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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[rockymountaindie]

[ As UHHHH all this happens, Alex is just like oh wow the OTHER healer is ALSO a bastard, huh. ]

...Oh, that fuckin' asshole.

[necromants]

[why do you think we were kinda-sorta dating. hint: it was not because of the healing.

anyway he is keeping his damn mouth shut but uh. the mental state ain't good over here, fam!! deserved after what he put seymour through in his own trial, but like. y'know.

oh and um. this is kind of making him feel personally attacked (for good reason) but. yeah.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ He's perceptive. That's just, you know, always how he is. So, Alex finds himself glancing at Ivilezlei. His hand, his tentacles, his all of it— ]

You figured out what'd happened, hadn't you?

[necromants]

Of course.

[It's angry, for once. Zvei - and Ivilezlei, for that matter - have never truly been angry. Oh sure, the self-hatred was always simmering beneath the surface, but anger? It's unfamiliar and raw and painful, and he hates it almost as much as he hates being so damn empty.]

He's a skilled mage - and any damage that could have been done to him was healed. More than that, his power - no one ever found out what it was.

[It could have been used in any number of ways in this case. Ultimately, it was a vibes guess rather than anything he had concrete evidence for, but he knew the moment they started laying the evidence out. He knew, just as Seymour had known, and he kept quiet, just as Seymour had. And look at all the good it did, with events playing out on an even greater scale than his own stage, destined to end in either the same way or an even worse one.]

Not that it matters now, I suppose.

[You think he will forgive you? Accept your apologies, no matter how heartfelt?

There are things that cannot be undone, and you of all people should understand this.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex has half a mind to punch him again. But he wants to keep his eyes on this. On everything going on. However, he does kind of bite out: ]

Yeah, right when you actually care, it doesn't matter a single fuckin' bit, does it?

[necromants]

[The tentacles writhe again, and it takes a conscious effort to keep them in check. There isn't any point in taking this anger out on anyone else. He knows that. But the thought is so damn tempting anyway.

He deserves this, he reminds himself. Ivilezlei wants to be better, so he has to do better, he has to keep fighting the parts of him that are still Zvei to make that happen—]

...Perhaps you're right.

[It doesn't matter a single fuckin' bit at all.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex lets out a harsh huff and turns his back on Ivilezlei. ]

When he gets thrown here with the rest of us. [ When. Not if. When. Alex can't can't can't entertain the idea that Seymour kills them all— ] He's gonna be your problem. If you actually wanna keep helping, keep him the fuck away from Aoi and Quark.

[necromants]

[Oh, he wants to laugh at that. The absurdity that he of all people could - or would - keep Seymour in check. The idea that Seymour would even accept it is funny enough on its own. And yet somehow, he doesn't find himself in a very humorous mood.]

...Very well.

[He doubts Seymour has any interest in pursuing Aoi or Quark further. Just two people killed because Typhon gave the order and gave him the power to try to eliminate the rest. When - if, please let it be if - he joins them, then Seymour will have to make his own decision on what to do and how to move forward.

If he's smart, he won't bother with trying to better himself.]