Off the coast of Alaska, the wild discharges of spiritual energies had awaked an ancient Guardian Spirit – a human soul that the shamans of the north had sacrificed long ago, setting it as a guard at the borders of the spirit world, and charging it with preventing such disturbances from disturbing the realms of the northern gods.
Unfortunately, within the Rho-Field, Senca the Guardian had needed regular infusions of power to remain wakeful – and he had been forgotten for millennia. Senca, the Guardian, groped for focus – and latched onto the mind of recently-deceased drug-addict who’d been obsessed with Mexico. Senca promptly drafted the White Necromancer and his astral Chariot of Death for the trip to Mexico City – and managed to confuse and overawe the inexperienced magician enough to get him to take him there.
Back in New York Zachary was attempting to restrain the kids – and to get a replacement camera and record-books: his had been disintegrated during the battle at the museum. It hadn’t gone well: the kids were obliging, but had far more magic available than children so young really ought to. With Kimai busy attempting to analyze her own genetic structure with the Genocide Data Node in the basement,
Again unfortunately, the Mandate’s last visit to Mexico City had not gone well – and the local military promptly moved in while awaiting the arrival of the Avatars. With the White Necromacer and Yuki thus distracted, With the Chauffeur and the rest of the Mandate busy in New York and Alaska, the only available assistance was Zachary – and a scion of strife with his own personal hostility field was not a lot of help in calming things down. This left Senca on his own – and in his confusion he enacted a ritual to open the gates of the realm of the Northern Gods. Given that it was a realm of the deep sea, he promptly flooded much of Mexico City. Zachary, who had managed to get there after he heard about what was going on, called in a favor from Chronus to get most of the population out of the way, but couldn’t affect anyone whom had already been seen to be injured – which left several thousand casualties.
The White Necromancer and Yuki knew that it probably wouldn’t work, but decided to try summoning the Barque of Ra anyway: in legend a ride in it could restore the dead. They loaded up the various spirits of the newly-dead and set sail – dragging Senca along simply to keep him out of trouble.
They didn’t make it to the hours of the night of the Egyptian underworld. The Red Dragon was pulling at them, most of their passengers were vaguely Christian (with some notions derived from the old Aztec pantheon), and they all had their own ideas.
In the end, they wound up in the Hindu creation myths, adrift in the sea of creation which was being churned into the milk of immortality by the combined efforts of the Gods and Demons using a mountain and the world-serpent for a rope to spin it with. Then the war broke out – and neutrality was just a way to get attacked from both sides.
Souls were recruited to be demons and warriors of the gods, ninja ice cream of creation was made, snakes were assaulted, Senca got into an argument with the Monkey King in the Gardens of the Gods, and there was much confusion before the group managed to break the ship free of the Red Dragon’s powers and escape through Cleopatra, where they managed to get Elizabeth Taylor’s autograph.
Returning to earth with the remainder of their cargo simply got the spirits reincarnated as new infants – about what would have happened to them anyway eventually. Well, it was better than nothing they supposed… Finding orphanages or parents to take them on would have taken a lot longer, but the Chauffeur was finally available again and he’d had lots of experience in finding homes for stray children.