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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[necromants]

[Zvei has gone silent at some point during all of this. He's also gone remarkably still. The wounds in his hands still bleed and he still makes no effort to heal them, despite Fenyx's offered potion.

If there was ever a chance of him choosing a better path, it has long since been crushed. Ivilezlei has done nothing but bring him pain and suffering, and he casts that man's hopes and dreams aside. What matters now isn't the past, it's the future. And in a very short amount of time, he'll be reunited with Seymour. It won't be nearly enough, but anything would be better than what Seymour's just been through.

Riful, Astarion, Manulov, Cerejeira, Ranma, Velvet, Vanity, Luna...

Lebkuchen.

They had no choice but to fight for their lives. And if that had been all it was, maybe his fury would be aimed solidly at Typhon, for putting Seymour in such a position to begin with. Every choice he had made, even the one to play into Typhon's hands was his own - but did Seymour ever have that luxury? Has Seymour ever had that luxury? It's impossible to tell now.

But them? The other survivors? They made their choice as well, and it is not one he can simply forget. He doesn't have the power to make them pay, make them suffer just as much as Seymour has. There's nothing he can do.

Zvei will remember this. If losing Syzi was Ivilezlei's moment to choose a different path, then this is Zvei's - and he is fully embracing everything that made him so hated in the first place.

He'll leave with Fenyx when she's ready; he has no interest in watching any of the others celebrate.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ It would be a mean thing, to gloat.

It isn't really at the forefront of his mind, anyway. As Alex watches with bated breath, looking at Cerejeira of all people choosing to actively hope with rapt attention. The world is a miserable place. But it doesn't have to be. That's what keeps resonating inside him.

It's...sad, still. He liked Seymour. He thought him nice to talk to, insightful. Along with Zvei, he leaned over Alex's dying body and tried to help him. Was that all an act, as he claimed? With how much he said about finding salvation in death, was he just...biding his time?

What could make a person...?

He mulls over it. It doesn't disappear from his mind, even as Aoi reforms around her hairpin, even as he watches with rapt attention as Life wins out over Death just this once.

...It would be a mean thing.

He finds himself glancing at Ivilezlei (at Zvei?) only once. He'll let him leave without comment, without anything.

Except— ] Fenyx. [ He wipes away a tear and clears his throat. ] Are they gonna show up at the same place?

[raiseyoulikea]

Yup. [She's straightening her braces, her wings flush against her back.] Same with the last two. I've got to go and pick them up. Good thing it sounds like Typhon's distracted now.

[She glances in the direction of wherever Zvei is. And blinks her eyes a bit. She's fine, there's a few tears here.]

I'll get them back here in two shakes of Cerberus' tail.

[necromants]

[He's here. Not looking back at any of the others or the cauldron, but waiting for the signal to leave. The earlier tension and energy has left him; he's entirely still.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex squints a little in thought. ]

Let me come too. Quark doesn't know you. He wouldn't just follow, and...I want him to see someone he knows and likes.

[raiseyoulikea]

Aww, of course! Everyone could use a friend around when they die.

[Like Zvei going to see Seymour. Kind of.]

We'll leave immediately!