imeeji_frontstage | BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER

BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER - Session 11

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. ]

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Is it impossible . . . ? Surely not. After all, I see others are happy . . . I can see that everyone is happy but myself. So . . . If anything, it must be impossible for me. It must be that . . . I am too wretched to deserve something so precious. I'm sure of that.

That sounds miserable.

[Just kinda blunt. That sounds like it sucks. But also, relateable?]

It is.

[ DUH ]

You decided you were wretched on your own.

[ it's really hard to actually sleep when you two are debating and Lucifel in particular keeps talking shit about himself. ]

Mm.

Are you guys, having relationship problems then?

[Obviously but.]

[ pffhahaha oh wait crap no, laughing hurts nevermind bad idea. ]

He also decided we're having relationship problems on his own.

I'm just saying what you won't say, even when you think it.

[ snappish ]

And, we aren't in that sort of relationship. I won't be humiliated again.

Did someone else break your heart?

He's just stupid and impressionable.

[ muttered, tired, without any venom. he's dying anyways he may as well call Lucifel stupid. ]

Oh yes, so much so that you could keep the wool over my eyes for this long. I'm incredibly dull and naive, of course.

[ ........... ]

This isn't you.

Ah, my apologies. Of course you know better.

..... none of this. All of this is...

[ he can't. argue with you right now Lucifel, he's ... ]

......... if you're going to leave me here to die can I have my hands back?

I don't particularly care, either way.

[ with a catty huff ]

I don't... Want you to leave.

[Starting to panic about that. Again.]

... haha. Even if I tried I wouldn't get that far.. Phoenix. [ if he says your name will you believe him. look he remembers now. ]

The doors are locked, by now.

[ musing aloud ]

[His name!! Hisnamehisnamehisnamehisname.

He takes a shuddering breath and yanks the knife out of one of Loki's hands.]

Touch me.

[ shit. he gasps at the sudden yank, the blade doing more damage coming out. instinctively bringing his hand closer to himself as he curls around it. that wasn't quite what he had in mind. ]

..... you're demanding.... [ but the alternative is probably getting his hand stabbed again. so he reaches up to weakly place his hand on top of Rean's head. the tiredest head pat. ]

[ what's it like to not be seethingly jealous over a dying man ]

Edited (Phone pls kindness) 2018-08-13 11:00 (UTC)

[Leans into the bloody touch with a soft whine.]

[ that sounds like a personal problem lucifel. ]

.... ha... you've been through a lot, huh. [ that's kind of. obvious. but he's lost so much blood his filter is pretty much nonexistent now. it's also getting... a lot harder to actually hold himself up. so he sinks forwards. his hand falls to his side again and his upper body leans into Phoenix, opting to use him as support instead. this is also touching right? ]

What are you going to do... when I die?

Take part of you with me. I guess.

Don't die quickly, please. Loki.

[I can't believe I ntr three separate people this game.]

[ he laughs again but it comes off more like a wet cough. ]

Don't you think that's a selfish request?

I... Maybe it is. But I still...

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