Who: Sekhmet, Bast, Osiris Where: Duat When: Monday night What: Sekhmet is dead, and Bast and Osiris are...displeased with Set.
He and Bast had been exploring the ruins of one of the cities, empty of both humans and demons, when Osiris felt it. It was like an explosion in his mind, his ever-present awareness of the Sunbarge and the river suddenly flooded with a bright, raging red light. It was instantly recognizable, and did not bode well for the situation on the surface. Osiris looked up, only to find Bast's lips drawn back in a snarl, her eyes golden and cat-like.
Aloud, they both said, "Sekhmet."
Bast's body rippled, melting into the long, muscular form of a lioness before Osiris' eyes. He hadn't even known she could still do that, but he was only mildly startled when he heard her voice inside his head.
"Get on. We're going to the river."
Riding a running, furious lioness across uneven ground was actually extremely difficult, and it didn't give Osiris a chance to do much else besides hold on for dear life. Around him, the grass trembled with his anger and worry, the wind swirling around them as Bast ran. Sekhmet was dead. It seemed impossible to wrap his mind around. Bast hadn't been a goddess of war for a long time, but Sekhmet...Sekhmet should have been untouchable.
The river was churning, water agitated and swirling as they reached it. Osiris slid off of Bast's back, listening to the pop of bone and the slide of fur as she changed back to her half-cat, half-human form. He stepped forward onto the bank, concentrating on the huge rocks that lay at the bottom of the river bed. It was child's play to dislodge one of them and bring it floating to the surface, the top of it worn completely smooth by countless millenia.
"Get on," Osiris said, stepping carefully onto the rock and sitting down. "And hold on."
It was a tight fit, the rock just barely big enough to hold both himself and Bast. But it would hold them, and that was all Osiris cared about. A stream of water moving eye-wateringly fast against the current of the rest of the river carried them towards the temple, while the wind at their backs pushed them on. They reached the temple in record time, the dock coming into view out of the mists. Sekhmet and the Sunbarge hadn't arrived yet, which was probably for the best.
Osiris and Bast stepped off the rock, and he sent it sinking back into the riverbed as they waited.