Ardashir ibn Ahmadi | Yasuragi-no-Mikoto (
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Entry tags:
- !days 121-130,
- !games,
- jacob cross,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- ♪ arisato minato,
- ♪ fujiwara katsue,
- ♪ hidaka ken,
- ♪ kadoya tsukasa,
- ♪ kumon kaito,
- ♪ kurusu akira,
- ♪ mutou yugi,
- ♪ ozymandias,
- ♪ shinguji korekiyo,
- ♪ todoroki shouto,
- ♪ tsukinaga leo,
- ♭ * loki and yasuragi,
- ♭ atem,
- ♭ furudo erika,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ kitagawa yusuke,
- ♭ niounomiya izumu,
- ♭ randolph orlando,
- ♭ song hana,
- ♯ angra mainyu,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ kano shuuya,
- ♯ leonardo watch,
- ♯ matoi ryuko,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ miya osamu,
- ♯ nero,
- 𝄳 moriyama shiemi,
- 𝄳 yona
KISSING GAME
Who: idols
Where: game tower!
When: day 124 evening onwards
[ the game alert goes off again! once you’ve all managed to extract yourselves from the fanmail and made your way to the game tower... you’ll find a familiar face waiting for you.
floating roughly in the center of the lobby, seated crosslegged in midair with a scroll unfurled across his lap, Yasuragi is dressed more or less thusly, hands gloved, feet bare, and hair splayed uncharacteristically loose over his shoulders. He looks neither particularly Taisho-like nor particularly regal, but the deliberately lazy poise in the curve of his spine and the curl of his toes is unmistakable. ]
Hello, old friends.
I’d say we’ve come to put on a show for you all, but it’s rather more the other way around, now, isn’t it? Although I’ve come to “host,” the game this time was arranged by my cohort. They’re far too shy to show their faces, but they're quite delighted to act as your audience from here on. One of my girls is with child, so do pass along your well wishes, if you care to.
[ shifts one knee up, lets his other leg dangle, and rolls the scroll shut ]
Well, regardless, you should be looking to impress them soon enough.
[ waves the scroll aside, and it vanishes with the gesture. meanwhile, the rules appear on your phones. ]
Approach all different sorts of people and make nice with them, shall we call it. One per title, and do feel so inclined to pry around to find an appropriate candidate for one or two of them.
[ he smiles. ]
Call it a reward for an oft-scorned talent. I am in the business of something akin to redress, now, after all. To put it bluntly, this lot of mine has arranged nothing but a test of your shamelessness. Naturally, your judges all excel in the area. Give them your very best, now.
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Where: game tower!
When: day 124 evening onwards
[ the game alert goes off again! once you’ve all managed to extract yourselves from the fanmail and made your way to the game tower... you’ll find a familiar face waiting for you.
floating roughly in the center of the lobby, seated crosslegged in midair with a scroll unfurled across his lap, Yasuragi is dressed more or less thusly, hands gloved, feet bare, and hair splayed uncharacteristically loose over his shoulders. He looks neither particularly Taisho-like nor particularly regal, but the deliberately lazy poise in the curve of his spine and the curl of his toes is unmistakable. ]
Hello, old friends.
I’d say we’ve come to put on a show for you all, but it’s rather more the other way around, now, isn’t it? Although I’ve come to “host,” the game this time was arranged by my cohort. They’re far too shy to show their faces, but they're quite delighted to act as your audience from here on. One of my girls is with child, so do pass along your well wishes, if you care to.
[ shifts one knee up, lets his other leg dangle, and rolls the scroll shut ]
Well, regardless, you should be looking to impress them soon enough.
[ waves the scroll aside, and it vanishes with the gesture. meanwhile, the rules appear on your phones. ]
Approach all different sorts of people and make nice with them, shall we call it. One per title, and do feel so inclined to pry around to find an appropriate candidate for one or two of them.
[ he smiles. ]
Call it a reward for an oft-scorned talent. I am in the business of something akin to redress, now, after all. To put it bluntly, this lot of mine has arranged nothing but a test of your shamelessness. Naturally, your judges all excel in the area. Give them your very best, now.
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Or... maybe double or nothing makes it more agreeable?
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I'm game.
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[anyway, in your base.]
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And the win condition is...?
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We can always let the results speak for themselves, but that's a little boring.
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[look.
he has a plan (no he doesn't)
the plan (this is still not a plan) is abilities
... this is not a good plan, he is not a planner]
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A scoff. ]
I'm not sure that's the point of the game, but fine with me.
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[look
also, whatcha feeling, King? we're Eris Alerting.]
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[ Not that it's a SURPRISE.
But when he digs into King's emotions, he gets this:
On a surface level, amusement. Curiosity. Eagerness and exhilaration at an impending challenge.
Beneath that, petty irritation - with the game itself, rather than directed at anyone.
And beneath that, a low-level, always-there exhaustion and simmering anger. ]
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[a bit of a mockery because there's no way King would back down at this point, but hm...
noted.
and then Joker's gesturing with two of his fingers for King to come at him]
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[ He lunges forward before abruptly feinting to the side, trying to whip Joker's legs out from under him. ]
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A bit dramatic, don't you think?
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I'm not prone to jealousy.
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King slides to the left, one leg lashing out in an attempt to disrupt Joker's forward momentum enough to unbalance him - though that makes his own balance tenuous in the process. ]
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