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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[whiting]

[Guinevere gives a small nod towards Daniel, an indication that he should do as he said, before coming forward to kneel at Anansi's side, completely unmindful of Hermes. Neither the god nor the demon had taken the time to look him over for wounds, the extent of the damage done. Astaroth wouldn't truly care if the spider died, as long as he got his answers first, and Hermes was probably arrogant enough to think he could fetch Anansi back from his death. But they weren't all held to the same rules, and the underworld Anansi ended up in was unlikely to be the Grecian one. She checks over the trickster's human body, her long white hands moving much like spiders themselves.]

[ecclesiastes]

No one said he has to stop talking while it's done.

[ Daniel has yet to learn to hold his tongue, a quality that likely amuses Astaroth to no end sometimes when it's not directed toward him. He follows Guinevere to get a better look at Anansi's wounds, snakes following him. Then they're directed, wrapping here and there to keep pressure on his wounds, sometimes several snakes over one injury. There's a shift toward his master minder, and a murmur under his breath. ]

I can carry him, if we need to move.

[shams]

[There's thanks coloring Anansi's eyes as the two mortals step closer. The snakes are unfortunate for the spider, though his dislike of them is less than his dislike of the idea that Death will finally catch up with him. Maybe this time the trickster has learnt a lesson or two about thinking other deities are incapable of tricking him.

He looks back to the two deities present and leaves the mortals to defend him from Death.]

There was once a spider who grew tired of his friends and foes alike becoming as apathetic as the many mortals who had started to ignore them. [Here he has to pause, not because of the pain but because there's real discomfort in having snakes wrapped around him. If he didn't know better, the spider would think they were trying to restrain him.]

He had temporarily put down wisdom and when he went to pick it up again found judgement instead. He didn't know his new friend couldn't be trusted to be motivated to the same conclusion. When the spider realized he tried to warn his friends and foes, tried to warn anyone who would listen. [Another pause, a shaky breath in and that same discomfort taking over again until he pushes it back down.] ...I don't know the end to this story, yet. Just that the spider one day hopes to find the wisdom he lost, again, one day.

[miscreantics]

[Hermes listens with sympathy, his eyes only darting to the snakes momentarily. It's not in his nature to trust a Judeo-Christian, even the house of Demons, even if he puts on a smile and treats them as he does everyone else most of the time. Burned once, after all. His eyes are back on Anansi in an instant though, hanging on every word.]

Well I know how it ends. The spider survives, learns from the mistake, doesn't something that stupid again and then goes into hiding for a while until it all blows over. Preferably someplace nice and sunny.

[He moves to get up, ready to carry Anansi on his back wherever they need to get, but he can't. He's beyond exhausted, used more energy than he should have, and he can't seem to get his legs to work properly.] Son of a bitch...

[colubri]

[Of course. Astaroth already knew better than to expect anything in plain terms as soon as the word story came up, so while he isn't pleased about it, he doesn't bother interrupting to ask for clarification. He only notes the information for later, in case anyone from the top decides to grill him after this.

Then the Greek makes an embarrassment of himself. He can't even resist the urge to roll his eyes.]

Honestly, if I'd known I'd have to cart not just one, but two gods out of here, I would've told the cab to stay put... Guinevere, Daniel. [Once again, he trusts they'll not only know what to do but actually do it. In the meantime, he's going to get back to his feet, get out his phone and summon them some mortal means of transport.]

[whiting]

[Anansi's tale isn't anything more than what she'd expected. No great secrets revealed, especially with his telling, but that was the way of this particular spider. She was not Astaroth, and if the demon won't press for more, then she will simply do what's asked of her. She checks the snakes are properly placed, then looks to Daniel.]

It appears we will need to move.

[He could carry Anansi as he'd suggested. She was to be little help in that regard. She had her own strength, but it was not in taking weight on her thin frame. Hermes was going to be the problem, then, though she imagines they could just leave him sitting in the street.]

Are you too fast for your minders to keep up with you?

[It seemed beyond foolish, to be in such a weakened state and leave any assistance they might offer in the dust.]

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[ecclesiastes]

Got it.

[ He's strong, and the snakes won't bite him; he could instruct them not to bite Guinevere, of course, and they would listen, but he preferred to keep them close. It would look odd to whatever mortal driver Astaroth found, though, and he finds himself shrugging out of his coat and draping it over the storyteller before moving to pick him up. ]

If you'll excuse the closeness.

[ Probably better not to move him at all, really, but they didn't have much of a choice. ]

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[ideas]

[ If it weren't for the fact that they were all possibly dying already, and were immortal when they weren't, Cam could about kill Hermes right now. She'd forwarded what the god had done to Renee, quickly apologized to Persephone (the other spirits there kind of freaked her out), and then hightailed it out of Jerusalem with a wheelchair that was sort of essential but was still slowing her down some.

Then there was the problem of finding Hermes. Luckily she's a smart girl; if there were something out in the open, there would be people talking about it, right? So she starts to look where people won't see, and that's how she finds the lot of them. The snakes get a bit of a look from her, but it's as fast as she is, and she's suddenly right behind Hermes, unfolding the wheelchair before moving to help him up. ]

Come on, boss. [ He's her priority over the others, whatever's going on there. ]