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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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[ He'll take the tray tentatively and shakily with both hands. ] Th-the same can be s-said of me. If-if you need anything please d-don't hesitate to ask.

[ Really after everything he's not sure what would be enough to mend anything right now. ]

[ Helios hunches at each of those situations just a little bit more for every one spoken. Helios shakes his head. ] It's not a-absurd. I-I...was the same way f-for awhile.

[ A hard truth to admit because of the story behind it. But Helios can't help but try to make Adele feel somewhat better about it. It was Apep's fault and he was trying to mend it whatever way he could. ] I-I have something that might h-help you. If, if you want it.

[ He looks at Adele with a bit of a sideways glance and then at his room. After he was attacked by Giles on Halloween he had made the rb that light up the room for himself. Night terrors after something like that were easy to have, especially for him, reopening such old and blatant wounds so quickly and harshly. He had to use it...for a good while. ]

[Her fingers curl in his, it's easy enough to lean against him. Take comfort in the fact that he is here. Home. Hiding something.]

You could explain what it is you just hid in your pocket.

Are you really, dear? What does this involve?

[Sabriel hesitates before answering. The key to making the Charter stone was also the key to breaking it after all...but she could trust Saori with a bit of an explanation.]

My blood. The magic I draw from is known as the Charter, created from five Great Charters in my home world. During the creation my bloodline was born, which means the potential of the Great Charter lives in me. In order to use my magic, I need the Charter stone to act as a foundation, a drawing point.

Ah. A magical infusion within the land. Its similar to what I'm doing, yes.

[Yes, you can trust her, Sabriel]

What is left that you need to do before the ritual? I will help, however I can.

"... Ah. That? It's... not significant at the moment."

[Not technically a lie]

Thank you.

[Taking a step back she gives Helios a small, soft smile. She wouldn't force him to do anything he doesn't want to but she's glad that he knows that she'll help him if he needs it.]

And...say hello to Luminair for me.

[She thought so. Besides, the breaking requires a Necromancer's hand...and as far as she knows, she hasn't met any in Luceti.]

My next infusion should be the last. The process has to be done by myself but I have some friends who are willing to give me some support during the making.

Ben.

[That's all. Just. 'Ben'.]

Good. If you need me, you've but to ask.

[Saori gently puts an encouraging hand on the much younger woman's shoulder]

Can...I ask you for some help with something, Sabriel-san?

I-I think he wants to say hello t-to you now. [ He'll open the door a bit more to let the baby dragon out. A loud happy chirp erupts from Luminair as he practically pounces Sabriel. He'll wag his tail happily and his eyes will swirl with bright blues and greens. He is very happy to see you now pick him up please! Luminair wants scratches and hugs. ]

He's...missed you.

[He meets her gaze for a moment, relents, and finally slips his hand into his pocket, fishing out a small white slip of paper. On the reverse was what appeared to be a temporary tattoo, though all it showed was a black square.

Obi-Wan didn't bother with requesting a fancy design. He didn't see a point.]

"... This... is one of the things I went on the mission for."

...what?

[It's so small a thing, and fairly innocuous. She's never seen something like it before and at the moment cannot guess to it's identity. She leans forward, eyes narrowing at that innocent little square.]

Ben, what is that?

Helios....

[He must not want to worry her. But she's already told him--she wants to worry about him. Because that's what friends do.]

Please tell me. I want to help.

[Alright...she can understand that, for now. Open door she may be, but she knows when to back off.] Alright. Just let me know if you ever feel like talking. The door's always open for a friend. [Doesn't matter that they'd just gotten out of a hairy situation and only just met. They were still friends, right?]

S' hard not to notice the sudden changes. [Watchful, this commander is.

...Still, she's not sure of whether or not she can trust her intently listening ears. A 'reanchoring'? So what, did that mean he'd forgotten entirely about his old world for the duration of that experience, or did he somehow go into it with all of those intact? ...From the sound of his story, it seems like the former was the more likely scenario. And now that she looks back on it, not once has he ever referred to him by rank; now she has the explanation for it.

...Lupin must be mentally kicking himself for having to tell so much. Thieves have a thing for being sneaky like that--it wouldn't surprise her.] Geez, one elephant after the other... Can't say I can wrap my head around this right.

[It wasn't an intensely private experience for him, and it was actually the Shift that he enjoyed the most during his stay. It left him with memories of a life that he could never have, and a deeper respect for Luke. He didn't mind speaking of it--records were in the journals if Shepard ever felt like digging, and the effects lingered among his friends. Sabriel and Aang still referred to him as Red, the Commander's preferred handle.

There were still moments when he wished that both lifetimes were equally valid, and he knew that the Commander felt the same.]

