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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[ LOCATION : KO CHANG, THAILAND ]

[acrimonies]

[It had taken her boys a little longer than she would have liked, tracking the man named Payton down, but with the trip across to Russia and onwards she couldn't really blame them. She'd joined with them, at that point, because waiting for a phone call from another continent before she left was only going to waste time.

She's very glad for it now, as she heads down the beach to the cabin Salem had found, both minders nearby in case anything as unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your desire for spilled blood) as running was to occur.

Immaculate still in a close-cut white dress and ridiculously large sunhat, she pulls her sunglasses off with one hand and knocks against the doorframe with the other.]

Room service, honey.

[tome]

[The door opens violently and barely a second after her announcement. Payton stares up at her, looking bored and cranky, bright purple robe over winter clothes and completely messed up hair, most of it covered by sand. There's a bag of doritos in his hand. His mouth still full when he talks.]

I didn't order any sombreros.

[rabblerouse]

[ Doritos, meet floor. Payton, meet Gareth.

Or rather, meet Gareth's fist as he swings it square against Payton's jaw, the brim of Amon's ridiculous hat giving an audible swish as he pushes past and inside. Gareth's done this enough times that he rounds with one hand and catches with the other, the front of Payton's robe caught messily with his free fist as the man threatens to reel out of reach. ]

Lady off the lady's hat, [ he says with a kind of delighted sneer as he drags Payton back into the recesses of the room. ]

[snapt]

[Salem releases one of his obnoxious little laughs and takes his time walking in after Amon, hands tucked in his pockets. He looks around the division with nothing kinder than a bored look. No orders are needed for him to snoop around for any relevant information -- he'll let Gareth have the fun this time.]

[acrimonies]

[Amon walks in behind Gareth, heels clicking on the wooden floor, trusting the boy to deal with their target while she glances around the interior. It's a mess, but then, the man was too, and these things tended to come in pairs. The amount of dorito packets around, though, that wasn't something she could say she'd encountered before.]

You didn't order anything, baby. What you did do, was go and make a huge mess of bullshit that's got a lot of gods beyond pissed. [The anger of gods was a beautiful thing, had her almost fully furled despite the crippling loss of written and digital words.] A lot of less godly people, too. And that's brought me raining down on you.

[She snags the back of a wooden chair, tipping it roughly to knock the pile of dorito packets off of it, then drags it to the centre of the room.]

Gareth, sweetie. Let the man sit down.

[tome]

[spit and pieces of doritos fly from his mouth with the punch, collapsing before he remembers himself and grabs Gareth's arms. Not much he can do without his book, and that's been dropped somewhere he can't reach.]

Nonsense! You can't just barge in to my hideout. [Talking hurts, but that doesn't stop him. He points at Salem--] You! Don't step on my food!

[rabblerouse]

[ Gareth feels a spike of something angry and irritable grind at his insides whenever Amon says his name and, like a dog with rage twisted round his throat like a chokechain, he does what the demon asks him to do. The chair comes to a scraping stop at the middle of the room and Gareth shoves Payton down into it as he winds him with another fist to the gut. ] Have a seat, [ he says, still all jeering smiles.

Payton's got a lot of hair, which Gareth likes, in so much as it gives him something to hold onto, wrenching his head back so as to look up at Amon. There's hate in Gareth's fingertips but he doesn't give it over; he keeps it to himself for now. ] Say hi to the pretty lady.

[snapt]

Shut the fuck up, Gareth. [Salem is kicking the food to clear his path, crouching down to pick up and drop the piles of papers and books lying around. Tolerating his company is one thing; his yapping is another.]

[acrimonies]

[Amon just smiles at the exchange between her minders - or at the way Gareth pulls Payton's hair. Maybe both. It's definitely not at what Payton has to say, but then, she's used to people not realising the depth of the shit they've landed themselves in by attracting her attention.]

We've already barged, honey. Hideout busted. [She pats his cheek, as if sympathetic.] Now, you're going to tell me everything you know about this little scheme.

[No threat to follow it up; just a statement of fact.]

[tome]

[A pitiful sound escapes his throat before he lands on the chair. The alarm in his eyes doesn't represent a man who knows he's in danger, though -- more like someone who will not have his awesome power undignified.]

Scheme! What scheme? Do you know who I am? [He tries to look around, frowning.] Where's Janet? Janet! Get in here!