She threw back that shiny hair

( When the people are on their way to Bubastis, they go by river, a great number in every boat, men and women together. Some of the women make a noise with rattles, others play flutes all the way, while the rest of the women, and the men, sing and clap their hands. As they travel by river to Bubastis, whenever they come near any other town they bring their boat near the bank; then some of the women do as I have said, while some shout mockery of the women of the town; others dance, and others stand up and lift their skirts. They do this whenever they come alongside any riverside town. But when they have reached Bubastis, they make a festival with great sacrifices, and more wine is drunk at this feast than in the whole year besides. It is customary for men and women (but not children) to assemble there to the number of seven hundred thousand, as the people of the place say. )

Hey, hon. Um, two of my sisters want to come visit, and I want to make sure you're feeling up to it before planning on the "when" and "for how long." What do you think?

Randy's dead. He's actually dead.

Everything is wrong.

OOC: So, in light of Circe bringing in Lani, Bast's mortal daughter, we're doing a slight retcon: Randy is Bast's ex-husband, who stole custody, moved to Canada, kept Lani from the ~truth, and tried to keep mother and daughter separate.

Anybody who's friends with Bast would know that she has a daughter, and would possibly know "Randy" as her asshole ex, though that's entirely up to y'all's discretion. I say they'd know only because Bast talks about her baby girl a lot IRL, although she's never mentioned her on the "god blogs", or whatever. If you're wondering how ~your character fits into this, it's all up to your discretion, although if your character is friends with or has gotten drunk with Bast, it's a good bet that knowing about Lani and Randy is realistic.

Biggest city in the world and it still feels empty.

For most women it would be easy to cry. That cathartic release of emotion would come swiftly and purge the most toxic of the darkness from her soul, opening the door to slow healing. Bast isn't most women.

It comes between sorting through a month of unpaid bills and convincing her boss at the zoo to take her back. A choke. A breath unbreathed, congealing in her new-reformed throat, reaching chilling claws into her warrior's mind. A thousand possibilities flash before her: friends, family, no. She doesn't have the energy for either the cobra's inevitable anger or the look of self-hating disappointment on her son's face.

For a time she walks without purpose or destination, trying only to escape the memory of the Red Lord's grasping hands and cruel whispers. The goddess has no coping mechanisms or ready-made emotional processes for this: she is an Eye of Ra. Never meant to be a victim. The only person she can see now is the one who knows without asking; the father and King who was there when she needed it. She goes to Osiris and takes refuge in the safety of a truer form that cradles her like fur and a mother's embrace. She goes to Isis and Osiris, and almost feels safe.

Coming back to life kind of hurts.

Nevada.

!!

North. We go North.

Ouch. It hurts.

OOC note: around the time that Bast bled out, Amira started acting like she was in pain, and locked herself in her room. O frabjous day.

[Egyptians other than Set and Apep]
I went to see Set last week, to get a feel on how he's actually doing. From what I could tell he's still himself, and the snake has failed in his attempt. Not to say that we're in the clear, but things aren't quite so dire yet.

This waiting is infuriating.

( Osiris )

( Set )

I went to him. He's fine, Osiris. Still reeling from his black-out, and feeling a little more reptilian than usual, but ultimately himself. I could feel it in between the sex of course but let's not talk about that.

He's still worth keeping an eye on, though. It's a delicate, sort of volatile situation- but for now, I'd say the Serpent has failed.

Did anyone else get a little present in the mail tonight? He's hurt someone for this.

We have to find him and rip his still-beating heart from his chest. We will make him regret his very existence as he once did every single night, and this time it will stick for eternity.

For our lord-father, he who came into being as Khepara and who rises as Amun-Ra, for our king and the holy sun shall we hunt him.

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Amira, go to the safe-house. If Maahes' girlfriend agrees to go, then he can take you both together, but I want you safe.

Walking home today, I felt a strange presence breathing down my neck. But however many times I looked over my shoulder, I saw nothing and nobody. No mortal followed me, no man gave me trouble. It's strange, and unsettling.

But nothing, really, in the face of what's still going on at work. Six days on and normalcy has resumed, but we're still mourning the loss of many of our staff. I wish I knew what it was that possessed some of the animals to attack- it was beyond what I expected for such a chthonic and grasping darkness. They went mad, almost full of rage, and even beyond that many of my friends and coworkers were in the middle of feeding and training sessions when the darkness hit.

More than anything, it reminds me of the ever-present need for light.

I'm back, for real this time. All my marbles where they're supposed to be, opposable thumbs and all. With me is the worm who had me trapped, who was draining my power and who would have killed me. She's almost pathetic, a faded thing who presumed to best a god. There's no loyalty any more.

Oh, and Set? Shut up. I can hear you smirking from here.

Back. Finally. Having thumbs is strange.

Maahes, my son? Sister-selves? I would... I miss you. I can hardly remember myself.

There's still a fog on my mind. As if I were still in cat form, and the lesser brain still asserting itself. I wonder if this is what fading feels like, but I feel most of my power returned to me. Most. I will find the one responsible for this. They will be punished. I still feel sick and weakened, like I haven't in decades. I will find her, and crush the- no. But I will find her. I feel dizzy I

I'm wearing borrowed clothes, with five dollars the kids I caught a ride with lent me, on a computer in the library. I have none of my things, and no key to my apartment- if the apartment is even still mine. I can't believe it's April.

I know I'm spamming a tad, but it was necessary. Warning: this is completely unbeta'd, and written while sleep-deprived.

This is set last night, by the way.

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Typing with paws is fucking horrible, dude. This shit is harder than a priest at Toys R Us and this stupid computer has a fucking track-pad so I had to find a mouse and make him plug it in and I have to push it with my FUCKING NOSE because i’m a goddamn CAT.

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I mean, being a cat isn’t that bad, it’s not like i’m not used to it, but i can’t talk, eating part of his plant made me throw up but who the fuck keeps a bird of paradise in new york

I DID tell you not to eat the plant...

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Anubis tried to KILL ME cleaned the smell of the rotting leftovers I got into today off of my fur because apparently judging the dead isn’t enough, he has to make them too. we should feed him to ammit and wouldn’t that be a twist.

Bast is doing well and is currently taking a rest.

Bored, bored, bored.

Someone come visit me at the zoo. Or, I dunno, anything. If you present your ID and a membership card to our frequent visitors club (just print them offline, the security people don't care), you can get in for free today.

Aunt, Mother-mine- I miss you. Gah, I miss everyone. Anyone up for a drink?

And the circle grows! He who is upon his mountain has made himself known.

Anubis, how long have you and I both been living in this city, without ever knowing the other was near?

I saw this at an antique store today. Would it be too egotistical to buy it?