No one expects you to understand. This place is fucking weird, and it really screws with a person's mind. Just, next time? Believe me when I say that I'm the most qualified man for the job. Odds are high that I really am.

[ Helios stops in his retreat. He doesn't look very convincing in that nothing is wrong. He looks tired and pained. He shakes his head and bites his lip, looking down at the floor as he does so. ] I-I hurt you and-and everyone else. Y-You sh-shouldn't have to, or-or want to, help me.

[She doesn't know when she'd started to think of Sabriel this way. As a young woman that needed a little guidance, affection, and minding. Thinking of her in much the same way she thought of little Fleur. It's different all the same, but similar enough for Adele to put a name to the pattern of behavior she has around Sabriel. Maternal. And it's a strange thought to have but it does fit.

At the moment she's not entirely certain she's comfortable with the label. So she sets it aside and pats the chair and starts looking for scissors. They should be in one of the drawers.]

Time is something we have in abundance here, true. But I think whenever we've a proper salon in the village you ought to get it cut into a proper bob. It'd be a drastic change from the length you had before but I think it would look quite elegant on you.

"In addition to the standard reward of an item from home, there are a small selection of devices and rewards the Malnosso provide themselves in return for missions. One of them is this, a small applicable patch. It is meant to render the device on the back of one's neck inert, making it impossible for the droids to automatically track our location. To prevent kidnappings."

[He is rather pointedly not focusing on it or her.]

I...thank you Shepard. I do appreciate the offer. I'm still trying o understand exactly what happened- not being able to rationalize things makes me...bitchy.

[A shrug and half smile. She's being friendly. Really.]

This....

[She stares down at that little square of black ink. Protection from the droids.]

This is the concern of your own. The motivation you had for going on the mission with Luke.

[Her eyes flick back up to Ben's face, wide with incredulity. Something that was fairly irregular, that happened but the once in all her time here, and that is what he sought to earn with his points. Why he sought the points to begin with.

It could be arrogance to think he intends it for her. But he'd held it, dropped it. Hid it. Who else could he mean to give it to?]

Ben-

[Low rough- a thought that is never voiced because she's no longer here. She's twisting bloody hands in familiar brown fabric, trying to close a ragged wound and failing. His breath gurgles, broken fingers twitch, wrenched limbs locked up and convulsing- broken. Shattered against black rock and she can't put it back together again, can't put his eyes back in his skull and make him look at her and-

She jerks forward with a low gasp, eyes slamming shut, forehead pressed to his shoulder. Swallowing back bile and trying to breathe through the rest of what she saw. Felt. Held in her hands and failed to mend.

Trembling still she reaches out to rest her hands against his ribs, his shoulders and chest, over every inch that had been rent asunder. Whole. Not torn. Not broken and wrenched open like a melon. Just to confirm it for herself. One hand slides up to cup the back of his skull. Round as it should be. Not dented and wrong from a fall. Gently, so very gently turns his head so she could look up into eyes that were exactly where they needed to be. And wept.]

"... I had intended-"

[What he was about to say was cut off by a sudden and overwhelming surge of that same pain and heartache from before, and he braces himself to catch her almost as she falls, his arms folding around her shoulders again in protection as the pain wracks her mind. After a moment, it finally subsides, and he simply looks on, concerned, as she tearfully feels over his torso as if looking for something broken. He doesn't resist when she tries to meet his eyes.

Her darkest fears. Heartache, pain... and a sudden need to assure herself that he was in one piece.

... She had seen him... hurt? Tortured? Killed? Was it only him, or all of her friends and loved ones?

Was it when she saw them, or at random? He can scarcely comprehend the level of hatred and vicious cruelty that would drive one to inflict such visions. At this moment, he isn't concerned with it. Though he hasn't done it for months, except in his faded memories of Levarre, he still finds it almost instinctively easy to gently brush her consciousness with his own, attempting once again to calm her mind and soothe the lingering pains.]

[He's whole. He's safe. He's fine. None of it was real- none of it was ever real and she knew this, but that had been too vivid. Too painful. She'd thought they'd been getting better, lighter, and she's no way of predicting what it is she'll see or how bad it will be until the images have come and gone. She'd give anything for a way to keep it from happening. A way to explain.

All she can do is press her face into Ben's shoulder and cling to him, mind a ragged, weary mess of images she can't keep from him entirely. Memories of what she's seen. Luke. Lupin. Helios. Sabriel. Ben. Gambit and Grune and Doyle and even Stark- twisted. Mangled. Broken. All knotted up and tangled in silence and shadow and the sensation of being deathly cold.

She's terrified, furious, exhausted and strung far too tight for rest.

All she wants is her peace of mind back because like this? She's useless. And Adele knows it.]

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