Lucifel's Ideal World, v.1

[idolpro]

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.



The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

Powers are off.
Corruptions are off.
Carry-on Weapons are not available.
Other carry-on items are available.

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PHONE INSTRUCTIONS & CARDS

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GAME INSTRUCTIONS

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[ Your phone is no longer able to be accessed beyond the instructions, which hold the following: ]

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Convince Lucifel to leave his ideal world, make him lose all of his WILL, or corrupt the world, making it no longer ideal.
Your greatest opponent will be Lucifel himself.
The War has already begun.

[ Scroll farther down and you'll find one more instruction, or rather, a choice: ]

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON:

• Knights
  
• Cavalry

WORLD INSTRUCTIONS

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[ Upon selection, the options disappear, leaving behind the following cards and supplementary information: ]

Welcome to this humble dream.

In this dream, violence and death are prohibited. All altercations are instead handled through the following system:

• You are granted 5 WILL and 9 cards to in battle, with each card used once per battle. One card is used per turn, per player.
  
• Your cards are determined by your choice: Knights or Cavalry. You receive three of each class, one of each color within that class.
  
• Every card played is tied to WILL. You may only play as many cards as you have WILL.
  
  
• Determine who takes the first turn. Those with higher WILL go first automatically. If there is a tie, the person that goes first is determined by a coin flip.
  
• The first shall declare battle with their card. WILL is associated with this card.
  
• The second shall declare battle with their card. WILL is associated with this card.
  
• Should the second card overpower the first, the first player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
  
• The first player shall declare reinforcements in their second turn. Should their card overpower the second player's card, the second player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
  
• The second player shall declare reinforcements in their second turn. Should their card overpower the first player's card, the first player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
  
• The battle continues until either side forfeits, or when one side loses all playable WILL, or when one side has used all playable cards.
  
  
• Should a preceding card overpower the succeeding card, WILL is not lost on either side.
  
• Should both cards tie, both sides will lose the WILL associated with their card. The field is wiped clean of all previous cards, and any WILL that is not lost is returned to the player to be re-used. However, cards cannot be reused.
  
• Exact matches in class will be determined by color. Exact matches in color are declared to be ties.
  
  
• When a battle is ended, all WILL lost by the one who forfeits will be granted to their opponent. Standing WILL, or WILL that was not lost during the match, is returned to the player.
  
• Lose all WILL and you will succumb to the world. However, there is nothing to be afraid of. In loss, there is something to be gained.
  
  
• Knights vs Knights:
  
  • SABER beats LANCER.
    
  • LANCER beats ARCHER.
    
  • ARCHER beats SABER.
  
  
• Cavalry vs Cavalry:
  
  • CASTER beats ASSASSIN.
    
  • ASSASSIN beats RIDER.
    
  • RIDER beats CASTER.
  
  
• Knights vs Cavalry:
  
  • RED beats BLUE.
    
  • BLUE beats GREEN.
    
  • GREEN beats RED.

Please, by all means, enjoy your time and sleep well. I look forward to seeing you.

CARD ENCYCLOPEDIA

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[ On the back of each card is a short descriptor of their card; SABER cards will have the SABER description, etc. ]

Knights

• SABER: Those who do battle using swords. This card is weak to ARCHER but strong to LANCER.
  
• ARCHER: Those who do battle using projectiles. This card is weak to LANCER but is strong to SABER.
  
• LANCER: Those who do battle using polearms. This card is weak to SABER but is strong to ARCHER.

Cavalry

• CASTER: Those who do battle using magic. This card is weak to RIDER but is strong to ASSASSIN.
  
• RIDER: Those who do battle on a mount. This card is weak to ASSASSIN but is strong to CASTER.
  
• ASSASSIN: Those who do battle in the shadows. This card is weak to CASTER but is strong to RIDER.

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• BERSERKER: Those who lose their minds to battle. This card always wins to the preceding card and collects all WILL left on the field, but will always lose to the card succeeding it. Do not use outside of battle.
  
• RULER: Those who preside over battle. This card will always tie with the succeeding card, save for one exception.

『』 (body dysphoria, self-harm/feather plucking, eating disorder/saliva in blacked-out text)

[apocryfall]

—You could not think of yourself as anything more than ugly.

