BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER - Session 9

[idolpro]

Who: Exael and the rest of you lot
When: To be inserted into the timeline after completion
What: Betrayal at the House on the Game Tower

[ The GAME ALERT and map show on the screen of your phones— idols, you know what to do!

The Game Tower elevator doors are open to receive, and close once they have you in their confines and the broadcast monitors click on. You can keep an eye on the city further and further below you, as watch with your host's introduction to today's game.

At the very least it's not Mukuro's face on the screen this time. Instead it's Exael again, pigtails bouncing as she hops up from a grand low bow— it looks like they cut part of her broadcast spiel for you guys. With a showman's flair, she twirls and splays her arms as the camera zooms out to focus on a grand mansion, more Hollywood glamor than anything belonging in Tokyo.

"Summer has come to Tokyo, and so has the season's specialty: The Trial of Courage! Step right up, and charge right in because waiting won't help you at all! Here is a place even angels fear to tread! Azzy's very own, The House of Mirth and Betrayal! This place has a sordid past that casts a shadow as long as the valley of death, and soon our Idols will be adding their own pages to the tale!"

The elevator stops atop the central tower of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building and then lurches unpleasantly, wrenching itself out of where elevators ought to go. The sudden movement jolts you, and when the doors open you spill out into into a room.

Hopefully, with not too much time missing. ]

Comments

[eatsthecanary]

[ he catches glance of them and his ears perk Right Up ]

-- Cardigan. You're not crazy, are you?

[deicider]

No, I'm fine.

[They have this SPEAR though.]

Are you? You look like you've been murdered a few times.

[eatsthecanary]

[ dry; ]

I'm really going to need a new outfit at this rate, aren't I?

[deicider]

Who was it...?

[eatsthecanary]

Your unit, actually. I don't think they're all right in the head.

[deicider]

[There is no one here from my unit who I want doing murders.]

Sorry. Do you feel like getting revenge?

[eatsthecanary]

[ too bad it's been like 3/3 of your unit doing murders ]

No.

I just don't want you to leave me.

[deicider]

[Uh.

Yeah they're going to assume Whiskey is nuts. Cardigan keeps this revelation off their face.]

You can stay with me, but I want to keep moving.

[eatsthecanary]

[ he seems!! frustrated!! steps forward ]

Why? You know there'll only be more of them out there. People who'd want to hurt you.

[deicider]

[Steps to the side, near the exit. Thy do with under the guise of rummaging through some of the clothes.]

You know I can handle myself. We should find another shirt for you so you're not scaring everyone we run into.

[eatsthecanary]

[ stepping closer, as if to inspect for himself ]

Someone shot me even before I looked like this. It really doesn't seem to matter.

[deicider]

[Cardigan throws themself at Whiskey, whipping the butt of their spear toward his head with a 7.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he doesn't quite manage to dodge that on a speed roll of 4 which dazes him some but he's immediately pressing forward again, trying to stab at them after his brief little recovery; for a might roll of, 2


he did not get an athlete's stats ]

[deicider]

[There was a shooting pain in their leg every since they picked up that phone—Now it buckles, just in time for Whiskey's knife to catch them. They don't even yelp, just immedaitly try and kick Whiskey off of them with an 8]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he's kicked off for a might roll of 0 -- he stumbles back, some distance between them, but he's watching them with interest now that they buckle. ]

I don't see why you're struggling. I don't want to kill you.

[deicider]

[I am just going to say with a measly speed roll of 2, they don't manage to get up again right away.]

No?

[eatsthecanary]

I know you probably don't trust me at this point.

[ but look!

he leans down, drops the knife, holding up his hands. ]

I just want one thing from you.

[deicider]

[Pressing a hand to their stab wound.]

Which is?

[eatsthecanary]

[ he drops to be on his hands and knees, so he can be on their level, crawling a few steps towards them before holding out his hand as if requesting to hold theirs. ]

[deicider]

[Swallows; not sure what to make of this display. They take his hand, try to surge for an attack—and just end up half-falling into his arms]

[eatsthecanary]

[ fuck yes. whisky is LIVING

he wraps his arms around them, nuzzling up against their jaw, their neck. not hurting them, at least not yet, just seeking that attention. ]

[deicider]

[They don't have space to use the spear so it's just their bare hands. They twist in Whiskey's arms, body jerky with adrenaline—and fear, actual fear; if their leg keeps not cooperating—Doesn't matter, Whiskey is right there and Cardigan is going to try and bare-hand strangle him with a 3. Their heart beat is off the walls.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ 3! so let's say they get their hands around his neck but it's not strong enough of a hold that Whisky's deterred, in fact just pressing forward, shifting his own hands to grab their elbows and --

pauses to try and bite and then sink his teeth into their shoulder, near the crook of their neck where he had been nuzzling. ]

[deicider]

Ah!

[It takes a long moment for the particularities of the pain to settle in. Before they realize what Whiskey is doing. It clicks into place: Whiskey had said he didn't need to kill them, so what he's doing... Cardigan shudders, body taut, anticipating the moment when Whiskey's teeth tear—it's all they can think about, pulse rabbit-fast, skin hot but they're frozen in place by the need to know, what it'll feel like.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he exhales out through his nostrils, at feeling them taut, feeling that anticipation from the way Cardigan's body tenses under him. his teeth sink in deeper still, and it's not easy, human teeth are blunt -- not quite meant for this -- which already mean there's quite a bit of tearing, hot blood welling up under and around his teeth, staining Cardigan's clothes.

and then he does tear, jerking his head to the side in a violent movement to be able to sever the flesh, pull back with the chunk in his mouth with a satisfied sound. ]