Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2018-10-18 10:02 pm
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The Last Supper - FIGHT

[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]
stakesthesame: (Never Hungover Again)

[personal profile] stakesthesame 2018-10-20 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah. She tries to jerk back; not quick enough, already losing some steam, and comes away with her eye slashed over and bloody, certainly redder than her eldritch friend's here.

The pain is fiery-- deeper than the stinging from sunlight touching her skin-- and she panics, ripping at her with a new fury. She tears, bites, swallows, eyes squeezed shut as she blindly eats and drinks that strange dark blood. Eats and eats and eats until there's nothing but the remnant puddles of viscous liquid left.

And she opens her eyes to a room empty but for that and herself, trembling. Shrinking until she's humanoid again and quietly saying, ]

... Nemesis?



[ ah. I ate her. I ate a person.





She quickly leaves. ]