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guiltrip2023-06-24 11:23 pm
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-06-24 11:23 pm
See you next time
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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He probably doesn't. I think... Medea would like the chance much more. And I'd be happy to know she was spending more time on enjoying herself. Will you be alright in Vasilios? [ Not just the unfamiliar environment. She searches Waltaquin's gaze briefly, trying to gauge how steady the eyes looking back at her now are. ] I could write a letter to a friend, if you wanted another connection there.
[ What Perion would make of Waltaquin is an entirely different question. ]
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Hahaha, do you really think she'll feel that way? [She laughs, but it's genuine, almost eager. Psyche is the one who knows them.] Better to place myself adjacent to someone who understands. I can hold her to her promise if we are close.
[She does look quite hellish, actually - Psyche's empowered healing helped a lot, but she did have a lot of things puncture and explode on her. Beyond that, there is something in her eyes that clearly will not ever leave them, like a soft cloud, like all the things that swim in the water of a pond. It's unlikely she will be safe forever in Vasilios - but it is unlikely she will be safe forever anywhere.]
I will need to forge some form of identity, so your help is appreciated. Have you more deliveries for me to make as your errand girl?
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[ In ways Psyche can't, although there are things Psyche can do... well. She trusts Medea. And she trusts the person Medea becomes when she has people near her to support her.
It feels a little strange and bittersweet, after all this, to be entrusting Waltaquin to Medea too. But who better to count on for this? Medea, more than anyone, would know when action was needed. ]
Oh! Helio will be jealous. Try not to mind him too much. He loves Medea deeply, so he'll warm up to you if he thinks he can trust you with her.
[ Whether that trust would be achieved or not is another story. Psyche smiles and reaches in her pocket to pull out a familiar ring. ]
She'd probably have something to say about you making her your errand girl for this in the first place, but... did you want to give it to her in person?
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What makes you think she won't be the one keeping up with me?
[Ah, the ring. It had always been some strange parcel passed between them, hadn't it? Waltaquin had wanted Psyche to have it, truly, like a piece of glass she dropped into her shoe to see what she would do with it. After a moment, Waltaquin removes one of her gloves, extending her bare hand palm-out to accept it.]
If you give me this you won't have any tokens of our time together, hahahaha. Unless you're interested in either of my artifacts, I don't know how to reciprocate the sentimentality.
... I'll give you something that better suits you next time we meet. I promise.
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You're right. I've always been thinking of her as invincible... I really wish I could watch.
[ The fact that she'd already said her goodbyes as best she could doesn't mean it doesn't still sting a little now. Having to send Waltaquin off like this unknowing, and with no way to visit without making the situation more volatile...
How has she been getting by the past week? Wait and hope. She deposits the ring lightly in Waltaquin's hand and then twines their fingers together, holding on with the ring between their palms. She's opening her mouth to answer when that word strikes her, stealing her breath.
A promise, from Waltaquin. Her grip tightens just a little as she fights the painful constriction in her chest. ]
I could never, never forget you. Even without a physical reminder. I promise, too. But... I'll be waiting.
me pretending i didn't die for like a week
[It would be very dull were everything to become normal and calm once all is resolved. It'll be one challenge after the other... and she'd rather do away with the boring ones before they take up all her time. It's as good as reassurance that Psyche will have a chance to poke her head back in before too long.
Waltaquin looks at their linked hands, a gesture of intimate friendship that she has never had nor desired. It shouldn't make a difference that Psyche will hold her hand rather than slap it away, even when given every opportunity to do one over the other. Bizarre girl. Her own fingers twitch before finally tightening.]
The adventures you have ahead of you I fear will never be my style, but I'll muster the stomach to read every note. [In her hideous way, it's encouragement to write often.] You'll be all right, Psyche. But you won't have to wait long.