we are not truly immortal

[dark_light]

After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.

Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.

"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"

Comments

[truthwright]

[Is grilling this guy really getting us anywhere?] wonders Kas. [Look at him, he can barely talk.]

[dark_light]

[Yes, that's what it looks like, but if he used to be a god I'm not sure how this happened and it could also have not happened, goodness knows I'd consider faking broken if someone had just killed one of my allies and was questioning me under lie detection - let me know if the alethiometer can effectively substitute for him for the questioning.]

[truthwright]

[The alethiometer says he is exactly as fucked up as he looks. What else do you want to know?]

[dark_light]

[Okay then. I guess he can go on sleeping in his box then if that's what he wants.]

She steps out of the area. [Will an enchantment clear this mist? It's annoying.]

[truthwright]

[Alethiometer doesn't know.]

[dark_light]

[Mind if I try it?]

[truthwright]

[Go for it.]

[dark_light]

Amariah tries it.

[pythbox]

The mist swirls obediently out of the way.

[dark_light]

Good for the mist.

[lifes_sake]

Cam zooms down, looking for wherever Aianon's got to.

[dark_light]

Amariah circles the summit of the mountain in search of lurking angels or other items of interest.

[pythbox]

There is nothing.

[endragoned]

(Aianon is some distance below the mountain, continuing to not do much about the horde of angels battering at him.)

[dark_light]

"Well," says Amariah. "That was briefly very exciting, wouldn't you say?"

[lifes_sake]

"Angels!" calls Cam. "You're not accomplishing anything!"

[truthwright]

"It was," says Kas, looking admiringly at Amariah.

[pythbox]

It is excruciatingly obvious to everyone that the angels are not accomplishing anything.

That doesn't mean they're going to stop.

[lifes_sake]

Cam sighs. [After we're out of the anti-teleporting field you can just pop out.]

[dark_light]

Amariah winks at Kas.

"And now all the witnesses are clear of the place and nothing particularly emergencylike is going on."

[endragoned]

[I suppose I can,] he says.

[truthwright]

"Let's have sex!" says Kas.

[dark_light]

"C'mere!"

[truthwright]

He goes there.

[dark_light]

Predictable results ensue.