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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.
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.

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Eventually, however, you find it; a small space a bit high up. Hidden under a panel bearing the mark of a flame that slides away. A keyhole that, upon trying, fits the key perfectly.
You turn it. Chrnk.
Locks turn and gears grind together. The massive doors do not only unlock, but give way. Pulled back with slow deliberateness, they part down the middle, bathing cerejeira in a blue light from within. It's warm.
You enter a chamber locked away from you. Massive in its design and impossibly shiny in its make. This is a place of extremely importance.
And, in the exact center of the room, is a large mass of swirling metal, bent and twisted, continually rotating and giving the impression of a roaring fire. There's... something inside. You can't exactly see it, but it's there.]
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[Athena states simply, raising a finger to point.]
We've made it before Typhon. Now, all we have to do is get what's inside.
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This box, however, has let go of all the evils it had. All that is left is the power Typhon wanted.
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[Aoi carefully approaches to try and figure out what this thing is. Let us in.]
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[Athena reaches out, grasping tightly on Aoi's shoulder.]
What we need is inside. It's being guarded by the flame of Olympus.]
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[Looking around, any sign of other people here, or just Big Metal Definitely-Not-A-Cage thing?]
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Something of particular note, though, is the walls of the chamber. They're mostly blank except for faintly glowing specks of gold. Could be worth checking out.]
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The flash of gold is softer and much less harsh, more like glancing up at the sun as it peeks behind the clouds on a summer day. In her mind and only hers, a voiceless question is asked.]
Why do you wish to leave it behind you, Goddess of Copyright?
[It's a question without judgement, seeking only an honest answer from Vanity. The only wrong one would be a dishonest one.]
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Is there anything about the structure in the center of the room that differs from this, or is it all part of the same system? ]
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... he's going to do the bright choice and poke it. WITH HIS TRIDENT AND NOT HIS BAREHAND. He's not an idiot.]
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Cautiously just gonna. Put his ear up against the metal beams of the object. See if he can't hear anything funky or mystical or whatevs.]