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PPP; S.3, T.3

The clock strikes twelve and everyone will find themselves inexorably drawn to a seat; the once-empty place marking now bears their name on it. The place settings and food items all vanish in a spray of glitter, and the In the middle of the tables what appears in their stead are--two fancy gold chests, one inlaid with red jewels and the other inlaid with blue jewels (neither of which can be opened yet) as well as what looks to be a game board and, of course, a single dice. The long, billowing curtains draw down around each table and--you'll find yourself unable to leave your table, or see or hear anything beyond it other than the background music which continues to play.

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[Look he knows what that necklace does but you do you.]

[Listen, a lot keeps happening.]

[Time to fight Nero]

[The very beginning, there is a lot of aggression under the surface, shoved down, under control, but it leaves him on edge. He hears something that sets him on edge, and that's when Nero enters the fight.]

[He reacts without thought, the aggression suddenly not under control as he attacks Nero, there is fire and rage and then Nero is farther away and even in the aggression, there is a part of him that is afraid enough to recognize the danger of a weapon.]

[That and the distance helps him calm down, get his head together again, and then there's a new fear. That wasn't him, was it? No, no, it's this body, it's not him, it's not-]

[Then Nero is on him again and the aggression that had been pulled back is in the forefront, and sure, there's the Were Aggression, but there is something deeper in there. There is observation and reaction, and a hand that keeps moving to the side as if he expects something and he does expect Something, though he can never think enough to imagine what. This isn't wild, this is experience.]

[There is fear, there is rage.]

[And there is something that enjoys the fight. There is purpose and control and power and somehow it feels so natural to have.]

[And then Nero kisses him to suck the air out of his lungs and he passes out.]