letsplayamurder | Epilogue: A New Day

In the end, hope triumphed over hate. A new pantheon of gods, gathered from all corners of the universe, came together to unlock the ultimate power and it it flow over the land once more. They proved one goddess that her wisdom was correct, and another that her wisdom was keeping her trapped in a vision of the world that would never be.

You exit the temple of Olympus, battered and bruised, but more together than ever before. Athena raises her hand and drags it before her. In the distance, the keen-eyed will see the barrier that's long protected you finally fading away.

The sun shines down. Two months and you're finally, finally free.

Athena takes care to thank each of you personally. This was exactly what her and Fenyx had theorized was possible - not exactly, but the outcome is greatly acceptable. And now, Athena is bound by her oath to return you home... or wherever it is you'd like to go. You're gods now, you have the privilege.

Speaking of! Once everyone's rested and healed, Fenyx prepared a little get-together for everyone on the cliffs, with a special bonus: they can bring in any person you desire. Family and friends are preferable, but who are they to question if you want to smack your rival across the face for the first time in weeks?

They may react in confusion, however, if you tell them about the bits of Hope buzzing in the air like glowing fireflies. They're not gods, after all. They can't see them.

Dipping lower around half-day, you may peer over the side of the area and see far, far down into the valleys of ocean and cities. And beyond all of that, sailing in from the horizon, ships. Old ships of man-made nature. Sails billowing in a wind that no longer tears them asunder. Now that the storm has passed, life can resume picking up the pieces.

It will be messy, probably a disaster at times, but there's always hope. And if that carried you here, then maybe it will bring those people to the top of the mountain.

[This is the final post of Let's Play A Murder! Players are welcome to invite cast members to this log for the purpose of tagging out reunions (Fenyx and Athena will have personally greeted and asked to bring them here). You may tag this at your leisure, whatever last-minute endeavors you'd like your characters to get into will go here.

Thank you for playing.]

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[ In Velvet's case, it may not be so much that she mentioned Ferdinand as it is that she's been very obviously been hanging around him, only separating when either of them need to be spoken to privately or handle matters by themselves.

Hearing Lorenz vaguely reminds her of her first meeting with Ferdinand, and it dawns on her that there's two of them, holy shit. She is suddenly very self-conscious (for no particular reason, she'd swear) of how she looks—deathly pale, mismatched eye with dark sclera, and if Lorenz is paying attention he can probably see that the metal on her legs aren't from greaves but because they are made of metal.

Okay Velvet don't fuck this up— ]

I can certainly see why you two are friends.

[ #nailedit ]

[Lorenz is hardly in a position to judge someone on their pallor, he is not much better. Never mind Lysithea and Marianne, both of whom could likely give Velvet a run for her money in that regard. It is, in some ways, a mark of a proper noble lady after all. Not being exposed to sunlight and physical labor and the like. More domestic or academic pursuits are only proper.

No, it is not the pallor of her skin or the fascinating metallic structure of her legs that gives Lorenz pause. It's precisely how much this young lady lingers around his dearest friend.]

But of course! In many ways we are cut from the same cloth.

[A bright smile, a slight bow, but there's a distinctly haughty gleam in that lavender gaze and the way he watches her like a suspicious peacock that might need to puff up and defend his hens.]

And what of you, my lady? You seem... [The faintest hesitation, his lips pressing into a thin line as he searches for the words to be polite while expressing his disapproval.] hm- quite taken with him.

[ For some reason, she's reminded of that visit by the House Ragara representative all those years ago, though mercifully she can say she finds Lorenz's behaviour more palatable than she does theirs in hindsight. Lorenz's scrutiny is one of protective posturing (at least if you asked her), and she can tell he doesn't approve of her as much as he's trying to be polite about it. Certainly, it's...okay, perhaps not easier, but it's preferable to when she had a noble looking for any openings to leverage over a stressed-out teenager with overwhelming responsibilities on her plate.

It also doesn't actually make her less nervous, surprise, surprise!

Velvet suddenly wishes she had paid more attention to how her former colleague dealt with nobles, if only so she'd feel less like she's floundering here. Alright, so there's no point in beating around the bush about this matter, and if experience has taught her anything, she and Ferdinand were apparently as obvious as the godsdamned sun above their heads, thus: ]

I am. [ There will be no tsundere over her affections for Ferdinand this time. ] He and I are courting, in fact.

Epilogue: A New Day

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I'm so so so sorry. He's a jealous little mean girl.

Don't be, I'm cackling.