Lily has a staring contest with the room, fuck you room, she's coming for you!!!! She wipes the inevitable tears, stares a bit more, and then looks back to Glory.
She shuffles a little awkwardly, how do deal with emotions...
"... Yeah. But it will be okay. You're strong."
Nailed it. But she steps aside, letting Lily make her way to the No Good Very Bad Room.
As you walk, the walls fade away until there’s nothing but darkness around you… and then the grass of a field. The tall stalks ripple around you, and as you walk the wind picks up, sharp, rapid gusts whipping the grass, your clothes, your hair. As though a storm is gathering…
A figure appears in the distance, walking towards you at a leisurely pace, holding onto their hat to stop the wind snatching it off. As they come closer, you realize that their clothes are stained with dried blood - as well as something black.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
The tone is quite mocking. Who could this possibly BE???
"And here I thought you would be gracious enough to honor my request! But do allow me to say, I am very grateful to have some company at last. This place gets quite lonely!"
Stepping closer! :) Arms half open as though intending a hug! :) We are very nice and friendly here in the nightmare field.
He might ask that, but there's some kind of... change to his features; subtle, yet wrong on the deepest level - like he's not exactly a person, more like something wearing a human body as a shell.
Whatever pretense of friendliness he had earlier is gone, replaced with cold, sadistic glee.
"Shall I tell you what it was like? Or, better yet... show you? After all, you are judging me after you've only heard his side of the story. Somewhat... unfair don't you find?"
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"Got it. I guess I'm off, then."
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She shuffles a little awkwardly, how do deal with emotions...
"... Yeah. But it will be okay. You're strong."
Nailed it. But she steps aside, letting Lily make her way to the No Good Very Bad Room.
As you walk, the walls fade away until there’s nothing but darkness around you… and then the grass of a field. The tall stalks ripple around you, and as you walk the wind picks up, sharp, rapid gusts whipping the grass, your clothes, your hair. As though a storm is gathering…
A figure appears in the distance, walking towards you at a leisurely pace, holding onto their hat to stop the wind snatching it off. As they come closer, you realize that their clothes are stained with dried blood - as well as something black.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
The tone is quite mocking. Who could this possibly BE???
someone has played too much ffxv
shhhhshsh
"Well, well, miss Lily. And what might you be doing here?"
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"Ah! Help him learn some manners, perhaps?"
Well, despite the seeming jauntiness of it his voice is rather openly mocking.
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"And what, pray tell, is your issue?"
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"His invasion of my privacy! Can a man not have his secrets?"
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"They are meant to stay secret. Would you take kindly to it if someone came traipsing around your mind, rifling through everything?"
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Since. Y'know.
"So. Why are you here?"
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"Oh, whiling away my time as best I am able, locked away, alone, in the dark... Is it not a familiar feeling?"
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"Let's not talk about me. Why are you covered in blood?"
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"Oh, do not worry about it. Accidents happen, mm?"
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"And here I thought you would be gracious enough to honor my request! But do allow me to say, I am very grateful to have some company at last. This place gets quite lonely!"
Stepping closer! :) Arms half open as though intending a hug! :) We are very nice and friendly here in the nightmare field.
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Does she mean to the hug or to his request?
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"How cold! What is so objectionable about this?"
He might ask that, but there's some kind of... change to his features; subtle, yet wrong on the deepest level - like he's not exactly a person, more like something wearing a human body as a shell.
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"'Out of my mind'?.."
He grins, and something about it, the unkind amusement, feels more chilling than it perhaps should be.
"I would say that I was fully in control of myself. After all, it is much harder to enjoy oneself otherwise!"
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"Oh, but it never is."
Whatever pretense of friendliness he had earlier is gone, replaced with cold, sadistic glee.
"Shall I tell you what it was like? Or, better yet... show you? After all, you are judging me after you've only heard his side of the story. Somewhat... unfair don't you find?"
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She spins her weapon once, holding it at the ready.
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"How terribly cruel of you. Do you think he would approve of that, you threatening me so readily? Would he not say that I, too, deserve forgiveness?"
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
HE IS VERY NOT GOOD
YELLING AND SCREAMING
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cw many bad gore
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