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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TEXT | OPEN for all Underworld...ies + minders

[seedbound]

I want your statuses. If you can, make it to myself and Hades.

[ They are theirs to rule over and theirs to look after, and she will do so. ]

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[miscreantics]

You probably don't mean me but it's nice to know that I'm in the group? New York, not going to be doing any ferrying until I can stand again. Someone should still gather up the dead before we have an overflow of ghosts.

[mines]

[ for once he won't be a dick about this. ]

hel is out of commission to take them and...the egyptians might be able to take them. i'll see what we can do, but don't count on anything really substantial happening. and don't you dare send that minder of yours.

[miscreantics]

[Civil? Hermes can do civil. Especially when it's a matter of such grave importance. He's not one of the twelve for nothing.]

Give me some credit here, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Cam's on messenger duty only and Renee isn't allowed to leave my side for a minute.

See you someone can kick the slacker Valkyries into gear. Worst case scenario, make a deal with the horseman. We don't want one disaster turning into eighty.

[mines]

With the shit I've already come out of some of our mouths, I felt the need to make sure you didn't.

Odin might not have the energy to do it, but like I said, I'll see. As for the horsemen, Pest is busy causing areas to be quarantined. Chances are they're as useless as us.

You okay?

[ because yeah, that's a definitely relevant question to ask right now with everything. ]

[miscreantics]

I think it's in everyone's best interest to ignore Ares for now.

And that doesn't sound useless to me. That sounds like the opposite of useless. Find Death and we can all bemoan a christian debt later.

Not really okay, no, but I've got loyal lovely minders to take care of me. How's it holding up on your end? How's everyone doing?

[seedbound]

Of course I meant you. You're important.

Take care of yourself, Hermes.

[miscreantics]

you too. I'm fine, Renee's nursing me back to health. You know how efficient she is.

[seedbound]

She's very good at her job.

She's a technopath, yes? Could she see if there's any security footage?

[miscreantics]

working on it.

ACTION

[hellhounds]

[ He usually doesn't go far and, in this circumstance, physically can't. Beyond the pain that occasionally seizes his body, he finds himself chained by a certain proximity to his masters, unable to wholly recall what he was before he took the body of a young man.

It's debilitating to say the least. He paces, restlessly, by her side. ]

[seedbound]

[ It hurts her, to see him like this -- trapped in a form they made him take, pacing like a dog in a cage when he can't remember that he's ever been a dog. ]

Come here, Cerberus.

[ She wants to soothe, wants to run her fingers through his hair. She'll lie to him if she must, tell him that everything will be okay without actually knowing if it's true. ]

[hellhounds]

[ He may no longer remember the hound he was, but something fundamental to his very existence tells him that when Persephone speaks, he is to listen and to obey. That obedience is at Cerberus' very core and so, it will be the very last thing that leaves him. He stops with his pacing, his hands clenched to white-knuckle fists at both sides, but does not come straight away, afraid that in his anger he will lash out her and hate himself all the more.

When he finally does move to Persephone's side, Cerberus does not sit beside her but, rather, at her feet. He looks up at her with dark blue eyes (blue, a boy's eyes, not black like the hound's). ]

I'm useless here.

[seedbound]

[ More than anything, she wishes that he could take his form back. If they are to suffer like this, he should suffer as he is -- a proud hound, bravest and beautiful. She waits for him to come to her, and when he sits, leans forward (ignoring how much she doesn't want to) in order to slide her fingers through his hair. ]

For the moment, we all are.

[ Blue eyes, beautiful in their own way but wrong. Persephone shuts hers for a moment. ]

Tell me what you remember.

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[mines]

[ he knows more than anything that everyone who's associated with the underworld is hurting right now. they're all gifted with things no one else wants and things that just hurt more than anything else. hades himself doesn't even want to move. if anyone was to take a look at him, you could say his eyes look as dead as his charges. and it's not like he feels any better than them.

this was never supposed to happen and yet here they were, dealing with this. ]

[seedbound]

[ It hurts, but she's forcing herself to ignore it for now. She is a queen and she will act as such, even though she can feel just how much this is changing them. Part of it is her apprentice; Finch can be ruthless, and he likes having status.

Out of all those in the Underworld, however, she is worried for none -- even Cerberus -- as much as she worries for her husband. Once the message has been sent, she goes to him (slowly, as if she might stumble and fall), slowly sinking down into her seat. ]

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[antagonisms]

TO: [ persephone ]

If Puckett and Styx are stable enough to travel, I will bring them to you. Thank you.

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[seedbound]

TO: [ ophelia|styx.a ]

Of course. If not, take care of them.

[ 'Them' only because it's polite -- for the moment, she is far more concerned about Styx than the master. ]

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[antagonisms]

TO: [ persephone ]

and you and yours? how are things where you are?

[seedbound]

They could be worse, but it isn't good.

[triple]

[ oliver will just be around, not too far. and though it doesn't show on his face at all, he's rather worried about persephone. and feeling rather useless that there isn't much he can offer in terms of assistance. nevertheless, ] What would you like me to take care of?

[seedbound]

[ Just like Oliver, Persephone is trying not to let on how much this is draining her. She looks up, giving him a slight smile, though it's tired. ] Just stay close. [ She pauses then. ] Actually, could you brush my hair?

[triple]

[ that he can certainly do. he moves further in, collecting the brush along the way. ] Of course, I'd be happy to.

[ and then he's behind her, removing any clips or things she may have, fingers carding through first. always careful. once he's satisfied any troublesome tangles are out, he begins to brush her hair. silent and focused; not pushing for her to talk but there to listen if she needs to. ]

[seedbound]

Thank you. [ It helps her relax, having someone brush her hair. Hades does it, at times, but he's currently too uncomfortable to move, and Zeus had said to keep her minders close. Finch would resent being asked, and so it's up to Oliver, who at least doesn't mind.

There's a quiet sigh, her head falling forward. ] It helps, having you near. Having those who believe near.

[arenokami]

your underworld is different than ours, but the gate to yomi is open. just so you know