[Game 18] Endgame

[arsgoetia]

It's early morning by the time they tidy up the house and fix the windows—leaving it as neat as they'd entered it, Tristan promises—and head out. Tristan seems to be itching to just get away from the place, though they can't return to the church, and it's now New Year's Day—so they head back across the border to the house in New York. Even Sariel comes along—albeit reluctantly—at Tristan's suggestion.

"To my understanding," Tristan says, "the kid's with Sera right now, which I'm cool with. I was a bit rough on him, so he might be sleeping it off for another little while—and like you all said, he might be a bit freaked out to see a dozen people staring at him. So let's leave him there for now. I can send you all home." He pauses.

"But if you want to come back soon . . . I can bring you back. No agenda necessary. If you don't want to come—well, let me know, and I'll try not to bring you."

Comments

[liarliarliar]

Instead of understanding what I was implying you KNOCKED ME ON MY ASS to make me explain everything.

...it is a good thing you also caught me or I'd be super mad.

[psychopompous]

I am not to be blamed for your failure to explain your irrational emotions!

[liarliarliar]

I'm pretty sure the problem is just that you're an idiot.

[psychopompous]

I have been alive for millennia.

[liarliarliar]

If age is a measure of intelligence please explain Tristan.

[psychopompous]

. . .

Never mind.

[liarliarliar]

That's what I thought.

[psychopompous]

. . .

I am simply—unfamiliar with human emotions.

[liarliarliar]

I think its more like you willfully ignore it because it makes you feel weird.

[psychopompous]

[narrows his eyes at him]

Why do you think that?

[liarliarliar]

I just think you found a way of doing things that works for you. Being an angel has to be rough. Especially for one like you who doesn't know what fun is.

You decided your approach and the whole emotions things is part of that. I'm not saying you haven't changed by being an angel. That would be foolish to say. But it's not like you don't feel either.

I really don't know much. Not about angels or anything. My knowledge about weird stuff begins and ends with snakes.

[psychopompous]

. . .

I don't know. Obviously something is wrong with me, after today, I—I allowed that child to be taken by a demon.

[liarliarliar]

I think it was the best choice.

[psychopompous]

I know you do, that is part of why I—. . . obviously . . .

[liarliarliar]

I miss Madison a lot though. So I wish I did find out...something. Even if I know it's probably better this way. I hope this is what he wanted to happen. Ah, if he's mad at me that'd be awful.

[fishing the monocle out his pocket to fiddle with it in his hand]

[psychopompous]

You did your best by him.

. . . may I see that?

[Sariel? asking politely?]

[liarliarliar]

[holds it out for him]

I don't suggest looking through it.

[psychopompous]

Why not?

[liarliarliar]

Cuz the world was kinda ending when I did? Like big several eyed winged tentacle beast in the ocean.

[psychopompous]

[looks through it]



. . . I don't see anything right now. A tentacle beast?

[liarliarliar]

It was as scary as Silent Hill. Absolutely.

And huge. Way too huge.

[psychopompous]

It might have been the Leviathan. Who did you say it was fighting?

[liarliarliar]

I dunno uhm. [puts his hands over his face. trying to actually remember it properly instead of letting it all blur together]

It was really overwhelming.

A tentacle monster and some kind a monster angel like Evangelion. With too many wings and eyes.

Everything looked awful. Dark. And there was fire?

[psychopompous]

Monster angel??

[liarliarliar]

Well it had lots of wings and eyes. That's what noncute angels look like, right? With a big sword of unhappiness.