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

[markofnobility]

[He sputters a bit in embarrassment, though his smile remains.]

Well, it certainly takes all types, does it not?

[ Aglaea is a beautiful woman, if he was any less devoted he might have blushed even more.]

[tailoredfate]

[Look, Ferdinand isn't exactly her type, but she'd still be flattered!]

It's always when you least expect it that you find the most surprising thing in common with your companions.

[Like she wasn't gonna HIDE it if anyone asked if she'd used her threads for purposes other than battle or surveillance. She just never thought it'd come up while watching All Of That play out.]

[markofnobility]

Indeed, indeed!

[He glances back at the cauldron, and while his face is still pink the excitement over the battle has smoothed to a more innocent adoration.]

Saints... it is so good to see her.

[tailoredfate]

[... It's sweet. Really. Seeing someone so in love. It's one of the most beautiful things out there.

She can't remember the last time someone stirred her heart that way (had it really been when she last heard the ocean's song-?) but she can still understand in some way....]

Seeing someone so important to you still full of life.... it's like the first breath of fresh air after almost drowning.

[markofnobility]

It... really is.

[Then there is Velvet cursing and he wheels back and ooooh no that's a portent and really really bad portent!!]

Shit, what-?!

[And whatever is going on with Aoi's phone is so beyond him he's just gonna focus on bleeding out wife???]

[tailoredfate]

[Oop and thaaaat's some more whiplash, they seem to be doing a lot of this today. One of her hands reaches out to steady him - or prevent him from accidentally diving into the cauldron if he leans any closer - and her voice is back to that even tone.]

The others are right there. She'll get the care she needs.

[markofnobility]

[Probably wise, as his hair is almost brushing the bubbling liquid]

I... I know. It is not her living blood- a backlash from her Oath. Her damned patron punishing her for... for preserving life. Painful, but... not deadly.

[Still, his tears dribble into the cauldron. He would not be needed for the phone and reviving Aoi... he should be there tending to her while the others worked.]

[tailoredfate]

[The grip on his shoulder tightens. She... can understand, really. The relationships aren't the same, of course, but she can still recall that twisting inside of her when she saw Mutsumi bleeding out. Lebkuchen screaming and covered in Ai's blood.

It's... a helplessness, the kind you can't beat with strength or skill or even godly power. Sometimes you can't do anything, and that hurts worse than any physical wound.

She can't... offer comfort, in the way she could with Leb. But she can offer focus.]

Seems we'll be busy, once we find a way to end all of this. What's one more god to topple, once we're all free and whole?