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font-size: 12px;">He’d never asked to be a god. In fact, Asclepius had been quite content as a human. Sure, your mother dying and your father cutting you out of the womb only to abandon you in the woods isn’t exactly the best way to start one’s life, but he’d heard worse. He could have been eaten by wolves, but instead he’d been found by Pan. And even despite the man’s distaste for actual fatherhood, he’d still had enough of a heart to not leave an infant to die from the elements. And Pan, in perhaps the smartest move he’s ever made, gave him to Chiron. Asclepius’s true father as far as he was concerned. And Chiron had raised him to become the best healer the world has ever known, using his talents primarily as a physician to wounded soldiers. In the end, he’d even surpassed his father, much to Chiron’s pride and delight.<br/>
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He’d eventually discovered how to bring the dead back to life before Zeus electrocuted him via a lightning bolt. It was not the most pleasant of experiences he’s ever had. The absolute agony of the electricity, and the smell of your own burning flesh… he wouldn’t recommend it. Of course, with hindsight, he understands why the man did it, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. And he would have been content to have let his life end right there. It had been far more fulfilling than most humans, and even some demigods like himself, got.<br/>
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But the humans had other plans for him. It started with the constellation. The one that Zeus had made him into, probably as an apology. He’d done it with Chiron after the centaur had given up his immortality to spare Prometheus, and it had probably felt right to do the same with the centaur’s son. Asclepius can’t complain about the logic. But then the humans began to worship him as one of the gods, and before he knew it, he was… reborn. Similar to himself, and yet entirely foreign to his own mind. The humans had claimed the snake sacred to him for its venom’s medicinal properties, and the symbology of its shedding skin as death and renewal, and thus his body had been left to share traits with the reptile assigned to him. It had taken a lot of getting used to; the left side of his body being decidedly snake-like. But like with all things, he’d adapted eventually. Even with a curse such as this.<br/>
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He’s heading toward Olympus from the nearby woods, to provide Heph with some more pain medication for his leg, when he sees it — his next misfortune to adapt to. What was once the glorious home of the gods was crumbling at an exponential rate, and even from the distance he is at, he can hear screaming. His steps slowed to a stop as he wavers between continuing onward and retreating into the safety of the woods. What is going on there? He’s not unused to war, or chaotic situations in general, but he’d never expected it here. Why would there be a war on Olympus? Have the Titans come back for revenge or something?<br/>
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Even if he’s not one for upfront violence, he’s no coward, and so he advances despite his nerves. He hurries his steps but covers little ground before a sudden light explodes out from Olympus, washing everything around him in heated white.<br/>
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When he opens his eyes again, he feels… different. Wait, is he human again?! He touches his face in his excitement, hoping to find soft skin mirrored on both sides, but is ultimately disappointed when his left hand meets scales once more. So no, he's still the same as he had been. Why does he feel so strange, then?<br/>
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Around him are various other gods, although they don’t look like how he remembers them, even though he can still somehow identify each one he sees. Is he really the only one who didn’t really change? Is he that cursed? That seems unfair. But he shouldn’t be focused on that. He should be focused on figuring out why the hell he and all these other gods appear to be… in Spain? Valencia, specifically, unless his eyes deceive him. And why does everyone look so damn solemn? Clearly, something of great magnitude has happened, and it must have ended poorly somehow. He wants to ask, but he worries it might be inappropriate to do so. Not when so many people look on the verge of tears. He can ask later.<br/>
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He spots Heph making his way toward Dio through the crowd, and decides to start making his own way toward them. They would probably explain things to him, and he still needs to give Heph the medication anyway. When he gets to them, however, everyone seems embroiled in conversation about... removing their powers? What the hell is going on? Before he can ask for an explanation, their powers are indeed removed, and he almost falls into the god beside him in the dizzy spell. When it passes, he can immediately tell it had worked. He can’t feel that warmth that used to buzz in him like a muted version of the lightning bolt that struck him once. So now he’s deformed <i>and</i> powerless. Wonderful. Before he can gripe, however, the group is suddenly moving away in fear. He follows instinctively, and only when he glances back, does he see the cause for concern. A savage human is gaining on them, followed by several more, each seeming to possess the same incredible agility. The foaming at the mouth strikes him as rabies, but this is the most serious case he’s ever seen. And he’d be able to heal none of it if he tried. Damn it.<br/>
