Nemesis Heart - R3

[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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REQ

[idolpro]

[The room is a little too bright; the glare burns your uncovered skin, and the bones and muscles of your back ripple, itchy under your skin.

You recognize the girl at the other side of the room, all thick glasses and wild hair and attitude that doesn't really mask her fear at all. You can smell it, thick in the room--practically taste the pulse pounding under her skin.

You're so hungry...]

[Roll Spirit.]

Re: REQ

[stakesthesame]

[ ah-- fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck not this again--




spirit roll is a success, with one die. ]

Re: REQ

[idolpro]

["I can't believe they're making you do this," she says, or something like that, who can remember? Either way, she seems frustrated, and frightened, and you can practically see the arteries and muscles and other good stuff, and you know just how delicious, don't you.

There's only one way out of this room, isn't there? So you know what to do next, too]

Re: REQ

[stakesthesame]

[ she remembers. she remembers being-- afraid, of not being good enough, scary enough, tough enough. picking the name on a whim; ace or nemesis, they'd said, for the heart. and nemesis was a cool name. and nobody cared about her. so why not? she wouldn't-- couldn't-- lose.

she didn't lose.






but it's different now. she knows her taste and her smell and her touch and heat and the softness of her smile, her words, her laughter. it's different now. ]

... I chose to do it.

[ is what she said, the first time.

but now she can choose to do something else, can't she? her skin is burning; either something snaps, or the glare of the light does her in. whatever comes first.

even so, she chooses to do it; chooses to sit, and wait, eyes squeezed shut. she owes this to her, after all. ]

Re: REQ

[idolpro]

[For a long time, there's nothing]

[And then there's footsteps, wary, but getting closer]

[A wordless cry, and a rush like something approaching, and then]