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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[miscreantics]

[Hermes doesn't call in sick. First off it's usually a ploy to get out of something that daddy dearest can see right through, and secondly he quite loves his job. He loves being in control of how anyone gets any news, loves being important, loves being the one people come to when they have no idea what they're doing. This though, this whole mess is more than enough for Hermes to do exactly that.

He had fainted first, falling flat on his face when Renee came by to wake him up. He had gotten up too quickly, not feeling the affect of what had happened until the morning. Now though, melting into his sofa and being waited on, he feels it all too well. Even the wings, on his shoes on the other side of the room, rustle as feebly as he does. This? This sucks. He hates being this useless.]

[ideas]

[ Cam doesn't do slow well. Even before Hermes had gifted her with super speed, she was always full of energy, bouncing back and forth and all around. Now, though, now she feels like she's running in place, even though Hermes has had her racing around and checking up on all sorts of people. She's texted every status to Renee so that Hermes doesn't have to wait for her to return.

So far, no one's dead. That's good, at least. But she may not have had this job for long, but she knows Hermes isn't supposed to be like this. She's almost relieved to keep being sent out so that she doesn't have to see it, but that just makes her upset with herself, so she grabs two bottles of Gatorade and brings them over. ]

[miscreantics]

[There might be nothing Hermes hates more than being stagnant and sluggish, and that's how he is at the moment. He's trying to regain his strength after such a blow, and failing rather miserably at it. When Cam shows up his feet are propped up and he's staring down his shoes, talking to the wings as if that'll do anything.]

Come on, guys, you can do it. We've got to pull ourselves together.

[ideas]

[ Her boss is talking to his shoes. Welp. That's okay, nothing to be alarmed about, just going to take the top off a bottle of Gatorade and set the other one down next to him. ]

Would petting the wings help or do they not like that?

[miscreantics]

[That's the wonderful thing about minders, isn't it? They're true believers, and them walking into the room actually makes the wings twitch with more life. He smiles at her, albeit somewhat weakly, tilting his head in her direction.]

They don't like being touched by anyone but me, no. It's a security policy more than anything.

[He reaches for the Gatorade, then taking a gentle sip.]
Take a break, you have ten minutes before I send you back on the job.

[ideas]

[ True believers, and just about everything she's done today has been done in his name in some way. Sometimes other names are attached, to help whichever deity she's been sent to find, but she's not their minder. She's doing what she can to help Hermes above all the others. ]

Well, stroke them a little from me, okay? You can do it, guys. I believe in you.

[ In more ways than one. There's a nod at the mention of a break, and she takes the chance to sit down on the floor and stretch out her legs. ]

[miscreantics]

[He takes that as a cue to run his fingers along the soft wings, letting them twitch under him.] You hear that boys? Makes Tits McGee proud.

[He sighs though, dropping his head back against the arm of the sofa.]

You'll only have to keep running around for maybe another day? I'm surprised its taken this long for me to recover as is. [Sigh] What's the state of things?

[ideas]

[ They really do look soft. It's too bad she can't pet them -- though she does giggle at 'Tits McGee'. ] Yeah, Tits McGee and the two girls like being proud.

[ Oh-- oh, no, Hermes, don't do that :C ]

Don't worry about me, focus on you. Everyone's pretty much the same so far. Lots of people going to head to London, lots of missing books and movies and video games. They took the latest 'Mummy' movie. I didn't know people even saw that. [ She shakes her head. ] I've been doing what I can for everyone -- for you, too. Lots of doing everything I can think of in your name.

[apreparescuer]

[England has long since been asleep, his investigation of the worst hit chapels and archives done. By early morning, he's made his way to New York City to seek out others. News reports aren't enough. Uriel wants light shed on this mass attack, and to understand himself how widespread it is. There are plenty of reasons for wanting to have a look at things himself. He's investigated every major sight in his own part of the globe. If there is anyone who is trained to see patterns in mass destruction, it's this angel. Counter-terrorism is his job, and that means tracking the source and making a timeline in order to hunt down the soul preying on all of them.

It's a shame he can't use his wings. Commercial aircrafts take precious time away from what feels like a countdown already. Still, Eden would never let him fly. Not in his state.

He, Eden, and Magda had rounded other seraphim within the UK to gather any remaining records of their existence and to safeguard them. A text message might have sufficed, but if he can help with the efforts, he will. They must protect what is left.

There's a message shot off to Hermes' phone an hour before he arrives. It's short and to the point: 1 hour. i'll be there.

Then, three solid knocks on the door. Uriel is leaning against the door frame, still battling cold sweats as his temperature continues to drop, the light and fire seemingly leaving him little by little.]

[miscreantics]

[The last dieties that Hermes expects to show up at his door are the Judeo-Christians. They've never quite gotten along for the most obvious of reasons, and one never really gets over the desecration of a temple or sixty. That had been the last time he felt this gross, actually, now that he thinks about it, and he is thinking about it when he says that the door is open and sees who it is. With a roll of his eyes he leans his head back against the armrest of the sofa.]

