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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[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. ]