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[multimuse fate blog.]

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saniwabito​:

-This is absolutely how it is to have a very, very good friend!  She might have stolen his car keys in some format in the past, which is another activity that two friends engage in a healthy amount.  But the way she sees more of something in his eyes, be it a sprinkle emotion or the spark of a kitty who is being extremely naughty, allows her to know that the two of them are on the same wavelength before he even speaks it.-

Exactly.  Ishtar.

-She turns toward where the city walls don’t obscure the mountains in the distance, to–ah, she’s heard of Ebih during her time and its association with Ishtar.  Or, at least, sightings of her going there after reported shenanigans in the area.-

The Ishtar we have back at home accumulates stores of aether in treasures.  Usually gems.  It’s not unlike the crystals accumulated by beast tribes.  Or, well, used in said eikon summonings.

The density and kind of aether here should be much, much more potent than anything imaginable.  If I were her and if I know her, I’d have a pretty huge cache accumulated already.

-She turns back to him, smiling a little bit.-

She probably won’t be too keen to give them up willingly.  We could barter, maybe…  But I’m not sure either Gilgamesh would want to go that far.  He’s, ah–there’s a history.  Siduri, maybe…

-But on the subject of it tantalizing her–to go on a little adventure.  A little escapade.  A little trip with a good friend, hand in ?hand?.  Claws in claws?  Just a jaunt right up to the temple–then have someone whose presence could counteract the monstrous Tiamat-Gorgon combination.  It takes care of most things.  The gaze issue, however, remains.  Zenos might be rock hard at all times, but being that kind would put her out of yet another companion.-

-But, of course, who can deny the fucking sick prospect of dragon-on-dragon fights.  And who could deny the staging he was setting for the performance.  She can see that silhouette against sunset all over again when she shuts her eyes.  Imagining his form, and–and maybe that little bit of dissatisfaction she has felt for her own performance in the singularity thus far.  Reveling in the bloodshed of someone who wears the face of a friend isn’t generally “her thing,” but there’s a little bit of naughty kitty in Memeko.  Just a bit.  One, like her dear friend with her, enjoys something about this.-

Of course I’d wait for you.  I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t.  

-A touch casual.  A touch just a little naughty.-

[He listens. He is absolutely, unmistakably listening for once, not tuning out her words like he has tuned out a veritable mountain of wawing and kingly laughing and tasks about the city. He watches lazily as Memeko turns towards the mountain range that houses the next step to their dance. He understands. To him, of course, it is not a matter of duration or expectancy- he has the greatest confidence, after all, that however much aether he may sup upon, that will be enough for them both to enjoy themselves and to fell their quarry. He has never been offered anything but the best, and he shall never offer anything but the best himself, regardless of what he has to work with or what he must pry or from what boring spoils he must pry it from, so long as it suits him.]

Oh? She may not give them up willingly?

[It is jovial, teasing, though not at her expense- more a simple chuckle at the fact that of course that is the way of things. Even if we could pluck this eikon’s aether from it so harmlessly, like some cowed fount of sustenance, would that really satisfy either of us, my friend? Well. It may satisfy Memeko. It might. He won’t begrudge her that. Just another one of life’s little differences.]

[Of course, he does not take ‘then maybe we should negotiate’ out of that statement. He just smiles. Keeps smiling.]

I see, my friend. Then I shall avail myself of what aether I find there for the taking. If the eikon is subdued, if the eikon is annihilated, so be it.

[Of course, perhaps the creature can be negotiated with, or subdued by Memeko’s intoxicatingly effective Friendship Wrestling, but he knows. That is not his wheelhouse. He knows exactly what his wheelhouse is. He looks over towards Mt. Ebih, a heat-seeking missile to the flame that will finally warm his heart, and he just. Starts walking. There he goes. He’s just going. Right that way. There he goes.]

And if I were to keep you waiting, my friend- I have known that disappointment. I have known that languor. I would see you bask in it until you are brilliantly aflame, but... we have both waited long enough.

[Awww. A smile!]

We burn the same, but take to different kindling. I will deliver you to the creature, and you will see it dead.

[He’s just. Clanking off. Fucking Zenos. There he goes? Doesn’t even wait? Doesn’t pack for his trip? Doesn’t reconsider his wardrobe? Man on a mission. Off to find out how many licks it takes to get the center of a magical ruby?]

