Superhell: Zelgadis

[polyglotti]

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[polyglotti]

[It's all one big piece. The books are attached to the bookshelf.]

Yeah, I was debating what to do with that. It wouldn't be too hard to make it into an actual bookshelf, I think.

[hardrocklife]

Guess that figures, for this place...

Not sure it's worth the effort if you're leaving soon, though.

[polyglotti]

Yeah. I guess that's something to do if we get stuck here.

[hardrocklife]

We won't. We'll get out of here.

[polyglotti]

...yeah. We will.

[She truly wants to believe that too.]

Until then, want to stay here with me?

[hardrocklife]

... If you're okay with that...

[polyglotti]

[She makes a little 'pfffff' noise.]

Of course I'm okay with it. Or do I need to kiss you again to get the point across?

[hardrocklife]

It might help.

[polyglotti]

Well, come here then.

[She is not on the bench anymore. He's going to have to lean down for kisses, even with Tuuri on her tippy-toes. She's at least patient enough to not grab him and tug him down to kissing height.]

[hardrocklife]

[all right, he'll lean in, putting a hand on the back of her shoulder, as if to pull her in a little closer.]

[polyglotti]

[Once he's close enough Tuuri is going to reach her arms up to go around his shoulders and keep him down where she can reach while she presses her lips to his.]

[hardrocklife]

[well, this time he'll manage to be less awkward, and actually lean into it and kiss her back.

after a few moments, he pulls away slowly.]

I'll get my things.

[polyglotti]

[She's a little sad to let him go after being apart for so long, but she does and she steps back.]

Okay. I'll clear up some space for you here.

[One of the shelves will be traded out with an empty one by the time Zel returns, so he has a spot for his stuff.]

[hardrocklife]

[when he comes back, she gets to see the things he's brought:

- very little clothes.
- a guitar case, with a guitar
- some books. Go The F**k To Sleep is among them.
- an ironic blanket
- a pink bracelet with a glass ornament
- a 😈-stamped box that has been heavily sealed with many layers of duct tape and has DO NOT OPEN written on it in marker.

he puts these on the shelf but gives a lingering, uncertain look at the last thing.]

[polyglotti]

[Yeah she. Is staring at that last item.]

Did they say anything when they gave it to you?

[hardrocklife]

Nothing more than usual. It didn't do anything at the time I received it, but I sealed it just in case it started working again one day...

[And it turns out that actually happened, so boy is he glad he did.]

It's a Hellmaster's Jar. A vessel for a soul.

[polyglotti]

[Hilariously that sounds like it belongs in hell, so she just. Accepts it.]

It's probably best to keep it locked in the box then, yeah.

[hardrocklife]

[he nods.]

Sorry... Wasn't sure what else to do with it.

[he's not going to leave it in the room for poor filbo to find...]

[polyglotti]

[Imagine if Filbo died a third time because of Pandora's Zelgadis' box. Imagine.]

It's alright. I think we can keep a dangerous artifact locked away.

[hardrocklife]

Good... okay.

[can't believe she let this guy into her home and the first thing he does is bring in this incredibly cursed jar.]

Looks like whatever was sealing all of my own powers has lifted, too.

[polyglotti]

You have powers?

[She pauses, and then she hastily adds more.]

It's not an insult, I know you're strong! I just thought that it was all physical, that's all.

[hardrocklife]

[he shakes his head -- he's not offended. honestly, it's been nearly two months without his magic.]

Yeah, I'm a sorcerer. I usually rely on magic more than I do on my sword.

[polyglotti]

...huh. And here I thought you were primarily a swordsman.

[This is why he's a twink.]

[hardrocklife]

I do a lot of both, really... I know a few enchantments I can use on my weapons to make them more effective.

[polyglotti]

That could be handy, if we end up having to fight our way out of Hell.

[She'll stay back and hold the cats, it's fine.]