[our beach is back! our beautiful beach. she has showered and changed out of whatever hideous outfit i forced her to be in and is instead wearing something simple and comfortable and is out on the beach.
since we didn't get zapped back immediately after judgment, she will want to spend the time left with him (ignores the 10 other pcs i am starting). so we can probably assume they came out here together. her mood is just tired, like she got so worked up and angry and passionate before that she's just out of steam.]
[GOD. YES. WE'VE SHOWERED, NO MORE GORE NO MORE SILLY OUTFITS. also ignores mine, time and space must make way for every CR to have chill vibes at endgame.
Or so we assume. Richie is also in loose clothing, sandals. Assigns them sat down on a blanket, something to drink and share between them. He tugs her in with an arm around her shoulder, cheek to her hair. Breathing soft and even.]
I think if they had ruled anything else there'd be a riot on their hands.
[and maybe he always intended it that way. would have been nice to know before people got upset and worried but also that's not how murdergames work. she will lean against him, wanting to stay as close as possible.]
It isn't right that she'll go back and continue to do whatever she wants, but that is how the tale always goes.
No, it ain't. Fitting though, that hell is governed by a spiteful bitch.
[Harsh words for what looks like a teen girl. But he can't be assed to spare an ounce of sympathy for her. Two months of agony and loss all to amuse her sociopathic whims.
Fuck right off.]
I suppose there's little point worrying about the machinations in place here. Not our circus, not our monkeys. Not anymore.
[no, it's fair. it's not that she doesn't think sympathy could exist for the situation, but she isn't going to waste any time feeling sorry for someone who has that much power over them and chose to exercise it this way.]
The worlds are filled with similar circuses, I suspect. But I've never been inclined to believe I can convince fate to be just, and I think that's worth remembering.
[she got convinced for a while to believe that something fair could come of all of this and things could be better. it's not that she lost hope in that, but she lost hope in it being something that can be asked of and granted by higher beings.]
...I was really hoping someone would have a better solution than I did, seeing as mine is that a man I've known for two weeks and who is absolutely dead set on blowing himself up might have some useful insight.
[gale really probably can do something once they've solved the main problems of bg3 but she doesn't know enough to have any confidence in it.]
[It does...tug at him, somewhat. Pull at a thread that he's not sure he's ready to unravel. Richie may have spent two months under direct sway of gods but it doesn't negate thirty-odd years of ditching the concept altogether. These were former mortals elevated to higher positions, not majestic Others, incomprehensible creatures. It's easier to understand why Gabriel might fold. Why their proverbial Satan is an immature ass. It's not easier to forgive, but it's easier to understand.
Shar and Selune, though. Those are like the gods of myth. Petty and callous but with ties to each other, loyalties and moods that extend beyond the grasp of mortals. Then there's whatever it was that guided his own hands, the fates of his friends, a force so unknowable they hesitanted to put a name to it. Its effects so faint and fickle that you were scared to draw attention to it at all. Those are gods he can't understand, and so can't forgive.
It's unfair. But at least this once, they do get something they've asked for.]
...Sorry, what? [She'd introduced the idea earlier, however.] He's blowing himself up?
[though it's another reason she felt she had to go back.]
He... has a way to dispense with our parasites and the cultists once and for all with magic, but it will cost him his life. The goddess he follows, who he loved dearly, told him to do this, so he agreed.
[another example of gods who ain't shit!!!!]
If I'm there, I can convince him otherwise. I believe we can fight it without resorting to that. But it does put the whole offer at risk, doesn't it...
What is with your deities, Shady Lady? That's downright Old Testament.
[Perhaps not so far off his own myths and legends if he cared to consider them. But this fellow on the brink of detonation is far fresher news than say, Prometheus or Jonah.]
What's the alternative you've got in mind? I don't imagine you've got the business card of a stellar brain surgeon...
[If that were even an option. How does a brain parasite work? It's ghastly stuff, but he can't help that streak of morbid curiousity.]
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Date: 2025-04-06 01:57 am (UTC)since we didn't get zapped back immediately after judgment, she will want to spend the time left with him (ignores the 10 other pcs i am starting). so we can probably assume they came out here together. her mood is just tired, like she got so worked up and angry and passionate before that she's just out of steam.]
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Date: 2025-04-06 03:10 am (UTC)Or so we assume. Richie is also in loose clothing, sandals. Assigns them sat down on a blanket, something to drink and share between them. He tugs her in with an arm around her shoulder, cheek to her hair. Breathing soft and even.]
I think if they had ruled anything else there'd be a riot on their hands.
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Date: 2025-04-06 03:39 am (UTC)[and maybe he always intended it that way. would have been nice to know before people got upset and worried but also that's not how murdergames work. she will lean against him, wanting to stay as close as possible.]
It isn't right that she'll go back and continue to do whatever she wants, but that is how the tale always goes.
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Date: 2025-04-06 05:36 am (UTC)[Harsh words for what looks like a teen girl. But he can't be assed to spare an ounce of sympathy for her. Two months of agony and loss all to amuse her sociopathic whims.
Fuck right off.]
I suppose there's little point worrying about the machinations in place here. Not our circus, not our monkeys. Not anymore.
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Date: 2025-04-06 11:51 am (UTC)The worlds are filled with similar circuses, I suspect. But I've never been inclined to believe I can convince fate to be just, and I think that's worth remembering.
[she got convinced for a while to believe that something fair could come of all of this and things could be better. it's not that she lost hope in that, but she lost hope in it being something that can be asked of and granted by higher beings.]
...I was really hoping someone would have a better solution than I did, seeing as mine is that a man I've known for two weeks and who is absolutely dead set on blowing himself up might have some useful insight.
[gale really probably can do something once they've solved the main problems of bg3 but she doesn't know enough to have any confidence in it.]
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Date: 2025-04-06 03:21 pm (UTC)[It does...tug at him, somewhat. Pull at a thread that he's not sure he's ready to unravel. Richie may have spent two months under direct sway of gods but it doesn't negate thirty-odd years of ditching the concept altogether. These were former mortals elevated to higher positions, not majestic Others, incomprehensible creatures. It's easier to understand why Gabriel might fold. Why their proverbial Satan is an immature ass. It's not easier to forgive, but it's easier to understand.
Shar and Selune, though. Those are like the gods of myth. Petty and callous but with ties to each other, loyalties and moods that extend beyond the grasp of mortals. Then there's whatever it was that guided his own hands, the fates of his friends, a force so unknowable they hesitanted to put a name to it. Its effects so faint and fickle that you were scared to draw attention to it at all. Those are gods he can't understand, and so can't forgive.
It's unfair. But at least this once, they do get something they've asked for.]
...Sorry, what? [She'd introduced the idea earlier, however.] He's blowing himself up?
[what da hael]
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Date: 2025-04-12 12:18 pm (UTC)[though it's another reason she felt she had to go back.]
He... has a way to dispense with our parasites and the cultists once and for all with magic, but it will cost him his life. The goddess he follows, who he loved dearly, told him to do this, so he agreed.
[another example of gods who ain't shit!!!!]
If I'm there, I can convince him otherwise. I believe we can fight it without resorting to that. But it does put the whole offer at risk, doesn't it...
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:22 am (UTC)[Perhaps not so far off his own myths and legends if he cared to consider them. But this fellow on the brink of detonation is far fresher news than say, Prometheus or Jonah.]
What's the alternative you've got in mind? I don't imagine you've got the business card of a stellar brain surgeon...
[If that were even an option. How does a brain parasite work? It's ghastly stuff, but he can't help that streak of morbid curiousity.]