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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[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.]