IC: EVENT

[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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[battlelusts]

[ To be honest, even he's not sure if he'd be able to make good on that threat. Aside from the headache, he feels weak. Drained of his usual godly strength and any and all associated powers and that's just right fucking terrifying. His hand's shaking as he takes the bottle and all but cracks the top off, dumping a handful into his palm.

He starts taking them three or four at a time. Pauses after about eight to spare Abi a glance and a muttered, ] Thanks.

[ And then he finishes off the handful of aspirin and the water, sets the glass on the table before wobbling to his feet, only to collapse again along the length of a nearby couch, an arm draped over his eyes. The picture of melodramatic. ]

Abi, [ he groans ] Abi... I think I'm dying.

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[skullcracking]

You're not dying.

[ to be honest, he's scaring her just a bit more than she'd like to admit. it's easier to just focus on curbing his dramatics than on what's really happening.

someone will fix it. the gods usually manage to get things together, for all their faults. she pokes at his hip, perching on the edge of the couch beside him. ]

Stop being such a baby.

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[battlelusts]

[ It's actually kind of comforting just to hear her say that. Even if he still feels like he's dying. He drops his arm when he feels her weight beside him, swats feebly at her hand. ]

I'm not—

[ He's not being a baby!!! But he doesn't have the energy for useless arguing (a fucking miracle, really) so he just drops that there. There are far more important matters at hand. ]

You read the email?

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[skullcracking]

Oh, you so are.

[ she grabs his hand, squeezes it. a little too tightly, a little too hard, but it's meant to be comforting. abi always just a hair too rough with people. it's an unbreakable trait. ]

Yeah, I read it. The big man's up in arms, isn't he?

[ it means abi's going to have to go to work soon. not that she minds, but she doesn't know if she should leave him. ]

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[battlelusts]

[ That tight squeeze may cause him to wince a bit, and normally he'd berate her for it but right now he doesn't seem to mind. Once she's let up a bit, he even shifts to grip her hand too and squeezes back. The shadow of a familiar smirk on his lips even if his face is a shade or two too pale. ]

Am not.

[ Then he sighs, lowering their hands, still joined. ]

Abso-fucking-lutely, he is. [ Which, even in his weakened state, is a good thing to Ares. It's exciting. He can smell war on the distant air. ] We [ and by 'we' he means Abi, and Teagan ] need to find out...who's behind all this—asap.

Otherwise we don't get dibs on ripping them limb from limb. [ AND WHAT A CRYING SHAME THAT WOULD BE. ]

[skullcracking]

You sure you want in on this? You're not exactly your usual self.

[ she laces her fingers through his, squeezing again, just a hair more gently. she's not worried about breaking him, but the thought occurs to her anyway, and it concerns her. ]

I mean, if you wanna lie low, me and Teagan can handle it.

[ and raise a little hell while they're at it. ]