thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

[Carapacians are following you!]

[And so are robots and rockets!]

[continuing to run and believe that they'll all get back to the lab safely! hopefully the lab can... actually hold them all.]

[Who knows.]

[Btw, roll a ten sider. Don't reroll is number repeats.]

[1!]

[WELP]

[So basically, that was the feeling of everything you've ever hoped and dreamed and cherished in your life getting ripped away from you violently and crushed before your eyes.]

[You are now in a void.]

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[that

could have gone better. after a few minutes of trying to calm herself down, she's looking for a way out.]

[Yes.]

[Yes it could have.]

[Would you gauge this as a functional calm?]

[she's determined to get out of here before she lets herself start panicking, so yes.]

[And you're shoved right back out and there's a feeling.]

[It can't be changed.]

[You're back in the Neighborhood, with your crowd of Carapacians and ROCKETS HEADED DIRECTLY FOR YOU because the robots are still there.]

[normally it would take her a moment to process the sudden setting change, but ROCKETS ABOUT TO HIT HER is sufficiently alarming that she starts running as soon as she's there.]

[BOOM BOOM]

[Debris being kicked up around you, watch out when it comes back down!]

[Carapacians not doing so well. ):]

[she avoids the debris as best she can, believing that it won't hurt her, and believing that they can all make it to the lab safely as she continues running. as she continues running, though, she has an idea, and instead starts to believe with all her might that the robots are breaking down, or that she'll find something that can put an end to them.]

[It's hard, very hard to believe they'll break, but that they could be broken? Now that's far easier.]

[A weapon appears in your hands.]

[if only she knew what guns typically looked like so she could appreciate how weird this one is. but okay, turning back to the aliens and starting to fire, willing it to land.]

Keep going! Go to the lab. [said to the carapacians as she tries to believe they'll listen]

[Carapacians are SUPER LISTENING.]

[Also this is a hella powerful gun because when you do hit a robot, it goes down like a ton of bricks with a huge gaping hole in the center.]

[Other five are firing at you though.]

[shooting at the other five as she hopes she can avoid the rockets until she can find something to hide behind, a spot where she'll still be able to kill them]

[Avoiding the rockets, though some debris is gonna hit. Nothing debilitating, but you are gonna have some rather impressive bruises.]

[Manage to take another one down and now you're in a partially collapsed building that would be excellent cover.]

[taking cover, then, and firing through the nearest opening! all the while continuing to hope that the aliens made it to the lab, and that every shot she fires will land.]

[The aliens seem to have cleaned out.]

[You're still under fire, another robot goes down.]

[Roll a ten sider, don't repeat a number.]

[six!]

[You're in jail. With some dog girl in a Space outfit.]

[Have a chat about how you can fuck the laws of physics.]

[But you don't say anything about that burning bitterness in your soul. As it because obvious what you CAN do, the moral question is still in your head. The threat of repeated death is unpleasant, but you can ignore that, push it away, and instead be concerned with the moral question.]

[Do you save the race to have them be enslaved? Or do you let a race die?]

[And you try, try so hard to ignore the feeling eating at you.]

[Suddenly, you are Kaito again, and you are in the cell.]

[And there is Roxy, pacing, glaring at the folder occasionally, sometimes making a green cube, and throwing it away, and she's growling and angry.]

That fucking BITCH! She killed my race and she's trying to guilt me into savin' HERS!

[blinks at that sudden knowledge, and once more once she notices who's there]

...Roxy?

[She looks at you and there's a glare in her eyes.]

Oh, and who are you supposed to be? Another brain slave, or do you get to join me and Jakey in the slammer?

I'm not a slave... You don't recognize me?

Mm, I suppose it doesn't matter much. How do I leave this place?

Good luck trying with stupid wily bitch ass grandmas!

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