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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[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.

[lifes_sake]

"Whoa," says Cam, bouncing out of the way again. "Look, we didn't come here intending to kill anyone. That guy attacked us. And he had a chance to surrender and he didn't take it. We'd also rather not kill you, now that you mention it."

[pythbox]

This is apparently not a convincing argument.

[lifes_sake]

Cam sighs. He keeps bouncing around. Meanwhile he inquires of the alethiometer whether the remaining mountain angels are dangerous to people who don't have copious boosts and powers the way him and Amariah and Kas do.

[pythbox]

"The mountain remains a danger," says the alethiometer.

[lifes_sake]

"In what way? To whom?"

[pythbox]

"Through their desire to rule in the name of the Authority, to everyone."

[lifes_sake]

Kas, can you get more detail about how the remaining mountain angels are dangerous? It's saying they are dangerous to everyone because they want to rule in the name of the Authority, but I bet it would've come up in conversation before now if 'pissed off angel' were a common cause of mishap for regular people here.

[truthwright]

They don't do stuff directly, that much, says Kas after a short consultation. But they can go anywhere and see anything they want, and they can - encourage. And the shit they encourage is not good shit.

[lifes_sake]

What pray tell is the shit they encourage?

[dark_light]

Enchanting at least sometimes works up here, I could maybe enchant them all into a box like his till they want to talk, says Amariah dubiously.

[truthwright]

Kas goes quiet.

[pythbox]

Wherever the rest of the angels were going, it doesn't seem to be up to Kas and Amariah; there's no sign of them.

[dark_light]

"Sweetie?" murmurs Amariah.

[truthwright]

"I just - wow," he murmurs, shivering.

So I asked what the Clouded Mountain wants, he says into the link.

They want to rule every conscious mind on every world. No dissent, no disagreement, nobody doing anything without permission. Total control. Of everything. Technically they want it all for the Authority, but most of them don't know he's - like he is.

[dark_light]

Shit.

[lifes_sake]

Amariah, your world - do I start engaging these little creeps?