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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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Amaranth, are you a ghost.

Amaranth, did you die facing an army of demons single handedly?!!

Don't just jump to ridiculous conclusions!

[ you know who these are.

and also now cardinal's adding additional yelling. ]

Stop leaving Tokyo-F without me!!

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Well, I was trying to break out of the transfer in the first place, you know! But gods, I wish you could have been there—that fight would have been no contest.

[ pause. is that nero. do nero and shrike both think she died. ]

I didn't fall though; give me some credit. If even one of my powers had been functioning, I'm sure I could have stood against all three of them. Fortunately, that power can be sufficiently replaced by earplugs.

[ "is powers not functioning in Liar Hell a thing now" is... a fair question. ]

What were they like? They security or something? And-- how'd you go from fighting demons to landing in Heaven??

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Security, yes. "Cam, Badge 357"—a former angel, so the name is surely short for something. Simon, a former idol, with glowing markings beneath his skin, which he can wield as whips. And a winged woman—I never learned her name, but she's the real threat of the three.

She can summon sound so keen it's painful, and if allowed to sing, her voice paralyzes.

All of them work for Ramiel. He goes by "Furfur" now, but clearly some angels still use the old name.

Almost like Appel, huh. Good to know.

If one of them used to be an angel, how come he can't just follow you into Heaven?? I mean, he'd know where it is, right?

He left the Heavens by his own choice, out of genuine belief that the highest god had failed in his obligation.

He would not wish to go back, and so—perhaps—he cannot. But I think he genuinely wanted to see if I could do it. And some part of him still found joy in knowing that someone truly could.

So... part of getting t'Heaven is really wanting to go there?

You haven't said how you got in.

Nero is right: I got in by wanting it.

[ a beat ]

Well, first, Cam good as dared me to do it. [ and obviously she can't just take that lying down. ]

So I prayed like I would in Creation: to the god who still protects my homeland. But instead of asking for fertile fields, I asked to see Yu-Shan.

[THERE IS AN EXPLOSION OF EMOTION

VALIDATION

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING]

You prayed to a god and it worked?!

You're sure it was your own gods that answered?

The remarkable thing isn't that it worked, but that the prayer song could be heard even from the lands of hell.

I know I don't have any way to truly confirm it was the River God, but there is no other god still living who I could so genuinely strengthen with prayer.

Ah, I'm glad you're okay, but—

...how do we get you home from here? Or should we try to get there, somehow...?

Ayumu (Chrysanthemum) suggested that if prayer brought me here, it might also bring me back.

The River God gave his blessing before, but I can't imagine his power could touch Malfeas. So I tried... well, reaching out to the ones I should be with.

(ah, that sounds like so much... hopefully Shrike isn't bothered by it...)

I apologize for the interruption.

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Oh... well, maybe, we can certainly try...

...I mean, certainly, I'm glad you thought of us, too, in addition to LiliS. Since I'm always grateful to have your guidance, of course I'd want to help you as well. So it's no bother at all.

[ what is praying, in this case? who can someone like her pray to?

and really, isn't Amaranth almost a god in her own right, albeit not one of the celestial incarnae? so perhaps she just needs to believe in her. ]

[The mental equivalent of muttering,]

Man, I haven't prayed in years... I'm so rusty at it.

[ she is giving him a physical headpat. ]

I'm sure you'll do fine, love, I mean, it's probably... a different sort of praying, maybe, if the sorts of religions we practice at home work, too...

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[Well, he pulls his hood over his head, because that's part of Fortuna's tradition.]

Kinda takes on new meaning, knowing I'm praying to my granddad.

I suppose that is... a little odd now that you know it, but there's plenty of places that have a form of ancestor veneration, I think...

[ she reaches over and takes his hand.

Amaranth, we need your strength, and your wisdom, and your conviction. Come home. ]

[He clasps both his hands together with hers, head bowed.]

We come together
To unite as one
Against those that are damned.
We show no mercy,
For we have none.
Our enemy shall fall
As we uprise
To claim our fate.
Now and forever,
We'll be together
In love and in hate.

[But the tug of his heart calls for more than a uniting of brothers and sisters in arms. The Saviour was family. Amaranth was family. It was the most fervent prayer he'd ever wished for, day upon day as a child:

He wants his family. Family should be together.]

[Cardinal prays, wordlessly, to their enemy the god Jehovah Epicurus Donation D'Arouet, the only divine Being they know who understands the deep necessity of the inviolate bond between bash'mates.]

[ holy shit. that's a lot.

and somehow—you can feel something forming, like you're pulling on the end of a rope, connected to something very heavy. but it's like all of you, now, are trying to pull together—

—and with something (or someone) on the other end holding on, it's like you can feel that something shifting closer. Like you're pulling a boat to shore. ]

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