thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

[Ain't it just?]

Well, that's what you have to figure out, isn't it?

Of course.

[fine then. not just going to stand around, so he slowly walks up to her, while taking in the scenery. are all team colours represented?]

[None for Alectryon, Vanara, or Henwen.]

[Also do you watch your step?]

[yes, yes he's making sure not to step on anything.

though when he reaches a part of Amal coloured clothing, he crouches down and reaches out to touch it, carefully]

[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.]

[he sharply pulls in breath, hitches on it while the feelings reel through him, and then switches and it's only so much he can do but to let out a painful breath as he feels whole again, then taking a deep breath. he slowly pulls his hand away and has to sit back for a second]

...

[She can wait.]

Man, you lost that one. Amalthea has two, Rook only had to deal with the one time.

[he looks up, frowning]

What do you mean?

He grabbed yours. [Gestures at the team colors.]

It's perhaps the most morbid as fuck way for you two to be cute.

[just. going to shake his head]

Why is there two?

[Holds up one finger.] Cry Wolf. [Holds up a second finger.] Time I murdered Otacon.

...

I see.

[he gets to his feet, shakily]

These are memories...? You and others dying here, in games or... from your world?

[Shrugs.] Some are.

[... looks around and then goes for Ometotchtli's colours... because]

[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.]

[. . . . . well then. it takes him less time to recover from that but he just frowns]

Are they all the same?

No.

[do I have to go through it all before something stands out.

he... steels himself and touches a rat uniform]

[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.]

[Doom raises an eyebrow.]

[okay he's done with the teams. he's figured as much]

The ones not uniforms... are they different?

[Shrugs.] Different peeps.

If this is a room represented as Doom... do you believe you could not do anything about these things? To help?

Hmmmm, yes and no.

[THINKING BACK ON WHAT NIX SAID and also that Riddle]

This... is a reality as well, to you. It is a part of you as much as any other feeling.

...

[She sits up.]

Red blood.

Heart Game (Continued)

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