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imeeji_frontstage2018-08-09 11:47 pm
idolpro) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2018-08-09 11:47 pm
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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[opens arms and tries not to look uncomfortable]
You seem to be in need.
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I'm luck you're so generous.
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wait that part is over so its fine PRETEND ITS FINE]
I'm a good boy sometimes.
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When you want to be.
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Often enough. Thanks, Be-kun.
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I will. You take care of yourself too.
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I'll come visit you later.
Um, maybe not today. When everything's settled down again. I, I still need to practice cooking, so, text me when you're hungry and I'll bring a meal.
[Leaving any follow up in B's court!]
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I've got to get the others home.