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]

I'm keeping a piece of him for myself.

[ he is in fact taking the knife he has in his hand, holding Wire's wrist and putting it down against the ground. like he's bracing to cut off a piece of him ]

It'd be lonely otherwise, wouldn't it?

[sancrimony]

Lonely. Hah.

[ he bites down on his lip, looking hurt - blinking back tears - and he moves to kiss hiryuu, too. she deserves to have a final greeting before she goes. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She's already dead!!!!! this is just weird luci ]

[sancrimony]

[ LISTEN HE HAS SOME ISSUES ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ You, specifically, need to find Jesus. ]

[sancrimony]

[ eh.

he is japanese jesus so.

anyway while whisky is getting decked on the head by dandy he's going to cut off wire's left ring finger,

and then after pocketing that, go for hiryuu's left ring finger, ]

[artificialinelegance]

[ FUCKING

roll of 9, just fucking sprinting from abi's body to knee him right in the fucking jaw ]

[sancrimony]

[ 5 so he's too slow to not be punched in the jaw

but he stills, face pressed to her knee, and he gives her a pleasant smile ]

Santa-san? What's wrong?

[artificialinelegance]

Don't fuckin' touch her!

[ don't say she's mine don't say she's mine don't say she's mine don't ]

[sancrimony]

[ he's still like, right here, so he just snaps the finger off, twists it, doesn't let his hands stop moving ]

Why? She's dead. It's just a corpse. Do you care about her that much, now that she's gone?

[artificialinelegance]

She's -- she's my princess! I already died for her once, I ain't fuckin' -- fuckin' stop that!

[ KICK KICK KICK FUCK OFF WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??? ]

[sancrimony]

[ ok you can kick him off of her but he's holding onto that finger tight, like it's a spider's thread, and he's keeping his hand up to try blocking those kicks and he laughs, bitterness in his tone ]

Aha! You love her? You love this corpse?

[artificialinelegance]

[ why does fucking everyone get to kiss my princess except me?

why's this princess got so many people grindin on her what the fuck ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ HE DOESN'T EVEN, THAT'S THE CRAZIEST PART. ]

[eatsthecanary]

Wouldn't it be? At least this way I'd keep part of him with me forever.

[ he's going to brace Wire's hand flat against the ground before taking the knife and cutting off a thumb ]

[sancrimony]

. . . That's not a bad idea.

[fiberoptic]

[Wire's head rolls to the side against the ground once Lucifel lets go. His eyes are already empty and dead, even if the last of his body had to take a few more seconds to catch up. But in those sockets, the sight of Whisky carving off his finger was the very last thing to imprint itself before the darkness spread up his neck, and over his face.

Everything was hot and cold and once, and then there was nothing. Only a charred body covered in his daughter's blood.]

[bevoted]

[ there's. the sound of metal scraping against the ground.

and while Whisky is distracted by desecrating a corpse, Loki brings Wire's shovel down on the shitty cat's head.

or attempts. it's more like his shoulder since Loki rolled a 2. ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ fucking RUDE

he's hit and is pretty jarred but he's pretty immediately twisting to try to stand ]

[bevoted]

[ he doesn't have his gun anymore so guess this is going to be a shovel-murder.

in any case he's just going to attempt to brain him with the shovel again. he rolls a 4 again and that's a tie so i guess decide to do whatever with that. ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ I'LL GO WITH 4 FOR THE TIE as a hit but not enough to keep him from rolling up, with a breathless sort of laugh, holding the knife out at the ready; ]

I missed you.

[bevoted]

[ ...... eugh. he hates him. he hates the twist in his stomach at the idea of being missed. he can't tell if it's disgust or something closer to elation. and he hates that most of all.

with a low growl he tries to smash this damn shovel over whisky's head one more time. this time with a lot more force. rolled a speed 8 nevermind fuck the dice rolls ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ THAT'S A MORE SOLID CONNECTION but he manages to block with his arms --

and fucking jumps at him, knife still in his hand, aiming to slash at that arm holding the shovel ]

[bevoted]

[ he thinks he has it--! until he doesn't. he stumbles back, but it's not quite enough to stop the knife from slicing through skin and a good layer of muscle. the shovel drops with a clang.

disarmed, he scrambles to try and grab it again with his not-fucked arm. ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he takes the chance when he sees it; stepping forward again, trying to swipe at his feet with his own and get him down while he's scrambling for that spear. ]