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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[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.

[tripartites]

If she were in her right mind? I agree. But...

[ she worries at her thumbnail, watching things unfold. ]

[rockymountaindie]

B-but she'd confess. She wouldn't try to cover it up, she- she was feelin' guilty af- after you, she couldn't cover this up. Not if she knew.

[tripartites]

[ her eyes remain on the trial. she can't make all of the pieces fit, and she has no desire to force them into place, but it's gnawing at her. ]

... What if she doesn't?

[rockymountaindie]

...

[ Oh. ]

Hell. F-fuck, that's...

[ Plausible. ]

[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.]

[tripartites]

[ the words are quiet, as she steps back slightly from the cauldron to stand nearer to aglaea. ]

It's a cruel solution. And... they deserve better than a cruel mystery, don't you think?

[tailoredfate]

[There's a hand on Sayo's shoulder. Just briefly, only long enough for a steadying squeeze. But Aglaea's attention is fully on the cauldron otherwise.]

They all deserve so much better. The ones that still live, the ones that just died, many of us here...

[It's been drawn out far too long. They deserve an ending, solid and final.]

[markofnobility]

...her weather powers.

[tripartites]

... Yes. The lightning impact leaves us with a small list of suspects.

[markofnobility]

The burns near Quark's hand I suspect came from him. I taught him a fire spell for self defense shortly after he managed his first heal.

We purposely did not share that, so if he was attacked it would be surprising. They should check for burns.

[tripartites]

Yes... they should.

[ and... ]

... They're considering the same possibility. Good. [ hopefully... it means ruling it out early. ]

[eeeonetwothree]

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

[tripartites]

[ it's not as if she likes the idea either. icily: ]

Then please, counter with an idea of your own. If you've stopped thinking, then you've given up your seat at the table.

[eeeonetwothree]

SEYMOUR IS CAPABLE OF SIMILAR ELECTRICAL PHENOMENA. PERHAPS HIM...?

[necromants]

[Ivilezlei glances over at that, eyes narrowing and catlike pupils shrinking to pinpricks. But he says nothing, only watching for a long moment before returning his attention to the cauldron.]