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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.]
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They only apply within these walls.
[ a breath, though. in, out. and... beatrice, or sayo, or whoever this is—in this moment she's not sure, she feels unmoored—catches herself leaning slightly into the contact, as butterflies constitute themselves into a new glass. she pours more of the whiskey. ]
... I... we know that you must have. Thank you.
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[Said lightly, like they're having a perfectly normal, calm conversation over drinks. Maybe she'd advise more caution, or a different route to vent her frustrations if it'd been any of the other convicted, but...
Well. She thinks of who else might have been a victim, if they'd been out that late at night, and she can almost taste the acid on her tongue.]
... At least they had each other. They weren't alone.
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how lovely. how wondrous. it takes two people to create a universe.
sayo drains half of the glass in one pull. ]
... Yes. I suppose they weren't.
[ she gazes into the amber liquid, idly swirling the glass once. ]
Honestly... I'm much more worried about what Zvei's presence may do for everyone's peace of mind, should he join us. Theirs, especially, but... [ she glances askance towards aglaea. ]