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?"

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[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.

[truthwright]

Mmmm, predictable results.

[lifes_sake]

Cam's still following the flock of angels and the harried demon.

[dark_light]

Amariah enjoys the predictable results but does not permit them to go on too long; there's stuff to do and there will be time later.

Oh, damn, she can't make wishes here, she has to actually tie her silks back on. Annoying. She does it anyway.

[endragoned]

They get far enough below the flying mountain for Aianon to teleport away.

He does that. Back to his beloveds.

[pythbox]

The flock of angels is confused!

They mill around for a few seconds, and then half of them fly back to the mountain... and half of them converge on Cam.

[lifes_sake]

They're clear of the no-teleporting range; Cam stays out of their reach. "Guys," he says, "I'd really rather just talk, can we do that?"

[Amariah, Kas, incoming half-flock.]

[small_magics]

Aianon's beloveds are of course glad to see him unharmed by his escapade.

[pythbox]

"Murderers!" howls an angel, and the remaining half of the swarm keeps after Cam.