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thevoidsdarkhorse

[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.]

From:

lucciola

[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]

...

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She can wait.]

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

From:

lucciola

[he looks up, frowning]

What do you mean?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

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

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

From:

lucciola

[just. going to shake his head]

Why is there two?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

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

From:

lucciola

...

I see.

[he gets to his feet, shakily]

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

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[Shrugs.] Some are.

From:

lucciola

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

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[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.]

From:

lucciola

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

Are they all the same?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

No.

From:

lucciola

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

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

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

From:

lucciola

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

The ones not uniforms... are they different?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[Shrugs.] Different peeps.

From:

lucciola

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

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

Hmmmm, yes and no.

From:

lucciola

[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.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

...

[She sits up.]

Red blood.

From:

lucciola

... red...

[well okay. he goes to crouch by some of the red blood, and breathes out before reaching out to touch it with his fingertips]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[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.]

From:

lucciola

[this isn't any less bad than everything else he's felt so far, but at least he... understands it, if only a little bit]

You... had to go through that, so many times. That feeling, it is like you feel dead. Because you are the only one left... with none of the important things or people there anymore.