[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.

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[beleaving]

Then let's make it a quick errand! I'm sure we can be back while breakfast is still being served. You should eat, after such a day.

[psychopompous]

[doesn't go reeling back this time, just smiles down at her]

[beginningofwisdom]

I see now why you described it as you did. Are all of your crafts aetheric in some way?

[innerdemon]

You're very cute when you smile.

[psychopompous]

. . .

[did LUKA just say that to me]

[innerdemon]

Oh, there it went.

[aethericbody]

As should you. I can only imagine how hard dealing with those amplifiers were.

[psychopompous]

. . . don't make fun of me, Luka.

[aethericbody]

Somewhat, yes. We use aether from harvested pure crystals to ease the process of crafting.

[innerdemon]

I didn't lie about anything. Okay. I'll give her back.

[psychopompous]

[whyyyyyyy]

You—no. Stay, stay there.

[arsgoetia]

He lifts both his hands. "All honesty? I'm loyal to my boss or I wouldn't have been on that train yesterday. But I fought with these guys so I like 'em fine and don't want to see them come to any harm."

[innerdemon]

I don't... go anywhere...

[boatsights]

[he nods]

That's . . . fine.

I think we're on the same side, for now. If that changes, you'll have to leave. That's all.

[psychopompous]

You know what I meant.

[innerdemon]

Okay?

[arsgoetia]

"That sounds like a pretty sweet deal there, Powerhouse."

[boatsights]

P-please call me Madison.

[psychopompous]

. . .

[drags a hand down over his own face]

You are so . . . hard to . . . understand.

[innerdemon]

...Yes?

I mean, you don't ask...?

[psychopompous]

I don't know what to ask.

[innerdemon]

Oh. That's fair.

[beleaving]

It was not pleasant, but not as eventful as you seem to imagine. Nothing to fight, and everyone was very level-headed. An impressive group.

What about your end?

[arsgoetia]

"Hale. Pleasure's hopefully at least a lil yours."

[psychopompous]

[just sighs, closing his eyes and turning his face away]

I want to be close to both of you.

That's all.