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“Good! Very good, actually! As that’s all we need!”
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“And then he’s leaving, yeah?”
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“Mmmhm!”
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“Alright. Let’s head out, then.”
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“Yup!” She heads to a door and opens it.
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[i]Cobalt gets up, and leans against the cage.[/i] “One problem with that. Still trapped.”
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“Oh! Sorry!” She releases Cobalt.
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[i]Cobalt clenches his hands for a second, before following.[/i]
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She leads him and Blaze to a moonlit grove, with a table and chairs in the middle.
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[i]Cobalt heads to one of the chairs, and waits next to it.[/i]
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An extremely hairy man glares at him. “Who are you?” “He’s with me.” The woman says
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[i]Cobalt looks out at the figures sitting at the table, not speaking yet.[/i]
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There’s someone extremely hairy, a blueish skinned beheamoth with hair ticking out in all directions, and a chair that sometimes moves on its own.
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[i]Cobalt goes for his Aklex, but realizes he shouldn’t shoot these people, and instead puts them on his hips, hoping it looked intentional.[/i]
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The hairy man laughs. “So this is your proof? A gun-happy robot, and one of your kind?” She nods. “Mhm!…Mr…robot, please tell a story of how Blaze-Son has done good.”
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“First up, not a robot. Second, nobody is perfect, so get that notion out of your head. I’m not going to lie or twist facts so it seems like he is. Third, ‘Blaze-son’ is someone who really does deserve a good afterlife, because he actually cares about others, not just himself. Selfless is an understatement. “
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“Mhm…give us a story then.” The hairy man grins. “I…agree.” The blue man says.
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“A story is a falsification for the purpose of entertainment. I’ll give you facts. I’ve ran dozens of ops with this guy, and on every one, he’s fought honorably, even when the if’s are against him. Civilian takes priority for him, even when it’s idiotic and a major tactical breakdown. The worst I’ve really seen him do is make a bad drink, and treat a civvie too rough when they wouldn’t move.”
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“…hm. But that doesn’t quite mean he’s *good* “the hairy man mutters
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“Any man who inherently puts other’s lives above his own is ‘good.’ The preservation of life is one of the most noble deeds you can do. And this idiot-“ [i]Cobalt gestures at Blaze.[/i] “He would run into a burning building if there were unconfirmed rumors of a trapped civilian.”
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The goddess nods. The blue man nods. “Me….and Old U….are in agreement….that this Blaze deserves…..a good afterlife…..and Valena deserves to be free.” The hairy man sighs. “I…really?”
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[i]Cobalt nods.[/i] “Good decision.”
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The hairy man sighs. “Fine…you now have your freedoms back, Valena.” “Yes!” Her tail and horns quickly disappear. “Oh, now I gotta make the new good vampire afterlife!”
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[i]Cobalt sits down at his chair, and lets them work it out.[/i]
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“Ooh, and I can go to the mortal realm too!” The other beings disapear with a howl, blast of dark, and strike of lightening. “Hm…there’s probably plenty of good places there to eat!”