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[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

first: good job.

second: don't know if you've noticed by now but your last message made the rounds of the infernal house too. don't know if this was intentional, but once again: good job.

third: still not quite running on full steam, but my faculties have recovered enough for me to make myself useful. not that I'm often one to get my hands dirty, but if ever there was a time to call for it, I guess this would be it. if you have any suggestions on where to point my sword before I copy this message to my infernal fellows, I'm willing to hear it. limited time only, some terms and restrictions may apply, &c &c.

fourth: I know you've been corresponding with my minder. super cute, you two.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

i bear the weight, responsibility, and guilt for what my actions caused.

the second message was obviously not intended for the infernals but they'll have to forgive the unintended spam while i recover from the whole museum being blown sky high while i was in it.

the help is appreciated; as i told magda, look for the major religious and spiritual sites that haven't been hit. now that those behind this are in full force, they'll be taking their larger strikes against us. rome should be protected, or at least a place to watch. depending on what we know of this scale of attack, we need to start deducing where they'd hide. keep our ears to the ground.

daniel is a good man, fallen brother. i may be swift to judge, but i am the first to approach any soul with my open palm.

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

and what a heavy load that must be, heavenly brother.

italia should be lovely this time of year. rome it is.

as for daniel, I offer no comment apart from advising you to drop any pretense of me not knowing what's going on. seriously. it's almost insulting.
but his business (and yours I guess) isn't what's important right now, so I'll drop it. for now.

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[apreparescuer]

[Despite how he's nearly crawling out of the museum's rubble to get to the safety of a nearby cathedral, he still can needle right back.]

TO: [ astaroth ]

pretence? you're seeing things.

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[colubri]

I've been in the deceit game a lot longer than you, buddy. I know what I see when I see it.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

so you aren't feeling so terrible. good news for all! and here i thought all hope was lost.

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

an angel, losing hope? thank the heavens on high that didn't come to pass.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ uriel ]

this man and his followers have a fight ahead of them for that to happen.
if they happen to be in rome, just be yourself.

[There is an implied 'give them hell' here that Uriel won't say, because he's an angel and no angel would. Still, there's something that seems to encourage Astaroth, for once.

Don't expect it to happen again.]

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[colubri]

[Oh, he won't. But he isn't going to forget about it, either.]

to: [ uriel ]

now there's a promise I can keep.

text and ignore my silly typo previously

[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

i'll regret that advice when this is over.
desperate times.

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

there, there.
there's only shame in it if you allow it to rear its ugly head.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

not likely to happen
you'll never let me forget it regardless

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

you know me too, too well.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

centuries later, there is still always that.

[What is it about you and Ramiel that still can spark a little long-since-tarnished brotherly affection? Apparently, the angel who offers the open palm now still has ties from the days before the demonic rule over hell, when he and his brothers were its guardians together.

Apparently, apocalyptic happenings make Uriel a bit sentimental.]

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

perhaps the one thing that truly does surprise me.
I wouldn't think it speaks well for your station to show even such simple mercies to the infernally crowned.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ uriel ]

it doesn't.
neither does it help yours for you to be offering to help put the other fallen back in tartarus.
forgivable, though, don't you think?

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[colubri]

to: [ uriel ]

well it's not like I'm offering to help anyone, explicitly.
really I feel it's more getting a slice of personal revenge.

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[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

your revenge works out in my favour for once.
definitely a one time deal.