Pre-Endgame

[idolpro]

[The Elevator spills you out into the Main Tower. However, it's currently locked so you can't actually get out quite yet.

On your phones, you'll see a line stating "Results Pending". Seems you gotta wait a little longer though you might wanna check on your pals anyway!

I imagine someone is bleeding probably.]

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[unbr8kable]

[glasses or no, she can pick out that pointy chin shoulder pads ego anyways she recognizes him,]

Fun times for the finale?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What the--?

What the fuck happened to you?

[unbr8kable]

Seebs this place would hid a girl wid glasses. Whad happened to you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Unitmate is missing.

...

Are you---?

[Missing anything. Like her eyes?]

[unbr8kable]

[Her glasses? Maybe a few specks of blood on her shirt beneath her nose, which is swollen and the wrong shape, but nothing else seems to be out of the ordinary. Honestly she seems more worried about his words than her face]

Missig, how?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Like the floor drops out from under you and you disappear.

Similar to a certain monster game. You know.

[Takes a step closer]

[unbr8kable]

Ah.

[Crosses her arms]

Just godda wait, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Just have to wait.

...

Do you want me to call someone for your nose?

[unbr8kable]

I can geddit.

Lemme know if you need dose drinks, later.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

After the guest units leave...

[Gestures to his little brother who is hovering around somewhere. And looks like C. Fancy that]

[unbr8kable]

[Has no idea what he is gesturing at because what is vision, but hums acknowledgement anyway]

Wheneber. I'll be aroud.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Right. Vision.

Takes another step toward her and puts a hand on her shoulder]

[unbr8kable]

[Kind of tenses, but mostly just squints at him, confused]

?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do you have time to kill?

[And steps around behind her to put a hand on the other shoulder]

If so, let's play a game.

[unbr8kable]

[Considerably more tense now, obvious from the stiff line of her shoulders, the tightness of her jaw. Moves to try and keep facing him as he steps behind her]

--What kind ob game?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He doesn't stop her from turning around, but his expression does slowly slide into one of confusion]

Nemesis...

[unbr8kable]

[Frowns up at him--rather, at herself, as she looks away. Forces her expression lighter, to dubious effect]

...Dis a game dat only works held down from behind? Might have to pass in that case.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do you want to clock me in the face for old times sake?

Though I'm not the one who gave you a bloody nose this time.

[unbr8kable]

Hobe not. Den I would habe to punch you, and Angel'd be sad.

[Eventually loosens a bit; looks a little less like a cornered animal]

...Seriously, whad's up?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You've vision is blurry. I was hoping you would tell me who you would accept healing from.

And I could lead you to them.

Also, like last time.

[unbr8kable]

By eyes aren't thad bad...

And betoed, like last dime. I can sed id at the clinig.

[At least once they finally get out of here]

...Your team?

[Which surely is enough words to imply 'how is your team doing, are they healed up to their personal liking']

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes I remember the veto. I didn't pay attention to it at that time either.

And outside of surprise murder in the final round, my unit got off relatively lightly.

Yours?

[unbr8kable]

[whoof pretend I could do HTML properly but she wrinkles her nose because she did actually ask for help this time! even if she didn't get it shh

also that nose wrinkle hurts a lot because the nose in question is broken, whoops. She presses the cloth to it more firmly, oof]

Nod too bad. Kinda thought everybody forgot us.

...Glad you didn' beef it this tibe. Bostly.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Looks like being largely ignored by the community finally worked out for us.

Small favors.

[unbr8kable]

Less work for the gf, for sure.