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

[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.

[markofnobility]

...

[Ferdinand's serenity from his death finally cracks, and he shakes]

... ah.

[raiseyoulikea]

Hey, don't feel bad. That was amazing!

Typhon looked like he'd been put through the wringer! I haven't seen him that badly beaten since the Oympian gods cerberus-piled him all at once.

[markofnobility]

...I wish I could have seen it.

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Still quietly: ]

...Velvet tore a piece from his flesh...

[markofnobility]

Good.

Ah... how... was she?

[eeeonetwothree]

...SHE GAVE ME A MESSAGE TO PASS ON TO YOU.

THAT YOUR SOUL IS HERS, FOREVERMORE, AND THAT SHE WILL NOT REST UNTIL THEY HAVE YOU AND THE OTHERS BACK.

[ Leaving himself out again, huh. ]

[raiseyoulikea]

Now that's some romance.

[markofnobility]

Ah... did she say it in her scary voice?

[tailoredfate]

[Along with the other dead, Aglaea is there, a winged helm somewhat similar to Athena's under one arm. She's not smiling, nor awash with grief at seeing more familiar faces in this strange underworld they've been thrown into.

In fact, her eyes narrow.]

Your plan to fight Typhon left him still breathing, and instead you killed one of our own. Your plan put all the others at risk, leaving them in a vulnerable position.

[No scowl. No seething hatred. But her eyes are steely.]

You continue to only cause trouble.

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand steps in from of Omega]

Do not aim your ire towards him. Omega wished to stop this more than once... I am the one that pushed it.

[tailoredfate]

Who first brought up the idea?

[markofnobility]

He told me about the weapon, but I am the one that said someone would have to die. If I had told him no this would not have happened.

[tailoredfate]

Did you put a blade to his head? Threaten to kill him? Rob him of his free will so he had no choice but to agree?

Did either of you have proof that this weapon of his would work, when so many of our powers have been muddled?

[Her face is calm, but there's a scrrch as her nails scrape against the helmet.]

Then you are to blame here as well. But that doesn't mean he's innocent in all of this.

[markofnobility]

[He sees Zvei moving to talk to Omega... and lowers his voice]

That is fair. But Omega is... now is not the time. You words will not help, only make him shut down more. He is my friend and I am responsible for him being here. So I will protect him, even from your deserved barbs.

[eeeonetwothree]

[ ... ]

FERDINAND. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PROTECT ME.

SHE CAN THINK WHAT SHE WANTS.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...... ]

You...

From an execution?

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

[markofnobility]

And do not let him tell you otherwise. I volunteered, he did not ask me.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Without a single word, Alex stalks forward and punches Ferdinand von Aegir in the face. ]

[markofnobility]

[He is... oddly not surprised by this. His head cracks back, eyes screwed tight. A few breath as his solider training demands he punch back. He does not, of course but it takes a moment]

Fair enough.

[rockymountaindie]

[ He swings again. ]

You fucking idiot—!

[markofnobility]

[Again he doesn't block or dodge it. ]

[rockymountaindie]

[ He swings again. ]

Did you even think of what this'd do to her?!