thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[ 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!]

[ SMALL STEP UP AT LEAST!!

Not that this doesn't hit him any less. ]

... not that you couldn't do anything about it, whether you tried or not, but that you had to deal with it, you had to live through it, experience it so many times, over and over again. While things that were parts of your own life, parts of you, the things you loved, were stripped away and destroyed. So even if you're alive at the end of those things ... it feels like parts of you are dead, gone. Is that part of it, too?

...yes, that's part of it too.

[ ... FUSCHIA NEXT!! Without another word. ]

[You don't want to kill.]

[But you see an alien woman.]

[You know her every crime. Everything she has done to you. How much she has taken. How much excessive cruelty she's performed simply because she COULD. To you, to everyone around you, to so many alien races. How unrepentant she is, how she targets you, and your friends.]

[How she demands you to save her race for her to enslave as she took away yours.]

[How she killed the last of your family twice.]

[And suddenly it's so very easy to imagine yourself draining every tyrian drop from her body just to make sure SHE STAYED DOWN.]

[So, that was her version of your sister.]

[ I was about to say.

Ah.

I resonate so fucking much with this one.

He jerks away from the fuchsia, much more harshly than the other ones. His breathing is uneven, like he's trying to bottle up a sudden rush of sheer rage, as well as delight from that thought of seeing somebody like that die and stay dead. Someone like her. ]

[GOTTA LOVE THE MURDER FEELS.]

[Doom will just wait.]

[ They are rare for Rook to have outside of being brainwashed into it. ]

This kind of world ... is the only one you've known, because of her. Nothing can change that, and only so much can ease it. It's just something that's part of you, that can't just disappear or be ignored.

Correct.

[She gestures for him to approach the throne as she sits up properly.]

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