In human terms, you were aware—by sole virtue of your likeness to your brother alone, and by sole virtue of the praises you were given—you were aware, yes, that this appearance was acceptable. Even with your scars and your marks, your blemished skin, some would even go so far as to call you beautiful—

But you could not say the same for yourself. Beyond what was skin-deep, beyond your outer appearance, you could feel with disgust the blood that coursed through your veins; the faint, unpleasant pulse against your forehead and the back of your skull; skin touching skin, thin packaging for the flesh and meat underneath; the strain of your eyes; the beat of your heart, thudding so loudly you could hear it behind your ears; your lungs as they pumped desperately; the beads of sweat on your brow that only grew with the pain; your throat and lips parched, a terrible reminder of the single need your body still has left. You still remember the lesser need—you still remember how your stomach twisted and craved, how the offending organ threatened to eat itself alive if you didn't find sustenance, how your traitorous mouth would grow moist to the thought of entertaining the demands of your greedy body just for a few hours of peace only to start all over again before the sun even made much headway through the sky. That hateful need, that base instinct—if you never had to consume another thing besides air and pure water again in your lifetime it would still be too soon.

In this cage that you so deeply resented, of course you could not stand to endure another humiliation. If only it was painful—then perhaps you could grin and bear it, but this was no injury; it was only insult. The white, white wings that sprouted from your back—you did not need to be told its likeness resembled the silhouettes of the heavenly messengers; your silhouette reminded you just fine—they weighed heavy on you, yet beyond the initial growth which you hardly remember there was yet to be very much pain whatsoever.

If it were painful, then you could say, "This is painful," and be understood; but it was not, and you could not. The pain was in your heart, in your sense of self; you could never call this body beautiful, nor could you ever understand this body to be anything beyond ugly, but now it was, to you, grotesque—and more than anything, you knew. Not one person would understand.

When you returned you spent a long time in front of the mirror, dragging your fingers through to pluck and tear—not pointlessly, of course.

You only needed enough to grip, so that when you took the sword to your back, you could have a better handle on the invading appendages—so that you could hold them properly when the blade went down.

[ When you open your eyes, you find yourself floating in a sea of nothingness. To call it a pitch-black void would be ignorant of the fact that you can see yourself, as though your body produced its own light—yet, despite your surprising visibility, you'll find yourself lacking in color, as though someone ran you through Grayscale.

You only need to wish for it—then you may leave this void.

What do you think of?

A place of comfort?

A place of familiarity?

Somewhere, anywhere, far away from this place? ]

Re: 『』 (body dysphoria, self-harm/feather plucking, eating disorder/saliva in blacked-out text)

[softlyfalling]

[ the void is very comfortable actually. she is chill with the void.

but... well, she has to do something here, after all. what she'd wish for... something she knows. something familiar. ]

Re: 『』 (body dysphoria, self-harm/feather plucking, eating disorder/saliva in blacked-out text)

[firststone]

[ is there an option d ]

Re: 『』 (body dysphoria, self-harm/feather plucking, eating disorder/saliva in blacked-out text)

[protectshisown]

[That is. A lot of feelings and this is a lot of weird, but there is a goal. People were asleep. They needed to wake up. It was something to focus on because the rest of this is wild.]

[...people needed to wake. So they were stuck asleep.]

[The void is not terrible. Disconcerting, but not so bad he can't think. The person had to be asleep.]

[So a place of comfort. He focuses on going there.]

Re: 『』 (body dysphoria, self-harm/feather plucking, eating disorder/saliva in blacked-out text)

[composeur]

[also gonna ask if there's an option D


what he's really thinking about however is if he'll ever see anyone ever again. maybe he shouldn't. that would probably be for the best. even if he wants to see them more than anything.

is that familiarity? or comfort? ]

『A Place of (Un)Familiarity』

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[ You stand in Tokyo-F. . . or, maybe not.

It's certainly modern Tokyo of some sort; the skyline is different, insofar as government buildings are completely missing—the Game Tower, for example, is just gone from your sight—and while there are a few tall business buildings, they seem to be for malls and shopping centres and areas of business. Otherwise, the only other tall buildings seem to be for residents . . .

. . . Of which there are many. This might be Tokyo, but this isn't Imeeji's Tokyo—there are people everywhere, bustling and chattering as they walk around, or in some cases, bike around. There's strangely no sight of cars anywhere about, nor any indication that cars even really exist—there aren't any parking lots or garages, for example.

Well, it's. . . time to explore?

You see a path running snaking down to the ocean cliffside, as well as to a house nearby it.

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

Re: 『A Place of (Un)Familiarity』

[softlyfalling]

[ oh...

well, there's something that seems lovely about the ocean cliffside. she'll head that way. ]

『Heaven's Grass』

[apocryfall]

[ You stand at a white-capped hill with a bright light. Something is at the top, there—something with purpose. Something that would grant you purpose.

