CAPTIVE GAME: future is now & Izanagi

[idolpro]

[ You're in a room with no doors or windows, about the size of a living room. Depending on how many of you are around, it might feel a little cramped. The walls and ceiling are draped with fabrics, the floor covered in colorful rugs and piles of sitting cushions, but you can see the dirt ground and untreated wood walls peeking through in places. There are three or so oil lamps to light the space, each placed on a stump-like round little table that isn't big enough to hold much else. It's kind of cozy, but...

Most of the cushions are embroidered with an array of colors, but there's one pillow in particular, set aside from the rest, that's one solid color – Shark's position color. ]

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[bondsofsuffering]

[It looks like he did a pattern of private ones and then public ones and fortunately for Intensity all the especially shitty ones were public (please note cw: suicide/suicidal ideation for some). Also a couple public ones involving Yvette but whatever.]

Isn't this inefficient?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

On the contrary, this is the most efficient.

[Giving Izanagi's eyes a little time to dry out while Medusa does whatever he's doing]

[bondsofsuffering]

Dirt would be even faster than waiting for a whole memory to play out.

[But dry eyes definitely a thing.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That can be a fallback.

[Pushes play on the most awful one because of course he does]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Of course he does.

Izanagi goes rigid as it plays, breath hitching for a moment until he forces himself to breathe in and out, long and measured. Fighting down the physical panic reactions, even if his mind is in turmoil.

...

He's also going to suddenly jerk his head back and attempt to headbutt Medusa around when the video shows him walking towards the window.]

[justpure]

AH!

[ Sir! That's just gonna make him cling onto your head tighter in an attempt to hold it still. His arms press into your throat for a moment as he fights for control. ]

H-h! Do not make this harder for all of us!

[bondsofsuffering]

Because you were so gracious to do the same for me.

[And there's the thud of a body hitting the ground. He winces.]

[justpure]

[ Medusa... Groans. Not in pleasure, but in emotional pain. ]

You... If we had any other choice...

[ If he said those words, they would not be believed. But that is exactly what he's feeling at the moment. ]

Forgive me.

[bondsofsuffering]

I told you: just get some dirt and throw it in my eyes. They're pretty dry, it should be enough to trigger a crying response.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[To Medusa:]

Don't choke at the finish line. It's unbecoming.

[And NOW he throws dirt into Izanagi's eyes]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Owwwwww.

You done did it, he's crying.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tossing his phone next to him and moving off of the ankle ropes.

Hope they don't get locked in here for the rest of the time period or this is gonna be awkward]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Keeping his head down and working on untying his legs again I guess. He can't. Do anything about the tears running down his face but whatever they're done who cares.]

[justpure]

[ ... Oh. Intensity has mercy after all.

Medusa will release him as soon as he feels the tears on his gloves. ]

[scarvedforlife]

[ This was anti-climactic. ]

[justpure]

[ He can't exactly move his head while he's restraining Izangi like this, and he doesn't think he can let go now. It feels like he's already passed the point of no return. ]

And risk needlessly blinding you? I hate to say this, but Intensity might be onto something...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

He might prefer the blinding at this point.

[justpure]

Oh!

Very well, make it quick!