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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[letsplayamod]

[Down, down, Omega falls, ensnared in the hands of the Titan of monsters. He's still showing some heavy wounds from the onslaught Omega lead upon him, but that only seems to have made the mania in his many eyes worse.]

Graah! You have been pitiful little thorns under foot for far too long! I do not care what must be done at this point; the world is mine! I will find those mortals that fled from my ravenous hunger, and consume them to regain all of my strength!

But first...

[He raises Omega up, almost tenderly, to the height of Typhon's massive jaws.]

Take heart, little automaton. You shall be the first on my road to a brand new world-- GAAAH!!

[But it's not to be. Just as Typhon seemed to be squaring up to take a bite, a bolt of pure energy strikes the side of his face. Reeling back, temporarily blinded, his grip starts to loosen. Providing ample opportunity...]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega...does not resist. He simply hangs in the Titan of Monsters' grip, like a dangling trifle, a morsel.

The proud machine, once so resilient and defiant, has given up.

He welcomes this end, and pays no heed to whatever has struck Typhon's face for now. This is what he deserves for failing his best friend and the others. For failing her. ]

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[raiseyoulikea]

[...For a hero to swoop in on magic wings.]

No snacking for you, Typhon! You're on a diet!

[A young woman, clad in armor of lightning bolts, with the reddest hair and eyes of golden thread has swooped in with bow and arrow, letting loose a salvo into the Titan's face. This is what gets him to fully release Omega.]

Cursed goddess! Still you hound me?!

Sorry, but I have no time to chat. Okay, smaller-than-me-but-still-Big-Guy! I've got-- Whoa! Okay! Okay! Okay--

[While Typhon roads, tumbling back and away into the void. She reaches out with her hands. Ropes of energy extend from the woman's arms. Grabbing onto Omega with some powerful grip strength... and dragging her down with him for the moment. Fortunately, she can save it, and pulls Omega into a controlled descent to the old Tartarus platform...

Where Ferdinand is being shoved out of an open portal. Alive and whole, and missing most of the wounds he'd accrued over the prior night. Right on time for Omega to safely touch down beside him. And for the winged woman to hop, skip, and lunge into a touchdown.]

Phew! Gave the gauntlets of Herakles a run for their money. [She brushes off her forearms, where golden gauntlets sit.] Are you both alright? ...Physically, if not emotionally. But I'm hoping it's both.

< Odysseus what /s >

[eeeonetwothree]

WHAT-?

[ He's not Typhon food? Why isn't he Typhon food? And who exactly is this?!

And...what happened to all the damage that he suffered?! And Ferdinand's blood, for that matter?! ]

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME? WHO ARE YOU? WHY AM I NOT FACING OBLIVION?

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand comes out reeling, stumbling around]

Whawhawhat? Who?

[He raises his fists like he's gonna fist fight the bird lady]

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[raiseyoulikea]

Oooh, this is your first time dying, isn't it? Like Er or Alcestis who was saved when Apollo--

[There's a great roaring from above. The woman goes blank.]

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[raiseyoulikea]

Right, stories can be later!

[She waves her hands, and a portal opens up before you. Different from the veins of Tartarus, this one glows gold.]

It's very safe, I promise! Now, in, in, in! Quick! I'll explain later!

[On the other side is... the actual area of this post. A bastion of junk, and also all of your dead friends.]

[markofnobility]

O...kay?

[he hops in cuz like, wtf he can't die more!]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega...stays rooted to that spot. ]

NO.

I HAVE FAILED IN MY PURPOSE. I HAVE COMMITTED A TERRIBLE BETRAYAL.

I DESERVE TO BE PREYED UPON. LEAVE ME.

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand sticks his upper body through the portal and grabs one of the random bits of Omega's arm]

Come now, my friend. I am unarmed so I will need your assistance!

[raiseyoulikea]

This isn't the time for arguing!

[She makes to grab for omega's large clawed hand.]

There's still plenty of people who are counting on you! Through here! We need all the help we can get to stop Typhon!

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Like shaking himself out of a dream, Omega straightens at the sound of Ferdinand's voice. ]

Ferdinand...?

[ It's like he's realizing he's there for the first time. Optics wide, he takes the knight and the mysterious young woman's hands, and steps through. ]

[markofnobility]

That's it... come along.

[raiseyoulikea]

[Once they're both through, the woman waves her hand once more and the portal dissipates. Wherever this is, it's not back there.]

Phew! Okay... Let me catch my breath, and I can bring you up to seed.

[Or maybe one of the others can?]

[rockymountaindie]

[ The moment their familiar forms enter this little safe haven, Alex's head pops up. ]

Omega- Ferdinand?! No...

[ He'd just told Velvet... ]

Fuck- what the hell happened?

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega steps in front of Ferdinand, protectively. ]

I MURDERED HIM.

I AM A MONSTER. YOU MAY DIRECT ALL HATRED AND IRE TOWARDS ME.

[markofnobility]

Oh, stop that.

[he smacks at his back]

[rockymountaindie]

[ ... ]

What...happened?

[markofnobility]

Omega was able to create a weapon that could hurt Typhon... but the only time Typhon would be vulnerable was when dragging someone away for execution. So...

[He sighs and turns to Omega]

How did it go? Is he...?

[Omega being here is not a good sign, but it doesn't necessarily mean that-

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega's answer is short, and to the point: ]

HE LIVES.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...... ]

You...

From an execution?

[ Oh. Oh, no. Oh, they didn't. ]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ ...

Omega is just going to stand there and not talk for the time being. ]

[necromants]

[Ivilezlei is also here, though you'd be forgiven if you missed him entirely. He's been hanging out far behind the group, mismatched eyes watching Omega in silence as he listens in on the discussions. These two... aren't at all who he was expecting. Granted, someone killing Omega seemed like a difficult task, but he really thought—

Well, it doesn't matter what he thought, so he decides not to focus on it. Instead, he's more immediately interested in the discussion. The idea of a self-sacrificial play to take Typhon out and put a stop to the starvation motive all in one fell swoop certainly is a valid one, but here everyone is acting like it was an idiotic idea.

Would they be saying the same if it had worked, he wonders.]

Omega. A moment of your time, if you would?

[He gestures for Omega to join him over here, slightly out of the general earshot of everyone else. Alex is punching Ferdinand anyway, it's probably fine...]

[tripartites]

Don't try to play the villain when you're so poor at it. The man can speak for himself.

[eeeonetwothree]

...Noted.