Initiative.

[trustmods]

The Conductor - Solf J Kimblee - is dead. You've won. You have three new keys, a philosopher's stone, and twenty-three mysterious potions at your disposal. You've had enough of people leading you around, haven't you? So now it's your turn to take initiative. What will you do now?

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[ninehundredlives]

You!

[HUGS! And then shoulder smacking.]

Oh my god, I hardly even realized you were the last sane person left until you were gone! Did you see that?

[perpend]

[He hugs her tight. It's hard for him to act all cool and collected when he hasn't seen her in far too long. He shakes a little, but he's keeping himself together.]

That bastard was so damn persuasive, he was getting us on his side, too.

Dio thought, and I agreed, that we could get him to fix this damn mess.

[.....]

I'd been standing next to you the whole time. When the Conductor started to use that magic of his....

Well. I couldn't just let him kill you.

[So the reason that attack didn't work? Him. Partially.]

[ninehundredlives]

[...Cabanela literally does always attempt to throw himself between other people and death, doesn't he? And for once, it worked. Holy shit.]

Really? I - thank you. You didn't need to...

...well. The kids keep on saying I should take help when I need it. So - thank you.

[perpend]

You're... you're welcome.

It went so fast, I.... I know I wasn't the only one to dive in front of one of those blasts, though.

[.....]

I thought I was going to be really, truly gone. But I woke up not long after. I'm so glad you're still here, Susan.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm glad you're here, too! I really thought we were all going to die - after they all trusted him like that! He didn't deserve a second chance, but they were going to give it to him anyway.

...I thought I'd just let you all down.

[perpend]

We....

We thought we could get him to cooperate long enough to get us out of here.

[Dio was going to kill him and to be honest Cabanela was completely willing to just look the other way while it happened.]

He's dead, then?

[ninehundredlives]

[Oh.

Oh............um.]

Do you remember that sword Tabby gave you? It was in your room, when I - was there.

[...is this a bad time to mention that there may be a smoldering sword just kind of sitting on the autopsy table in this room]

[perpend]

The sword....?

[....Well. That sure is a sword just sitting there. Um.]

Dare I ask what happened?

[ninehundredlives]

...I may have stabbed him.

[It's a blur, sir.]

[perpend]

That's.... impressive.

[She stabbed him with a fire sword, holy shit.]

[ninehundredlives]

Did I tell you I've been murdered before, Inspector? I don't like giving people the opportunity to try again.

[perpend]

You did, yes.

I don't blame you at all for not wanting to take chances.

He didn't become a ghost, I don't think, but then again maybe he's one right now.

[...]

He can stay that way.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm glad you all missed him, then. I'd wondered. But if the lot of you killed the shadow thing, I thought you could at least hold him off while we went to get you back.

I wonder what the distinction is...none of Lisbeth's class were ever ghosts either, were they?

[perpend]

I'm nooot sure. It doesn't sound like they were.

He didn't seem like he believed in such things, so maybe something about us changed it? Though Lisbeth was around.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe there was something different about her. Or he just fucked it up, playing with life and death like he did...I guess it doesn't really matter. It worked out for the best. I'm sure we'll be able to find everyone a way home, too.

[perpend]

If we can find a way out of here, and find a way to keep in touch....

It would be niiice. One of the few good things to come out of this mess.

[ninehundredlives]

It would be. I'd hate to lose touch with everyone. I don't really know what I'm going to do after this. I promised Ashley I'd go help her take care of some things back home, but after that...

Someone will probably have to talk to Rick about it. Someone who isn't me. [They're not on good terms.]

[perpend]

I'm sure someone will.

It'll be possible for all of us to stick together. Somehow.