Itka inspects Aslynn's fallen body carefully But there is no movement or healing: she is truly, finally dead.
Outside the Stasian field the crowd of Pathfinder agents and Ardis Scholars outside of the energy field begin to shout and cheer. In a minute the containment field drops and those beyond rush forwards. Many move towards you to congratulate you while a few head past your group to treat Zarta Dralneen. For her part the archivist is standing but woozy. "Well, that worked out in the end. It likely could have gone better - I have a bit more of a headache than I'd like, did the first field not work? - but the results speak for themselves. Well done agents." she says staring at the slain hag.
Well done indeed you hear. Waterfall herself strides towards you, her tone jubilent. You have accomplished your mission exceptionally well. Tonight it seems we can once more rest well knowing Aslynn's machinations are no longer spinning somewhere out there. The masked woman carefully picks up of the draught of dreams and looks at you. For the first time she seems to smile from behind her mask. I would like to see this locked away where no other dream-seeking creatures could ever get their hands on it. Just to be certain. But there is time for that. For now head back to camp. You took your own wounds in that fight that should be tended to. And once that is done, it is time for a long-delayed celebration.
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Giving a hard look at Manny, Itka wonders if she needs to stage an intervention with him about "Shylye". Hmp. Seems harmless most of the time, but figments of the imagination can be warped without one realizing it. Even if Aslynn's dead, someone or something else is bound to take her place. What will he do if "Shylye" gets corrupted? She vows to watch him carefully during the upcoming party.
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Being a Calistrian with a vest for life and all of its pleasures she will happily attend the festivities after she has made her self more presentable and changed into more appropriate clothes. She will do her best to get some alone time with Zabu and will remind Manny that he does owe her 'something".
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As the magic holding Aslynn in the air fails, Zabu adds to gravity, slamming her into the ground. It is only when he's standing over her that he realized the fight is over.
He roars in victory then shifts back to his less feral form, spitting hard and wiping his mouth.
"I'm going to need a beer, a whiskey and some absinthe to get that taste out of my mouth," he says with a grin, his teeth still showing some blood.
He high fives Manny but then shrugs. "Wasn't even that hard," he says, though he's still covered in wounds.
He'll check on Zarta because, well, she's Zarta Dralneen, but quickly returns to Atae and leads her off for that alone time while other people with the patience for it clean up the mess he helped make.
Back aways at the camp the other Pathfinders and Ardis Scholars are already popping Galtagne. The agents, researchers, and workers are all jubilant at the mission's success - and for many just as much thrilled that the theories behind their Stasian field worked in practice - and the drinks are flowing, laughter filling the camp and an impromptu dance floor is popping. The massive Star observes the whole occasion curiously. They even try moving in rhythm with the music for a bit, though stop soon after they notice the amount of dust storms that generates.
As the night goes on the celebration continues to rage. Waterfall all night has been mingling and observing but keeping herelf at a slight remove from the revelry. But honestly she's not missed: everyone else has a heck of a time. Revecka and Narcela seem to get closer and closer as the hours pass by. Even Zarta makes an appearance after a few hours, appearing no worse for the wear and despite her ordeal and the desert clime appearing as impeccable as if on a Taldan runway.
She approaches you for a quick hug as she says this odd non-sequitor. As Zarta embraces you, she whispers into your ear kissing a sleeping unconscious woman - dream logic only i'm sure. could even be considered clever if one didn't understand the magic involved. of course should a repeat of recurring ever reach my ears....well im sure only the sweetest dreams would still come to that person
As the hug ends and she steps back a smile still plays on her face. "Now then, these medics are more than accomplished enough. Go, enjoy the evening. You did something grand and should celebrate after all! Just don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she offers with a final wink.
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"Good job, Manny." Manny looks over the desert. The various torches and lights render the city as a glittering jewel against the night sky.
A cool breeze wafts past as Manny looks at his guardian angel. "I think- hic" I drank a little too much. Manny rubs his temples. "But hey, Aslynn's dead, right? That's going to be one hell of a story."
The azata nods. "And this is just the start of what you can do if you apply yourself. I feel your connection to Elysium is growing stronger."
"Really?" Manny grumbles as his stomach growls. "Man, I never drank so much persimmon wine before... I should get to bed. I think I'm hallucinating." He briefly glances at the heavenly figure at his side. "My imagination is going nuts. Nighty night, imagination. See you in my dreams."
Manny crawls back indoors as Shylye's smile fades. "Right, your imagination." She sighs. "It's never easy to watch over this family..."
Shylye spreads her wings as she glows a bright blue before fading from the mortal realm of the Universe, back to her home.