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letsdeadaland2025-08-16 03:29 pm
letsplayamod) wrote in letsdeadaland2025-08-16 03:29 pm
Wouldn't you like to use more than words?
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.
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.
cw: suicidal ideation
...I'm staying here.
[It's an easy decision to make. It's less so about his feelings on Typhon, and more about Seymour. It doesn't really matter what happens to Typhon, after all.
But then, even as he says it...]
Unless... Where do the... deceased arrive?
[It feels horrible to assume that Seymour will lose, but even what he's seeing now... he's pretty sure Seymour's in the exact position he was in during his own trial. Sometimes, winning is not really your focus at all; dying would be far, far easier. As little as he wants to leave the cauldron, if it will get him closer to Seymour when he arrives, then he'll go. He can't leave Seymour alone any longer.]
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I'm guessing Typhon's forces will find him and bring him to Tartarus. I can... bring him in, then. ]
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Let me come with you. I'll do whatever you ask.
[The rest of that is likely important - killing the God of Death (who isn't him) sounds like a big deal, but he's kind of tunnel-focused on Seymour right now, so uh. It doesn't matter what he has to do, as long as he can be there so Seymour isn't alone anymore.]
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Okay. I'll let you know when we leave.
[...She unhooks a small bottle from her belt. It's corked with a dim red liquid sloshing withing. She sets it on the cauldron, next to Zvei.]
Here. It'll heal those welts.
[And she scurries off to prepare.]
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But then she leaves behind a bottle for him and—
It's such a small, pointless act of kindness when he's been able to heal all the damage he's done to himself this entire time. And yet in this moment, watching Seymour's final moments...]
...Thank you.
[She's already left, of course. Maybe, if he'd met Fenyx just a little earlier, things would be different. Or maybe not. He chose his path a long time ago, after all. One person can't really change someone so much over so small a gesture.
He takes the bottle; Seymour will need it more than he will.]