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imeeji_frontstage2018-08-09 11:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- !days 021-030,
- !games,
- bride,
- jacob cross,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- xia igarashi,
- ♪ [_____],
- ♪ ace,
- ♪ ariel rendell,
- ♪ bakura ryou,
- ♪ crow armbrust,
- ♪ dazai osamu,
- ♪ hak,
- ♪ itsuki shu,
- ♪ jae-ha,
- ♪ kurusu akira,
- ♪ lace,
- ♪ majima goro,
- ♪ midoriya izuku,
- ♪ nalea "bluebird" sinclair,
- ♪ nathan summers | cable,
- ♪ nito nazuna,
- ♪ ogata hyakunosuke,
- ♪ rean schwarzer,
- ♪ shin-ah,
- ♪ suou tatsuya,
- ♪ wade wilson | deadpool,
- ♪ yami bakura,
- ♭ * asmodeus,
- ♭ * exael,
- ♭ akechi goro,
- ♭ ardashir ibn ahmadi,
- ♭ dantalion,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ nakahara chuuya,
- ♭ niounomiya izumu,
- ♭ wadanohara,
- ♮ ouma kokichi,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ kano shuuya,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ miya osamu,
- ♯ ojiro sniper,
- ♯ sakazaki yuuya,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 yona
BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER - END
Who: Traitors and Survivors, Exael
Where: The Game Tower, and leaving it
When: Day 25, morning-- it appears that game lasted the bulk of day 24 into the night.
[ Abruptly, the nightmare ends.
You, in the rooms you kept restarting in, awoke. Before you can even panic, before even despair, the elevator doors were open in front of you to take you downstairs again. It could be a trap, sure, but your head is quiet— those fucking ghosts are gone. You also appear to be wet like someone dumped, perhaps, a bucket of holy water on you while you were asleep. All your wounds are gone, and you have been left bereft of any physical damage from your ordeal.
Unless you choose to take some with you. Nothing prevents you from taking any of your spoils downstairs with you, if you wish it, though all revolvers will have no ammo.
On the screens as you descend back to the lobby, Exael is clapping on screen, broadcast showing her in the mansion's entrance hall. "And so close the gates to this forbidden garden, and so closes this chapter of our story! Just as—" her hologram flickers as she doesn't seem to notice, chattering still to the cameras, "so too will—" fzzt, fzzt. Static, flickering, and then back into focus, "So give them all a hand! Everyone, you've done well! You stand before us still, ready to present us all with more marvels after having survived such grisly wonders with—" "—in the balance!"
As she speaks, she doesn't notice a figure approaching behind her. He's in a slick suit with both hands in his pockets, and you've seen him before— his portrait is in the foyer. His shoes are utterly silent as he walks across the marble floor, till he's right at her back.
"Audience and actors alike, we've been blessed with—" Her hologram doesn't flicker this time, but she stops speaking. Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what's amiss, and only belatedly begins to slowly look over her shoulder.
"Exael," he says with a friendly hand on her solidifying hologram shoulder, the effect spreading beneath his touch, "We need to have a chat about your requisitions paperwork."
She tilts her head, eyes wide with a finger tapping against her cheek as she thinks, "I didn't do any!"
"Yes," he agrees, smiling with all his teeth. "I know."
The broadcast cuts. The doors open to let you leave. ]
Where: The Game Tower, and leaving it
When: Day 25, morning-- it appears that game lasted the bulk of day 24 into the night.
[ Abruptly, the nightmare ends.
You, in the rooms you kept restarting in, awoke. Before you can even panic, before even despair, the elevator doors were open in front of you to take you downstairs again. It could be a trap, sure, but your head is quiet— those fucking ghosts are gone. You also appear to be wet like someone dumped, perhaps, a bucket of holy water on you while you were asleep. All your wounds are gone, and you have been left bereft of any physical damage from your ordeal.
Unless you choose to take some with you. Nothing prevents you from taking any of your spoils downstairs with you, if you wish it, though all revolvers will have no ammo.
On the screens as you descend back to the lobby, Exael is clapping on screen, broadcast showing her in the mansion's entrance hall. "And so close the gates to this forbidden garden, and so closes this chapter of our story! Just as—" her hologram flickers as she doesn't seem to notice, chattering still to the cameras, "so too will—" fzzt, fzzt. Static, flickering, and then back into focus, "So give them all a hand! Everyone, you've done well! You stand before us still, ready to present us all with more marvels after having survived such grisly wonders with—" "—in the balance!"
As she speaks, she doesn't notice a figure approaching behind her. He's in a slick suit with both hands in his pockets, and you've seen him before— his portrait is in the foyer. His shoes are utterly silent as he walks across the marble floor, till he's right at her back.
"Audience and actors alike, we've been blessed with—" Her hologram doesn't flicker this time, but she stops speaking. Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what's amiss, and only belatedly begins to slowly look over her shoulder.
"Exael," he says with a friendly hand on her solidifying hologram shoulder, the effect spreading beneath his touch, "We need to have a chat about your requisitions paperwork."
She tilts her head, eyes wide with a finger tapping against her cheek as she thinks, "I didn't do any!"
"Yes," he agrees, smiling with all his teeth. "I know."
The broadcast cuts. The doors open to let you leave. ]
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[But the backdrop is different? And also noises. And also light that's not coming in through a little window.]
[Just. Give him a second to parse this. He is also looking kind of dazed right now.]
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Wait, Hurricane was there? He hadn’t seen him, had he? Honestly the constant time loop made things so confusing even without all the murder.
He blinks again and speaks]
...Hurricane?
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[That can't be right.]
[Abi can't see him.]
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Are...you hurt?
[everyone seems to be healed up, but you never know.]
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[It's almost like Abi's talking to him.]
[But that's - that's not how this works.]
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...Abi?
[His voice is barely there, a hoarse little whisper.]
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[Actually makes a point to use his words, since he seems to realize that Hurricane might not to be up to noticing his usual silent nods.]
What happened?
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It was dark. Except the window.
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[That's what happened to Hiryuu and Shuten, too.]
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[But it was the chrome. He's had a long, long time to think this over.]
[He takes a ragged breath in, but the words catch in his throat.]
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Should he try to hug him. He's been given a lot of hugs in response to all this and it's been nice. So maybe.
Ok, yeah, gonna try for a hug.]
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[And then, slowly, his arms come up around Abi and his hands close on his shirt, holding as tight as he can. His breath hitches on the inhale, sharp and unsteady.]
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He pets Hurricane's hair a little, too.]
It's...okay. You're not in the mirror now.
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[He's been hoping for Abi to notice him for actual, literal decades. All of this - the hug, and the petting, and just the plain reassurance - are a lot to take.]
[Which is to say, his face just crumples. Tears incoming.]
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He doesn't even know Hurricane could see him the whole time but he still feels bad about not knowing he was in the game, and not being there to help him.
Honestly, Abi is not sure what to say. Even if he were good at words, he might not know what to say. So he's willing to just hug him for awhile longer, tbh.]
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