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Gloom: Heart Soldier Senshi

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

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[ she might also be covered in welts, but that's not as obvious, because she's wearing long sleeves for once. ]

Perfect. He gets himself turned around and bam! I think we should skip the, ah, consumption. That just sounds like a bad time. Like, an extra bad time, but maybe we could do the fungus one... though I'm not sure how to get it in there.

Maybe the moors are, like. All over mushrooms?

The sci fi kind that are like all poofy, and spores come out when you poke em.

And he falls on a mushroom, and spores happen? And it gets all over his clothes.

Do you think it's a good idea to unload all of our stuff on him? I mean, sure, he's a badass, but I don't want to overload him. We still got the creepy little girl we can mess around with. And the dad, though... he's so far removed at this point I really don't know how to bring fungus into his story. [ laughs. ]

Yeah, true. Maybe he's just like hanging out at home, sitting around and mold grows or whatever.

I think it said he was a painter, though I guess he could just have the most boring hobby on earth.

[ looks to the side for a minute and randomly swats at the air. ]

...you okay?

[ blinks. ] I, ah, I'm fine. [ squints. ] Didn't you just see that... bee...

What bee?

There was a bee flying around here.

I musta missed it.

[ Hiryuu is. Hmm. Well. This has become a time. It's hard to say how much of reality she's processing properly anymore as the conversation goes on around her, but--she manages to fixate on the fungi and the dad, and well, the madness does... a good chunk of the rest. ]

He's in the garden. Always in the garden. He doesn't believe that ghosts are real. All he sees is the blight, ruining his roses. So he cuts and digs and cuts and digs but--it always comes back. Stronger. Bigger. And then one day he wakes up to find it's in the house. Warping the floor boards. Eating the curtains and sheets. Pushing up into the walls. P-pulsing, feeding--pushing out of the cracks, tiny but blooming into bulbous heads, crusting the shelves with amorphous bodies-- only--they have voices and mouths. Teeth. They're whispering always whispering--

[ she can hear them. Hiryuu. Starts to rock herself in place, clutching her elbows to her sides. ]

He throws back the covers, stirring up thousands of spores that swirl through the air like clouds stinging his eyes and clogging his nose and they're on him. His fingers and toes, crawling up his wrists like living bracelets, like--veins--and he can hear them whispering. Hungry.

[ she almost chokes as soon as she hears this, because holy. shit. how did hiryuu get into her head and rip out some of her nightmares to just start rambling them at her race. THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. she looks more than a little unsettled, but she forces herself to focus on hiryuu and how she doesn't seem... like herself. ] Hiryuu that's, uh, damn, and you thought I was a good writer. E- Ehehh. I think that's great. So, uh, the dad and the mushrooms. P- Perfect.

But, uh, okay... let's not forget about Elias.

[ she clears her throat, ]

"Elias had taken a wrong turn and found himself in the moors, the murky swamp slowing him down significantly and allowing the red-eyed beasties to catch up to him. He swung at them, taking one out and convincing the remainder to piss off, at least for the time being. However, the monsters were the least of his concern, because with each and every step taken in the moors he sunk lower... it was like Hell, itself, was dragging him in..."

Fungus. Fungus in the ground, roots, pulling him down, into the murk...

[ she doesn't mean for this to be a practical add on, she's just

babbling at this point as she nods her head. ]

[ and if she didn't think something was wrong before. ]

Hiryuu, hey, c'mere. There's none of that here.

[ opens her arms and cautiously steps towards her. ]

No fungus. It's not going to do that to you. Not with me here.

...Hiryuu? You okay, dude?

I'm... I don't know.

[ something seems off but she's not sure what. ]

Hey. C'mere.

[ she scoots over ]

[Just. Pulls her into a hug]

[ Oh. Well. She hugs him back readily. ]

Hurricane... why are there so many mushrooms.

[ sorry to be ruining this touching moment with MADNESS... as ya do... ]

S'okay. The mushrooms ain't gonna hurt you.

They might.

[ she slips her arms around her and tugs her close, securing her tail around hiryuu and holding onto her tightly. ]

I'm sure. I'll fight them off if they so much as dare to come near.

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