thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

[ Before he even sees Roxy, he ... slowly takes in everything else in the room. Whooooo boy. Anything strandy is an instant put off to him, so he opts to look to the floor and the blood-- and then he catches sight of her. ]

Roxy...

[ He addresses her, but it's hesitant, because of the way she's carrying herself. ]

[At least it's not roses.]

Hello~

[ SMALL BLESSINGS.......]

This is ... Doom or Rage, then.

[ Pause. ]

If I has to guess, I'd guess Doom, from the looks of it.

That would be the aspect symbol.

[ He tries to get a feel around the room. Not so much for an answer, but to get an idea of what he has to do in here-- or the right first step to take to lead the others. ]

So if it's Doom, it's probably a lot worse than it was just a little while ago.

Hmmm, I suppose, but it was always rather grim.

[Just one word.]

[Understand.]

If that's what this room is, I wouldn't imagine it would be any other way. But recently...

[ He takes a breath, and walks over to the pieces of the team uniforms. He knows these aren't going to be great feelings, so he steels himself and reaches-- for Ometotchtli's color because yolo.

Or well maybe not so yolo in here. ]

[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.]

[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.]

[ Hooooooooly fuck OF ALL THE SENSATIONS. OF ALL OF THE GOD DAMNED SENSATIONS IT HAS TO BE VINES. THORNS.

He lets out a painful hiss when those feelings hit him at once, and he sucks in one deep breath when he becomes whole again, clearly rattled, and he certainly wasn't expecting that.

His power told him to understand, and this was what it meant, right? He knows he has these powers exactly so he would come back like this ... so it's not a bad thing ... it's not a bad thing, right? Dying in Roxy's heart like this. Not like Bluebird, not like Bluebird ... please don't let him have just fucked something up all over again. ]

Haaah...

[Well, Doom seems to be pretty chill. Just lounging in her chair, playing with the crown.]

Just take a min.

You want me to understand? The things in here. The ... memories.

And they're probably all like that one, aren't they.

Depends. What do you think the 'like' is?

Pain, suffering, dying. ... not just other people, but what you've gone through, too?

More or less.

And ... what do you want me to understand about it?

[ Looking down to those team cloths again. Is there a Rats color? Not that he's touching it at the moment. ]

[There are indeed rat colors.]

Well, that's the whole point of it, isn't it? To figure it out.

There's a lot to understand, about things like this...

[ Reaches for the Rat colored one then to see if there's a different feeling from that. BRACING before he does. ]

[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.]

[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.]

[

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[ ROUND TWO OF NOT TAKING THAT VERY WELL BECAUSE FUCK. ]

Damn it...

Is it ... that you feel like you couldn't do anything about it?

Hmmm, not quite WRONG, but it's not right.

...

[ Going over to the blood (and paint? Somehow he has a feeling it's not paint but other colored blood is weird. He doesn't touch it, but he stares. And he tries to see if he can get an idea of what he needs to touch, where he needs to go to understand. ]

Are these different? Than the team colors.

[He's getting two pulls.]

[Red and Fuchsia.]

All depends. Are you asking if there's a theme for items? No, nothing that deliberate. It's all 'bout associations.

Associations...

[ Well those two pulls are. Pulls.

So he sucks in a breath and goes for the red first! ]

Hmm, with the subject.

[You touched the red blood and suddenly there is knowledge in your head. You’re the last. You were always the last. The last of the human race dead centuries before, the last of your Neighborhood that burned down, the last of your universe, twice over, once from the Red Miles, another from the Reapers.]

[The last of your friends, of your family, with no more cheats, saves, tricks, or alternatives.]

[Forever the last one standing, little rogue Roxy.]

[Growing up on islands of graves and seas of blood.]

[Fifth time's the charm for you to really be the last of your whole reality. Fifth time to make it stick with no one left to save.]

[Finally, Roxy changes and you see it. The small wounds through her chest, and the bigger one just below her heart. The burns, blue lips and finger tips. The marks of vines around her body, and the pieces of her that just seem...missing.]

[Her eyes no longer yellow, but an eerie, blank white.]

[But hey, didn't die that time, and no vines!]

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