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[killerwaves]

SEE YOU

Welcome to...

Well, this ain't the islands anymore. You might see pieces of the island, a go-kart floating in the distance, the waterfall flowing upside down, a giant lollipop, all floating in what's similar to a nebula in space. Actually, it's closer to the void you've all grown to know so well over the weeks.

Fret not because the air here is breathable even if the landscape defies physics. Scattered throughout the "land" are shadowy portals, each leading to all of your homeworlds, at the exact time you had left off. Manipulating space-time is convenient like that.

Your u-pinions somehow, have survived, and they'll continue to function as an intranet between all of you. Oh, and everyone will gain the power to return to this space whenever they'd like and utilize the portals as they wish.

Your vacation is finally over, but this doesn't have to be goodbye.

(( OOC: Happy Good End Everyone! You all earned this. We hope you had a great time, and from the three of us, thanks for joining us on this wild ride! ))

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[immortalpoet]

...Heh.

[He is taking the picture and staring at it for a long moment.]

I don't know. I might appreciate the new you.

[necrotiem]

Hehehe... Hahahahahahaha! [Some things, at least, do not change.

Waltaquin stops laughing, fingers resting over her mouth.]

You never know how long it will last. Enjoy it now while you can. [But it is probably easy to see that a bell that can't be unrung has been tolled, and if it doesn't last - well, that's because nothing will.]

[immortalpoet]

...Perhaps I will.

[But......]

Waltaquin. A question. Why...did you kill Nona?

[necrotiem]

No answer will appease you, Vergilius.

[She rubs at the blown-out side of her head. At this point the hearing there will probably never return.]

I thought I could somehow make use of the dark powers locked inside her. After our battle with Xiao, I knew I couldn't idly sit by so they could down me in the street like a stray dog.

[immortalpoet]

[Hm. There's a hardening in his expression, but at the same time, he's not overly judging, either.]

So you thought to take it from her by force?

[necrotiem]

Yes, I did. [She will give him this explanation, these straightforward words. Her expression is distant: It isn't remorse, but it's a look of loss from someone who is unfamiliar with it.]

I was unable to, but I really s̷a̶w̷ her for the first time. You could saw I both lost and gained something.

[Alecto, too, but even her necromancer won't speak for her like that.]

[immortalpoet]

.....Fool that you are. Now you'll have to carry that damage with you.

[He lets out a disgruntled noise.]

Honestly, it's surprising I'm even saying this, but you can learn a thing or two from what Lobelia learned.

me just quietly pretending i didn't succumb to a week of death after endgame

[necrotiem]

Mmn. [It's uncharacteristically quiet of her. Yes, she will carry it forever - however long that happens to be. There is a way in which this is something Waltaquin utterly loathes and a way in which it is not a burden but a blessing, incomprehensible to any but those who have experienced it.

In short, it is damage in its purest form, violent and beautiful.]

Oh, really? [Though she doesn't sound as surprised, Waltaquin folds her hands together in front of her, listening intently.] What lessons would you say you have for me?