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.

Comments

[threeapplestall]

You... could say that! Yes!

[Mortis chuckles awkwardly and does her best to give Beatrice a smile, but... her eyes are locked on Ivilezei. She scooches back toward the security of her shard, just an inch.]

[tripartites]

[ ... she catches that, of course. immediately, her smile vanishes, and she positions herself between ivilezlei and mortis. not to protect him, of course— ]

It's all right. I've guaranteed him all sorts of torture if he moves against us again. We won't let him harm you.

[necromants]

[His mismatched eyes flick to the beepos and Sayo for a brief moment before he returns his attention to the cauldron. He's got nothing to say about any of this, so he'll just focus on the more interesting things happening on the other side.]

[threeapplestall]

...thanks, Bea-chan.

[She still shrinks behind her.]

I tried to be brave, but... it hurt. It hurt a lot.

YOU JERK! [Mortis shakes a fist at him. It's clear, however, that her bravado is entirely false.

You Killed A Fourteen Year-Old Dawg That's Gonna Give Her Some Problems]

...I did my best to make you and everyone else proud, Bea-chan. Just call me Great Detective Mortis-chan!

[necromants]

[sorry what was that?? couldn't hear you over vanity saying some shit that now has his full attention—]

[tripartites]

My, Bea-chan? I've been called Beato and Riiche, but never in a thousand years have I... Well, I suppose I don't mind it. Kyehehe!

[ again, she rests a hand on mortis's shoulder, watching the cauldron. ]

Any theories to share, O great detective?

[threeapplestall]

Mmm... the phone has to be the key, right? It's missing, and I don't think anyone's found it.

If Aoi and Quark killed each other, then the phone wouldn't be missing like that. And we all know that Aoi's phone has special powers.

Maybe Aoi and Quark got into a fight, and the real killer took advantage of that while they were distracted to off both of them and take the phone?