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saniwabito​:

-It’s much too sunny for her–normally.  But so long as she keeps said charms and magecrafts going?  She’ll be fine to be on the field.  It doesn’t make it anymore comfortable, of course.  Maybe just being unused to real sunlight, or the notion if your underwear came off, you’d be come a burnt Memeko taquito in two seconds, if that long, makes it unsettling.-

-What isn’t unsettling is this good boy before her, this charming and unassuming man who–oh dear, that smile dims for a bit when she mentions things such as obligations.  But the fire comes back all the same within moments when it is in her own eye.  Regardless, to the detriment of everyone else’s well-being but the enhancement of her own pleasure and his.  Idleness is boring, pursuit is fun.-

“Aether concentrated enough”…

-The gears are churning and the engines are stoked.  An idea that, perhaps, didn’t really catch until now.  Naughty Kittiness is, as always, a sponsored charm point in her books.  And good ideas in the face of so much bullshit aught to be at least thought out.  And who is she to argue of the logic of “I see a big snake, maybe I should get an even bigger snake”?-

The “aether” here should be naturally concentrated enough for you, though I might have an issue for continued support.  But surely–there’s King Gilgamesh’s supply of treasures, but I can’t see either one of them just handing it over to be consumed.  Plus, that would defang them…  That wouldn’t be conducive.

-Of course, she doesn’t know if she could support him or not if he were to molt his form and don scales.  A physical concentration of “aether.”  Her eyes go to the walls of the city–no, any weaponry King Gilgamesh had here could not be expended.  What wouldn’t be a detriment to Team Chaldea–or ideally help them by being raided.-

-What would Gilgamesh propose here?  What solution he deem the most optimal?  She’s been here [redacted amount of time], so thinking of what’s here, what blend of lands, what would most benefit them…-

…  It’s no guarantee, but I might know of a way to do this.  I’m not sure where it would be or how, but there is someone of this era other than King Gilgamesh, that should have some of what you may refer to?

-It’s less logic and more “he would fuck with Ishtar, no question.”  The fact she remembers Ishtar’s fondness for finery-

-She loves a Naughty Kitty Sparkle.-

Then it’s a matter of seeing if–or, getting her to give up said aether-charged treasures…

[It is truly a treasured walk down memory lane between two friends. It is a warm, fuzzy harkening back to Ala Mhigo, to blasted walls, war crimes and those fucking car keys. He has pursed into a practiced smile, and only that little glint in his eye can confirm that he does indeed actually feel something in this exchange.]

This city’s guardian eikon, was it?

[Dry. Irreverent. Of course, it is simply a matter of fact for him. It is a consideration, of course. There is nothing glorious in gorging upon an accumulated hoard of magical trinkets that is gifted to him. That is useless pageantry that offers nothing to him. If shows of baubles and riches could stoke the flame, he would never have been here in the first place.]

You speak, then, of an excursion to this eikon’s lair? 

[The naughty kitty smile returns. There is a slight air of disappointment- but it is a sad disappointment, the disappointment of loss, the disappointment of offering a platter because indulging in it all himself feels such a waste.]

You would have me entreat the creature- or perhaps simply set it aside- gorge upon its reserves, and return to you wearing the hide of the dragon?

[Ah, but that is so sad, my friend. We could down the beast together. You could watch me, and I could watch you watch me! That violent show only we may put on for each other. But a world in which such things were so readily available would be a paradise... but such things are simply not within his grasp. Not yet.]

[It is not an order or a command, after all. It is a suggestion. A compromise. A yield to facilitate the eclectic heights they may reach later.]

Would it tantalize you, my friend? To trek to this mountain, to feast upon the gods, and to fly back over these walls on the eve of the beast’s ultimatum? To fly right into its waiting jaws as it throws itself against the gates? You will wait, if I hasten to rejoin you before its blood hits the sands? I want to see you spill it, after all.

[He’s getting more and more animated. He is sold.]

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saniwabito​:

-Of course, her dearest friend here gazes past all pomp and circumstance, all that is formal pageantry and all that is a very fluffy plush kitty friend to see her as she is.  And, of course, it’s that he’s understandably bored.  The wait for information and the best approach to the den where the serpent rests and for rescuing Artemis from her duty as a goddess has been quite a wait in the last [insert period of time here], and her dear friend.-

-The mix of terms makes her pause–but, hey, they are all interchangeable in the end.  And, from her impressions of belief and all the like, there is overlap.  Maybe if they weren’t standing here, fat cat in her arms and ennui in his brain, she could have a lovely talk about eikons, the goddesses, and comparisons of Uruk-Garlemald in general.  But he makes a good point.  Or, rather, the point he makes is one that there needs to be a release from hesitation.-

