FAREWELL

[grigori]

ALL GOOD THINGS must come to a (golden) end

WELCOME TO THE LAND OF PROSPERITY

Morning comes, and the world is alive.

Rays of warmth gently reach out to a place that has never seen the sun, bringing with it more vivid color than the world has seen before. The sky is clear, free of clouds and smog and gray, a picturesque scene to welcome a new day, a new life. The voices of the harpies welcome the dawn for the first time with a soft but joyful song, their voices light and sanguine as they take to the skies to sing of freedom from the powers they've always feared and served.

Drawn out by the familiar voices of the harpy, lifted into something beautiful, something heartfelt, are the ghosts that were hidden within the caves. Despondent, hopeless, beaten down for aeon by the harpies, they peer out into the open world that the bomb's explosion created. They watch the sun rise on the Land of the Dead - a sun many have not seen since time forgotten - and there is new hope. Slowly, one by one, the ghosts of the long dead and recently dead alike, those that have been ferried across to the resting place created by the Authority, begin to walk out into the sun.

And, just like that, they begin to fade to Dust, smiles on their faces after so long in the dark. The gold drifts in the air, to rejoin the world anew. Free will, intention, knowledge - soul.

The Tree of Knowledge thrives in the light, the last of the Dust of angels a perfect fertilizer to make it grow and stand tall over the participants of a competition they never chose to join, its branches blooming with flowers of white. And the participants themselves, all of you...

You, too, are alive. The icy touch of the ghosts has faded into something more natural and warm. Color returns to faces, and even without the touch of magic, all wounds are healed. You are alive. Your story will continue, and your happy ending awaits.

It's just across the river, and Charon is ready to take you there, through clear air where the mists have lifted. And when you finally arrive...

...Your souls are here to welcome you home. Even those who have lost that part of themselves will find it again, waiting at the docks to find their way into your arms the very second you step out, another second away simply too much to bear. And at last, your daemons shift, one last time, to settle on a form you may or may not have seen before - and you know, in your hearts, that this is a good thing, something natural, something to celebrate, no longer the herald of trauma or some misdeed.

Beyond the docks, the suburbs buzz with an energy it hasn't seen before. The ghosts, like your own, feel more warm and solid and real. The lost and misguided have a spark of hope in their eyes, their delight at the changes in this world unmistakable as they point to something, a little further out. Follow their gazes, and you'll find the source of their excitement easily.

A window to another world. Two - three - and more. As one person reaches out, a city on the other side slowly changes to a field of flowers. A small village changes to a desert market, through which the merchants wave people to come in, come in, they'd love to see you. Through another window, an empty and barren world littered with rubble shimmers to instead show a world filled with water and memory, perfectly intact, and someone new steps into this world to embrace a familiar face among the crowd.

The windows stabilize, allowing everyone to come and go as they choose. The Land of the Dead is no longer a prison, after all - merely a waypoint, just another stop along a journey that need only end when wanderers are ready.

What some might call an end, after all, is often a new beginning.


Welcome, travelers, to your golden end.

Dead and alive both have been revived, injuries healed, and powers returned to normal. Your daemons have all returned to you, though they will settle into one form, and will no longer shift - though this form does not have to be one of the three taken over the course of the game, and may yet be something new entirely.

Keep your coins! A new symbol has taken the place of the clock face or comet that marked your teams - a great, blooming tree. With that, you will be able to return to the Land of Prosperity at any time, and visit any other world that you wish to see.

Your characters are free to continue their stories however they choose - in their own world, or another.

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Comments

hm? 1/2

[rerouter]

[Happy Golden End, everyone!

Can you hear something rattling? It seems to come from within Monika's satchel, right after the world stabilizes. She pauses whatever the fuck she's doing with a frown, shoving one hand to dig through her satchel while Pygmalion yips. When she pulls out the source of the rattling, it turns out to be one (1) necklace made out of glass, stained red and cut to form an umbrella shape. It vibrates in her hand.

