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Afterlife PSL: Lilith and Samael
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worthallthisSoldat struggles up the riverbank with a vague, bedraggled confusion. Rivers shouldn't have banks. They should be deep cuts in the ground, manufactured more than developed. And it's dark, but it's not too dark, not the kind of dark they expect from a dead world.
Does that mean they made it? Is the sun going to come up on Beacon at last? Is the World Eater dead? They didn't see, the explosion flooded their perch, and now--
--now they have no idea where they are or what happened. They sink to their knees among the trees to pull the lantern off their shoulder, but it looks undamaged, nothing worse than the two small cracks from the Asset and from their second death. Sora's wayfinder charm and Owl Friend's safe passage charm are even still attached, still whole, somehow. Water streams from the metal arm, but it doesn't feel like water made it past the shielding. It'll be fine once it dries out.
Looking up, there doesn't seem to be anyone nearby. Had they been thrown that far? Had the lake washed them up on some other shore, far away from the others? Their tablet has no signal, when they check it, though all the music and notes are still there. (Hate to lose those. Hate to lose a lot of things. Mission. Yeah, pal. Mission. I'm getting up.)
They struggle wearily back to their feet. Time to find the others.
Does that mean they made it? Is the sun going to come up on Beacon at last? Is the World Eater dead? They didn't see, the explosion flooded their perch, and now--
--now they have no idea where they are or what happened. They sink to their knees among the trees to pull the lantern off their shoulder, but it looks undamaged, nothing worse than the two small cracks from the Asset and from their second death. Sora's wayfinder charm and Owl Friend's safe passage charm are even still attached, still whole, somehow. Water streams from the metal arm, but it doesn't feel like water made it past the shielding. It'll be fine once it dries out.
Looking up, there doesn't seem to be anyone nearby. Had they been thrown that far? Had the lake washed them up on some other shore, far away from the others? Their tablet has no signal, when they check it, though all the music and notes are still there. (Hate to lose those. Hate to lose a lot of things. Mission. Yeah, pal. Mission. I'm getting up.)
They struggle wearily back to their feet. Time to find the others.