-Mourning for Heracles was one thing, but stagnation and feeling locked by the perception of her own limitations and shortcomings wasn’t her.  Pushing forward and chasing her prey, “being a feral little woman,” being a mongrel, being easily distracted by kitty cats, and being the one simply called “senpai” was her.-

-Of course, he offers to go straight to the feast and offer everyone a one-way ticket into scaly boy town interrupts this feeling of finally feeling like she might get her shit together and stop being fucking depressed in that listless way.-

-She’s got the goddess of dirt on her side already!-

I think I was waiting to hear more from either front–for more information on the pursuit of… well, a lead in either direction.  

But you have a point… We could go together.  Maybe to Tiamat…

I made a promise about helping Orion with Artemis though, and I think taking care of her would be the best means of action to overwhelm the other.

-She idly plays with one of the kitty’s paws–but her eyes are up at her dearest companion and that smile that graces his lips.  There’s beat where she looks up at him–contemplates what it might be like to watch him shed his form and don scales and fangs as he takes to the stars themselves.  Though that might require Zenos Strengthening or Interludes for maximum shenanigans, that sort of release and chase from obligation to just act and be–just as he had that little naughty sparkle, there’s a little bit of a fire in her eyes now.-

What would you find most pleasure in?  What stage would you set?

[The heavy thumping of his boots is an excellent accompaniment to sunny (oh god, so sunny) Uruk! He manages to keep himself in lockstep, looming but never passing. Memeko’s newly-acquired cat is simply decorum like all the rest, something to go unacknowledged, like every cursed glamor plate to ever be conceived.]

[There are glances thrown sidelong at rubble, at hushed whispers, at looming walls, but he never affords them more than an instant when he knows what it is he would much rather watch, much rather listen to. He listens to his friend and her explanations, his smile thin but set, though perhaps there is an instant where the mention of a promise causes it to grudgingly sour for just a moment. Albeit... it is in that uniquely understanding way, that bitter, momentary souring of disappointment, like a delayed date, a postponed appointment, an unforeseen setback.]

I see... an obligation, is it? A method you have been constrained to, and a challenge you have risen to, as unsporting as it may be. A pity. 

[He does not let it ruin the moment. He is not scornful or judgmental. He knows- these are simply the few differences between them. He is above such petty disappointment, because it is not as though he has not already waited so patiently before.]

[Of course, the Naughty Kitty Sparkle is back when he catches the fire stoked in her own eyes. Wonderful.]

A pity your quarry is surrounded by so much fleshy chaff. Idle distractions. Empty victories. Trifles unworthy of your energy. Were I to find aether concentrated enough, and were I to assume the form of the dragon...

[Naughty kitty sparkle EX.]

I would sweep aside all else to stand in between us and our satisfaction, my friend, and watch you bring that ‘great beast’ low by your own hand.

[You know, Memeko, at least if anyone will always have confidence in you 1v1ing the most horrifying and impossible of entities, it’s him! But he is not irrational, of course. There is a blithe chuckle.]

How troublesome, then, that I see no such hoard to sup upon in this city. It is a city of treasure and baubles, but aether to be consumed and molded? Another thing entirely.

[Given the age, there is mana aplenty in the air, of course, but it’s all relative, isn’t it.]

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saniwabito​:

-She’s holding Cat 2 and looking up at him.  All the way up.  Cat 2 is so close to her throat, it could sink her little fangs into her flesh and use its silly little kitty claws to rip into her skin.  But no, she purrs and has a huge fat head.-  

Ah…!

-But, behold your bestie.  She smiles for you like this as much as she enjoys the fluffy-wuffy snuggly kitty friend.  At least it is not the other kitty friend.  The one with a suspicious type advantage against you.-

-Just wait until LB6 and you can wrestle with a worm wyrm.  Until then, Baconator may be the greatest threat.  Or Kiara’s pusspuss.  Either or.-

Zenos!  I didn’t think you’d take an interest out and about…?

[He approaches so certainly, but ever-so-distantly, with the sort of careless swagger that great-grandpappy gave him with those hips  says more than a thousand words could in regards to his thoughts on this glorified cage. He is not so desperate as to circle the walls like a pacing predator waiting for his next conquest when his ultimate entertainment is here, walking amongst the ants, mingling with the faceless masses.]

