Let's Play A Murder ([personal profile] letsplayamod) wrote in [community profile] letsplayamurder2025-08-29 03:30 am
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Endgame: Part 2

The week goes on. A small miracle, how quiet it is. With no motives or attacks to speak of, you can breathe a sigh of relief even when a tension gripes the air. So few of you now, what exactly would you do were Typhon to return and decide the game was over? Was Athena always going to be out of reach? And what exactly did she want you to find in the center of this mountain temple, anyway?

Questions abound, and no answers.

...Until this morning. The sky itself is clear with very few clouds, but something still falls into your home. Not "physically," though, it's more of a feeling. The sensation of some great power entering this space. Everyone will notice it, and the way it passes by, sinking beneath the floors - all the way to the bottom level.

And there it ends up, waiting for someone brave enough to investigate.
raisethemoon: ([that's how it goes down])

[personal profile] raisethemoon 2025-08-29 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A beat later: ]

Ah - I was thinking of Typhon! Not you and the others, dear Aoi!
sweetsynergy: (B)

[personal profile] sweetsynergy 2025-08-29 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Flatly]

Curse your sudden betrayal.
murchada: (002)

[personal profile] murchada 2025-08-29 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn.

Well. [Looks over at Aoi.] Rest in peace, Aoi.
yourheroine: (✦ what was i made for?)

[personal profile] yourheroine 2025-08-29 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
…but Aoi came back?
sweetsynergy: (B)

[personal profile] sweetsynergy 2025-08-29 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It's like I can still hear her voice.

[She puts a hand on Aoi's shoulder.]

You did, and it rocks. Let's just hope everyone else is as lucky. Except Typhon.
raisethemoon: ([it's always someone else])

[personal profile] raisethemoon 2025-08-29 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her horn flares, and she briefly appears as the alternate self that haunted her during the week Quark died. ]

Oh, yes, the night shall reign eternal and such.

[ She stamps a hoof sardonically, and dismisses the illusion. ]