thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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DW: ...It doesn't. But the fact that she's simultaneously alive and dead is a contradiction.

The first is that the balance can be lost, but it can also be regained. Keeping it forever isn't guaranteed, but neither is losing it for good.

The second is that different people need a different sort of balance. Because.....we're individuals.

TG: or ur missin what is actually goin on

[Well, he REALLY gets some of these. H-hahah, Hydra. Yep. Yep, he... understands that.

But once again, those feelings directed at him come full circle like a slap to the face. The martini glass, the voice spoken when he first entered Rage in its entirety... and now here.

...

It's mocking, almost, how he realizes that the advice he wants to give her would be advice he would hate to hear himself.

So he stays quiet, walking up and nudging her leg gently with the toe of his boot.]

[You touch Roxy.]

[Nothing happens. She is, however, cold as death.]

Since you've decided to chat with her, you might as well ask how corpses are treated back home.

[ not... very well. since he's pretty focused on her. and he's not going to assume something like a jacket or anything is going to actually cause him problems ]

[yeah, he's expecting it this time at least]

[he keeps running, sure, but once he gauges where the lab is he focuses on something else. . . specifically: the robot's rocket launchers]

[TIME TO CLOAK THOSE IN VOID AND MAKE THEM ~DISAPPEAR~]

[She nods.]

Both correct.

And you're getting close to what I'm getting at.

Why do individuals need different balances? What causes that to happen?

[a pause, and then]

Might I tell you something?

[Welp.]

[What does he accidentally step on first?]

[This is what happens when you are DESTINY.]

[She looks up and she has such a....tired, almost defeated look on her face.]

...sup.

[She looks down at the book again.]

[ let's just say he catches on one of his own team colors. hi, Amalthea ]

[You now have ROCKET BOOTS clanging into the ground beside you.]

[And rocket careening off to a building, wooo.]

[Roll a ten sider.]

[She's still, waiting.]

[It's a dual sensation.]

[Suddenly you feel constricted, thorns digging into your body. Red vines that are painfully ripping your life out of you, bleeding you out, tearing your flesh, until finally...you die.]

[But another feeling at the same time.]

[There are hands on you. Cold, cold, before they shift, change into claws, digging into your flesh. But it feels like nothing. A nothingness that spreads, further and further until it consumes you and you’re no more.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]

Hey, come on. Don't give me that look.

[There's a gentle resignation to the words, despite the tease.]

You mind if I sit with you?

[HELL YEAH ROCKET BOOTS. stopping to inventory those super quickly because why not]

All right! We're almost there!

[that's said mostly to reassure his alien friend as he starts running again, towards the lab. . .]

[2!]

DW: Maybe. On a related note, how do you normally deal with corpses back home?

What they said, about how they saved you because of a role you had to play... That was awful of them. I would never say something like that to you.

[And now you're in another thing. It appears to be the husks or a burnt out village, chilly and cold.]

[And you're told you're a wolf. You see the rules and if you're not lynched the first night, you'll have to choose a team to die.]

[But you can't. You can't you can't you can't.]

[You do everything and anything you can without breaking the rules. Act off, act upset, act so not you and hope, pray, wish someone will NOTICE and vote for your team and kill you off now because you can't, you CAN'T kill someone else. You can leave people, but you can't kill another team deliberately.]

[But it doesn't work. Worse, is both teams that are up are not wolves.]

[And you're panicking, terrified, and you don't want this. You want to end this game, BREAK IT, and if you just break the rules....it'll kill you and one other team.]

[But the team you're closest too are either like minded, or likely to be chosen to be lynched this round.]

[You, Kaito, find yourself on a stage. Everyone is looking at you.]

[Do you confess?]

[she is sorry she's dumb and gets the right answer by feeling things out]

How we've grown up, how we live our lives, the what and why of our history and also our personalities. Those things shape us, define both our needs and our limits.

[She shrugged.] If you want.

TG: ....
TG: omg
TG: doom u morbid fuck
TG: first revival option in the game
TG: u can switch a player over to their dream self body if their original body dies
TG: slong as someone kisses the corpse in time

[You don't even know me, how can you say different?]

[Amazing what can get across in a look and a few handwaves.]

DW: ...Welp.
DW: I've already frenched one of you today.
DW: Why the heck not.

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