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Eimhir listens to the news and grimly departs to report to the Queen. Sariel and Luka also get ready to depart—Sariel with Valencia by his side, returning to report to Raphael; and Luka to Hell, although Elli is staying behind. However, for now—they accompany the rest to the small Inn near the train station in Kinbrace, where they left Maon, in the wee hours of the morning.

—there is quite the commotion going on outside the front doors.

(If you're . . . not interest in engaging with that, you can always grab a bite to eat or find a room of your own to rest—it seems someone's bought up all the available rooms, and there's a tab open in the pub.)

[BACKTHREADING UNTIL WHENEVER, feel free to placeholder and we will pick up through the week so everybody can get to everybody!]

The Procession is this upcoming night. Although the party rescued themselves, Valencia, and everyone else in one prison, they have confirmation that there were other prisons, with other people to rescue. Malamhìn, the Leannan Sìth with Naha, confirms that the Procession is to be in a place called Naver Forest, which the previously-kidnapped can confirm they also overheard in a snippet of conversation. Naver Forest is considerably north of Inverness (a good three hours by car; ScotRail has a stop in an excrutiatingly tiny farming village relatively nearby, and it's a half hour walk from there, so that's your best bet). It's certainly, extremely isolated in the Highlands.

Still, it should be fairly simple, unless there's anything people are overlooking. It shouldn't even be dangerous. People will pick a human in the procession and try to take them back. If they fail or flinch, that person will be lost; if they succeed, the person will be saved—but the one who tried to save him will not be harmed either way. Those are the rules.

Although, there is one little thing to get out of the way before arranging transport up there . . .

It's several hours by bus up to Inverness—luckily, Kano helpfully got coffee and McDonald's for everyone, and the scenery is quite beautiful. And of course, the WiFi works. Maon is literally crawling out of his seat by the end of the ride, alternating between half-hanging out the window and squirming all over Fon for attention, but somehow you all make it.

Some rooms have been booked at a motel near the outskirts of town for the day—so everyone can get some rest and some food, which is strongly encouraged, since it's likely to be an all-nighter.

And just as dusk begins to fall—everyone meets up again at the edge of the woods, where there's a pair of familiar strangers waiting.

Edmund, Naha, and Bakura find themselves in what looks like some kind of underground tunnel, surrounded by the partygoers. Many of them, rather than being the friends and companions they'd seem to be during the party, immediately begin to disperse with little apparent interest in each other. Those few who remain have weapons, and are very clearly escorting you somewhere. Of the ones you met, Ràild—no longer wearing his beak and vanishing his feathery cloak with a whirl—and Malamhìn continue to walk alongside you. Malamhìn is keeping quite close to Naha's side, actually, while Ràild walks somewhat in the lead.

They're met by a woman with golden hair piled on her head, wearing what looks like silver armor, bringing Seto from a side corridor. The procession stops briefly as Seto is quickly shoved in with the rest of the captives as the woman turns and eyes the group with a faintly troubled air.

"Ah? Malamhìn, you were tasked with capturing them, not making a relationship binding."

The messages came in late October, from Dr. Alessandro Filangieri—one to David Bellcourt, and one to the household in New York. Plane tickets, and a simple request—

"As soon as possible, per favore. It is extremely urgent."

While Lucia and Kieran had to decline—certainly it's an extremely ominous message to receive from the archangel Raphael, so that's how it came to be that a rather out-of-sorts reunion took place at Filiangieri's office in Edinburgh on the evening of October 29th, 2014—a humble red-brick building between a grocer and a café. The sign on the door says "CLOSED" with no other indication of hours, but it opens as you approach . . .

New York, Spring through Fall 2014
Tristan complained about it excessively to the point where everyone was certain he was doing it to try and distract them, a little—but, a new townhouse was secured, and warded, and kept quiet. The previous one suffered from a mysterious fire—tragic, really, but probably better than having neighbours or potential buyers dealing with unwanted visitors from unwanted places.

