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!

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[windandrain]

Or you could do the intelligent thing.

[It goes unspoken. Stop.]

It makes the wind cry.

[averybadfeeling]

[... And he has failed. Once again, he has failed.

He only went on the blasted mission to protect her, and this happened in his absence.

... He cannot meet her eyes. He glances away, the sticker falling from his limp fingers to the ground, forgotten. It had been a foolish, idealistic notion. And it had once again led to ruin.]

"... Are Lupin and Helios alright?"

[fleurdesel]

It's worse at night.

[Because it's not just the visions, then. It's the quiet and the dark and everything just sent her back to those sixty seconds or however long it was Apep held her.]

...A few hours, here and there. I've a cot at the clinic in my office. But a whole night? No.

[fleurdesel]

It's this or gin. I'd rather not let this make a drunkard of me.

[That...makes her feel worse, actually. On the one hand she wants to say 'the wind can fuck off' but to a storm goddess? not wise. And not fair.]

I know. I'll...

[thefinaljedi]

I can fix that.

[His voice is steady, unwavering.]

Morichro. If you remember that word.

[folklorist]

[ He remembered things in his sleep. Horrible things that could only be dreams correct? But, no, they weren't. The details were too pronounced the images far too vivid and then there was the pain. It was a soul wrenching, gut twisting pain that went beyond the sharpest and brightest white hot pain anyone could experience. It hurt. He hurt and he was awake in an instant a sharp startled gasp escaping him as green eyes flared open. The black and red taint was gone from them now and no remains of his previous look stuck to his figure. His arms were too sore to use to prop himself up in where ever he lay. It wasn't his home, no, he suspected he won't be sleeping there for a very long while, if ever again. He felt rather sick to even think about speaking to anyone again. Perhaps he could just...go off into seclusion in one of the community housing apartments? He didn't think he deserved that and he really didn't. Had he died? He couldn't remember, he probably deserved it for the monster he had become. He suddenly wished he was dead as his face pales and he bolts upright, ignoring the pain in his joints and rope burns in his skin.

A terrible agony over takes him and he doubles over in pain, sharp deep breathes as he grips the bed in the spare house he did not belong in. God. He really was a monster. He had to leave. He didn't belong here and despite his body's protests, despite his soul's protest, he will do so now. If only it weren't for Saori meditating right at his bedside. ]

[windandrain]

...continue to do it anyway.

[Humans always do.]

It won't stop them, you know.

[fleurdesel]

Lupin's shoulder was dislocated at the least- I don't know the rest of his injuries. [The fact that she cannot rattle off a precise catalog of them is damning.]

Helios is bruised but well, now. He is himself again.

[She scrubs her face with a hand and looks back up to Ben. It's not fair. No one's at fault. This was because of the Malnosso.]

...I hope the mission was a success.

[windandrain]

[At the faintest movement from the mage, Saori's eyes flickered open, staring right at the bruised and beaten man. He was him, it was no worry on that front. It was, however, worrisome that he was moving]

Stay still. You're hurt.

[fleurdesel]

...the force induced coma? [A gross simplification and not at all the proper connotation, but from what very little she can call to mind at the moment, it's the best way she can think to phrase it.]

[averybadfeeling]

[... It was, he supposes. He doesn't answer her. His shame stings, but he looked her in the eye anyway.]

"... And you?"

[fleurdesel]

One week. After that, I throw them out.

[She can be certain of that much. She'll allow herself this crutch for that long, and that long only. The rest can be dealt with as long as she needs- but this indulgence is a hazard to her health.]

Nothing I can do right now will.

[thefinaljedi]

The Dreamless Sleep of the Force.

[He nods]

I will induce it and pull you out. It will be good for you.

[fleurdesel]

Did as I always have in a time of crisis. Stood. Alone. And very nearly died for it.

[windandrain]

One week. If it persists beyond that, I cannot be near you. Nor can we remain close.

[Her tone changes, deeper, and somehow older]

There are ways, old ways, to cope.

[folklorist]

[ Helios winces and cringes at her words. No. No. He had to leave. This wasn't where he was supposed to be now. He had to go and apologize and remove himself from the house. He had to... ]

I-I'm fine. [ It's said a bit breathlessly and with no small amount of pain in his tone of voice. Helios bites back a sob and shakes his head lightly. ] I-I should, should go. I-I'm sorry for, f-for disturbing you. [ A pause as he fights the stinging in his eyes. ]

I'm s-sorry for everything. [ But he really should leave now. He's been enough of a bother to her and everyone else already. ]

[fleurdesel]

...

[She's desperate for sleep. She's gone as long as she can with snatches here and there, a few hours full of horrors of Apep's making. A dreamless sleep would be more than welcome- but where?]

I'll go mad if I keep on like this.

[fleurdesel]

One week. You have my word, Saori.

[After this, she'll limit herself as much as possible. She's almost forty, she should be beyond smoking for stress relief. It's the habit of a younger, weaker woman.]

Meditation?

[windandrain]

[She glares at him]

Silence.

[Her tone is commanding. Aggressive. She will not let him leave yet]

You are in no shape to be going anywhere. And you will not leave that bed till you have answered my questions.

[averybadfeeling]

"I... I am sorry. If I had known..."

[His voice trails off. He cannot finish the sentence. If he had known, he would have, what. Protected her? Like he did on the beach? Like he protected Anakin?]

[windandrain]

Good. They are poison the air. I am a creature of the air. I'll leave you to figure out the details.

[Flatly stated, in that same voice. But at her question, Saori shakes her head]

No. Misogi.

[fleurdesel]

You didn't. There was no way to know. None of us could have prepared for this- but Luke being less avoidant may have helped. He's been running off on missions to avoid coping with Ami's kidnapping and all the rest that causes him stress here-and you went with him instead of trying to get him to cope.

[It's cold, hard, and entirely without venom. A surgeon's voice pointing out the symptoms of the situation.]

[thefinaljedi]

You will. I'm not offering. I'm telling you as your teacher.

[There is a bit of steel underlying his tone. He's angry. Probably at himself]

How long was he not himself?

[fleurdesel]

[That...changes things quickly enough. Her pack for the day, the 'dose' she'd arranged for herself is heavy on the table. Adele spares it a look, hefts it in her hand, and leans back to toss it into the nearest trashcan. Even sleep deprived and running on empty, she makes it. Ten points.]

Misogi? I...do not know the word.

[windandrain]

[She nods approvingly]

Ritual purification. Cleansing the mind, the spirit, and the body. A simple rite, and this is the perfect time of year for it.