If this is one big Judeo-Christian pagan genocide, you probably should have picked a better place to start than with the messenger.

[apreparescuer]

[After letting himself in, Uriel sighs, having known full well the judgement reserved by the pagan deities. However, he does seem put off at the notion that he might slay Hermes.]

I know better than to shoot the messenger. I'm here because I want to know what's happening here, what is being done about it and the best way to do so is to go to the messenger.

[His look is a bit judging, as if to say we don't have time for this.]

[miscreantics]

[we don't have time for this is right, so Hermes just rolls his eyes and sits up the best he can, patting the cushion beside him. He may feel like shit, but he's not going to let his weakness be completely obvious to an angel.]

Alright, sit down, let's have a chat.

Which one are you again? Dancer, prancer, sleepy, dopey?

[apreparescuer]

[He gets no answer for the reindeer question, but he does take a seat across from Hermes.]

I'm willing to share what the angels have been doing. What I want to know is how bad it's been here, and what your house is doing.

[He isn't going to play tough for long. He just wants to establish how this works, even if he is dealing with cold sweats. Lucky Hermes, able to hide his weaknesses. Uriel isn't so lucky, his face pale.]

[ex_repairen274]

[She's still perfectly dressed up and wearing her stilettos, even when she comes back from the kitchen with a glass of water and a pill. Renee sits next to Hermes at the edge of the sofa.]

I have no idea if this will help, but you're still not allowed to complain.

[Concern is evidently present -- she's never seen him like this and didn't even think she ever would -- but showing any semblance of vulnerability in his time of need isn't an option.]

[miscreantics]

[He looks up at Renee from under his arm, a small smile curled up on his lips. There is still blood around his nose from where he broke it, but it's healed by now, taking far longer than it normally would have.]

Look at you, ordering me around like you're Hera herself.

[He takes the glass and the pill though, groaning as he tries to sit up slowly, not quite wanting to risk another dizzy spell.]

But you're so good to me that okay maybe I can get it slide.

[ex_repairen274]

[She arches an eyebrow at the mention of Hera. Not the favorite deity to be in the presence of, even if Renee has proved herself efficient more than once.

Her hand rests against his back, not quite for support as much as it's to show she's there. Just in case his dizziness gets the best of him again.]

I'm always good to you.

[miscreantics]

[Not the favorite deity of most, to be fair, Hermes included. He much prefers the company of mortals like Renee than mother monster herself. What a horrid creature indeed.

He leans against her hand, resting his head back against his shoulder once he's taken the pill and handed the glass back. He gives her a rather loving smile, reactions far slower than normal for him, though average for most. He takes her hand and squeezes it, a sign of his appreciation.] You really are. The rest of them are pissing their pants with jealousy over how amazing you are.

[ex_repairen274]

[Her lips stretch into a smile, warmer than most are allowed to see.]

They better. [Hermes is watched for a moment longer. She then tips her chin and moves to stand up.] Now get some rest. I've got some calls to make.

[miscreantics]

[The moment Renee moves to stand up, Hermes grabs her arm and pulls her back down onto the couch. He drapes a leg over her, just to make it clear that she's not going anywhere.] Nope, not a chance sister.

[iridescentone]

[There was only so much hiding in her room that Iris could handle. And the fact that no one had bothered to check in on her didn't help either. So, the rainbow goddess decided to live up to her promise, to go visit her favorite distraction.

Even her brightest clothing appears dull and drab as she makes her way to where he is... Pausing at his door, she knocks twice, very lightly.]

It's me. Can I come in?

[miscreantics]

[To be fair, Hermes would have gone to check on her, had he been able to. As of right now the best he can do without Renee's help is stay standing, but in order to walk without falling he has to lean on her. Right now he's managed to at least sit up on the couch, but it's all frustrating.

At the sound of Iris' face, Hermes' head turns quickly in the direction of the door, too quickly, and he gets dizzy.]

You'd better get in here.

[iridescentone]

[She understands, and doesn't hold it against him. She's refusing most people's help at the moment regardless. She opens the door, peeking in before slipping through the crack and shutting it behind her.]

I needed out...

[A very small smile, it's about all she can manage right now. Making her way over to the couch, she curls up next to him and props him onto her. Lightly running her fingers through his hair, she just sits there for a moment quietly.]

[miscreantics]

I definitely get that. [He releases a soft sigh when Iris touches his hair, curls up against him, connects with him. It's what he needs after so much solitary confinement, the touch of another immortal. He leans in against her, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy that warmth.]

Well I'm glad you came here. Not seeing anyone's killing me.

[iridescentone]

[She needed the contact as well... And a touch that was warmer than that of her husband's. She's enjoying him leaning into her.]

I'm glad I came too... I couldn't very well leave you alone.

[She smiles and buries her face in his hair, brushing her lips lightly over the top of his head.]

[miscreantics]

Eh, I haven't been alone. Renee's been keeping me company, she just stepped out to get some coffee.