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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)

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[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?

[sancrimony]

[ the pain doesn't subside but his wounds do start to knit together ]

We can heal ourselves, of course. My own wounds are already repaired.

[ though his clothes are pretty wrecked, and one can see the makings of dragged handprints underneath ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Jeebus what exactly happened to you? Maybe they weren’t similar scenarios]

Was your final score result of a miscalculation or...?

[sancrimony]

We intended to have that result.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ha! Hahahahahaha]

Who did you try to bail out last minute?

[sancrimony]

Heart Soldier Senshi and pep!pep!, though the latter was always intended.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You’ve too much heart, Lucifel.

[sancrimony]

[ with a reflexive smile, ]

If only that was enough, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You’d be truly dangerous if that was all it took.

[sancrimony]

I'll have to seriously look into it, then.

What of yourself? What of future is now?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

We rolled the dice in the final round.

Didn't work in our favor.

But also didn't up disastrous like what happened to LiLiS.

[sancrimony]

How many did you give away, then? Or, how many did you have steal from you . . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Two and two.

And we were 9-strong going into the final round.

[sancrimony]

Do you have any ideas as to who the culprits were?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It doesn't matter.

We knew the risk.

[sancrimony]

[ dry, ]

So I shouldn't be looking to knock down a few doors?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Avenge when it's actually fucking meaningful. This is like a stupid papercut.

[sancrimony]

It's a joke, a joke. I have a greater target for my vengeance in any case.

[ with a pause, closing his eyes as he snorts a little, quietly ]

My, my. I'm talking too much. Then, with you wounds healed, I'll see you later, Intensity-sama.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good. Make them suffer.

[Half-wave to Lucifel as he goes to sort his own shit out]

[sancrimony]

[ i don't think you want me to do that

with a tilt of his head, a bow as he watches him go and then goes to find other people to heal ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How do you know? Maybe he does!

Anyway.

Take care of yourself, Luci. In your own weird usual capacity]

[sancrimony]

[ somehow "make all humans suffer by forcing them to become salvationized" does not seem like an excellent thing to do

also absolutely not. perish before your two wives ]