Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2017-02-19 06:59 pm
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[Game 20] Epilogue

Maon leads the way back towards civilization—somehow making his way easily back out through the woods, and you know, there's some things you just don't ask about.

It's a little longer walk back than it was getting there—you'd ended up popping out in a slightly different location. The sun isn't quite up enough to be causing any adverse side effects, and somehow as you walk, you find any fatigue or pain or chill drifting away, leaving you feeling rejuvinated rather than exhausted. The really happy archangel might be partially to blame for that.

The cottage soon comes into sight. Siùsaidh is sitting on the porch waiting, and Tristan's car is once again parked outside.

"Tis about time ye got back," she says firmly. "Tis been three days, and I can only mind an incubus in my home fer so long. Step inside for breakfast, now, won't ye?"

[we will continue to pick at threads in the Endgame but feel free to hit up anybody anywhere in the Epilogue! thanks for the game, see you again in three years soon ♥]
boatsights: (01)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-21 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
No, I mean, it's fine. I want to.
conatus: (the bite that binds the gift that gives)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-21 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Sure.

Congrats on getting back from wherever, by the way.
boatsights: (02)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Y . . . yeah. I sort of spent my teenage years in a training montage with a Prince of Hell.
conatus: (my woes are granular)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-21 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry to hear that? I mean, I can't imagine training my kids to do anything for longer than an afternoon at that age. You must be pretty committed.
boatsights: (15)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-21 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Um, well, I'm, not really. I didn't really have a choice. It was either that or lay down and die and I guess I had something to come back for.
Edited 2017-02-21 05:58 (UTC)
conatus: (when i was a child i'd sit for hours)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-21 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
That still sounds like a choice to me.
boatsights: (06)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-22 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
I guess it was, huh.
conatus: (and i woke up a little too late to lie)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-22 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems to have made this crowd pretty happy, too.
boatsights: (01)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-22 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow . . .!
conatus: (lost in a strange neighborhood)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-22 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
You really can't guess how?
boatsights: (02)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-24 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Um. No, I mean, I.

You never knew me before.
conatus: (and i was still a dewy petal)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-24 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, sorry, I'm sure you were a really unlovable child.
boatsights: (15)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-24 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. I'm being bullied.
conatus: (shapeshift and trick)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-24 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
How could I bully a stranger? That would be too rude.
boatsights: (04)

[personal profile] boatsights 2017-02-24 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Um.

[I don't know how to banter this]
conatus: (go kiss the liquor off his laugh)

[personal profile] conatus 2017-02-24 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[this is the most contrite cake eating you have ever witnessed

or not]