[Kitty with Type Advantage would warrant perhaps a passing glower, but this kitty, Kitty 2, does not set off his Zest Meter, and so he blithely looks past the precious round eyes and fat fluff head towards the subject of his interest, as he always does. Mark his words. ]

This wait for the feast to be delivered to our door is so very... droll. I wonder, my friend... these eikons that impede your retribution... do you not long for the thrill of chasing them into their dens? Or do you intend to corral them here, with this most enticing of bait?

[Tiamat being an impenetrable shithouse and Artemis being in space do not seem to register as obstacles to him at all. He smiles.]

You have bound one eikon already, have you not? The one that dictates the dirt below. Is that not armament enough for your next hunt? Or perhaps...

[Oh god he has that sparkle in his eye. Ereshkigal’s constant furor about being unable to subdue things that can fly and defy the reach of her domain, which, conveniently, is everything that’s troubling them, has apparently also not occurred to him, likely because it has been filtered out as ambient ‘wawawa’ing in the Chaldean Embassy. They’re just another animal’s squeals to him.]

Perhaps you restrain yourself because you do not feel properly indulged. I could deliver you to them, my friend, to the jaws of the beasts, to the midst of their gazes, to the stars upon which they roost... together, I do not see how we cannot make our way to any lair, and find any prey you cannot bring low.

[He assumes his smile says more than any words could, but words are never wasted with a friend.]

What do you say? Guide me, and I shall deliver you anywhere.

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[Oh, to be that little cat. What he would do in that ignorant little creature’s place. The jealousy. The seething. The disgust. The audacity.]

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[There is no light of dawn. There is cracking, moaning, squirming, screaming, giggling, howling, gurgling, walls that writhe and halls that bleed. It doesn’t matter. If Shamash’s sun was to try to greet him, he would pluck his eyes before allowing such a sight. A world of gods. A world of gods, decaying, incompetent, petty, struggling, but they are gods, they are Hera’s hatred and Zeus’s hubris, they still see themselves above, and they will be brought down.]

[He breaks the feeble thing around him, and he hears the chittering, the giggling, the babbling, noise, lifeless and spiritless, noise for the sake of noise. These are not people. If ever they were people, they are not anymore, snatched and molded and bludgeoned. Their humanity in this is innocent, but it’s gone. Unsalvageable. Another casualty of divine games. Something comes for him, squeaking excitedly, and he reaches over, pulls its rubbery black flesh from its frame, and pulls it taut. No light seeps through.]

[That will do.]

[It howls and curses and rues itself in some sort of sudden self-awareness. He walks past it, not to dirty his hands any further. He will not be ordered, not be commanded, not be manipulated. It is with his own decisiveness that he walks from his prison, and with his own decisiveness that he marches towards what he knows are both what traces remain of the him touched by divinity, traces of that name, and the epicenter of this utter madness.]

[He will free all those cursed and destroy those who think themselves indestructible, by his own merit, and no other.]

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[They have gained 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜.]

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[You face the True (False) Queen of the Underworld.]

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kowaijiji​:

“A law that is not just is not law. It is tyranny.”

“A tyranny that you would impose upon her.”

“A tyranny that has been imposed upon you.”

“Diligent and dutiful have you been, Mistress of Kur. Because in the matter you were given no choice. No say. No right or option to refuse.”

“And so you made the best of what you were given. But the time has come for you to stop denying that which you feel.”

“A dishonest heart cannot be made to move forward. Without resolve it will eventually shatter; whether that takes days, weeks, years, or even millennia.”

“I am only what I appear to be, an old man, prepared to do what one must for the sake of all involved.”

His reply is steadfast, his delivery effortless.

[It was bitter enough when it came from above. When it came from Ishtar traipsing down, when it came from Ishtar, free and frolicking, to be lectured about her lot and station, when Ishtar had the gall to dangle a whole world in front of her and then had the gall to be offended that she was dismembered for it. Of course, she knows. She is petulant, not ignorant. This advice comes not from above- from below, below the below, or perhaps somewhere beyond even that- and so it should, in truth, be at least slightly more considered.]

[She would accept the compliments, but she takes them all as a bit backhanded, overly sensitive or not as she may be, and the fuse is lit.]

[She is certainly not above authentically divine petulance. A slap delivered gracefully is a slap nonetheless. Perhaps this old man is someone she cannot claim- someone who is not limited by Kur simply because he is not quite dead, not quite alive, not quite a god, simply under no qualifier of any of her laws- but the rest of them...]

