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WHO: Nico di Angelo (iruledeadpeople) and Mazikeen (daughterinexile)
WHERE: In the Lux, presumably.
WHEN: After the ginormous Godzilla log.
WARNINGS: Nothing in particular!
SUMMARY: Nico ends up overextending the hell out of himself during his part of the Godzilla fight; fortunately, Mazikeen is there to scowl at look after him.
FORMAT: Soooomething.
In retrospect, running all that evacuation work might not have been the best idea. He'd had help, or helped others -- the Awesome Force, Mazikeen, even the police force -- but even so, he'd been bone-tired going into the Godzilla fight. If not for Mazikeen's support, his earth-moving powers might have been completely useless.
But he'd had it. And he'd done something. Child of Hades or not, he was still a half-blood. It was in their nature to go forth, go on quests, do great things... whether for good or for evil. If this had been his own world, then surely his father would have been proud. He certainly was. Even as his body protested the power rolling through him, Nico's face had flushed with pride. Not quite as awesome as summoning an undead army with his father and cleaving through hundreds of monsters in the streets of New York, but close. Pretty damn close.
As the last layer of rock and mud coalesced around Godzilla, Nico had pushed just a little harder. A little too far. And a little too quickly for Mazikeen to support him properly. And in that moment, the effects of the past week -- and especially the past hour -- had fallen abruptly into place. He had only a split second of wavery consciousness before he'd collapsed to the ground, darkness pressing in on all sides.
It would be some time before he awakened again. He radiated cold, even while unconscious; his normally olive-toned skin seemed deathly pale. His powers were terribly draining even under the best of conditions. Here, without an active connection to the Underworld (or ANY Underworld) or any nectar or ambrosia to refresh his energy reserves ... he was lucky he wasn't dead. Very lucky. And very, very sleepy.
WHERE: In the Lux, presumably.
WHEN: After the ginormous Godzilla log.
WARNINGS: Nothing in particular!
SUMMARY: Nico ends up overextending the hell out of himself during his part of the Godzilla fight; fortunately, Mazikeen is there to scowl at look after him.
FORMAT: Soooomething.
In retrospect, running all that evacuation work might not have been the best idea. He'd had help, or helped others -- the Awesome Force, Mazikeen, even the police force -- but even so, he'd been bone-tired going into the Godzilla fight. If not for Mazikeen's support, his earth-moving powers might have been completely useless.
But he'd had it. And he'd done something. Child of Hades or not, he was still a half-blood. It was in their nature to go forth, go on quests, do great things... whether for good or for evil. If this had been his own world, then surely his father would have been proud. He certainly was. Even as his body protested the power rolling through him, Nico's face had flushed with pride. Not quite as awesome as summoning an undead army with his father and cleaving through hundreds of monsters in the streets of New York, but close. Pretty damn close.
As the last layer of rock and mud coalesced around Godzilla, Nico had pushed just a little harder. A little too far. And a little too quickly for Mazikeen to support him properly. And in that moment, the effects of the past week -- and especially the past hour -- had fallen abruptly into place. He had only a split second of wavery consciousness before he'd collapsed to the ground, darkness pressing in on all sides.
It would be some time before he awakened again. He radiated cold, even while unconscious; his normally olive-toned skin seemed deathly pale. His powers were terribly draining even under the best of conditions. Here, without an active connection to the Underworld (or ANY Underworld) or any nectar or ambrosia to refresh his energy reserves ... he was lucky he wasn't dead. Very lucky. And very, very sleepy.