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Had she blinked? Fallen asleep? As air filled her lungs, muscles stirred across her upper and lower back, it certainly fight like that might have been the case. Sounds popped and laughed and spoke and rustled through her ears. Those hadn't been there moments before. The darkness, the silence... the tower. In that instant, she remembered. The pillar, the Voice, her status as a fragment of another, someone else in the tower with her. But. She was still here.

Where was..?

Her eyes opened, the light of the pillar making her blink a few times to adjust. It... was all back to normal. Her senses, anyways. The facts of the situation were still... fact. There was no time to dwell on this though, nerves prickling as she registered the sensation of cold-- and someone squeezing her hand. Purple eyes wide, she turned quickly towards the source, struck by the reality of sight. A boy. There was no hiding how her eyes skimmed across him, curious to finally see whom it was she'd held so tight to in her--what she assumed to be--final moments. Pale skin, horns, tail... cold, icy. Not a bad combination. Her expression softened, happy to see he'd... survived. Her tail curled towards his legs, an act of affection in response to his words. Thank you. Her mouth opened to... well. She wasn't quite sure what she was first intending to say. When he lifted her hand like that and kissed it, it effective cut off her thought process.

....how long did they have here again, exactly?

Even if they did not truly exist, she felt more alive in that moment than she had in... quite some time. "It... it's very... nice to meet you, Spinar." Her voice came out slowly, an airy laughter accenting it. A smile tugged and pushed at her cheeks. "I am... Agsilved." It had struck her as awkward to give her full name, but to only give the nickname did not seem proper. If only there was more time...

Her eyes shut briefly. Find others. She glanced around quickly, trying to find others from the Violet Kingdom. Others she felt she knew. And yet. The idea of letting go of his hand made... her quite sad. "Yes... but...--"

It was then she noticed another girl behind him. Her eyes widened slightly before a reassuring smile flickered into place. He had others to speak to, as did she. Her wings settled around her shoulders, tail moving back to sway behind her. "I should go... speak to some of the others." She gave his hand a squeeze. "We... can speak again."

It was an act of impulsive, reckless behavior. But it was easy to lean towards him and lift herself up, letting her lips lightly rest on his cheek before leaning back and stepping away. He had been there when she thought herself alone, given her comfort in a moment where she had nothing else. A kiss and a smile seemed insignificant against the weight of that, but it was all she could give in thanks.

If only they had more time...

Turning from Spinar, and nodding in brief greeting to the girl behind him, she began to search in earnest for those she knew. Fragments, but people to her. Lives to her. In this world of fragments and false memories, they were friends. They were people she had to say good-bye to one last time.

"Joachim? Temes?" Her voice rose, hoping to reach them. "Where are you? You'd best not be waking up in some water somewhere..." She swore, that last part was meant as a joke....

They were not the first she saw, but she did recognize one. Millie. A warm smile lit her face as she approached the Knight, resting a hand on the other girl's shoulder. "Aha~ I was wondering if I was the only one here from our... interesting group." Having thought themselves dead and all... "You did well. The chalice, the combat... I know it might not be much to hear now... but you've done well."

"But you did," he answered, in a manner that could either be perceived as sultry... or just plain idiotic. But he passionately believed it was the former, just as much as he passionately believed that the only thing missing from the moment was a little bit of music to set the mood.

"Has anyone ever told you," he purred, still a breath away from her face, with a strum of the Lute -





As if on cue, Song proceeded to hack up a hairball.

He wasn't sure how he felt about breathing again, but here he was, whole and without pain, breath rising and falling in his chest, bioluminescent eyes peering around as he looked through the room, catching little flickers of familiarity in the faces. It was a little tricky to pull them from the silver that now was worn by everyone, but when you lived most of your . . . psuedo life, second psuedo-life. . . you got used to remembering faces.

Catching sight of the woman who - when he had met her - wore blacks, he breathed a small sigh of relief, having felt a small pang of worry when he finally found his way in, that his attempts to soothe her had left her in the afterlife, stuck with no Elysian to find her.

"Fancy finding you here." He said quietly as he walked up behind her, looming softly, tail swaying behind him. "It's rather beautiful, isn't it, everyone together as they await their walk through the gates to Elysian," He spoke, his voice soft and with a dreamy like feel to it.