Do not think to tell me what I am, or what I feel! Perhaps I am alone, perhaps I have fancied more, but I am terrible and fearful because I have devoted myself to my duties and--- I see. It is because this is my true form in this place, isn’t it? That is why you speak so freely! I do not have the temper of Inanna, but I will not be offended in my own home! 

[Of course, had she had time to prepare, this would be done in reverse, but she is simply working with what she has been given now. Kur does not shake. It stills, even moreso. The air grows heavy, suffocatingly heavy. The shadows in the cave walls retreat for fright of what they will witness, the lamentations and screams of the dead stop abruptly- those who still have the luxury to still make sound- and the demons in the pits recoil, unwilling to scavenge from whatever aftermath will come of this.]

What you may tell me, I know at least one here understands... there is one here I know keenly relates, keenly agrees with me, spoken or not. And that understanding is enough for me to know that they are mine, whether it is by my personal assurance that they fall here or by their victory over my own undeniable laws... or my most gracious permission to leave. As if I would ever give it.

[A veil falls over her form, pale, but more dreadful than joyous- something beautiful and reverent stained to its very core by an aura of ennui palpable enough to ache.]

I will be the horrible goddess that will save humanity the only way I- and only I- may save it.

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kowaijiji​:

erankposting liked your post “Oh hey how long has he been there staring at the both of you while you…”

He looks down upon you. Holy shit this guy is intimidating and who the hell even is this?

“This one is not yours to claim, Goddess of the Underworld.”

[She’s going to cry.]

[On the inside.]

[A little escapes, like the soft squeal of a slowly, but inevitably deflating balloon.]

[She puffs up regardless.]

She who steps into Kur is mine by my right and law alone!

[Before there might have been some technical territorial disputes, but considering she showed up to the entire underworld being free real estate, well, this hasn’t come up yet? Maybe now it’s coming up? Oh no why right now?]

You who would look at wretched death and challenge it... you are bold! Or foolish! Bold and foolish both!

[She knows better but she has to look cool for the audience?]

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saniwabito​:

-She just patiently listens, and–well… She’s welcome here?  That’s good?  Like Artemis, she’s not opposed to her presence.  Though, it sounds it’s going to be quite a task negotiating her way out of this.-

Oh… Well…

I believe you’re mistaken about me, but I suppose I am at a distinct type disadvantage.  I’m sort of already dead, sort of not…  My body’s going to be like this unless you have some big rule about it.  

-She’s not at all put off at the Secret Conspiracy meeting.  Doesn’t flinch as she approaches.  Not even put off by the atmosphere in this place.-

But, yeah, I am the Master from Chaldea.

Sorry about not introducing myself.  I’m Memeko.  And, I can’t… really let humanity end here, I don’t mind talking to you for a bit and be a good guest.  I admittedly didn’t want to deal with a pissed off Ishtar at the moment anyways… 

Do you wanna hear about the time we had to fight a talking horse who was also a Demon Pillar?  

[Of course! You have been graciously adopted. As a dead person. Nice! Nice palace. Unfortunately, the Palace of the Dead is not what you have always known it to be, and you will not get a funny disembodied head out of this. Hell, everything here is past the point of disembodied heads- the goddess appears to be the only corporeal thing here, aside from you and the steady gaggle of people who are making this increasingly tense, because for every new face in this situation, she is getting more... wobbly.]

[It is a dangerous sort of wobbly. Unstable, but entirely too stable. Dangerous posturing. She is confident and terrifying! Even gods die in Kur.]

Memeko... yes. To call you the Master would be to admit you have some sort of power here that is beyond my say, and so Memeko it shall be.

[It’s also more personal? More friendly? Please don’t hate her please the questionable state of their physical bodies and their living statuses is so relatable? Please don’t cry? Is she asking Memeko that inside of her head or herself? Both?]

All rule here is mine. I am Ereshkigal, the Queen of the Underworld, bound here in night from the first dawn, all alone... so! Ishtar could do nothing for you or against you here in Kur but be crushed in my hand.

[Okay she maybe said that bit a bit too easily, but considering you as her audience, maybe it’s fine? She still has to say it. Just get it out there.]

...I do not want humanity destroyed. It is my burden and my burden alone to care for all of it, and so I am arranging for the end before the end.

[When she smiles in the silence for a moment, you think you can hear them like gusts of wind through the cave, somewhere. Cries of “I wanted one more day so I could see my son” and “I forgot to tell my wife I loved her”, distressed weeping and angered screaming alike outside the ‘walls’ of the palace that will inevitably go silent after they have been here for a thousand years.]