As you climb to the top of the hill, you realize—it is not snow that caps the land here, but rather, an impossibly large field of white flowers. There are hundreds here—no, surely thousands—and as you step through, you see the flowers spring back up as though they were never stepped on at all. These flowers are varied for the most part in terms of species—poppies and daisies are plentiful, as are anemones—but the lion's share of flowers are the roses. ]

Re: 『Heaven's Grass』

[firststone]

[ thank god I don't have real feet or they'd be rotted off by now anyway I guess

tfw you hate all the options so you pick something else but then you hate this too

climbing up the hill. ]

Re: 『Heaven's Grass』

[softlyfalling]

[ oh—it's not snow at all. it's beautiful—

she steps through gingerly at first, loathe to hurt any of the flowers she at first mistook for snow—but once she sees how the just spring right back up she walks with more confidence. ]

Re: 『Heaven's Grass』

[composeur]

[ purpose, huh.....

humming to himself, he starts to ascend. he's also going to start picking roses on his way up. ]

Re: 『Heaven's Grass』

[protectshisown]

[Oh wow. That's. Really pretty.]

[Well, he'll start on up, picnic basket in hand.]

『A Place of Comfort』

[apocryfall]

[ You stand in front of a Japanese-style house. Though quaint, small in size, you can sense the liveliness; even if you couldn't sense it, you could surely smell it in the air, the scent of cooked food wafting through the open screen door and into the open air.

There is a small garden and a pool, and river stones line the paths from your feet to the house.

Beyond this place are trees and other houses, ultimately leading to what seems to be the city. If you were to take the opposite road, you could go to the ocean cliffside.

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

Re: 『A Place of Comfort』

[protectshisown]

[Well then.]

[...do I want to trust food after those feelings?]

[Maybe there's answers there.]

[He will head to the house.]

『Somewhere, Anywhere』

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[ You reach the cliffside by the ocean; the seasalt affronts your senses, overwhelming in the scent and yet bearable all the same. The waves crash under you, pulling from the rocks to retreat and start over again.

A man sits on a bench nearby, large sketchpad in hand as he paints; he's engrossed in his work, desperately moving his brush as though if he moved it fast enough he could catch the wave before it returned to the sea.

You can take the path from the cliffside down to the city. From here, you can see the path splitting off to a house as well. . .

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

Re: 『Somewhere, Anywhere』

[softlyfalling]

[ she pauses, to watch the man paint, curious. it's not anyone she knows, is it? ]

THE BADTIMES

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AO

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『****』

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[ Instantly, your world turns upside down.



Your existence is instantly fused with the Grail. You're overcome by a comfortable feeling like when one is about to fall asleep, and the sensation continues infinitely. You're engulfed by something soft, and you keep sinking without end—

down,

down,



down.


Any malice, no matter how strong, would vanish here.

Any desire to kill, no matter how great, would be useless in the face of this.

This entire space, filled with happiness, peace, pleasure, order and purity all mixed together, feels like sweet milk dripping over your entire body.

So pleasant it is, that it feels as though your brain's functions have halted.

Your brains functions have become unnecessary.

Thought and instinct are unneeded. So melt away. Melt away and become one with it, until you’re reduced to mere sweet, formless milk. ]

Re: 『Rye』

[protectshisown]

[THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE TRIES FOR HEROICS.]

[Falling. Sinking. The feeling is a familiar, even if he doesn't remember. Enough times and the body remembers.]

[It's not so strange. Malice was not something that he held in his heart. The desire to kill, rare, a flickering thing in the moment. There is not much to melt away in regards to that.]

[The halting point comes to the more pleasant feelings. Not so foreign, but unexpected without a tinge of the negative. Of doubts and sinister voices of his own mind and personality. It's nice. Peaceful. It would be easy to let go.]

[His mind could stop it's racing and he could just sleep without issue for once-]

[But there's someone to save.]

[No, no, there is someone to save. Lucifel. Luci. The one who fixed his hand, who tried to warn him of the danger of SensitIVs. An idiot who hurts himself to make a point, whose confused at concern being directed at him because HE WAS BLEEDING, of course he was concerned!]

