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 never really liked physical contact. What little he gives usually is because Fiona socialized him into it (before he killed her, because she got in his way). But his memories reveal a different side; the same hesitance, uncertainty, and to some extent, discomfort with touch, but a willingness to learn. It helps that Syzi was incredibly open about such things and exceptionally patient with Ivilezlei.

But truthfully, it wouldn't be fair to say that any of those past experiences are what cause him to cling to tightly to Seymour - it's entirely because of today, of seeing how much he's been struggling on his own and watching him die. Seymour needs the comfort, sure, but it isn't as though it's entirely for the summoner's benefit. Zvei wants the contact just as much.

His arms wind easily around Seymour and the tentacles are quick to follow. Usually he prefers sets of two, typically drawn from his lower back up to the top of his back if he has all six out. Right now, there's only two, but from the sides so he's not lying on any. They are just as sensitive as the rest of him, after all.

He'll remain right here for as long as you need him. May Seymour get some rest after today's horrific events.]

[taintedfayth]

[Some rest... perhaps. Much rest, unlikely, as there is one particularly terrible thing to haunt his dreams now that his mind is piecing itself back together.

But for now, the sensation of being enveloped and embraced is a welcome one, and he'll allow himself to drift off wrapped in Zvei's arms (and tentacles).]

[necromants]

[Yeah, he knows. If there's any mercy for Seymour, he won't have to deal with it right now, but... Well, Zvei's prepared for the worst, just in case. He remains awake, grip still tight on Seymour, but loose enough for him to fight free if he needs the space. Regardless, he wants Seymour to know that he isn't alone.]