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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[tailoredfate]

[Bad feelings don't often linger for Aglaea. Even before her soul started fraying, she doesn't let things fester. There are people she can't stand, few people she hates, but she just can't let that occupy too much of her mind. The negativity that sticks with her is only ever... inward.

So when she spots Ferdinand shucking his damanged clothes... without any hesitation or shame, she approaches. Right as he's pulling his shirt off.]

If you'd like some help fixing or replacing anything, I could lend my aid.

[markofnobility]

Hm? Oh! Aglaea... I-

[he's surprised that she is willing to speak with him, let alone help. He looks down at his shirt and jacket... but after a moment he reaches into the inner pocket of said jacket and holds something out for her.

It's a handkerchief. Well stitched and embroidered. Something intended to be nice, certainly. But torn brutally by something sharp; considering what pocket it was taken from and the scar on his chest, it's not hard to guess how it was damaged]

I... could only ask if you could repair this?

[tailoredfate]

[... Ah. Something in her eyes softens, just a little. She may not know the specific importance of the handkerchief, but she understands the importance. Such things are often passed through families, given to sweethearts... they're tokens of remembrance as much as they are accessories. So when she reaches out to take it, she does so as if he's holding something made of fragile glass.]

I can fix your shirt as well. Or make a new one, with what can be found here. It wouldn't be a bother.

[They have nothing but time right now, it seems.]

... I don't have my kit with me, unfortunately, so you'll have to make due with gold thread for this. Is that acceptable?

[markofnobility]

More than. As long as it is in proper state to return to Velvet, I will be content.

... I do not know how salvageable my shirt and jacket are. At least they blood did not come with them?

[tailoredfate]

I suppose that's one thing we can be thankful for, here. But I've salvaged clothes that were in much worse a state.

[Her death was, in the end, pretty quick. The fight was drawn out, but as soon as Zvei's tentacle pierced her chest, everything had faded relatively quickly. She didn't know what exactly she looked like, after she fell, but... well. She's been alive for a long, long time. She'd been with Cerydra in the battles of the first Flame-Chase Journey. She knows what it looks like, seeing a body all bled out, and she's sure her clothes were almost entirely gold by the time she was found.

The thought doesn't bother her, but... knowing it might bother some of the others makes her feel a little differently.

... Ah, but...]

... Returned to her. Seems like you're determined to find a way out of here.