covering his eyes. "There's a large metal lamp you can hit it with over by the stairs."

Horus gave him a measuring look, before he invoked the henshin device.

"My thanks...I hate this part. Cute Kitty Pen, Make Up!"

"...What the fuck?" Nefer did a doubletake, turning around. "Cute WHAT?"

"Don't Look!" Horus said, alarmed. Too late. Nefer got an eyeful that made him want to run away in terror, screaming.

"The damn cats made me say it!" Horus clarified quickly.

"...I know cats are sacred but that's pushing the boundaries of my belief a bit." Nefer said, faintly."Also, sparkly lights and ribbons?"

Horus frowned. "I told you not to look!"

"...The gods exist. I have proof now." Nefer's eyes were distant, his voice faint. "and they are out to get us." he finished gloomily.

"Warp Gods, yes, I suppose." Horus agreed, pleased he was finally getting through to Nefer. Then he went to kill the youma.

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THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE RATED M FOR GORE AND CANNOT BE SHOWN ON TELEVISION AT THIS TIME. PLEASE PAY FOR CABLE.

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Nefer shifted awkwardly. "So. Um. Does the detransformation also have the sparkly shit?"

Horus was les off-balance. "No. Something about the illusory particles coming to gether makes the..light show is the term?"

"Yes." Nefer gave him a surprised look. "You're starting to adjust to this century, I suppose?"

Horus frowned. "It's backwards and low tech, but yes."

Nefer winced, when he saw what made Horus frown. "Miss, please stop groping the behind of the waiter I am conversing with." he asked politely.

She giggled and ran off.

Horus and Nefer shared a look of shared pain at the stupidty of humanity, before Horus regained his control. "Canape?" he offered.

"Why, yes, I think I will." Nefer said, dryly. "You got fired from your last job, didn't you?" he said, resignedly taking the canape.

"Yes." Horus rumbled, gloomily. "Something about repair costs."

"Told you to keep the collateral damage down." Nefer pointed out gently.

"Shut up." Horus told him.

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AN: Flashback to when Horus was still doing 'solo work'