idolpro | Izanagi's Heart Game

Do you know how to get to the basement?

[Blinking. Which you can see now, because he is visible.]

The what?

To the young master.

[ hello??? ]

[Scratching the back of his head.]

I wouldn't know anything about that. I'm just here to provide a stage, props, instruments, whatever a guest might want to put on a little show of their own.

I won't go up unless someone can tell me.

[ '-'

your stage is my hostage now ]

Any performances onstage are broadcast to everyone here. Maybe you could do a performance to catch everyone's attention, and use it to ask for directions?

. . .

[ hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnngh ]

. . . . Got a piano?

Sure do! The stagehands can help you wheel it out.

[ ok well he's gonna go get a piano to the stage

wait

did a dude just go down the stage . . . trapdoor??????? ]

[He apparently just vanished into the boards.

Play the fucking piano, Ayumu.]

[ no he's walking over to the trapdoor. where is this. what ]

[Seems like solid board to him!]

[ . . . .

FINE

HE'LL PLAY THE FUCKING PIANO ]

[Good! Do that!]

[ he's doing it!!!! he's playing the piano!!!!!!! ]

You’re playing basketball.

It’s a tough game, but you’re winning - your teammates, a ragtag group as they are compared to your clearly skilled opponents, keep managing to get the ball to you to score. It’s exhilarating, the cheers of the audience, the praise of your teammates. You’re the center of attention because of your abilities and it feels great. You can’t remember a recent time that felt any happier - like a ray of sunshine after so many grey and stormy days.

...Or at least, that's the scene you believe yourself to be in for a brief moment. Once you return to the present, you find yourself still standing on the stage. And, should you check, your badge is glowing faintly as one of the fragments goes from clear to silver.

You've found another Fragment.

[ CAN I GO TO THE TRAPDOOR YET ]

[APPARENTLY

because the Fragment pieces are in fact floating up to point at it. If he examines it a second time, there’s a thin line forming a square in the wood, and a hole one might use to stick their fingers into the piece to pull it off.]

[ alright let's pop that bad boy off ]

Pulling off the piece reveals a long metal ladder that extends down into utter darkness. Looks like the stage was hiding a trapdoor all along.

The Fragments are still pointing into the depths of the hole. If tested, the ladder seems secure and sound, even if there’s absolutely no indication to where it might lead.

But you already know, don't you?

[ yeah.

time to go down ]

As you descend into the darkness, you become aware of a consistent, shrill sound... It seems electronic in nature, and it grows louder, though never overpowering as you descend rung by rung.

Eventually your foot meets a tile floor, and you find yourself in a dark hallway. Enough illumination comes from a door at the end of the hallway to see that the walls and flooring all seem to be a sterile white - and whatever’s in the room has got to be the source of the sound. The door is ajar, although there is nothing in particular visible from this part of the hallway.

The Fragments float up again, pointing towards the door.

[ door: open ]

You enter a hospital room.

The heart monitor is flatlining, leaving it droning, a consistent and inescapable whine. Laid in the bed with white sheets drawn over a hospital robe is the thin and pale body of one who you may know better as Izanagi, eyes closed and unmoving.

Oddly enough, the light no longer seems as consistent - in fact, the Fragments are pulsing now, blinking in a steady beat. They seem to be tugging towards the body... and with a soft click, the badge loosens from your clothing, leaving the badge sagging.

It seems it may now be removed, although no matter how it is moved, the Fragments will continue to pull on their chains as they point at the body.

[ we are metaphorically slam dunking these fragments onto that body which is to say

we are, actually, going over to the body to drop the fragments onto it ]

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