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         Ish's classic scowl returned in place the moment that Medusa had stopped looking at him, and he kept his eyes clamped shut as he heard the hissing fade, skimming his blade across the ground until he made contact with the head, making sure he knew where it was before opening his eyes, firmly looking away from the head, just in case. Looking around, as Coralbrain went right for the food before even checking it for anything troublesome, he got a nasty looking smirk on his face as his eyes landed on some bags and rags, striding over to them, grabbing them and returning to where the head rested, covering the head before going to work, sealing it away into a package before standing again, rummaging around the warehouse and returning with a box. He then dumped the head in the box, sealing it and marking it with Coralbrain's name, grinning in a nasty manner as he finished, addressing it for Mount Olympus.

"Wonder how much they'll love this little trick, yea?" Ish promptly sent the box and its nefarious package on its way, standing and brushing his pants off, the scimitar disappearing back into its incognito form. Arms crossed, he glanced at the others as Lucas stuffed his face, mentally counting off in his head before turning to the table. "Well, since our mine canary hasn't keeled over yet, the food might be safe after all. Odd..." He glared at the table, not trusting the fact that the food would be untainted, with such an otherwise cunning trap set up. Some poison that froze up the body would perfect it, but it seemed that Medusa had gone and lost her head, so it wouldn't be prudent to go about giving advice to a corpse.

Still, Ish started pacing, thoughts racing, while Lucas went at the food, the others would most likely get to the food before he would. They had far too much to do, and far too little time to do it in. Find the lost prize, get to it and reclaim it from whatever nasty creatures had it, and get it back before an all out war started. All in the span of no time what so ever. Gods he hated being the sire of a deity some days, far too much involved with it, far too many strings attached. Eventually he would sit down and eat, but it would be a light meal, returning rapidly to his pacing and thinking, occasionally fishing around in his bag and muttering apparent nonsense to himself.