Chaos Plot Reactions!

[thefinaljedi]

Who: Anyone/Everyone affected by Helios' nasty bout of Possession Sickness
What: Picking up the pieces
When: August 11th/12th
Where: Wherever there was bad mojo!
Summary: Apep, an Egyptian god of Chaos, possessed Helios and wrecked havoc. Those involved are going to have to cope with their injuries, mental traumas, and newfound night terrors!
Rating: R, for possible trigger warnings for descriptions of violence and bad language.


Nothing is ever easy for them House 46 folks. Gawddamn!

Comments

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke Skywalker has just returned from his double-header missions, arriving back in the village in the early afternoon of the 11th. When he first sees the absolute wreck that is House 46, Luke...can't help but initially wonder if Lupin had been playing with explosives again.

The minute he steps inside, however, he knows its something ENTIRELY different. A wave of Dark Side energy blasts him the minute he walks in, and his hands immediately have two lightsabers in them. There are traps, sure, but he'd easily evaded them. But something bad had happened here. The waves of dark energy leave the entire building just...unappealing to be in. They'll pass with time, but Luke just cannot stay in this building. Its too dreary, too filled with hate and pain. What...happened here...?


Later that day, Luke can be found around town, mostly sitting in public places and avoiding House 46 in general.]

[averybadfeeling]

[Upon his return, Obi-Wan immediately tracks down Adele, his hard-earned prize tucked in his robes, finally, finally satisfied that he has done something to protect a friend in this village, that it has not all been in vain.

... After this meeting, however, he will be less cheerful. Feel free to encounter him meandering the town, or pop into House 46 to find him brooding over tea.]

[fleurdesel]

[Once everything was squared away, Adele spent a few hours in her home. Checking the locks, checking the property- it was far too quiet and far too empty for her sake of mind. She spent the remainder of the day in the library, the cafe, Cloud Nine- anywhere but home for as long as she could manage.

She's rough and hasn't slept just yet. And won't for as long as possible. Her pattern of library, cafe, and Cloud Nine continue with the odd blip back to the clinic.]

[fleurdesel]

[Ben will find her sitting by the fountain, a book in her lap and a cigarette- a habit she'd dropped months ago but taken back up again, smoking between her lips. She can't drink all day- but this. This helps.]

[windandrain]

[In the aftermath of all of this mess, Saori is largely unphased by the events, at least outwardly. She knows for the sake of the others involved that she cannot let wear her troubles on her sleeve. She was the one they had turned to, after all.

Helios had been placed in a spare room in House 53, and she'd taken to meditating at his bedside, but when he was released she had resumed her normal activities.

As always, her journal is on]

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan smiles when he sees her, pulling the protective sticker from his robes...

... and immediately falters, his face falling.

What has he missed.]

"... Adele?"

[fleurdesel]

[After five mugs of coffee and far too many cigarettes for her own sake of mind Adele makes her way up to the tea house to clear out her system and perhaps find some measure of serenity that she's been sorely lacking since the incident. The flashes aren't as frequent, now; but when they come they still sting. She's managing.

She hopes, at least.

The fact that Luke should be home doesn't register until she sees him sitting in a booth- it's almost a relief. Almost. She doesn't know what he's been told- but there was no way he could miss what had happened in his own home. Adele carries her mug of tea over and slides into the booth across from him, offering a small, forced attempt at a smile.]

Hello.

[thefinaljedi]

Good morning.

[Luke looks up from his tea with a grimace. He'd left when they'd needed him, and she looked like shit]

Warning for violent imagery

[fleurdesel]

[Ben.

Don't look. Don't look- you'll only see something terrible don't look don't look.

Even when she squeezes her eyes shut to avoid it, the shadows in the back of her mind flare up. And she can't block it out. For a moment she's not at the fountain she's

standing off to one side and all but burning. Tattered robes singed and dark with blood, dead eyes and a caved in skull- bits of bone glittering wet and wrong among charred rock and he's still breathing

lost. Adele covers her mouth with a hand and gags, cigarette stubbed out on the stone next to her. She couldn't bear the smell.]

