[Game 21] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.

Comments

[redetermined]

[buries his face on Tristan's chest immediately]

It sucked.

[arsgoetia]

"Iiiif you say so!"

[onelastknight]

[ fdgkjh ]

... You fought well today, incidentally.

[monere]

I'm still kind of digesting that other thing, so maybe some other time?

Waffles would be nice, though.

[ancestuous]

The first time I saw Madison, he was a child.

[aethericbody]

We should venture to one while we're here.

[beginningofwisdom]

I think we might be able to work with a number of techniques, using them. Or possibly fail to affect them at all, but...

[he doesn't seem that bothered by the prospect. research!!]

[rollwillpowercheck]

It has its good points and its bad points. Like anything, really!

[boatsights]

You helped.

[monere]

You sure? I've been saving 'adorably out of touch youtube comment' for a special occasion~

[aethericbody]

Probably.

Does it hurt you?

[liarliarliar]

I'll skip.

[rollwillpowercheck]

It usually is when I get summoned here.

[boatsights]

[coming to find him as soon as Sariel is . . . okay]

Shuuya . . .

[beleaving]

Absolutely! We seem to be safe, there's no reason not to take the respite.

[liarliarliar]

. . .

I mean probably, if only cuz then you could take a nap which would be good for you. . .

[arsgoetia]

"Sure I helped. It was my life on the line too."

[beginningofwisdom]

I think it may be a common trait of summoning rites in general.

[monere]

[... does seem, genuinely, honest-to-god flustered over that that]

Ah. Thanks. I mean, you too!

[psychopompous]

Do you mean that?

[muffled into Madison's shoulder]

[boatsights]

You know I do. I'm sorry . . . for sending you into that.

[defendless]

[sounds fake when my little brothers and friends are in very danger but like]

Perhaps, perhaps...

[beleaving]

A splendid idea! Though anywhere with you is more than enough for me.

[monere]

Suit yourself.

[starting to eat]

You guys have a fun time in puzzles and ladders?

[boatsights]

[coming over to him afterwards, a little hesitant]

Oh, ah, thank you.