Enough, in fact, that it promptly rattles out of her grip and drops to the ground? Smash.

Oopsies.]

2/2

[evocationary]

[the necklace shatters!

which, like. would be bad, normally. but the world is stabilizing and as the dawn climbs up the sky, the warmth of the sun rolling across the plane - there's a touch of gold, and a burst of light, and then:

a flame, in the shape of an elf, appears, slowly descends to the ground --

and very abruptly and ungracefully drops in a heap. oof.

a beat, and then a very disgruntled, poofy-haired lup sits straight up, and squints.]

... What the fuck happened.

[uncoincidental]

[sheba just straight up launches herself at lup for a hug]

LUP!

[evocationary]

[WAH JESUS CHRIST HELLO

lup squawks, and then absolutely catches her with a startled laugh.]

Oh - oh, hey, baby girl, hello?

[uncoincidental]

...hello!

[sheba is just going to go with that, because she's so happy to see her again that she feels like she might cry. she buries her face in her shoulder and holds on tight.]

[senjinrouha]

[ THERE SHE ISSSSSSSSSSS. ]

Talk about scaring us all in one swoop.

[evocationary]

[she's like, in a heap but]

What?

[senjinrouha]

[ y'know what? someone else can break it to her she died. yuri lowell has done his time. ]

Don't worry about it. Good to see you? Have a nice nap?

[greatdeduction]

[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[HE'S PICKING HER UP AND TWIRLING HER IN A HUG!!!!!!!!!!!]

[evocationary]

[oh my god she's laughing at this, squawking - but she's into it, holding onto him.]

Hey! Hey, wow, you're all acting like I died or something!

[greatdeduction]

Well...um. Yes.

[And he's putting her down, gently.]

I was so deathly worried!

[rerouter]

Oh, my gosh!

[HELLO? Their emotional support elf!! She immediately offers a hand to lift her up.]

I'm so happy you're alive!

[evocationary]

[well, lup will take that hand, happily.]

Was I not? [...] Huh. Wild.

[her coat that she is wearing squeaks, under the collar. not a frog squeak, a different squeak.]

[rerouter]

Ahaha... We lost you for a little while. But what matters now is that you're back.

[flurry where is our greg

but monika tilts her head after picking up on the squeaking, confused.]

... Is it me, or is your coat, like... squeaking?

[callalilies]

Lup!

[ fuck it, he's skidding down onto his knees to wrap his arms around her fast and tight. sorry? ]

[evocationary]

[ohhhhhhhhh very soft, kaeya. she squawks, for a like, third time, but he's very warm and she's super cool with that. a touch hesitantly, she wraps her arms around him in return, laughing.

she is getting that something very bad happened, at this point.]

Gross, you missed me so bad.

[callalilies]

Yeah, I did. Call it gross or whatever. You're too important not to miss, troublemaker.

[ just as polaris pops up behind her with his big, mottled head and licks her face. ]

Re: 2/2

[yueshen]

[ AAAAAAA ]

Miss Lup! [ RUNNING HE'S RUNNING OVER ] You're okay!!

[evocationary]

[she is probably a heap on the ground but she just grins up at him.]

I - yeah? Apparently! Hi. What did I miss. I feel like I missed a whole lot.

[sponsoredby]

[ And even if he didn't know her well, he's still glad she's here. Alive again. He smiles and nods in her direction. ]

[evocationary]

[she waves in his!!]

[bloodyromance]

Oh hey, Lup, we thought you were dead.

[He just raises a bottle of wine at her in cheers.]

[evocationary]

Well, here's the wild thing: I think I was!

[but she says it cheerfully.]

What's up, my dude, share some of that.

[supremity]

[ after other people have flocked to her, hua cheng crouches down at her head, peering at her. his huli jing flanks him, also looking down, its black-brown ears perked straight up. ]

Hey there, stubborn ass.

[evocationary]

[immediately she reaches over to poke his daemon. like a dick.]

Hey there, smart ass. What's up. Enjoy the floor with me.