Nemesis Heart - R2

[idolpro]

[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.]

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HURRICANE

[idolpro]

[You cannot see anything. Not your hand in front of your face, not a difference between your eyes being open and closed. It is silent, the acoustics dead like a sound room.

There is nothing.

There is no one.]



[Roll Spirit]

Re: HURRICANE

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Nnnnope, he doesn't like this at all,]

...hello?

Anyone here?

[One success, and one failure]

Re: HURRICANE

[idolpro]

[There is no answer.]

[Perhaps it's worth looking around...or maybe it isn't. Roll Spirit]

Re: HURRICANE

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Both failures, this time]

[He starts to walk, unable to shake the sinking feeling that this is all too familiar]

...anybody?

Nem?

Re: HURRICANE

[idolpro]

[There is nothing at all, for a long

long

time.




And then there's the glint of something, not quite as far as you feared.]

Re: HURRICANE

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat; the little surge of hope that lances through him like a blade is painfully strong]

[He knows he shouldn't run - knows he needs to pace himself - but he starts off at a run, anyway, unable to tamp the impulse down]

Re: HURRICANE

[idolpro]

[It's not as far as you'd thought, though what is time, anyway?

The little squares become bigger and bigger as you approach. One turns out to be a shiny metal fridge, your approaching reflection clear in the polished surface.

The other, equally large, also has a mirror finish. But instead of your reflection, you see your teammates--your friends--on the other side.

What do you do?]

Re: HURRICANE

[crossmyheartandhope]

[What he wants to do is sink down to his knees at the base of this window looking out into the world and let the impulse to start sobbing overtake him]

[He knows how this goes, after all. He has lots and lots and LOTS of practice. History says this was all just a dream; that he managed to get to sleep for a while, and imagined anywhere else, and now he's woken up again]

[That's all]

[But he remembers the numbers ticking down to that rendezvous, and the castle looming in the distance, and - well. He has to try, right? If there's even a chance any of that was real, he owes it to Nem to try, to be there when the countdown ends]

[He takes a shaking breath in - slams his fist against the opening, hard as he can, over and over again: one success, and one perfect match for his chosen number]

Re: HURRICANE

[idolpro]

[The mirrored surface dents under your fist, the reflection warped and ruined. Another blow and the door's seal cracks open, bright light coming from within.

You can, if you wish, go through]

Re: HURRICANE

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It seems fake - seems almost too good to be true]

[He pulls it open, cautiously]

...guys?