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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.]
after
[Vanity has- not gotten the full story here. The scene from Aoi's past she did get a glimpse into left a less than stellar impression of basically everyone involved, but at least it could be worse. If Shinichi had shown up here Vanity would be skipping the conversation and looking for convenient farms with lots of room to play with the other self-insert protagonists.]
[As it is, there's not hostility, per se. But Miyu can almost certainly tell she's being assessed and sized up.]
One of Aoi's friends.
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It's just Miyu now, actually. [ Her tone is very terse but not like she's offended to be called the wrong name or anything. She's just making it clear and well... this is just how Miyu talks. ] That other name got left behind in the game world.
[ And yeah, someone as hyper aware of how she's being viewed can absolutely tell she's being assessed right now. For her part she's also not hostile, but also not exactly warm and friendly either. Just kind of indifferent to it. ]
And yes. You could say that.
[ It's #complicated and she's not sure how much she should get into the details about it but if this Aoi considers her a friend even if she isn't the same Miyuki then that's good enough for her. ]
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[diversity win, the space capitalist respects your autonomy in renaming yourself or something]
[She folds her arms, still watching Miyu a bit critically.]
You could say a lot of things, I imagine. But Aoi seems to think so, at least.
[Hm. How subtle to be here-]
If that part changes too much you're gonna have a lot of very pissed off people to deal with. Just to be clear.
[or subtly is for losers, got it, okay]
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Well yeah, I would certainly hope so.
[ And then a small huff. ]
Let's just cut the crap, shall we? I think we're both doing the same thing here.
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[Vanity grins humorlessly.]
I've already seen her-
[The image of that morning in the bar flashes through Vanity's mind, Quark and Aoi curled up on the floor, everyone gathered around them in shocked mourning.]
[The pause is brief, less than a second, but her body still tightens a bit before continuing.]
-hurt bad enough in all this shit. It's not happening again if I have any say in it.
Cute you think you could do worse to me than she could, though, if I was the problem.
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But that last comment… ]
…And what’s that supposed to mean.
[ gurl
are you calling her as weak as Aoi is that what’s happening here or is this an “the emotional damage of disappointing my best friend will hurt more than anything you could physically do” kind of thing because if it’s the former oh honey— ]
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[i'm so sorry miyu she really is this stupid even after two months of this]
Besides, Aoi can deal emotional damage. I don't know how that works or how you missed it, but I'm pretty sure if she ever learned to do it on purpose she could take everyone here twice.
[okay it is actually the latter but also she's so dumb i'm so sorry]
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The wicked smile that spread across her face is all her though, as is the devious glint in her red-brown eyes. Though the fact she's so willing to show such an expression to even a stranger now is most certainly due to this person's influence as well. ]
Oh, you're funny.
[ And she does find it funny. Hilarious even. She's used to being underestimated, in fact she banks on it more often than not. They're usually more... slimy about it though. Maybe even a little misogynist. Hearing it from another girl trying to threaten her though - based off of experiences with Aoi? Experiences that she now has almost complete certainty don't involve telling her what Miyu actually did back in the game world? Oh now, that's adorable.
And again, it all works out better for her that way anyway. She's also not about to underestimate Vanity herself, confidence comes from somewhere after all and "helped kill a god" could even be impressive depending on the full story, but she's also not one to fall for taunts or engage in saber-rattling. She knows exactly who she is and what she's capable of better than anyone. That's all that matters - no one else needs to know until they're unlucky enough to end up on her bad side. ]
But hm. Yes, I suppose you've got a point about the "emotional damage". Lucky for everyone then that taking advantage of such a thing is just not the kind of person Aoi Mukou is.
[ "We couldn't be more different in that regard," but she keeps that part to herself. Again, better if people don't know. ]
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[She's bristling for sure, so point to Miyu. If nothing else this is not how Vanity imagined this conversation going.]
And yeah, she's not. A real goddamn ray of sunshine.
[Are they actually agreeing or is one of them still trying to be subtle? Doesn't actually matter, her fight instinct's too strong. As usual.]
Long as we're clear, though.
[are you though, vanity]
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Crystal.
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If it makes you feel any better though, it's not like I'm staying much longer or anything.
[ She shoves the device into a pocket... somewhere, on her person (don't worry about it, she's a crpg character now) and lets out a small huff, the hand on her hip instead moving to rest on the hilt of her sword. ]
I've got my own places to be and someone I need to get back to asap. If Aoi were coming with me it'd be a different story, but she seems to have a pretty firm idea of where she's going to go now, so... yeah. I doubt I'll even be able to see her again.
[ Which... well, that's just going back to the norm, isn't it? Her own Aoi is already long gone, meeting another one should never have been in the cards in the first place. ]
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The one who should be acting all tough giving out "you better treat her right or else" ultimatums really outta be me here, you know.
[ She don't know any of you fuckers but she knows Aoi. Knows the chances of her getting into some stranger's very nice looking van if he had a 6 pack of Yabaley's on hand aren't like. Zero, that is. ]
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[Is this even possible, she might be impugning the proverbial Ming here. That ass.]
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[ ...ok i wrote "huh" but it really is more of the anime girl "hah...?!" sound lmao ]
And how do you imagine that'll work, genius? Any of you know how multiverse travel works? It's not exactly a walk in the park or anything.
[ She says, as if she and Astarion don't just pop over to the Unclean Realm all the fucking time like it's just two doors down the street. ]
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[Her voice is flat and dry as the salt plains.]
Perhaps even the very one that gathered everyone here. But surely contacting them would require some kind of long-range communication, and clearly no such thing exists. Certainly not a small, easily held device which has already repeatedly accomplished such stupendous feats of information exchange, and certainly not in the possession of an individual already inclined to stay in contact with people, and you in particular. Impossibility and ephemeral dreams.
[She should probably leave it there.]
I might even venture so far as to call it unmitigated poppycock. Absurd hogwash and balderdash, pardon my French.
[where the fuck do you hear these words]
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Listen, we had someone who gathered all our friends up for us through different worlds too but it's not like she stuck around permanently or anything, that'd be unreasonable. We had to figure out a way to keep doing it for ourselves. Also I do not want to be contacted by that phone of Aoi's, God and I aren't on speaking terms and I'd really rather not risk her having any line to me and, I don't know, try to get my ass deleted or reset again.
[ Which like. Is definitely Miyu's own interpretation of events. It's hard to ascribe ANY intent to that particular "God". But she doesn't care, she's still salty. Point is: phone bad.
... ]
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[ oh my god DON'T USE HIM AS AN EXCUSE WHEN HE'S NOT EVEN HERE HE COULD BE DOWN YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU DON'T KNOW-- ]
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[Even she can't really argue that one.]
But did you actually just hide behind heterosexuality about this.
[vanity please, your phrasing]