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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.
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... he also notably isn't contributing much to any of this.]
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Hey. Dickwad. You gonna report back to Daddy Typhon on all this?
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... I will not.
[He doesn't care anymore, and certainly not about that.]
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Yeah? And I s'ppose we just have to take your word for it, huh? Not down to do his dirty work anymore?
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[He frowns, because he hates admitting to it, especially in a situation where everyone hates him!]
... my magic is... quite weak right now.
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...If any of that changed. Would you stab us in the back again? 'Cause if that's the case, you gotta go somewhere else. I'm not looking to kick you while you're down. But I also ain't letting Mr. You're All Better Off Dead fuck this up for us.
cw: suicidal ideation
... and then he does, but there's no amusement in it. It's the sort of laugh that's like a cord about to snap.]
... to what end, when we are not even allowed to die?
[And boy, does he actually look kind of miserable about that fact.]
cw: mentioned suicidal ideation
Fuck you.
[ He's not going to acknowledge it. He's not going to spend this time planning trying to shake what is clearly a very set worldview, particularly considering he's been wondering about just how much Seymour tried to save him, all those weeks ago.
Seymour wants to die. That doesn't mean the rest of them do. Or did. ]
Fine. Mope as much as you want. If you're not gonna stand against us... That's all I wanted to know.
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[It probably doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of things. He doesn't care to help, but that doesn't mean he cares to harm, either.
He simply... doesn't care.]
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...He is totally reaching for Seymour's hand beneath the table during that conversation with Alex, though. At least he's keeping his thoughts to himself.]
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The way his hand is trembling as he squeezes back says enough.]
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He squeezes Seymour's hand tightly instead; a silent reminder that at the very least, he isn't alone anymore.]