idolpro | The Last Supper

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- exael

The Last Supper - future is now

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

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[there she is]

Well. . .?

[looking at her a bit expectantly now]

. . . We will have to play. That's how it is.

[finding a spot near Intensity.]

[quirks her brows and follows, taking a seat next to her]

Oho. . . is it? You don't believe there are any other choices?

There are other choices. It just ends up with two poisons instead of one.

An idol is an idol.

[uses her fingers to draw a smile from the edge of her mouth, following the scars.]

They'll make sure that we'll entertain the audience, won't they?

[The smile disappears.]

As long as we standby our choices, that's okay.

Edited 2018-10-19 01:08 (UTC)

[oh, Angel]

[hmph. . . her smile is sharp, but empty]

If that's how you feel, then let us make a series of choices we won't regret.

[nods]

Okay.

[one day she will learn how to be more comforting]

[that day is not today]

Will you be all right?

[looking away from everyone for a brief moment so you can't see her face]

I will be.

Edited 2018-10-19 01:37 (UTC)

[the lies we tell ourselves in order to survive, Infinity thinks to herself]

Very good. And as gauche as this game is, considering we are dear unitmates, I suppose you can count on me to have your back throughout it all.