Ideal World Endgame

[idolpro]

Who: Beautiful dreamers
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 271, morning

[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]

[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]

[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]

[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]

[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]

GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS

Comments

[firstworldproblem]

[It is probably best he has none of those, hmmm, yes. And he pets and soothes him for a while more.]

We are leaving, but I cannot carry you. You do not need to reply, but I do need you to help stand up. Alright.

[temperedinpride]

[Just leave him on this floor don't make him move]

[firstworldproblem]

[Not allowed. Guess he is going to try to stand with him and fail!]

[temperedinpride]

[Sorry about that what if we both just live here on the floor now.

Sounds appealing.]

[firstworldproblem]

[How uncomfortable! 'Cuz he really doesn't like people right now save a very, very short white list.]

Lahabrea.

[temperedinpride]

[Don't make him do shit. Don't make him think. Don't make him respond.

Don't make him exist.

He shudders but makes some kind of noise to indicate he hears Emet-Selch at least.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He starts by saying his real name, quietly in as soothing voice as he can.]

Just for a moment I need your assistance. And then you can hide away.
Take all the time you need. I know it is difficult, but I will be with you every step of the way.

[temperedinpride]

[He doesn't like this! You are asking way too much!

But yet. It is Hades asking. So he will make a soft, keening sound of pure grief and try to sit up.]

[firstworldproblem]

[That's a good first step! He helps him. Supporting him every inch by inch to rise at least to a sitting position.]

[temperedinpride]

[Thank the world he still has his mask on! What a pathetic display he already makes without showing his face to everyone.

Not that any of that is on his mind at the moment, won't really be a concern for a while! Currently his thoughts are chaos while simultaneously his mind is... nearly blank.

He leans heavily on Emet-Selch, concentration entirely on getting shakily to his feet. There's nothing physically wrong, but the grief and despair are so deep it is difficult to coordinate his movements.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He ensures he stays as close to him as possible so that his presence is always felt. And step by step, he's trying to get him toward the elevator.

Though it is apparent help is going to be required. Well, the short list that might be able to lift Lahabrea is ... Wildfire?]

[temperedinpride]

[Well as long as he can lean on Emet or a wall he can get down the elevator but from there they're going to need some help.]

[firstworldproblem]

[Well, let's see who his available options are after he exchanges a few words and ... bullets.]

[temperedinpride]

[He's not really going to react to any of that, though at this point he's watching. Probably? Maybe his eyes are closed under the mask.

Really though he's just in a state of blank bsod so nothing is going to get a reaction for a while. Shoot anyone you want honey. Live your best life.]