Let's Play A Murder (
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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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.
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Do not aim your ire towards him. Omega wished to stop this more than once... I am the one that pushed it.
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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.
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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.
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FERDINAND. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PROTECT ME.
SHE CAN THINK WHAT SHE WANTS.
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[Unlike Ferdinand, her voice doesn't lower. In fact, in the distance, thunder rumbles.]
And if Lebkuchen is ever among those people, I will not hesitate to make both of you pay.
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...SHE DEALT A WOUND MOST IMPRESSIVE TO TYPHON.
YOU WOULD BE PROUD OF HER.
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[fist to his heart he bows a bit before turning on his heel and walking away]
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