Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

[letsplayamod]

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... Or is it?


You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.

Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.

For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.

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Trial 6 Watch Party

[letsplayamod]

[This, in the Caldron of Delphi? This is fine.]

[necromants]

[Ivilezlei has been watching the cauldron since Fenyx did her thing, and he's still staring at it now. But at Vanity's words he does roll his mismatched eyes; rare for him since so little annoys him in the first place.]

Off to a fantastic start.

[At least the others are actually focused on finding out what happened.]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega’s optics are on Typhon from the start, focusing in on him. He then turns to Ferdinand. ]

IT SEEMS OUR EFFORTS WERE NOT ENTIRELY FOR NAUGHT. HE IS STILL LICKING HIS WOUNDS.

[rockymountaindie]

[ all crowded around like we're in the goddamn computer room or smth- ]

What's he mean by that? Seein'...stuff that wasn't there- was that asshole makin' them hallucinate?

[necromants]

...As an incentive, perhaps? Though I'm not sure how exactly that would work.

[Though it seems to have worked anyway, given that two people are dead.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ oh wait this is a completely different tangent, while they're like, chatting and trying to figure things out- ]


Wait a second.

Where's Lebkuchen?

[atu709]

... If she was dead, I imagine they would be speaking more about her, yet...

[ girl she swears to god ]

[tailoredfate]

[A sharp inhale. A rumble of thunder overhead. But if Alex turns to glance towards Aglaea, nothing about her face seems to betray any feeling.

... Well. Not true. Her expression seems almost too neutral.]

She was fond of Quark. Perhaps all of this was... a bit much for her, and she needed rest.

[If something happened to her... she'd be here, wouldn't she?]

[tripartites]

[ she's quiet at first as she watches, though aoi's absence still strikes like a punch to the gut. more than that, though...

after ranma presents her evidence, sayo's grip on the edge of the cauldron tightens. ]

... Cerejeira, I had better be wrong about this.

[rockymountaindie]

...Sayo. What the fuck're you thinking? Cere, she- she wouldn't.

[tailoredfate]

[Aglaea noticed that pattern too. Even before she came into her own new abilities in this world, that's not the first time she's seen the damage lightning can cause.]

... I hope you are.

[She can't say she can't believe it. Anyone is capable of lashing out, intentionally or not, when pushed to the brink. But Cerejeira... something about her being involved here doesn't feel right.]

[markofnobility]

...her weather powers.

[eeeonetwothree]

YOU ARE WRONG…! CEREJEIRA WOULD…WOULD NEVER-!

[threeapplestall]

[ scooch. scooch. scoooch-

An inconspicuous glass shard wobbles toward the cauldron. Closer... closer...]

Wait, nononononono-

[A little too close. Mortis (and Mutsumi, presumably), who has been missing for several weeks at this point, pops out.]

...................Ehehehe...

Surprise?

[tripartites]

[ well, sayo goes on a wholeass face journey for a moment—surprise, delight, a little bit of anger, then—her expression settles into a warm smile. ]

You certainly took your time, hm? [ yeah, beatrice lets out a brief and quiet cackle, tousling mortis's hair. ]

[tailoredfate]

Mortis.

[... There's something inside that hollowed out point in her chest where her heart once was. It's not... the same as when she saw Lebkuchen last week, but it stirs in that same spot.

Aglaea lets out a slow breath as Mortis pops out, and almost unconsciously, she shifts so that she's standing between her and Zvei.]

... I'm sorry. For not arriving sooner.

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand is looking quite guilty at this]

[rockymountaindie]

[ yeah it doesn't feel great huh ]

[tripartites]

[ well. she winces, taking a breath. ]

[rockymountaindie]

...Wow. I didn't know she had it in her.

[ IS HE PROUD? DESPITE EVERYTHING? MAYBE. ]

[necromants]

[Considering he's been paying extremely close attention to a certain someone this entire trial... Well. This one isn't exactly a surprise to Ivilezlei. Still his expression is mostly hidden by a hand as he's still watching all of this very intently. His labcoat is uh. Doing something?? Yeesh. Looks like the tentacles are thrashing beneath it but not quite freeing themselves so he's probably having a real normal one, don't worry about it.

Anyway, looks like we found our killer...!]

[raiseyoulikea]

[Fenyx has alternated between setting up her own assortment of gear, readying it for what comes next, and nervously pacing around the caldron. Catching glimpses of everything between everyone else's observations.

Then this starts and she's caught off-guard.]

Who... is that...?

[tailoredfate]

[And then, that happened.

Aglaea's mostly been watching the events unfold, the trial and the resulting battle, with a shadow across her ever-neutral expression. But when Lebkuchen appears...]

... Thank the gods.

[She lets out a breath, unusually shaky for someone as composed as she always is. Her shoulders sag slightly, and there's just the faintest, faintest hitch in her voice.

... She still doesn't look entirely pleased, seeing those red shoes, but. The relief is obvious, at least.]

[markofnobility]

[While he pulled himself away from the cauldron to talk to Fenyx, he comes back to watch the fight, cheering when Leb returned like the others.

And staring at Velvet using her wires with a bright blush]

[necromants]

[Zvei has gone silent at some point during all of this. He's also gone remarkably still. The wounds in his hands still bleed and he still makes no effort to heal them, despite Fenyx's offered potion.

If there was ever a chance of him choosing a better path, it has long since been crushed. Ivilezlei has done nothing but bring him pain and suffering, and he casts that man's hopes and dreams aside. What matters now isn't the past, it's the future. And in a very short amount of time, he'll be reunited with Seymour. It won't be nearly enough, but anything would be better than what Seymour's just been through.

Riful, Astarion, Manulov, Cerejeira, Ranma, Velvet, Vanity, Luna...

Lebkuchen.

They had no choice but to fight for their lives. And if that had been all it was, maybe his fury would be aimed solidly at Typhon, for putting Seymour in such a position to begin with. Every choice he had made, even the one to play into Typhon's hands was his own - but did Seymour ever have that luxury? Has Seymour ever had that luxury? It's impossible to tell now.

But them? The other survivors? They made their choice as well, and it is not one he can simply forget. He doesn't have the power to make them pay, make them suffer just as much as Seymour has. There's nothing he can do.

Zvei will remember this. If losing Syzi was Ivilezlei's moment to choose a different path, then this is Zvei's - and he is fully embracing everything that made him so hated in the first place.

He'll leave with Fenyx when she's ready; he has no interest in watching any of the others celebrate.]