Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

Comments

YOU DESERVE THIS

[nachosquire]

[Marco takes.... a while to just get it all out. It's been a long time since he's cried so hard-- and honestly this isn't just over Lekme. It's over... Everything. The heartbreak, the torture, dying alone outside in the dark with those monsters and having to relive such a traumatic experience again. Just... He cries for everything. Loud and hard.

And when he feels like he can talk, it's shaky and muffled as he keeps his face into Lekmet's robes.]

B-but... But I couldn't be there for you.

[angelgoatdemon]

[God, he wishes he could undo the worst of what had happened. No one, no kid, deserved to go through these painful blood rituals. He wouldn't even wish it upon his worst enemy. The shadows, oh the fucking shadows that haunted him from the week they were allowed Outside, til his dying breath in dismaland.

It was over now, but the path to recovery is tough. He had faith, though, his kids were tough.]

I-I couldn't save you, either. I...

[...]

[nachosquire]

But I'm alive, Lekmet! I'm still alive!

[He's heard a lot of people apologize for what happened to him, blaming themselves for it happening or feeling terrible about not being able to help him. But that's-- he doesn't want to hear any of that. So what if he lost an arm? So what? It'll never be the same as losing your life. Permanently. Or losing someone you cared about. Permanently.]

We could--- we could use the scissors! We could make a portal and take you out of here and...

[He trails off, because he knows that'd never work. It never would.]

[angelgoatdemon]

Marco, you died once, and that's still one too many.

[And Lekmet's still failed, seeing the jacket sleeve neatly tied up.]

There- there might still be a way I can visit. It's not as frequent as it would with scissors, but it'll be better than nothing.

[There's an old memory of his that sparks to life. Something he remembers from one of their earliest conversations in the Manor.]

...I have a theory. It probably doesn't make as much sense as Omnitraxus would put it.