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letsdeadaland2025-07-19 03:48 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsdeadaland2025-07-19 03:48 am
Your past is always close behind
[The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to.
Welcome to Tartarus.
Here, you are stranded. Lone platforms of unearthly stone float amidst a sea of stars and galaxies. None of it is familiar, some of the constellations are even in shapes of Typhon or a few gods you haven't met. Even stranger, occasionally, you might hear a voice that could be your own. Voicing a fear. A disgust. A regret.
Looks like this is a prison after all. But it's also... calm here. Maybe you can breathe, for now.]
[In Tartarus, the 'dead' have been revived, healed of injuries, and imprisoned. You don't need to eat or drink here. You still have all of your abilities and god powers, as well.]
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to.
Welcome to Tartarus.
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Here, you are stranded. Lone platforms of unearthly stone float amidst a sea of stars and galaxies. None of it is familiar, some of the constellations are even in shapes of Typhon or a few gods you haven't met. Even stranger, occasionally, you might hear a voice that could be your own. Voicing a fear. A disgust. A regret.
Looks like this is a prison after all. But it's also... calm here. Maybe you can breathe, for now.]
[In Tartarus, the 'dead' have been revived, healed of injuries, and imprisoned. You don't need to eat or drink here. You still have all of your abilities and god powers, as well.]
Week 4
???
...--are not yielding. Time and again, you have failed even to--
How dare you speak of my efforts in vain! I have only begun to rain havoc upon them! They shall see--
[It's Typhon. Typhon and... A voice you do not recognize.]
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It's the other one. The- what's it mean, he's failed? Everyone keeps goin' along with him, but that's...that's not the goal?
[ alex is honestly just going to talk to himself about this- is the voice like... can he tell if it's masculine, feminine, young, old, what, anything else he can get? ]
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Maybe they mean no one has actually gotten away with it? Maybe if they do he can strike them down…
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They are key to my plan, Typhon. Remember that. Or you will pay.
Hm... They are in my labyrinth. MINE to do with as I please... We will see...
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Who the fuck...
[ If he focuses on this, he will not focus on that wording, that they are his. He won't start to spiral in anxiety, anticipating everything to go dark and cold and empty again. ]
...He can't do everything he wants with us. It is all hot air- or, or some of it's...
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She calmly, too calmly, reaches into a hole in her stomach and removes a blade, a dagger that no one ever found on her. The blade is frosted over by ice, which melts to simple condensation as she stares at it. Looks at her reflection.
She laughs. The laughs turn to screams. The screams to sobs.
So long as her story lives on, Snow White will never truly die. ]
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He walks slowly, like weights drag his feet. He could just let her cry. Keep his distance.
But that's not the kind of person he is.
Alex stops a few feet away from her. He... Well, he tries to wait for her sobs to calm, but...they won't, will they? ]
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... Alex. I wouldn't take you for the sort of man who would end up in the same place as me.
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[ A chill runs through him. Nothing's watching him right now. Nothing is here. It isn't here. It's not— ]
But I think everything works a little differently here.
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hesitantly, with something in the shape of hope, if not its countenance: ]
... Little bird~?
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But not just yet.]