CAPTIVE GAME: WILD CITY & Worldbreaker

[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 – Challah's position color. ]

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[everylast]

[ That was ... immediate.

There's, at first, the thought of just what did BAD END=DEAD END do to their captive, in order to rescue Worldbreaker so quickly...?

... And, then, there's the stomach-sinking, icy-veined feeling that they can't rescue Challah, now.

He balls his hands into fists at his sides, and--- a darkness crosses his face that hasn't been seen, before. ]

[presentational]

[ when their hostage vanishes, an irritated scorpion drops to the floor, and then circles the empty chair, pincers snapping with agitation

He feels you, buddy ]

[everylast]

... Is this some idea of a sick joke?!

[ His voice breaks, deeper and angrier and ... quite a far departure from the soft and gentle himbo prince he's presented as thusfar. ]

[presentational]

[ turns back to human form, loosely curled up at the base of empty chair. ]

They got to it faster than us.

[everylast]

And, now, Challah suffers for it.

[presentational]

Those are the rules.

[everylast]

What keeps us from playing as if we were the homeland of our captive, and saying "rules are meant to be broken"? We'll force the hosts to listen to us and return her.

[presentational]

Why would they listen to us?

[goodtoolboy]

[oh my god]

Already?!

[everylast]

And now these demons just plan for us to "sit nice" and "wait" [ those words come in a sour, mocking tone. ] as we're unable to do anything to save someone dear to us, I suppose?

[ his tone is deeper, angrier, with venom and hate and darkness and is almost a complete 180! from the soft uwu himbo prince presentation he'd had up until now. ]

[goodtoolboy]

[stuffs his hands in his pockets]

...this is my fault. We should've just busted his nose right away. ...I dunno what makes people cry, I thought we'd have more time.

[everylast]

[ ...It is, in essence, his fault, but Horizon has enough grasp of himself not to say that right now. ]

...

We need to gather the attention of the hosts. We'll force them to return Challah to us.

[goodtoolboy]

They're not gonna.

[simply]

This is the point.

We'll have t'see how bad she's hurt, and decide what t'do then.

[everylast]

No-

Surely, there's a back door- a failsafe to give us a chance in the case that this happens. We'll gain their attention, and then--

[goodtoolboy]

We aren't stronger than them. We aren't even close to as strong as them. The only reason we can still use our abilities is cuz they let us, in most games they're turned off. And I should be more powerful than anyone here but they stripped my power like it was nothing before I even got here.

I won't stop you if you wanna try, but this is how these kinda games work.

We were supposed t'make him cry as quick as possible and I fucked it up by not wanting to be an asshole. And now we gotta deal with that.

[everylast]

[ In truth, his words make sense. But -- this powerlessness, this hopelessness- unable to do something while he knows someone is being hurt -

It stirs a feeling inside of him that he has no context for. ]

We'll hear it from them, then.
















[ and then he picks up one of the oil lanterns and smashes it against the floor by the draping fabric ]

[goodtoolboy]

[well he wasn't kidding about not stopping him, just moves out of the way]

[everylast]

[ the reaction to the flames! is actually a negative one! that he has no context to! he tenses and can't seem to look away, but he did this to himself! so it's fine! he deserves it! surely this will make them listen! ]

[goodtoolboy]

[idk man is this making you feel better]

[presentational]

[ popcorn.gif ]

[everylast]

[ ]

[presentational]

How long does it take to die from breathing in smoke?

[bevoted]

[ what the Actual Fuck is Wrong With You?


whatever, suddenly the ceiling seems to open up and the entire unit gets hit with a short burst of freezing cold water falling down on them. so now the room is flooded. good job.

there's a little note floating in the water too.

fuck off wild city

you'll get her back after the game ]

[everylast]

[ oh god

that was awful and now he's damp and cold and there's water on the ground this turned out worse. ]

[goodtoolboy]

[why did that happen]

...huh.