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They take shelter in a hotel that Dio points out, and Jase collapses onto the floor against one of the large windows. At this point, night has fallen over the world, and he is completely lost. What happened on Olympus? What has happened to humanity? He worries at his thumbnail as he turns his attention to the stars he can see in the night sky. Centaurus is there, and his shoulders relax in his relief. At least that’s a constant.<br/>
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He takes off his hat, leaning his head against the cool glass of the window. Everyone else appears to be falling asleep, or into fretful silence. Better to get some rest tonight and straighten out this mess in the morning. <i>Dad, I’m not sure what’s going on, but I would appreciate your support here.</i> He watches the stars of his father’s constellation wink at him, and he falls into repose.<br/>
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When he wakes up, it’s to the sound of other people already up and about. He grunts, displeased at the rude awakening, curling in on himself further where he’s propped up against the window. The rising sun warms him, but it does little to affect the chill inside of him. So he hasn’t lost the whole cold-blooded thing, either. Fantastic. At least the cape he has made himself acts as a makeshift blanket in times like this, which helps prevent him from moving into full freezing territory. He is still entirely too sluggish, though.<br/>
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He gets to his feet, easily following that familiar, boisterous voice of Dionysus in search of some form of guidance. Some form of explanation. Fortunately, Hephaestus is also there, and Jase holds out the pill bottle to him silently.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Jase?”</span> Heph questions, taking the bottle with noticeable appreciation. He'd always preferred his real human name, and so he asks all of his friends to use it instead. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”How are you here? You weren’t on Olympus when it all went down, were you?”</span><br/>
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He shrugs, taking a seat in front of the trio. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c1e11e">”Beats me. And speaking of that, anyone care to explain to me what <i>it</i> is?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”A whole bunch of bullshit,”</span> Dionysus says first, goodnaturedly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Olympus was attacked by a chimera. Never seen anything like it. It ripped off Athena’s head, and well, before we all knew it… here we are.”</span><br/>
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He processes this information slowly, giving a long whistle of sympathy. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c1e11e">”That is a whole bunch of bullshit,”</span> he agrees. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c1e11e">”And uh… here? With the humans?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Not sure,”</span> Heph answers. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Seems they’ve fallen into ruin. Maybe a virus, given what we saw. Unfortunately, the only person who might have some explanations isn’t here.”</span> His eyes narrow somewhat, and Jase finds himself shifting under the scrutiny. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Although, honestly I would expect <i>you</i> to know, given your domain.”</span><br/>
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He frowns. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c1e11e">”I hadn’t heard anything about it. But I haven’t been down here in a long time.”</span> Suddenly, Heph's words register more clearly. He inspects the group, and indeed, Hades isn’t here. Nor are many of the people he would have expected if Olympus had been attacked. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c1e11e">”Where is everybody else?”</span> Were they somehow separated? That’s no good if humanity is infected with some mutated rabies virus. Especially when the removal of their powers has left them mortal, and thus vulnerable to infection themselves.<br/>
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Wait. His head whips back toward his friends.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”Where is Pan?”</span> <br/>
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Dio's eyes soften, and Jase has to clench his teeth against the pity. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”No idea. I haven’t heard from him in a while. Last time I checked, he’s been here with the humans for some time.”</span><br/>
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That’s not what he’d wanted to hear. He presses a hand to his mouth, vision blurring as he tries not to focus on the likely possibility that the man is dead. That… That can’t be the case. Surely the virus wouldn’t have been able to affect him while he was still godly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”He’s out there,”</span> he tries to assert. If he’s affected in the same way as the rest of them, then he probably doesn’t have long on his own, however. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”We <i>have</i> to find him,”</span> he stresses.<br/>
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Dio pats his head like he would have when he was a child. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e9fc8c">”We will. We’ll find them all,”</span> he promises, and Jase trusts that flame of determination in his eye.</div><div style="
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