[fleurdesel]

[Good. It was. Good. No strange sidesteps in reality just yet. Only Luke, tea, and this place that's been a safe haven for some time now.]

You've seen the house, then.

[averybadfeeling]

[As soon as she sees him, he can feel the sudden, violent surge of emotions. Pain. Fear. Horror. Sorrow. Loss. Pain. Regret. Pain. Such overwhelming pain, it was a wonder she didn't scream from it.]

"... Adele, what happened?"

[windandrain]

[Saori, for her part, is in a relatively odd mood. Not...horrified or traumatized, but feeling drained. The fight had been rough, and the healing process was going to be harder for nearly everyone involved. So she figured it was time to get started. Adele was easy to identify, the greasy stain of Apep still fresh in the woman's spirit. So, its in the cafe that she takes a seat across from the doctor, clutching a cup of tea]

Good day.

[fleurdesel]

[As soon as it's passed, as soon as she's back here, on the fountain, Ben in front of her- horror gives into rage. The low simmering fury that she's lived with for so long finally fed by something she can't set aside or accept or meditate away.]

Do you want the long version, or the short version.

[Low, rough, and she lights another cigarette. It wasn't real. He wasn't burning.]

[thefinaljedi]

Seen it, felt it, got screamed at about it by Lupin.

[He shakes his head]

What happened?

[averybadfeeling]

"... Tell me as much as you can bear to repeat."

[He takes me a step closer.]

[fleurdesel]

[For a long moment, Adele doesn't look. She braces herself and waits for the inevitable flicker from whatever it was Apep had forced into her mind. When it doesn't come she risks it. Flicks tired, bloodshot eyes up to Saori's and manages a half smile. No cigarette here, not while indoors, but there's a fresh pack on the table next to her.]

Hello Tempête.

[fleurdesel]

He screamed at you? Ch. [She pinches the bridge of her nose and sips her tea.]

Idiot.

...Helios was possessed by a god of chaos.

[windandrain]

[Silently, the goddess took a sip from her teacup, her eyes staring right at the other woman.]

You stink, Del-chan.

[thefinaljedi]

I got that.

[His voice is low]

What happened to you. You look like you met a Gundark in a dark alley.

[fleurdesel]

[She doesn't look up. Focuses on lighting the cigarette and taking that first, scratchy inhale.]

Helios was possessed by a chaos god, somehow. And proceeded to create chaos. Lupin was injured, the house mussed up, and I- [Have been left a fucking mess-] have no way of fixing this.

[fleurdesel]

...I showered this morning- oh.

[The cigarettes. She'd forgotten her old fastidious routine to avoid the stains on her teeth and stench in her clothes. One could smell the smoke on her- but to say she stunk?]

[windandrain]

Yes. Oh.

[She raises an eyebrow]

I don't think you can get rid of the smell with just a shower.

[fleurdesel]

I...[She feels one start to come on and bites her tongue, slams her eyes shut and waits it out. Less of a vision of a grisly death and more a reminder of what lurked in the dark. Things much, much worse than a Gundark. Outwardly she's a tense, ragged, exhausted mess. Inwardly there's a spike of terror that simmers into worn fury once her eyes slip open.]

...I'm not entirely certain how to explain.

[thefinaljedi]

[He opens his mouth to reply, but stops as a feeling of dread washes between them. It hits him. Her mind. That...ugly, noxious patch of darkness.]

You don't have to. You haven't slept in days, have you?

[fleurdesel]

Launder and dry with a charcoal filter, fold my clothes with a sachet of lavender, and never smoke more than three at a time in any one outfit. Always exhale downwind.

[Her rules and habits, old ones, rattled off in favor of proper conversation. It was the cigarettes or alcohol and it is too damn early for her to ask for gin.]