[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]

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.

[psychopompous]

That is . . . not terribly specific, no.

[looks thoughtful, though]

[liarliarliar]

I just know I didn't like it.

[...grabbing the monocle back to look through it again, not expecting anything this time since Sariel got nothing]

[psychopompous]

Well, that's important to know. But . . . unusual.

[where are you looking?]

[liarliarliar]

[first just right in front of him at the street

But if that yields nothing he's going to look at Sariel]

Why unusual? I don't like fighting no matter who it is.

[psychopompous]

I'm just trying to decipher it.

[the world around shimmers lightly, like it's overlaid with a haze of faint blue light]

[Sariel—glows, overlaid with several different impressions. massive wings; a hooded figure; coils spinning around a vibrant core that shifts and twists into different shapes]

[liarliarliar]

[it takes him a few moments of staring at Sariel to decide how he feels about what he sees but eventually...]

You're pretty. I'm jealous.

[psychopompous]

[FFFFFFFFFFLUFFS UP]

What?!

[liarliarliar]

You're shining. When I look through this you're all kinds of things.

How fancy! How fancy!

[psychopompous]

Oh—ah. I see . . .

[seems a bit flustered]

[liarliarliar]

I wish I glowed like that.

There's something dark in me, right?

[psychopompous]

I'm not a seer.

Obviously the one that sees everything sees something good in you.

[liarliarliar]

...

[shut up //////]

You mean you don't see stuff like that all the time? No special angel vision or some nonsense?