hadriel | Voice | Why can't we seem to keep it together?

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Voice | Why can't we seem to keep it together?

[Jo didn't get sick for two days.

And then it hit and she retreated, only leaving her room when absolutely needed and trying to avoid her housemates so they didn't get sick. (Could grim reapers get sick? Jo didn't want to chance it.)

On her second day of illness, when she feels the worst - well. She starts worrying about Osiris, about Meg, about Lucifer, even if there's a niggling voice in the back of her mind saying they couldn't be here.

Jo has no idea what to do about the Egyptian god, but Meg? She can handle that.

The audio post starts with a cough and sniffles before Jo speaks.]

I need paint. Color isn't important. Rock salt, if anyone's got that. [God, she misses regular stores.]

I can trade food. [She clears her throat as if she might say more, but then the broadcast ends.

She doesn't want to say too much, just in case.]

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Exactly. [Jo sighs.]

Plus some of these things can jump bodies. It's almost useless.

Jump bodies? Like possession? That's not fair.

[She nods.]

No, it's not. Demons don't care about fair.

No, I guess they wouldn't. 'Cause demons.

How can you tell if someone's been possessed?

Behavior changes, cringing when they hear Jesus Christo or that kind of thing. Holy water burns them. Usually, they can't cross hallowed ground or a salt line.

[Salt is versatile. Jo needs more of it.]