Tristan disappeared shortly after, and was gone for most of the summer and fall—showing up now and then, out of the blue, staying for a few days before leaving again. It was obvious to everyone that knew him that he was doing something, working on something, but he wouldn't breathe a word of it, and shut down any conversations that tried to get too serious.

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Maon stayed until summer vacation started, even though Madison was gone. He went to school (sometimes), brought Sitara over for visits, dragged everybody out around town on weekends, getting into trouble and relying on Fon to bail him out of it. He brought home an excessive number of houseplants and claimed a bedroom that nobody was allowed into, that had a tarp instead of a carpet.

He and Sitara went back to Scotland shortly before midsummer. "Ah ken ye'll miss me, bit ah will come back soon~" When pressed about it, he confirmed that he and Sitara had another assignment that took priority—he didn't look too happy about it. "Bit we'll be dane by November, sae we kin hae Christmas th'gither. Yer Thanksgiving, tae! That'll be fin."

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There was no sign or sound from Madison. All Tristan would say when he was around was—"Things are fine, for now. No news is about as good as we're going to get. Don't stick your nose in trouble."

So it was a quiet, unsatisfying summer, leading into Autumn.

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Orange County, October 2014
For the two pairs of newlyweds and their wayward demons in California, the summer had passed with the same sort of expectant strain in the air.

"It just feels weird," David muttered, pushing back from his computer abruptly late one night and rubbing his strained eyes. "To be sitting here working on . . . mundane things when there's, like . . . a lord of Hell slowly draining my life energy, my sister contols an army of demons, there's an apocalypse impending . . .!? Like . . . seriously?"

Kazuki sighed, looking up from the manga he was idly flipping through."You bored?"

"I'm not . . . bored," David protested, glancing over at Kazuki uncertainly. "Frustrated? I guess?"

"I wouldn't blame you for being bored, though." Kazuki replied, sounding a little bored himself and going back to his manga. Almost appropriately, it's a fantastical action type. "But being frustrated works too, cause you're ready to take action and there's a lot of other stuff going on elsewhere . . . that kind of feeling."

"So what are we supposed to do about it?"

Pausing, Kazuki seemed to seriously consider it for a moment . . . then grinned wickedly and opened up the manga to a spread page of EXTREME ACTION GUNS BLAZING EVERYWHERE.

"How about this?!"

David tossed a pillow at Kazuki's face without taking his hands off his keyboard. "Idiot," he sighed.

HELLO FRIENDS! Thanks for your patience 'u' I think that based on highly scientific polling and Zazzle being flat on her face this week (weeeeeh) we're gonna do NOVEMBER 14TH TO 16TH for the next game! Sorry if any plan-changing caused any trouble '^'

We'll put up official-like signups about a week before but officially save the date~ (✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ As always we really enjoy playing with everybody and look forward to it ///

TRISTAN THINKS MOST OF YOU ARE JERKS

Hello, cute friends! It has been a wonderful five years since you started allowing us to subject the lot of you to this PSL of ours (the first game ended on 9/9/9!)

WE HAVE A FEW SMALL GIFTS OF OUR AFFECTIONS that we have prepared, and would also like to announce a game on the weekend of October 24th-26th (for Halloween, without asking that anybody be inside on the actual day of).

As for the goods— we've written two short anniversary fics (though one is for a very long anniversary). We've also made a Demonverse 8tracks mix with songcalls for (most) of the main characters.

And, Tristan has also made you an 8tracks playlist. For all of you poor souls that wondered what he listens to in the car. Wonder no longer, and be burdened by this knowledge.

Thank you again for all of the great times over the years, and we look forward to playing more with everybody going forward too! IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO US /// ♥

Thank you all for playing! We're sorry for running so late, but will pick up endgame indefinitely ♥ We had a genuinely wonderful time running it and lots of laughter and tears on our side. You guys are the best.

Feel free to hang out in our #deadgaysatanists chan for eternity, and if anyone wants to chat game stuff, ask questions in this post, etc., feel free!

ETA: Oh yeah this post was up before the game started for the NY crew and we forgot to unlock it o/

ETA ETA: And the pregame emails between Sera and a mysterious person (aka Valencia)