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[idolpro]

Who: idols
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 129, noon

[Today those who answer the call will find themselves in a medieval war room -- stone walls with banners in the unit's colour surround a bare wood floor with a single, large table in the center, lit by a simple candle chandelier. Outside you can hear a bustling courtyard, full of soldiers and citizens shuffling about with palpable tension.

Upon the table is a blank map, and nothing else. Take your seats.]

(RULES | ROOMS | WINNERS | ENDGAME)

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You know what burns more than arrow wounds and the itchiness of the ink that shifts and forms over his skin?

Feelings.

Feelings are a mistake.

He's just going to check on the rest of FiN (and a +1) and then bounce the fuck out of here]

[rollplayinghouse]

[You're certainly better off than some people, and that's nice, but how did you lose a point, you were fine!!

After she rushes over to him, though, she just pauses in silence and watches the ink move over his skin]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's forms a three-headed dragon though only one head is visible creeping up his neck due to the sheer amount of clothing he wears.

It is very obvious he doesn't want to be here, but has too much pride to keep moving once he's been spotted]

What?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Even after another pause she still looks like she's not even sure she wants to say anything. But eventually, very neutrally:]

You guys were doing okay. But you threw it. To try to protect Heart Soldier Senshi?

[unbr8kable]

[Cannot argue with that unspoken statement

Mostly just looking over to see if he is actively leaking]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He is not.

Also checking her over for--- well, whatever the producers are deeming punishment for this game]

The NPCs are lousy shots.

[unbr8kable]

[Her clothes are scorched and ripped, though there's enough layers that it's hard to see what's going on beneath them]

Not lousy enough if you ask me.

[Rubs at a particularly sore spot between her ribs, but seems satisfied enough that he doesn't seem any less intact than she does]

...How were your new guys?

[asonoficeandfire]

[what even happened]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Our calculated risk fucking failed. Not that he's surprised.

Giving Duality a once over to make sure he can make it back to the hotel]

[asonoficeandfire]

[he seems. fine? he looks sort of uncomfortable and feverish, though. but he's standing and doing his best not to touch the burns, one of them catching on the edge of the burn scar on his face, traveling a bit down on his throat]

So others deemed it fine to steal from them instead?

[malignstar]

[ Previous sobbing mess and equally injured is just looking to make sure he's still in one piece ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What the fuck were you doing?

[malignstar]

[ Sounds not entirely with it ]

... following... the consensus.

[purrrnicious]

[Crossing her arms, uncomfortable.]

Hey. Let me know if you want stuff. You know, later.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just looks absolutely baffled at this point]

The fuck? Is this "assuaging guilt" stuff?

[purrrnicious]

Uh, no? We didn't play on your unit, and I don't do that. Pretty cheap to say "stuff" is gonna make up for a death, isn't it. . .?

Forget it.





[Turning to go, then.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ was going to give him space, just looking him over to make sure he's basically alright, but he makes a surprised "hm?" sound when he sees the tattoo shift and moves closer to get a better look. ]

The hell is that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The physical wounds only irritate him.

More importantly, there is the start of a three-headed dragon tattoo running up his neck]

The hell is what?

[Because yanno. He can't see it]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ puts a hand to his own neck to indicate where he's looking ]

I dunno if post-game fashion statements are the new thing or what...

[sancrimony]

[ not before I heal you motherfucker ]

Intensity-sama.

[ offering his hand for him ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Fuck off. He just wants to go stew in his pit of emotions in peace. God. ALL OF YOU PEOPLE.

That is to say, he takes the offered hand.

And notices that Lucifel is in a similar state]

Lucifel.

Who fusses over the White Mages when they get injured?

[liarliarliar]

I can't believe you fought Cupid and I missed it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is such a look of relief when he turns around to see B uninjured. One highlight of this shitty day]

Arrows are a terribly ineffective way to kill people. Doubly so if fired by third rate npcs.

[arealeyeopener]

Aw fuck.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

We didn’t die. If that’s any consolation. Nor did we allow ourselves to be at the mercy of anyone but ourselves.