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letsplayamurder2025-08-31 01:13 am
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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.]
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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[ Wow, the rare and elusive giggle!
Velvet gives Ferdinand a quick kiss on the cheek, then releases her grip in his hair to take his hand. ]
You really missed me, huh. Let's go.
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I did... so very much.
[he lets her lead the way]
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...It was hard to sleep without you.
[ To say nothing about the hallucinations. ]
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[Guilt bubbles back into his heart. he's already been so lucky that she does not seem to hate him- he should hope not considering what they were sneaking off for]
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...I thought I'd be angrier with you, at first. And I was, I think. [ But Ferdinand already knew that, judging by the letter he left her. ] If...it had happened earlier, I might have felt like a fool for letting myself fall in love, even though I should have known better.
[ Or "known better", rather. Sometimes she isn't sure if the dark lessons she learnt from her time with the Lover have truly left her. ]
But... [ Her fingers tighten around his. ] Instead of wishing I had never met you, I was thinking about how to find you again. So I could make you understand how irreplaceable you are to me, even if I had to chain your soul. The old me would have simply given up.
[ And to make it clear, Velvet stops for a moment so she can kiss Ferdinand's cheek. ] So... It just made it clear how quickly you became a part of my life.
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I was a fool... if later you wish to punish me, I will accept it.
... but I do not know if I could accept it if you decided to leave.
[he knows he SHOULD be willing to. She has every right. But the idea makes him feel ill. He lacks her power to bind a soul.]
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Have you forgotten? I intend to indulge your foolishness for the rest of our lives.
[ She has no plans on leaving. ]
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I have not forgotten. I just feel... too blessed by it.
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Then we're both blessed. You're the only one who's ever asked me to stay.
[ Not literally, perhaps. But the only one who's said they want a life with her in it. ]
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Shall I ask you again? Perhaps even daily?
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Would you even need to ask me every day if I stay with you?
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[ Her ears are turning red. Goodness, of course he'd like saying it. ]
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[He rubs her knuckles, looking at her fingers very intensely]
Once the adrenaline passes, and we are sure we are safe, I will ask you again. So you can never doubt my intentions or think they were a moment of thoughtless passion.
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...Despite herself, another part of her can't help but feel a little disappointed too. She knows he means it, it just doesn't stop that part of her from feeling impatient.
One hand tries to escape Ferdinand's grasp so she can gently grab his chin. ]
Thank you for being so thoughtful. Though I hope you don't think what we're about to do is a moment of thoughtless passion either.
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Not at all. I have barely thought of anything else for weeks.
[Ferdinand]
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[ Like, okay, she knows Ferdinand finds her attractive, but that's separate to him outright saying he's thought about it for weeks like a hormonal teenager. ]
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You are surprised? If... ah... if my dedication to trying to kill Typhon was even a fraction weaker, and you found yourself agreeable to it, well... certainly I would not have been willing to contain my affections that day by the siren pool.
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I-I mean, I'd we hadn't been so exhausted, I was ready to agree that night after you moved into my room and you made that one time sound almost like a wedding night and I might have thought too much about you sweeping me off my feet and yourstupidmassivechest a-and...
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Well, since we are now engaged, should I carry you across again as a bride to be?
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[ And despite her practically luminescent blush that stands out against her pale skin, she's looking st Ferdinand expectantly. ]
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This time, I shall tend to you properly, my love.
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And I hope you'll be able to enjoy this unburdened, my dear.
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