mandalus :: the city of fates.

For those who knew him, Peter Parker has returned home.

[ Helen stops walking down one of the hallways in the Sanctuary and sighs deeply. Her gaze flicks down, but she shakes her head. There is nothing she can do about it. People come and go in Mandalus, just as they did Aliunde. Losing person after person she holds dear is taking its toll on her. Ezio, Kate, Henry, now Peter...


She looks back at the screen of the phone. ]

However, that isn't the only reason I am addressing all of you. The Sanctuary is going to need more helping hands as our situation escalates. We have lost a good number of our staff as time has gone on as well. If anyone could spare some time to help, I am more than happy to supply a room and place to live in return.

[ She then squares her shoulders. ] The same offer goes to anyone who may need a place to stay that isn't the given housing. The Sanctuary has more than enough room for anyone who needs it. Our motto is "Sanctuary For All." No one will be shunned, no matter who or what you may be.

[ There is a brief nod before the feed ends. ]

[ Because spamming the log comm takes work.

Helen still isn't quite sure how she feels about the idea of making a containment for Castiel. She isn't one to keep abnormals in containment unless it is absolutely needed. However, Castiel sees the apparent need for it which means it is her duty as a friend and as the Head of the Sanctuary to comply with the request. With Henry gone, she can only think of one other person to turn to for such a request. As much as she does not want to ask him, he is the only one she feels will not only understand both sides, but see the possible need for it. Especially since he's an abnormal himself.

She knocks on the door to Peter's room, peaking her head in. For anyone else she would look to the center of the room. Peter Parker? Helen tilts her head up to look at the corners of his room. He has a habit of hanging upside down from them. ]

Peter. [ She stands in the doorway, opening the door a bit. ] I don't suppose you have a moment to talk. [ Helen glances around for his discarded suit. No doubt he's been fixing it... again. ]

[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Helen, looking a tad upset. Her emotions are still controlled, but it is obvious to those that know her that something is not quite right. Sitting in her office, her hands are folded on her desk. ]

For those who knew Kate Freelander and Henry Foss, they returned home a few days ago. [ She frowns and glances down at her hands. The sadness passes quickly, returning with a stern expression. ] As such, I would like to know if anyone had business with them. If it is within my power, I help finish any projects they may have started and are incapable of finishing.

[ Her head tilts up. ] Usually I do not request what I am about to. I suppose beggars cannot be choosers. [ Helen frowns. ] Given Kate and Henry's return home, I need some extra hands at the Sanctuary. Anyone who is interested will be offered a room here free of rent. Other details will be worked out in person. No prior knowledge of the Sanctuary is required, given most of you probably have limited information on what it is we do here. If you're interested, a simple text will be fine.

Thank you all in advance.

( [private texts to raven darkholme and peter parker] )

I can say, in a manner of speaking, that dying once is hardly a joy. It wasn't an experience that I wanted to repeat. If anything, this simply proves that there is no certainty in this world for any of us. We need to do whatever we can to protect ourselves and end this bloody war.

Otherwise? I'm afraid things like the tragedy of the Residential District are going to repeat. War is something that should never happen. Unfortunately it does. We ARE at war. I think it's time we all keep that thought in the front of our minds and be prepared at a moments notice.

I hope all of you have made it back safely. Anyone who needs further medical attention is more than welcome to stop by the Sanctuary.

( [private text to Kate Freelander and Henry Foss] )

( [private text to Raven Darkholme] )

( [private text to Dean Winchester] )

( [private text to Sam Winchester] )

( [private text to Ezio Auditore] )

[ Helen had been at the local tea shop in the Residential District for her weekly purchase of tea. She asked Peter to accompany her with some of the other errands she had to do with that day. It would make things easier for all of them, and she could help him with his homework. The feed accidently turns on as Helen bumps into a wall as the ground start shaking. ]

An earthquake? Here?

[ Peter reaches out to take hold of Helen's arm when the ground shakes, blinking a little and then frowning at the ringing in his ears. There was definitely something wrong and he wasn't sure if they were going to be okay. ]

No, it's something worse, Momma Bear. My Spider-Sense is... doing that thing it does. [ He still hadn't decided what it did. Ring? Tingle? Something. ]

[ Helen grabs onto his arm as the rumbling starts. She looks up at the familiar tear in the sky. ]

Oh bloody hell.

[Looking up at the sky, his hand tightened on her arm. There was something bright and blinding in the sky, coming their way.]

Holy crap! Momma Bear move! Run!

[ A second later, Helen is shoving Peter forward and running behind him. ]

Peter, go!

No! No!

[ He was shoved forward, just as one of the buildings started coming down above them. He couldn't just let her die, he wouldn't, he couldn't lose her too. Turning back, he instinctively flicked his wrist, remembering he hadn't bothered to wear any of his suit today, thinking it was too early to need to.

A second too late, he ran for her, trying to tackle her out of the way.

Helen hit the ground hard and fast, her arms instantly going around Peter as the camera shakes. It stills for a moment, then a rumble as part of the wall can be seen coming down. Then the feed cuts. ]