Silken touch

[Anastasia]

Perception real quick before I type up this next bit.

[Ebiris]

[17:16] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+97
[17:16] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 115 > [d20=18]

[Anastasia]

You find the same expanse as before. The celestial approaches, as beautiful as last time - except he isn't. With the jewel worn, it is a broken, twisted thing, just as you saw previously. A look of bitter, dark anger rests on its face as it regards you, as if awaiting your words.

[Ebiris]

"What is that?" Alicia repeats the question she made before they left last time, pointing past him at the giant corpse-thing on the horizon.

[Anastasia]

The answer comes in a dreadful voice, as it replies, "Death."

[Ebiris]

"Of whom or what?" Alicia asks.

Is there another swarm of things emerging from it this time?

[Anastasia]

Not yet, at the least.

"Everything and nothing," Is the answer, "One day, perhaps."

[Ebiris]

"Wishful thinking?" Alicia wonders. "So what do you do here between visitors?"

[Anastasia]

Kina-ja found what she sought. Colke found what he feared. Malcanthet found what she desired. Alicia found what she needed.

You will not be any of those, Antenora.

In your minds as you hear one voice, the voice of the figure before you replies, "Prepare for the day which is to come, one day, perhaps."

[Ebiris]

He's being very careful about his speech too!

"Did you hear that?" she asks the figure. "Who said it?"

Found what she needed, hm? If you say so, voice. If you say so.

[Anastasia]

There is no response - but the giant far away turns one eye, the color of the dead night sky, starless and bleak, to you.

[Ebiris]

Alicia looks past the fake celestial to that midnight eye.

"Hmmm," she hums audibly.

What will Antenora find here, then? she projects her godspeech towards it.

[Anastasia]

Nothing.

Antenora stands there, spear out as she meets the fake celestial's gaze, as you deal with the giant.

Slowly, the not-angel opens his arms wide, as if beckoning her to a hug.

Antenora stands mute, protective over Alicia.

You will not be any of those, Antenora.

[Ebiris]

Alicia lets out a soft sigh.

Really, they have what they need - haha, I see now - since they made those scissors, any poking around here is really just for curiosity.

"What do you think, Antenora?"

[Anastasia]

"It is, perhaps...docile, maybe more than I expected, possibly," Antenora says this slowly. "Most would expect demons to be more aggressive. Someone who saw this might think this is more resigned if they paid attention."