Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2021-01-23 11:18 am
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Nemesis Heart - R1

[The first time you try to open your eyes, there is nothing but red.]




[Questions bubble up, voiceless:

What will you keep?

What will you change?

What will you do?
]





[And then your eyes open.]
purrrnicious: (39)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-24 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She barks a sharp, bitter laugh.]

Don't pretend to know me. You don't know anything about me -- and I've realized nothing I do matters to you enough to change that.



[Actually you know what. Dragging her to the wine cellar dungeon instead. She can go hang out with Hordak and Shadow Weaver.]
purrrnicious: (6)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-24 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoops she was not expecting to disappear everyone. After catching herself on the wall, she looks around — is everything else otherwise the same?]
purrrnicious: (81)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-24 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well.

Going to the table, then, to check out what’s up there. ]
purrrnicious: (13)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-24 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[She picks up the suggestion box to see if she can pry it open and see what’s in there. ]

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-25 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[4 + 3 so one succeeds, one ties with her number...]

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Nothing too fancy. She's got Living Forge (or like 20 knives on her at any given time) so she uses a blade to jam between the lid and main box as a lever to attempt to wrench it open.]
purrrnicious: (F-19)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-25 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Plucking up one of the top ones to unfold and read and see what all of this is about, exactly.]
purrrnicious: (F-31)

Re: AVANTE EN DORM

[personal profile] purrrnicious 2021-01-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sounds uncomfortably like her own inner voice. She sets it aside with a soft huff, leaving the box emptied and papers scattered right where they are.

Maybe she'll check out her room...]