WE'RE STILL HERE AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FOR GRUMP'S SAKE

[ahelpingpaw]

[Well today was quite the unusual way. Filbo pretty much went into his room and collapsed on his bed and just fainted because hey, everything that happened? It's overwhelming. Bluuuuuuuh.

A few hours later, once he recovered somewhat, Filbo just goes and gets paper. This is a ridiculous situation, but...hey, no matter what, stuff needs to be done]

I know today was a really weird day, but let's try to gather and see what happens. There will be ice cream at the ice cream parlor in half an hour. With everything that happened we really should try to at least not forget we need to stick together for whatever reason.

---Filbo Fiddlepie (pawprint)

[Geez.

Well, he goes and does exactly what he said: this time it isn't booze, it's all kinds of ice cream available for anyone who comes. The tables all have spoons and water because really, this is going to be a whole lot of sugar for everyone. Better this than alcohol, especially since things clearly have gone off the rails one way or another, so may as well gorge yourself with ice cream and try to gather your wits for whatever the next week can bring]

Comments

ice cream parlor

[sivard]

I know what you mean. If I only had my artes, I could have taken that thing on.

[Probably not, actually, since wind is weak against fire but when has that stopped Zaveid.]

[magycks]

Ugh, don't remind me. I could transfigure his very soul into an effigy and then set it ablaze like [ snapping her fingers ] that. And now? Useless apotropaics and ice cream. I might as well be buying crystals.

[sivard]

It's a lot of bullshit, if you ask me.

This should have been over when Reika killed Jack.

[magycks]

Should've, but won't be. Jack wasn't the one truly orchestrating the ritual, which means all of this is still on. Reika just gave him a fun little meat suit.

[sivard]

...We don't even know who we're up against right now, do we? He didn't give us a name, though Jones clearly knew he was around.

There's a big difference between some sort of spirit and a god, after all.

[magycks]

And names have power over both.

... I mean, gods less, obviously, but still. I'd ask Jones, but chances are he's going to keep his multifarious mouth shut.

[sivard]

...you're right about that.

There's a reason the leader of the Empyreans [...] er, the "gods" of my world, doesn't have a name. Though I'm fairly certain he was sealed away some time before I showed up here.

[As for Jones keeping quiet...]

You're right that he probably isn't able to say, but maybe it's possible to get him to point us in the right direction to find out what his name is anyway.

[magycks]

Well, I'll leave that to the Davy Jones best friend squad... but you have a point. Heart held in escrow aside, if I had a boss like that, I'd kill him.

[sivard]

I've only spoken to him briefly, so it's not like I'm in much of a position to do anything about it, either.

But I guess our new "Captain" is our primary concern right now.

[magycks]

Oh, he's something, alright, and once we find out what I'm going to banish it to the furthest reaches of Cocytus.

[sivard]

I'm not gonna argue with you about that.

There's only one way to stop this crap from continuing, and that's sealing him away for good.

[magycks]

You have any experience with that?

[sivard]

Not personally, but I know that was how Eizen and his buddies were able to stop the nameless Empyrean from destroying the world. He's never talked to me about the how part, though.

[magycks]

Bluh, of course not. Personally speaking, my background in trapping people within inanimate objects is extensive--

[ Magica spent 15 years trapped in her worst enemy's most prized possession. ]

--but it's nothing without my powers. Still, it would be fun to stick him in a nether realm inside one of those clown dolls.