And so it begins (Peter, Thomas) (Rating: Slightly ooky)

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Peter just knew it was the damn Templar. Only they would want to cause this kind of mass hysteria. This particular hysteria with bloody rivers and who knew what else. Peter knew that when the Nile ran red, it was the first of the plagues of Egypt. The context, however, was not the same. That had been because the Pharaoh wouldn't set the Jews free. This was just something that was easily recognisible as a religious symbol. Something to prey on people's fears. Besides, Peter couldn't exactly see the Templar releasing frogs on to the streets of London and hoping people prayed...

( Bloody Thursday )

And so it begins (Peter, Thomas) (Rating: Slightly ooky)

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Peter just knew it was the damn Templar. Only they would want to cause this kind of mass hysteria. This particular hysteria with bloody rivers and who knew what else. Peter knew that when the Nile ran red, it was the first of the plagues of Egypt. The context, however, was not the same. That had been because the Pharaoh wouldn't set the Jews free. This was just something that was easily recognisible as a religious symbol. Something to prey on people's fears. Besides, Peter couldn't exactly see the Templar releasing frogs on to the streets of London and hoping people prayed...

( Bloody Thursday )

Worry (Peter, Svetlana, Aly?)

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It was possibly too much for the human brain to fathom how many showers Peter took after being in that place below the Thames. But it was a lot. A lot of showers. Showery goodness, washing away the eeeuuuggghhhhhhh. Finally, regrettably, Peter stepped out from under the stream of water and he toweled himself off. He needed to post and explain to people what had happened. Needed to let them know. But once he'd dressed and stepped into the bedroom, he saw his wife on the bed holding Svetlana...and his plans changed. "Hey..." He said softly, crossing to them. His daughter, Rasputina, was in Svetlana's arms and he kissed the infant's head as he knelt in front of them. "Svetlana. I'm glad to see you, Sweetheart. Do you...need to talk?" The events of the day had unnerved her, and Peter didn't really want Svetlana unnerved. He could love her the way she was now. But he never forgot who she had been...

Worry (Peter, Svetlana, Aly?)

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It was possibly too much for the human brain to fathom how many showers Peter took after being in that place below the Thames. But it was a lot. A lot of showers. Showery goodness, washing away the eeeuuuggghhhhhhh. Finally, regrettably, Peter stepped out from under the stream of water and he toweled himself off. He needed to post and explain to people what had happened. Needed to let them know. But once he'd dressed and stepped into the bedroom, he saw his wife on the bed holding Svetlana...and his plans changed. "Hey..." He said softly, crossing to them. His daughter, Rasputina, was in Svetlana's arms and he kissed the infant's head as he knelt in front of them. "Svetlana. I'm glad to see you, Sweetheart. Do you...need to talk?" The events of the day had unnerved her, and Peter didn't really want Svetlana unnerved. He could love her the way she was now. But he never forgot who she had been...