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momquest: a quest for moms

[ It's another day in Tokyo-D, and the relentless cycle of content generation for the masses goes on; how long have you been filming this drama, exactly? And it's not that it's a bad show, per se, but the fact that it's really dedicated to showing the gritty realities of combat and using practical effects for it is... kind of a lot.

Also it can't decide if it wants to be a show about frenemies or about enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies. Cowards.

And besides, it's not home, is it?

It occurs to you on break at the really honestly lackluster buffet table set up for the actors and any surviving extras that... there's really not that much security on this show, all things considered, unless there's something you're not seeing... ]

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[ She palms one of the fruits, holding it eye-level to study up close before putting it carefully in her bag—ripping a few pages from the notebook she keeps there to cushion it.
(Paper is precious, but not so precious as this.)

Then she picks up another. ]

This is... such a bad idea.

[ Still, the war god chose her for a reason, didn't he?
Amaranth runs the edge of her thumbnail along the fruit, puncturing the skin—then lifts it to her mouth to taste a drop of juice. ]

[ You eat the fruit, despite the fact that you don't know how long it's been here or where it came from.

It tastes delicious, refreshing and nutritious—just that one taste blows away your fatigue and hunger like it was never there, like you could never know such hardships. ]

[ "[T]he woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye," then? ]

Gods.

[ Amaranth presses her hands together and bows again. ] River God, and god who chose me, though you are gone, I thank you for this gift.

[ Now that she has... well, licked this, it feels odd to leave, so she wraps the second apple in paper as well and places it in her bag. And then it's on to that stairway. ]

[ To the stairway, upwards, and upwards still.

Until,

Eventually.

You reach the top.

A heavy door heaves itself open, as if it had been expecting you as its guest and despite its weight and the long wait for you to arrive, it could no longer contain itself. Welcome, welcome. Come see, come see.

Your eyes take a moment to adjust.

Which way do you look first? ]

[ So there is still power here. Perhaps some god of the tower itself, waiting for someone to come worship.

The first question is what is directly before her, isn't it? ]

[ No longer bothered by intermittent glares of light, your vision fully adjusts to gaze into the abyss.

In this high, high watchtower at the edge of this long sealed heaven, you can see outside the edge of the courtyard below, sheer as a cliff, there is a drop down long below—and the abyss is anything but empty. In the blackness, jewelic colors glimmer on buildings too far down to see properly, flares of neon and fire lining boulevards and advertising the dizzying myriad of buildings that jostle against each other, each in a blood-sport tussle for your attention.

Lights that might indicate cars crawl and speed and crash into each other, whirring madly and though you cannot hear the cacophony from this disdainful watchtower far above the chaos, you can be certain below it is pandaemonium.

This sea of life— unlife?— spreads from beneath the view from the gates until it swallows up even the horizon. Below you is the view of worlds upon worlds upon worlds of hells, seen too distantly to know their horrors. From up here, the only thing they look like is alive. ]

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.....Ah.

[ It's something between realization and soft involuntary gasp. Are there more directions she can see from this watchtower? Amaranth slowly turns in a circle, right to left, eyes tracing the view from the tower windows. ]

[ Turning, you see that around you is in fact a city, rising high above the white walls of the Gatehouse. Silver spires climb to heights far beyond that of the watch-tower, with the streets beneath brightly lit and free of shadows despite what logic dictates.

Walkways criss-cross the shining towers, and little half-walkways jut out at intervals, like something might expect to land there. All the windows have been thrown open wide, except for some pale opaque-frosted stained-glass windows in sky blue and subtle touches of gold.

It's a beautiful city, but it's... empty. The windows look into towers empty of souls, the streets sit still. ]

[ Yu-Shan, as glorious as any could imagine, but... it really is empty, then.
What would happen, were she to bring Suri back here? Or the others like them?

For now, though, she turns back to the tower itself, letting her eyes further adjust to the dark. Is there anything else in this room with her? She turns her gaze to the right of the stairway she entered from first—though she'll continue searching right-to-left until if or when she finds something notable. ]

[ Looking around... it mostly seems to be an observation platform, with little else apart from some empty scroll-paper tucked away in a corner for recording purposes. But the view out of the deck seems to be much farther than you could normally see on a clear day—perhaps some celestial sorcery.

Maybe you could see Tokyo-F from here, even, if it's possible to see into all these parts of Hell? ]

[ Well, she'll still check the papers first, on the off chance that the last watchwoman here actually left behind any notes. ]

[ If she took any notes, it seems she took them with her, or turned them in to a superior; it's all fresh paper. Really nice paper, if you're into stationery. ]

[ Sadly, no one has yet converted Amaranth to office supply fandom—though she does indeed appreciate the inherent luxury of such fine paper being used for anything but an expertly-bound book.

So she steps up to the edge of the window, setting her hands on the stones as she overlooks the vastness of hell.

Some questions:
Can she get a sense of how many different domains there are? Are these really entire worlds, or is this Liars vs. Vengeance vs. etc.?
How far does her vision in fact reach with this place's sorcery?
...And, well.... can she in fact see Tokyo-F? ]

[ They're... various realms, and there's a lot of them. Definitely more than two, although outside of the more familiar sights of Liar Hell and Vengeance hell, distinction grows fuzzy since they're composed of far less human ideas.

And, in fact, looking out to see Tokyo-F—

Well, you can't quite see Tokyo-F, not with your eyes, but you can feel something of it, in a way. Like you could just—turn your head and speak to those people who feel closest to your heart.

The question is, well—who are those people? ]

[ It's always her children: her first and final obligation.

Why couldn't she hold on to LiliS?
Looking for them, somewhere in all that kaleidoscopic chaos, is an act of protectiveness—mingled with a kind of distant loneliness. ]

[ there's something, almost like an uneasy feeling in response; like someone isn't sure what's happening, but wants to be prepared for it.

also there's a separate feeling of—confused irritation, and then the distinct response back in Tenn's voice: ]

If there's a ghost, I'm going to be mad.

[ and also Chrys is having a normal one.

no but actually you also get a distinct sense of a question: ]

what is happening? and are you okay?

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[ Why would it be a ghost?

a pause, and then she feels Ayumu.

...You can hear me? There's a kind of emotional background radiation, too: the kind of awe that is a mix of wonder and alarm. ]

[ in ayumu's voice: ]

Seems like it.

[ also, in Tenn's sort of soft way, coupled with a sort of concern about the possibility of Hell Bullshit: ]

...How can we help?

[ a kneejerk reaction, not deliberately broadcast ] (Good girl, Cypress.)

[ anyway, good news/bad news: turns out it's Heaven Bullshit ]

(...Do I need help?)
I'm... not certain. I think I'm in Yu-Shan (furi: heaven).

[ haha uh oh this is going to be an issue ]

[ oh, that. makes her feel A Way. only pausing but not stopping her gun care routine even as they "talk".

but, actually--

-- are you trapped? ]

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assuming this is still on the general "@LiliS children" radio channel

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