post-dungeon regroup

[discutio]

[Obviously, they had to pull back and recover; Phoenix thought it would be best to head to the pseudo-headquarters in Invidia and settle back into the mansion to recover as well as consolidate what they all knew. There was a lot to get through, and a lot of recovery to be done by some of them. He'd need to talk to Etoile, thank Ariel, thank Medic again--]

[...But for now, he just about immediately collapsed on a couch and decided he would exist there for a while. You're on your own for food this time, kids.]

Comments

[emberserker]

But then if you think that, then what makes you special or not? Some people are just meant for success! Did we all awaken by chance, too?

[discutio]

Nothing, I suppose. Does there need to be something that makes one special?

[emberserker]

But --

[She digs into her palms with her fingernails and groans.]

Ugh. It doesn't make any sense to me.

[discutio]

Very little of this whole predicament makes sense, truthfully.

[emberserker]

That's sure enough. But we should be on the right track now, and at least we aren't trapped in Superbia.

[discutio]

Indeed. We've an insurmountable amount of work ahead of us and will need to exercise an abundance of caution, but it's still something.

[emberserker]

Regardless, she doesn't seem to have followed us back. Although I'd hesitate to leave anything important up here anyway, after all that nonsense in Superbia.