[SensitIVs were allies. Luci helped him. Luci showed him kindness and showed him warning kindness in a dumb way and he is clearly maladjusted, and there are people who are even WORSE who are HURTING HIM-]

[Luci who watched a man burn to death, and he's sure he'd be tasting bile in his throat if he was out of this place, but that makes it all the more important. Because someone has to act when people are hurting. Someone has to save them. Luci is the man on fire and he needed to help-]

[He needs to get out.]

[He needs to get out.]

[He tries to look, see a way up, a way to escape-]

『****』

[apocryfall]

[ Instantly, your world turns upside down.



Your existence is instantly fused with the Grail. You're overcome by a comfortable feeling like when one is about to fall asleep, and the sensation continues infinitely. You're engulfed by something soft, and you keep sinking without end—

down,

down,



down.


Any malice, no matter how strong, would vanish here.

Any desire to kill, no matter how great, would be useless in the face of this.

This entire space, filled with happiness, peace, pleasure, order and purity all mixed together, feels like sweet milk dripping over your entire body.

So pleasant it is, that it feels as though your brain's functions have halted.

Your brains functions have become unnecessary.

Thought and instinct are unneeded. So melt away. Melt away and become one with it, until you’re reduced to mere sweet, formless milk. ]

Re: 『****』

[firststone]

[ joke's on you the function of my brain where I respond to this by having a complete fucking meltdown is ALWAYS unnecessary and it's ALWAYS here anyway

anyway she is just fucking bawling and trying to claw her way out, or claw her skin off, one or the other, inasmuch as she can really even do either one with prosthetics ]

『****』

[apocryfall]

[ Instantly, your world turns upside down.



Your existence is instantly fused with the Grail. You're overcome by a comfortable feeling like when one is about to fall asleep, and the sensation continues infinitely. You're engulfed by something soft, and you keep sinking without end—

down,

down,



down.


Any malice, no matter how strong, would vanish here.

Any desire to kill, no matter how great, would be useless in the face of this.

This entire space, filled with happiness, peace, pleasure, order and purity all mixed together, feels like sweet milk dripping over your entire body.

So pleasant it is, that it feels as though your brain's functions have halted.

Your brains functions have become unnecessary.

Thought and instinct are unneeded. So melt away. Melt away and become one with it, until you’re reduced to mere sweet, formless milk. ]

Re: 『****』

[composeur]

[ oh great

honestly......

leo could use all the help he can get to fall asleep, so this is kind of nice




except for the milk bit that part's kinda weird even by his standards ]

『"Luci"』

[sancrimony]

[ You step into the room.

It flickers between colorized and grayscale, but in its colored moments you can see the walls are pink, expansive; there's a rollercoaster starting at one corner of the room, breaking out of the walls and ceiling and looking impossibly large in scale, but across the room there's the scent of the sea, and one can see the beach and the tides. It seems this room isn't particularly well-formed or coherent, instead a potpourri of subconscious, like one might expect from a dream.

A white-haired person in a men's yukata is crouched with their back turned to you, hushing something—multiple somethings?—that bark to your arrival. One black, one brown, both bounding around impatiently as the person tries to keep them from bounding up to you—dogs! ]

Re: 『"Luci"』

[protectshisown]

[FREEDOM.]

[He stumbles forward and will hit his knees because now that he doesn't have things clinging to his mind, it feels safer to finally breathe and stop for a moment.]

[Okay, okay. Focus. What's around you?]

[A person and-]

[DOGS.]

[Do...do they knock him over? Because he's off balanced.]

『****』

[apocryfall]

[ Instantly, your world turns upside down.



Your existence is instantly fused with the Grail. You're overcome by a comfortable feeling like when one is about to fall asleep, and the sensation continues infinitely. You're engulfed by something soft, and you keep sinking without end—

down,

down,



down.


Any malice, no matter how strong, would vanish here.

Any desire to kill, no matter how great, would be useless in the face of this.

This entire space, filled with happiness, peace, pleasure, order and purity all mixed together, feels like sweet milk dripping over your entire body.

So pleasant it is, that it feels as though your brain's functions have halted.

Your brains functions have become unnecessary.

Thought and instinct are unneeded. So melt away. Melt away and become one with it, until you’re reduced to mere sweet, formless milk.

There is one point of comfort, in all of this: Lucifel's nails dig into Shrike's hand, deep enough to cause pinpricks of pain. Still, it's something to concentrate on—something to focus. Something to keep her, herself. ]

Re: 『****』

[softlyfalling]

[ hey that's great it's almost like they have similar coping mechanisms for dissociating into another plane of existence.

she concentrates on his hand, and claps her other hand over her ear, as instructed. ]