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You're at the reintro. You're at the heartgame. You're at the combination reintro/heartgame.

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
- Pablo Neruda
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bought a bubblegum scented sword so the last thing
my enemies realise is how fun and cute i am
- wolfpupy

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shattered blade, light-scarred:
this is how you love the battlefield.
The hands that hold you are gentle, but not tender.
Kill them, you whisper in your not-voice. Kill them kill them kill them, strike swift strike deadly; my edge shall be your fury and all who oppose you shall know the perfection of the cut.
There is power in these hands, and awe-ful rage, and oh! you could be everything for her and you are sure that she hears you—
“Harlowe, if you would?” Her voice is as delicately lovely as the silk a killer shoves down their victim’s throat.
The man-shaped god in the black hood nods, and takes you back in his callused hands, so of course you call to him too (it is your nature), but he is indifferent as he lays you across an anvil.
And for some reason, he has seen fit to wield—instead of you!—an axe. He did not have it a moment ago, but now it rests in his hand as naturally as if it were part of him. And in a way, you suppose it is. But what could an axe possibly do to you?
He swings down once: a scream of steel-on-steel, and you go as red hot as the forge that made you.
He swings down again: your edges glow with white-blue heat. (In his hands, an axe can do this.)
He swings down a third time: you are violently cold—
—and it’s sudden, much too sudden…!
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> SHATTER
no subject
1/2: SCARS
When you use a scar, please clearly state the scar you're using in the relevant comment, as well as what overall effect you're trying to achieve.
2/2: START
shattered blade, light-scarred:
this is how you love the battlefield.
The hands that hold you are gentle, but not tender.
Kill them, you whisper in your not-voice. Kill them kill them kill them, strike swift strike deadly; my edge shall be your fury and all who oppose you shall know the perfection of the cut.
There is power in these hands, and awe-ful rage, and oh! you could be everything for her and you are sure that she hears you—
“Harlowe, if you would?” Her voice is as delicately lovely as the silk a killer shoves down their victim’s throat.
The man-shaped god in the black hood nods, and takes you back in his callused hands, so of course you call to him too (it is your nature), but he is indifferent as he lays you across an anvil.
And for some reason, he has seen fit to wield—instead of you!—an axe. He did not have it a moment ago, but now it rests in his hand as naturally as if it were part of him. And in a way, you suppose it is. But what could an axe possibly do to you?
He swings down once: a scream of steel-on-steel, and you go as red hot as the forge that made you.
He swings down again: your edges glow with white-blue heat. (In his hands, an axe can do this.)
He swings down a third time: you are violently cold—
—and it’s sudden, much too sudden…!
no subject
what is even happening]
no subject
> SHATTER
Re: SIGN IN and START: New Characters
1/2: SCARS
When you use a scar, please clearly state the scar you're using in the relevant comment, as well as what overall effect you're trying to achieve.
2/2: START
shattered blade, light-scarred:
this is how you love the battlefield.
The hands that hold you are gentle, but not tender.
Kill them, you whisper in your not-voice. Kill them kill them kill them, strike swift strike deadly; my edge shall be your fury and all who oppose you shall know the perfection of the cut.
There is power in these hands, and awe-ful rage, and oh! you could be everything for her and you are sure that she hears you—
“Harlowe, if you would?” Her voice is as delicately lovely as the silk a killer shoves down their victim’s throat.
The man-shaped god in the black hood nods, and takes you back in his callused hands, so of course you call to him too (it is your nature), but he is indifferent as he lays you across an anvil.
And for some reason, he has seen fit to wield—instead of you!—an axe. He did not have it a moment ago, but now it rests in his hand as naturally as if it were part of him. And in a way, you suppose it is. But what could an axe possibly do to you?
He swings down once: a scream of steel-on-steel, and you go as red hot as the forge that made you.
He swings down again: your edges glow with white-blue heat. (In his hands, an axe can do this.)
He swings down a third time: you are violently cold—
—and it’s sudden, much too sudden…!
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[There's something in the back of K's mind (between the fear and the confusion and the weird familiarity of it all) that is stuck on the fact he was supposed to be going running.]
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And so this is how you die.
> SHATTER