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

Second verse, same as the first.

First: Sign in below to receive your character’s miraculous scars.
These are a set of three custom one-use “easy buttons” for navigating the Heart. You can use a Scar at any time to either bypass an obstacle or receive an ~instinct~ (furi: hint) about what to do next. Think of them as handy extras rather than a crucial resource, and feel free to use them however you like.

If your character has already been to this heart, they'll have the same set of scars as before, but you'll start fresh/without any spent.

Second: Powers are off, but you can assume your character has any items with them that they commonly carry (whether or not they were literally holding the item at the time of falling asleep/entering the heart). Hellfire thinks your weapons are cool and wants you to have them.

Third: This is a Corruption Heart.
Assume your character instinctively knows the following:

They are, somehow, journeying through the mind/spirit of one of their unitmates.
The unitmate's spirit is out of balance, and their task is to restore that balance lest the spirit become critically warped.
Furthermore, they are aware of the three miraculous scars on their body, and how they can be used.

OOC Notes:
Major content warnings for this heart are unreality/dissociation and plant-based body horror, with minor content warnings for suffocation and drowning, as well as casual bloodshed.

I also wish to clarify that, though flowers will be important indicators of what’s going on in the Heart, their presence is not itself inherently bad or corrupt.

If your character is new to BAD END=DEAD END and/or has not met Kiri, sign in and start here.

If your character has been to this heart before, sign in and start here!

Welcome to BAD END=DEAD END! Wow!!!

It is exactly as you remember it: industrial, with graffitied and paint-splattered walls, but earnestly lived in, with its modern-vintage sofas and high latticed windows. There’s the faint smell of something cooking wafting on the air, and an assortment of random plush tsum tsums (of unit members past and present) scattered over the couch.

(Wait... do you remember this? The cooking... have you ever actually had that recipe?)

........Oh, and twining around the legs of furniture, twisting over exposed industrial pipes, climbing up the windows—there are the briars of wild roses. The dorm’s main living room also now features a tiny stream, winding across the floor and around the couch, which occasionally widens into small pools of water, from which grow tall stems of lotus.

You do not drown.

You open your eyes to find yourself in a clearing; above the trees' canopies the stars glisten gently, and do not fall. They shine back at you in the ripples of water around you, except where the reflections are blocked by the broad shadows of lotus leaves. The creams and pinks of the swaying flowers have an almost lavender hue in the moonlight.

The pond you've found yourself is somewhat small, and most certainly not as deep as the one you sunk down into as your way of making the journey. It will take some care to pull yourself out, though: wild roses grow in tangles at the water's edge. The meadow beyond has no roses; instead, you can see tall stems of purple aconite jutting out amidst the grasses.

Two figures stand a short ways away from the pond, silhouetted by moonlight: a tall woman, and an even taller man, broad-shouldered and hooded. Some of you may even recognize them.

If you head towards the bedrooms, it seems the hallway is distinctly longer than it ought to be—and upon closer examination, it’s easy to see why: there are not only doors for a number of both current and past BAD END members (each with a name carved on it in katakana, though you can read it easily regardless of your own native language), but also doors for some people who were never members at all.

The full list of names on bedroom doors is as follows:

Silk
Lumen
Ordine
Sashay Silfda Eistria Dagger AAA Absolute Zero Slaughtervodka
Jack
Serenity
~~ATTACK AND DETHRONE GOD~~ Hope
Hardcore
Jason
Scythe
Pink
Sabre
Kohime
Nero
Harpy

…and a final door at the end of the hallway, which has some kind of floral crest in addition to the name “Hellfire.”

Here, there is a garden that stretches as far as the eye can see, under bright—but not sunny?—skies. The flowers are of every color and every variety—some large showy blooms, some delicate clusters. Approaching them, there's an instinctive feeling like you're looking at both flowers and something more than flowers—that these are representative of fundamental parts of reality, laid out for you here like a precious tapestry. And somehow, nothing in the world could be more natural.

...Indeed, the strangest part of the garden is actually the flowers that seem to be the same species as one another—odd clumps of consistency in a sea of the otherwise unique. Clusters of delicate Star of Bethlehem snowdrops push through the carpet of flowers, white petals turned toward the sky.

SLAMS LEG DOWN

Here.

o/

HERE WE GO!!!!

Each of these may be used just once! However, the abilities themselves are deliberately extremely broad: if you can remotely justify the scar applying, I'll make it work!
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.

Escape from or break free of anything.

Bind or connect yourself to something.

You feel the pain of something, but it does not harm you in any way that matters.

Thousand-cutting soul—
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…!

Each of these may be used just once! However, the abilities themselves are deliberately extremely broad: if you can remotely justify the scar applying, I'll make it work!
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.

Use anything as a weapon (even things that are not material objects).

Unmake anything, removing it from reality.

Know in what way/why someone or something has failed.

Thousand-cutting soul—
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…!

Each of these may be used just once! However, the abilities themselves are deliberately extremely broad: if you can remotely justify the scar applying, I'll make it work!
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.

Break out or break free of anything.

Make someone or something trust you.

Reject a law (of any kind): it does not apply to you.

Each of these may be used just once! However, the abilities themselves are deliberately extremely broad: if you can remotely justify the scar applying, I'll make it work!
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.

Find or create a critical weakness in something’s structure (need not be a physical “something”).
Cause someone to forget something.
Know intuitively what someone or something needs, from their own perspective.

You find yourself—

Nowhere. No, rather—

Anywhere? A void so perfect, even the word "dark" does not suit, for even darkness has a kind of presence. Even so, if you had to describe what you saw, perhaps you would say: stars upon stars, falling endlessly.

Beyond you, and surrounding you, there is a vast wall of eerie blue flame. And you know, if only you could cross that wall, you could find ~~h̸̗͜͠e̴̦͈̪̯r̷̖̣̫̘͚̫̳̖̤~~ them...

How pathetic.

Pathetic things are alright with me.

A warped thing; a broken and rotting thing. False and vision-fogging, poisoning the heart and mind until all that is left is the Lie, and you choke on it.

Mmhm. And I love it very much.

It is time to come home.

Keep reaching, and you can cross over—

You find yourself—

Nowhere. No, rather—

Anywhere? A void so perfect, even the word "dark" does not suit, for even darkness has a kind of presence. Even so, if you had to describe what you saw, perhaps you would say: stars upon stars, falling endlessly.

Beyond you, and surrounding you, there is a vast wall of eerie blue flame. And you know, if only you could cross that wall, you could find ~~h̸̗͜͠e̴̦͈̪̯r̷̖̣̫̘͚̫̳̖̤~~ them...

How pathetic.

Pathetic things are alright with me.

A warped thing; a broken and rotting thing. False and vision-fogging, poisoning the heart and mind until all that is left is the Lie, and you choke on it.

Mmhm. And I love it very much.

It is time to come home.

Keep reaching, and you can cross over—

[uh

what is even happening]

And this is how you die.

> SHATTER

[...what...?]

[For a moment she is lost in the stars. But then... her eyes go to the wall of blue flames. It is familiar and yet still so eerie.

But she shakes her head and presses forward, through the flames without fear. Because she knows she has to go.]

—Kiri? Kiri Hellfire?

[ she reaches, as far as she can. ]

And this is how you die.

> SHATTER

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