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]

[Well, this is illuminating.]

TO: [ astaroth ]

you really don't know anything, do you?

[colubri]

[In one blazing instant, whatever's left of Astaroth's pride (not to mention a good deal of his anger and frustration) subsumes his reluctance to even be having this conversation in the first place.]

to: [ uriel ]

ok let me tell you what it's been like for me so far ok
minding my own fuckin business doing my own fuckin thing when out of nowhere im knocked on my ass
all the knowledge i had access to, gone
all the secrets i had access to, gone
couldn't talk my way out of a fuckin barfight if i had to, b/c guess what
in case you havent fuckin noticed yet by my side of the conversation, even my silver fuckin tongue is fuckin gone
made a total fuckin embarrassment of myself until the minder got me out of there
and its only gotten fuckin worse
im not putting myself back out there until either a) shit blows over or b) the fuckwits responsible are caught and hanged and ripe for the picking
not to look at any fuckin churches
and sure as hell not for a fuckin angel who cant even say please first!!!

[apreparescuer]

[Uriel shakes his head at the phone. What a child.]

TO: [ astaroth ]

in lieu of your self-induced state of humiliation, some of us are out there at every ground zero
regardless of what we've lost. we all feel this.
ideally, it won't get any worse. i hope your minders are on this for your sake.

oh, a belated apology for my lack of manners. how childish of me.

[It's an honest apology; Uriel won't lie. Still, it has that underhanded needling to it as commentary for that whole bombastic tantrum. He pities Daniel. He really does.]

[colubri]

[He's simmered down somewhat by the time he receives the response, so he isn't about to explode again any time soon. But that doesn't mean he's going to be happy about it.]

to: [ uriel ]

my minders are on things as i need them to be
thank you for your concern
touching, really
and your apology too
good to know your kind are still basically decent for the most part
i guess

[apreparescuer]

TO: [ astaroth ]

you are lucky to have the minders you do

as for 'my kind' ... basic decency is a bit of a prerequisite.

[ecclesiastes]

TO: [ uriel ]

as soon as i can get away from him for a bit, i'm going to check them out myself. snakes are reporting broken windows and crumbled statues, though. it's not sounding good. some of the themed hotels are having problems, too; lights out, etc. three guesses which hotels.

if someone's being thorough, check the hotels. if all the bibles are gone, then we know this isn't someone mortal. not a normal mortal, anyway.

also idk what you just said to him but he looks like he's going to set something on fire. he was talking about how he's a fetishized figure in japan earlier and now he's cuddling with a bunch of rattlesnakes. idek what's going on; please tell me someone has something.

[apreparescuer]

TO: [ daniel ]

you have my thanks, daniel. i'm locked into london at the moment, call to duty as always.
based on the time each site was called in, i'm piecing a timeline together. it's something to track.
if you have any solid hours i can add for the city of sin, it'll give me a frame for where the chase goes.

mortal or not, individual or not, these houses will be on the war path if there's a clear one in site.
i'm considering contacting the greeks, though they won't be so welcoming.
we've got more things gone and destroyed than we know what to do with. the london met has gone mad.

keep your ears to the ground. keep faith.

[ecclesiastes]

TO: [ uriel ]

i'll see what i can do. i don't have any authority around the police here of course, but the snakes might be able to pick something up. news coverage is likely to be low for the sake of not hurting the tourism industry.

if you do contact the greeks, see if they can get something out of caesars palace for you. same with the egyptians and the luxor. they'll probably have better luck in those places than anyone else.

[ And, though technically prayer to Uriel is now a bit of a no-go as far as the church is concerned, a minute later-- ]

You are Uriel the Archangel of Repentance,
You are Uriel the Archangel of Peace,
You are Uriel who holds out the Flame of Love towards all souls,
You are Uriel the Archangel who carries the flame of Love to ignite the heart in service to God.