"I'm glad you made it."

It didn't matter if she was of whatever Kingdom - they shared something together - a lasting moment, a death of a sort. He was just tired, his fragment had seen enough, but, this little bit of kinship kept him around - her, and the ones known as Remi and Sparrow, were what kept him singing.

Say what you would about sky elves, but they were great kissers.

He remembered her, the girl who was always following him from town to town. In his drunken haze he never found the time to ask her who she was, what she wanted. But he knew now. And he wanted the same thing. Which was to make out a whole lot more.

"She's an alchemist, right?" he muttered quietly under his breath to Song, who gave him a long-drawn out sigh of confirmation. The Bard knew the handbook well. 1/26th well, at any rate. He'd memorized all the songs through A in the List of Songs By Profession.

"Baby I'm glad you did. Because you see, Mimsy..." He played a few furious notes on the lute, paused, and hastily tuned it. "Nope. Wait. Here we go-"

"With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic!!!!"

Riley suddenly had the urge to kill two hunters.

"I want to celebrate and everything ... I do, but ..." She looked up at her brother with big, sad, cliche eyes. "What about after this?"

Her forehead smacked onto his chest and just remained there. "What if you're not my brother over ... over there?" She gestured to her left, at nowhere in particular, still keeping her head on his chest. "What if I don't even know you- or or- what if there IS no over there?"

She looked up at him. "Get what I mean?"

After looking for Harland after what seemed like several lifetimes, Alastair was getting frustrated and angry. It wasn't a true anger, it was an anger fueled by fear and anguish. What if he never saw him again? What he never found him before his time ran out? Harland would never know how much he cared for him. Alastair couldn't even remember a single instance he'd said the L-word to Harland and that fact formed an agonizing regret that tore away at his gut relentlessly.

His tail was whipping back and forth as his impatience grew, as his gaze snapped from face to face without meeting its goal. He clutched the white jacket in his grip so tightly that his claws might have torn holes in the cloth. Finally, Alastair spotted him. He charged towards Harland with a furious stomp as if he intended to violently knock him out.

With each step the relief of finally being reunited with Harland was overwhelming his urge to punish him for leaving in the first place. The assurance showed itself on his face with tears as he threw his arms around the man and buried his face in his neck. At first, he was speechless, but he held on with whatever strength he had left. There was no way he was letting them get separated again.

"You're an a*****e. You forgot your stupid jacket." He finally managed the shaken words despite the tears. "And your stupid boyfriend."

This would have been a sight that warmed his heart had Thackery truly understood what all of this meant. Even when the cards were spread before him, he ignored them in favor of the door just past them. It was a pleasant experience, seeing everyone interact as they were, but stirred little more than a normal day within the Violet Kingdom. He just watched, waiting for nothing in particular. At least he thought he'd been waiting for nothing in particular, until he felt the little arms around him, pulling him into the smallest and most emphatic of hugs.

"Jove!" he cried, reaching to pluck him up just as he had during more dire times. Instead of running off with him this time, however, he spun him around once and hugged him close before gently setting him down again, hands resting on his shoulders.

"I'm so happy it worked and you're here," he blurted, realizing too late that he probably shouldn't have admitted his lack of confidence in his decision to push him into Elysian. A crooked smile broke past his shame and he gave him another pat on the head. "You did well. Thanks for being so strong for all of us."

Remi's confession merited a look of cheerful confusion, his head shaking slowly as it went completely past the realm of understanding. Very little of what he'd said made sense to a King who still fought the inevitable, his sights set on something he would never have been able to obtain in the first place.

"Well, of course you're here! This is what I wanted! A kingdom where nobody left!" He laughed, amused with how silly Remi could be sometimes. "I don't know what you mean by all of that other stuff, though. Maybe you need a longer nap." His suggestion was sealed with a nod and a gentle brush of the backs of his fingertips against the kitsune's cheek. "We don't have to wait for anything now. We're at the beginning of the most perfect thing that could ever happen! So smile, won't you? I know you're really good at smiling!"

Beyond him, he could just barely make out what he thought was one of his fellow Kings. Even if it wasn't him, he called, "Hiii, Aymet!" as per usual, waving for him to join them if he wished.