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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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TO: [Fen] [Jor] [Yves] [Jacob] [Sigyn]

fallen down in kitchen, cant move/feel legs. starting to feel v. v. sick. please help

Edited 2012-02-09 06:31 (UTC)

[ Yves' life is more or less whatever Hel makes it to be. He works in her shop, he lives in her apartment and he doesn't mind that — not in the least. As soon as he gets her text, he's flipping the 'OPEN' sign on the shop door and bounding up the back stairs two at a time. When he gets into the apartment the smell is rank (worse than it usually is; worse than he's ever smelled before). Hel's there in the kitchen, right where she said she was and Yves kneels down beside her, his hands not hesitating to touch her to help her sit up if she wants to or to help make her more comfortable if she'd rather stay down.

Even now, slightly panicked, nothing in his expression or voice lifts from its usual, unaffected mein. ]

Hel. What happened?

[Hel's been feeling off all day, since she woke up. Initially she writes it off as after effects of the night before. She didn't drink much, but maybe there was something in them. The bar looked sketchy, anyway.

She can't seem to shake the feeling, no matter what she does. The cold shower and coffee actually seem to make it worse. But she deals with it and tries to put it at the back of her mind.

Then suddenly, as she was making lunch, her legs just stopped working all together.

She hasn't been on the floor for long, but she's been rapidly deteriorating since she hit the deck. She's pale, more like a real dead body than someone who's partially one. Her vision is swimming, and the part of her body she can feel is on fire and sweating profusely. By the time Yves gets to her, she's managed to roll onto her stomach. The tile is cold against her burning skin, it feels so nice.

His touch is almost a relief. It's grounding, lets her know that at least she's not crazy. This is real, as awful as it is.]

I...don't know. [She's not struggling for air, but it's certainly become labor intensive.] I can't...feel anything past...my stomach.

Edited 2012-02-09 08:32 (UTC)