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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📖🖋️ what is your ending? a booth

[malewife]

[ One last booth for the road! But it is of a different nature. It’s pieced together with whatever deada material left and here sits three familiar faces. Welcome to a farewell booth, based on Omniscient Reader’s important phrase, or should it be lack thereof.

what is your ■■? one's ■■ is their ending, dictated by one's decisions that paves the path of their future. every being in the universe has a ■■, whether it's unsaid and silent or it's manifested and self-evident. It is blank to be filled in, for no one person has the same ■■ as another. No ■■ share the same meaning.

There are papers for characters to submit what they think their ■■ is, or what they want their ■■ to be. It can be vague, it can be specific, and if they don’t have any clue what they want to write, the three people here can give your character a ■■. Everyone deserves closure of some kind... Hope.

Joonghyuk is here, with Niah in a new form. It’s still a wolf, but much larger than before, with his black fur emitting twinkles at different angles of light like a cosmos. ]

Consider ■■ a placeholder until it is filled in.

[ It can be explained in the sense that Joonghyuk seemed to have said a word, but it cannot be heard. Despite that, this pause, this short silence, holds so much weight and importance. ■■ can only be sensed and it's sensed through the soul. ]

It is what best describes your ending to the story. If you need an example, I can tell you that mine used to be Eternity. [ Used to be? ] Sometimes, though rarely, it can change. As for what it is now… that’s a secret!

[ And, unsurprisingly, Dokja is of course here as well. After all, where one companion is, not far is the other. Oh but he isn’t alone- Jin is here once more right beside, but no longer the small arctic fox form that she always preferred. Though still a fox, she is a lot taller in size and slimmer, many numerous tails flickering behind her with the faintest glints of constellations on her bright white fur. The gumiho will greet any approaching friend with a little twinkle in her eyes and as close to a smile a fox can manage.

707 is also here with an easy expression on his face as Tom bats at Niah playfully before running over towards Jin to do the same. He isn’t as well versed as Dokja or Joonhyuk about this so he let them do all of the talking. He is simply just here. ]

[ NOTE: There will be a sub-toplevel for characters to write their ■■. These are/can be private and the cards can be taken with them, as it’s sentimental, but oocly I want to have emotions and see characters think about their ending. If characters want to exchange what they wish the ending for another is, they can. ]

submissions

[malewife]

[ Where characters write out their ■■, or put what ■■ they gave to their friends/loved ones! ]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk gives 707 the ending: Self-love. ]

[perceivedrevalry]

[Were he asked ages ago, he probably would have written 'glory' without any doubt. Now he hesitates for several seconds.

...

And ends writing it anyway. Still, that he hesitated before writing it says he's not sure. He can't say the thought of gaining glory and recognition has led his actions these last few weeks...but it still feels right. After all, being remembered as a heroic individual means you did something long-lasting and helpful.

Now that he thinks about it, his legend is the only thing that's left of him in his world. Maybe it really was his ending, and now he should soar towards a new one. He'll figure it out someday]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk gives Xie Lian the ending: Love.

It is not romantic, platonic, familial—it is just love. ]

[nbd]

[ 707 gives Allen the ending: Full life.

as in a life that's full of everything: happiness, friendship, love, sorrow, peace... a life that's full. ]

[nbd]

[ 707 gives Joonghyuk the ending: Final.

sometimes you just want someone to stop slapping that reset button. ]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk gives Allen the ending: Fulfillment.

That maybe one day, one can look at themselves and say they are enough and they've done enough. ]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk gives Flat the ending: Personhood.

To be themself, to make their decision for themself, and to walk a path only made for themself—but it is difficult to define and measure. ]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk gives Bertolt the ending: Future. ]

[nbd]

[ 707 gives Sholmes the ending: Contentment. ]

[malewife]

Seven.

[ He gives 707 a card. ]

[malewife]

[ He's ??? Because Dokja's changed? ]

I didn't know it was possible.

[yueshen]

[ oh the emptiness... this he remembers from a conversation with yoo joonghyuk. he's smiling at the two of them - formerly san lang, now ruoye hops from his shoulder and wriggles free, gladly greeting jin, and then niah both. ]

Would it be shameless, to ask of you what you would think to say? Either of you.

[ he then bows his little head towards seven and tom in greeting, too. ]

[lefthandpath]

[like all Joonghyuk booths, Allen Walker tries to not get noticed. what if slink away and into a window before being noticed.

Rowan, of course, foils all plans by padding up to Niah--a little larger and lighter in color than before but decidedly still her wolf-dog appearance.]

[perspire]

Endings, huh?

[ he sounds pensive as he looks at the booth. not too hopeful at all. idi, to her credit, lowers her head to nudge bertolt forward, trying to get him to keep thinking positively. ]

[escardos]

I'm not sure what it could be for me...

[ it's a bit strange? to see things coming to an end, while life still goes on...

endings will always come. but flat doesn't see this as an ending...if anything, he thinks that this is just the beginning of a new story. ]

I'm not sure what I would want mine to be! I don't think my story is over just yet.

[third_alternative]

...what if we don't want an ending?

[greatdeduction]

Hm? Hm?

[He's tilting his head back ad forth.]

But a detective's work is never done!

[bloodread]

I thought I was done with endings. [ But he's still here and maybe for more reason than who's running the booth. ]

[quiz]

[ HM HM HMMMMMM

taps into her inner kinnie ]

This was a good story, wasn't it?

[uncoincidental]

An ending, huh...?

[sheba observes all of this a little curiously. huh! for most of her life - not that it's been especially long - an ending to one thing has simply been the beginning to another.

she feels like that's probably the case here, too.]

[sponsoredby]

I feel like we're starting a new beginning here, though.

It's something I'd been hoping for all along. It feels more bright that way, doesn't it?

[teenrebellion]

[ he is looking at this unsure of what to do or way with any of it. ]

...I don't think I'm ready for an ending yet.

[bloodyromance]

I'd hardly call this an ending.

[Pfft. You fuckers get endings.]