And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Well we need something to do at these get togethers other than eat, right?

[ #canteat ]

[foundfate]

[He'll find a way to make something you can eat someday.]

What, you don't like Varric's storytelling?

[matchbreaker]

[ Your blood is mediocre gosh. ]

It's a little sentimental. [ No, she's just... it's a lot, but she plays it off. ] How much did any of you guys even know Christo or the fish girl? I mean, apparently you all thought he was really a demon.

[foundfate]

I didn't know either of them very well, no. But we talked, and I'm sad to see them go. You don't have to be particularly close to someone to miss them.

[matchbreaker]

Still, making up whole stories about them? No one's put up a little story about the Ushiromiya woman, did you notice?

[ they aren't necessarily made up, Elda... ]

[foundfate]

[He did notice, yeah. And the uncomfortable look he has is a good sign that he did.]

Fine, make your playing cards then. Maybe poker is what the people here really need.

[matchbreaker]

[ But she's... going to sink in her fangs, so so speak.

Standing in a swift movement, she grins, holding the duct tape ]

Tell you what, boy. You were looking for her ghost earlier. Let's write a hopeful story about her.

[foundfate]

Eh? Me? But I never even spoke to her, outside of that trial.

[matchbreaker]

So what? I only talked to her once.

[foundfate]

[That look, it worries him.[

Well, alright, if that's what you want. Um...

"Kyrie didn't kill for the sake of returning home, but rather stuck by the others until a way to escape was found. Her wits and cunning were quite the asset for the escape attempt too."

Does that sound about right, for the start of it?

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods, and begins... to drag him (or try to) towards the profiles ]

"She helped them find a secret passage, one that led them right to Wordsmith and around that damned shadow monster"

[foundfate]

[Everyone seems to be dragging him around today, so he is very easily dragged and does not fight it.]

"Together, everyone was able to defeat the Wordsmith and go home. Kyrie returned to her husband and daughter, and they had a happy reunion."

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda nods, and starts yanking out duct tape as best one can while one-handed and dragging someone ]

See? That's not a bad one. I wouldn't even mind saying that she got to see her family from down in hell, knowing she tried.

[foundfate]

I'd like to think she didn't end up in hell, that's not much of an ending for anyone's story.

[matchbreaker]

Isn't that where you lot figure all the sinners go? Figure that killing someone because their name came up is a sin.

[ Elda's tone is nasty.

But they are in the foyer now. There's the clock ]

[foundfate]

One, this was supposed to be a happy ending for her.

Two, it's a lot more complicated than that.

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah, how?

[ Elda asks him, keeping hard eye contact for just a moment before biting into the duct tape so that she might put a post it of sorts next to Kyrie ]

[foundfate]

'Hell' is a concept that is different from world to world. the 'hell' I know of and the 'hell' you know of are not going to be exactly the same. So what matters is what the 'hell' of this world is like, since this is where Kyrie died.

[matchbreaker]

She's stuck with this world's?

[ That's...

Really rude. ]

So Alani doesn't even get whatever Bluemother reincarnation or whatever she's expecting either.

[foundfate]

Possibly. It makes the most sense, since they died here. Souls can be sent to their home worlds, though, so maybe the Wordsmith would do that?

[He's. Not going to mention the fact that he thinks everyone is getting eaten, not reincarnated.]

[matchbreaker]

What is he, Saint Peter? What makes you think he can touch up souls.

[ Okay, there! She got the duct tape... ]

[foundfate]

Well, he brought us here, right? So he should be able to put us back.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, but souls?

[ She starts to write the first sentence Watanuki said - it's notable that somehow she has excellent penmanship even with a sharpie ]

[foundfate]

[Well a few hundred years worth of practice would make the difference, for sure.]

Why is that so hard to comprehend? We all are souls, we just have a body to go along with that soul.

[matchbreaker]

Because humans or vampires or anyone can move bodies. Sure, I don't know if anyone can move us across dimensions, that's got to be something more solid than a soul. Who can even touch a soul?

[ Writing, writing... ]