thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

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From:

bloodbiter

It won't disappoint once you're able to see it, I promise.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She just kind of makes this....high pitched squealing sound.]

From:

bloodbiter

[too cute!]

So... Would you like some help with those cans? I'd like to help you, if I may.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She looks at the Cans and...pauses.]

[More motions. She needs to hand them out. The Caraapcians need food, they've been suffering a long time.]

From:

bloodbiter

I understand. Thank you, Roxy.

[taking as many as she can hold]

Where are they?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[Gestures. Outside. Near the house first.]

[(A dark thought, favoring those closest to her, but part of this is to also insure her own safety, even if it's mostly altruistic.)]

From:

bloodbiter

[okay, but. can she give her a headpat before she goes.]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She flinches at first, stills.]

[Watches, waits.]

[Do you continue?]

From:

bloodbiter

[yes!]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[You have patted a head. She's very tense for it though, unsure.]

From:

bloodbiter

[withdrawing her hand and giving her a smile as she moves to the exit]

I'll see you later, alright?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She nods, and offers a small smile.]

[And suddenly you're outside again.]

[You have lost your robot pursuers, but wow, you sure do got a whole bunch of Carapacians gathered in front of you. There seems to be a particular tall building on the other side.]

From:

bloodbiter

[okay, time to try to get through the crowd and head that way!]

All of you, follow me. [taking her sword from her sylladex, though, in the case of any eating emergencies]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[They are too scared and panicked to think of food right now, thankfully. And still the MOST OBEDIENT, but it seems a certain bunch at the front don't seem inclined to move.]

[Your phone pings again as you approach a tall building.]

TG: thats the lab
TG: need to get on the roof
TG: theres a ladder down
TG: n also
TG: be a good friend

[And then it disconnected.]

[Which might be a bit vague except you can now also see a figure standing in between you and the building. It seems the Carapacians are giving her a wide berth.]

[It’s Roxy. Standing there in a t-shirt, skirt, and leggings, her mother’s scarf wrapped around her. In her hand is a piece of glass covered in blood, her own clothes stained the same. Around her are bodies. The bodies of her friends and Rose.]

[She looks over her shoulder at you, and she’s smiling, but her eyes are empty. She turns to you, and perhaps you’ll realize the blood is HERS. She’s covered in jagged injuries, but nowhere vital. Those spots are covered in bands of tiamt-with-black, a vibrant red, and blue. She holds out the shard of glass.]

Kill me.