Epilogue

[lesmodsalouette]

EPILOGUE

Your stopped time has restarted. Whether you were in the grassy field or fighting for your life on the castle grounds, you'll suddenly find yourself in an untouched area of the gardens. Ish is back, and so are the items, and the dead.

You return to Chateau Ambregris with the certain knowledge that come Monday, you will greet a new week, in a home of your own choosing. No longer will the chime of the clocks hunt you down, no longer will the oppressive scent of roses haunt your senses, no longer will you be forced to watch the death of those you've come to love and hate.

Parting is such a bittersweet sorrow, isn't it?

Make merry one last time, in this castle of illusions. Ironically, your memories of this stolen time that never existed are the one thing that will truly remain to you.

END NOTES

🔮 All dead are revived as tsukumogami! Congrats on your immortality(?)
🔮 Any other contracts made with Ish will be honored
🔮 Characters may choose to leave for any world they desire.
🔮 Time has not passed while you were stuck in this loop!
🔮 There will be no cross-dimensional world travel, except for on Samhain (Witches New Year October 31st/November 1st). On these dates, Ish will enable everyone to visit each other's world freely.
🔮 Universal Communication will be possible, courtesy of Manba and Ish. Everyone who wants one will be given a small fox that can communicate with other foxes through voice and video; the foxes can talk and are fairly simple creatures, enjoy them and give them fried tofu once in a while.
🔮 Powers are on for the finale, but Ish will step in and yeet anyone who gets too out of hand back to their homeworld, so play nice! (or relatively nice. )

[OOC: Welcome to your epilogue! The timeloop is ended, the evil has been defeated, and you have some time to catch your breath in the castle before the rest of your life begins! ]

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[siffriend]

[ (You missed him so, so much!!!!!!!!!)

There's only a small sound of protest at the ruffling, if only because Siffrin's taking off their hat to make sure it doesn't get too creased by the rough housing, beaming a small smile up at Cain regardless. ]

Me too. It was... quiet, for a while. On that side.

[ And they missed how loud Water Lily could get. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain stops at the sound of the protest with a quiet "oops" of his own. Forgive him, he's just excited.

Still, the grin stays on his face, and beneath the tone in his voice is a laugh he won't quite be able to hold back for the rest of this conversation.

Despite the topic, of course. ]

Yeah. Same here. Things got pretty quiet after you...left.

[ The memory is grim, but that's what it is now—just a memory. Siffrin is back, and that's good enough.

Cain leans over and rests his arm on Siffrin's shoulder, the perfect height to rest on for him. ]

But you're back, [ if only for a moment, before they're meant to return whence they came, ] and free from your wine prison! What do you say to grabbing some booze and having a chat, huh?

[siffriend]

[ (You can think of nothing more you'd want right now.

... Though, you wonder how quiet it could've possibly been after. It wasn't like you were the life of the party...) ]

Please. It'd be nice to catch up a little more, since I'm not a knife now.

[uiscebeatha]

[ It just goes to show how much losing Siffrin impacted them. Though naturally loud Cain may be, even he found himself a bit quiet as he mourned them.

That feels so long ago now, though. Things feel so much brighter in this moment. ]

Oh yeah— [ Cain slings his arm over Siffrin's shoulders instead, a clear sign that they're buddies, and starts guiding them both towards where the good booze is. ] What was that like? Being a knife.

[siffriend]

[ There's been no flinch and there is none now, though Siffrin's hand comes up to shyly hold Cain's. He's so much like what Isa-- could be, wants to be maybe, (if he wasn't such a coward), that their traitorous heart squeezes tight.

(Is that okay? You don't know.) ]

Kinda fun. Flinging around was pretty useful, even if I kept getting stuck, and I think if I'd had more time, I could've carved something with myself. [ ... ] There is, um. A price though. As long as my knife doesn't break, then I won't die.

[ ... Cain is the first person they've told. ]