Heart Game (Continued)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

Heart Prep | Sign in for SCORED runs | Chumroll | MEMO, oh god | Passive Skills (PLEASE FILL OUT, true godtiers can wait, but need Faketiers when you enter) | Mechanics

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Original Heart Post

ENTER | CHUMROLL CONTINUED | BEDROOM | BREATH | TIME | SPACE | LIFE 1 LIFE 2 | BLOOD 1 BLOOD 2 | MIND | DOOM 1 DOOM 2 | RAGE 1 RAGE 2 | HOPE

Comments

Re: BLOOD

[unguilded]

[ Knocks. ]

Hello?

Re: BLOOD

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[No answer]

Re: BLOOD

[unguilded]

[ WELL, HAD TO TRY.

Backtracking some to get a closer look at the painted doors, lightly touching the paint with his hand. He also poked at the torches in hopes of finding a key or something maybe?? As he tries to ... focus hard, on where he needs to be, and how he needs to get to that place. ]

Re: BLOOD

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There doesn't appear a key.]

[The doors are painted, and dry. There's a sense of....unnecessary opulence. Just for the sake of it, and cardboard thin.]

[Though that lock.]

[Really, that lock should just stop being a thing. Maybe it need a bit of freedom, a bit of Breeze to let it relax, so it's not held down so much.]

Re: BLOOD

[unguilded]

[ Looking back to the door as it hits him. And he quickly returns to it. Gently, he places a hand on the door, bringing forth those feelings of freedom-- the ones he still strives to reach for, the ones he knows are there, the ones he's gotten only small tastes off, but even those small tastes were so powerful-- and he focuses them all on that lock. ]

Re: BLOOD

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There's a tug, a tug, and then he can feel it, the wind, The Breeze responding, moving around him, into the lock, and]

[Click]