You see, if everyone remains here in Kur, I am the only one who has any say over what happens to them... I am terrible, but I am terrible for humanity’s sake.

[She frowns, morose, for a moment, entirely self-absorbed, and doesn’t look at Memeko’s accompanying troupe in exchange for brightening at those cursed words.]

A talking pillar horse? What sort of horrible creature could exist--- not that it is as horrible as me.

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saniwabito​:

-She goes quiet as she sort of, well, this is quite the place.  Quite the underworld-looking place she seems to have wandered into.  There’s a simple pause as she looks at her.   She can’t really fake being terrified or anything of this display?-

-It’s… sort of cute?-

Oh…   Well, I’m really sorry.  There was a hole I fell down, when walking through Kutha.  I truly didn’t mean to disturb anything.  I guess it’s my own negligence at fault, though…

-She bows right there, formally?  Respectfully?  But not fearfully, she just can’t manage that.-

I can only ask for forgiveness, at this point.

[After her initial flustering, she seems to settle. Seem, perhaps, being the key word, but perhaps that is simply the trouble of being the one thing animated in a palace of total stillness? She scoffs. Part of her feels very excited that she is not immediately being reviled or revered, but then again, maybe that’s just acute anxiety at work.]

Your apologies mean nothing to me- but- that’s very polite of you, I’m not so rude as to not take note of it! Your soul will not be spoiled but it will not be overly punished! You see... regardless of your arrival, now that you have set foot in Kur, in my land, under my city, now that you have walked through- fell past- my gates...

You are mine.

[There’s actually quite a keen glint in her eyes? Giddy, almost. But giddiness and the macabre are not quite aligned, and so it would be rather shameful at best-]

Your body may stay as it is, but soon, you, too, will be as ugly as all that can be called living here. Um, until then, though-

[She scoots over! Secret meeting! If she whispers, nobody else will hear you two!]

You are the ones attempting to stop the goddesses? Rest assured- and you will rest assured- I have the end of humanity well-arranged, but, ah, seeing as you are now mine to keep... I will hear the tales of your life, of the sights you have seen, because I would love to--- so you may plea for the caretaking of your soul.

[Fortunately she has the reflexes to back the fuck up before round two of Shit Falling Down Here happens.]

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(Fou also falls down but fortunately your tiddies break his fall. He is saved.)

[Not much safe landing room there, actually, Fou, good thing you made it!]

[Unfortunately, motorboating death is the sort of transgression that even a repressed divine side cannot oversee, and so while she is quite dainty with removing Fou, she is not quite dainty in yeeting him entirely, past the nervous galleries of gallûs and the screeching boars straight from their part-time shifts making a mess of Mt. Ebih.]

[She would apologize, but she has to look tough. She at least didn’t throw him anywhere? Just sort of... past everything in sight? Mercy! Maybe Fou shall be the first to truly escape the underworld by Ereshkigal’s good graces alone.]

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saniwabito replied to your post “[More anxiety-inducing than incursions into her Mope Zone are...”

HELLO IS ANYONE THERE OR

[Desolation is the most apt- perhaps even the only apt- word for it. Even the centerpiece of an ugly land should be ugly, a palace that is even craggier and more barren than the rest of the cavern around it. This place of (admittedly quite self-inflicted) despair and solitude, gates without their keepers... there is only one presence here, now, smothering, crushing, dragging down if only because it is safer to be dragged under than be destroyed above---]

[Yeah all of that isn’t really working when she’s shaking. The rattles throughout the stagnant, lifeless earth aren’t much compared to her knees and her voice.]

For you to trespass into my land without yet being one of mine first...! How dare you! How rude! How unacceptably rude! 

[Her voice breaks every four syllables, like someone reading a script who just said “sexual” instead of “sectional”. The absolutely crushing (emotionally, magically, spiritually, and now physically!) sense of impending dread is more and more pressing, though.]

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[More anxiety-inducing than incursions into her Mope Zone are incursions into her Mope Zone that by some technicalities are dead, some technicalities are not dead yet, and she doesn’t quite know she’s so awful?]

[Seven gates’ worth of distressed caterwauling follow.]

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[Now that all of those Sabers are gone they are going to pay.]

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herothrone​:

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-BOAR.-

[Please, he is just a little pig. He is just a little pig and he does his best to perk up?]

Ah, Felix! It has... been some time since last we trained, hasn’t it? I have not tested the grounds here yet myself, but I imagine if there is anyone to ask for a truthful assessment of them, it would be you.