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]

Mm. You'll always be with me, remember? I'll take something from you - - to stay with me forever.

[ he's starting to press that knife tip in, just above his heart. at the same time - - he's still nuzzling into his hand, affectionate, absolutely ready for the attention. ]

[sancrimony]

Right.

[ with a soft laugh. he's already dizzy from pain, what's one more stab. ]

You should take everything of me, though. . . no one else will want it, so it's all yours. . .

[eatsthecanary]

I can't eat all of you...

[ he sounds genuinely kind of bummed like this. he's still so hungry and he does want all of him.

he's angling the knife in further before starting to angle it up some, like he's cutting away flesh and skin around his ribs. ]

[sancrimony]

You can eat more if -- you find me . . .

[ almost - coy, pleasant. he winces, now ]

[eatsthecanary]

I'll find you, then.

[ he's determinedly making way for that, peeling at skin with his other hand, getting access to bare ribs. ]

[sancrimony]

[ gently, continuing to pet him ]

Good . . . good. Good. . .

[ and he winces again, tears to his eyes - physical, nothing more than that ]

Ahh . . . I'm . . . happy . . . thank you . . .

[eatsthecanary]

[ he tilts his head some, as he starts trying to pry his fingers under his ribs, get some access to his heart. ]

Well, of course you should be.

[sancrimony]

[ stutters a little in petting him because that hurts actually. but he keeps it up, as best as he can ]

Of course . . . Of course.

[ mumbled, dizzy ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ but how much does it hurt to have him like

rooting through there, trying to get his hand around his heart ]

[sancrimony]

[ turns out it hurts a lot. not super good at petting but he ends up holding onto the back of his head, whimpering quietly ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ keep petting him. he nuzzles into his hand, aggressively seeking that, even as his fingers curl and tug at the organ ]

[sancrimony]

[ twitching and convulsing a little is petting right ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ :////// he GUESSES

there's no cutting going on to make this easy other than what he's already cut out of his chest so he is outright just, yanking, to rip it out, with all the artery and tissue tearing that includes. ]

[sancrimony]

[ yeah this sucks

Convulsing as his heart is yanked, gasping - interestingly muscle doesn't tear very easily so this will be fun to wrestle through ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ yeah

may give up a certain point and just, grab the fucking knife to stick that under his ribs and saw away at muscle etc keeping his heart in there. ]

[sancrimony]

[ well now he's definitely just twitching and spasming like a fish out of water until he stops, you know, being alive ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ at least he'll stop making this difficult when he's dead gosh

just kind of, keeps his hands in his chest for a bit before finally pulling that heart out, sitting back on Lucifel and licking his hands clean of some of the blood and various gore. before he starts to devour the organ, his nice new shirt getting messy with the blood pulsing out, he can't swallow it all so it goes dribbling down his fingers and arms and chest



it takes a while, it's an awful taste but he's satisfied, leaning down over him for a moment with warm, rumbly purrs ]

[sancrimony]

[ the true tragedy is that he can't pet whisky now ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ true :(


at some point he will gets up he guesses to go murder date Cardigan ]

[artificialinelegance]

[ wandering back over after killing everyone else in the room to sit next to Lucifel's corpse once Whisky's gone

so she can give it a kiss, also.

and also shoot it.

like fourteen times. ]

Listen to me next time, idiot.

[sancrimony]

[ incidentally this makes him less inclined to listen somehow ]

[artificialinelegance]

[ oh my god quit crying you baby

I just abandoned you to be devoured by a wild animal I told to devour you

like what the fuck ever ]

[sancrimony]

[ The wild animal loves me more than you do. ]

[artificialinelegance]

[ That's true. ]

[sancrimony]

[ fuq u ]