Avaritia Arrival Log

[cancrymods]

AVARITIA

It's Vegas, baby! Oh wait, I already made that joke on the location page... With Esme's iron-fisted reign brought to an end and the Executors given time to take a very well-earned break, it finally comes down to descend to the next layer of Purgatory. Thankfully, with this being the group as a whole's second descent, things are a little less nerve-wracking this time around... maybe. Hopefully. ... Probably. Welcome to Avaritia. Feel free to use this arrival log to chronicle your initial misadventures in the Greed Layer of Purgatory. As noted in the location page, several locations will require further investigation if you'd like to get some information on them, so get investigating! Drop a comment down to the Investigation Request subheader if you'd like to explore. Get out there and have fun!

Comments

[alcahest]

[ so his avoidance was deliberate, then. Mona feels a sting of hurt that is nevertheless easy to let go of — she doesn't know his reasons or what he's feeling, and she won't judge him for this. it would be absurd to take it personally when he's been avoiding all of them, though she would have hoped he might have said something to her before he did. she knows she didn't, when she pulled away from everyone, but then he was the one who spoke to her and reassured her, and...

well. she's not going to call it hypocrisy. the least she can do is offer the same hand to him, now. ]

You haven't come home... I was worried.

[ she reaches for his sleeve, but it's a slow, cautious motion. she's not going to push him if he feels that he needs space, or he simply doesn't want her to touch him. he can back away all he needs to, and she won't blame him; it's a familiar feeling for her, too, one she still can't explain. ]

[schardynfreude]

Ah...

[He's hesitant, at the reach. Flexes his hand, stiffens, but...but it's Mona. He'll not hurt her by pushing her away.

At least, not yet.]

Has it...been long? I've been...

[Here. There. Wandering. Aimless. Heedless of the passing of time, which is familiar, too familiar now, not that it matters, what does it matter-]