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Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 1

[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]

[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]

[Until finally, the last creature falls]

[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]

[And they all lived happily ever after]

[The end]

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[The room is entirely empty. The jar on the desk and the crafts are gone, and all the materials to make them. Nothing is left; every tag and origami figure and wooden miniature has disappeared. And that's good, isn't it? That's what you wanted]

[Even if they weren't good enough, they're with someone who wants them now. (Are they, though? Did anyone want them at all?)]

[And if, perhaps, the room is a little too empty now with everything gone - if, perhaps, you had always hoped there would be something to replace them when they'd gone - isn't that on you, for not knowing better?]

[Even being in this room fills you with a deep and soul-rattling anxiety]

Edited 2021-12-28 04:24 (UTC)

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[what if I put down the bird on the table.]

[It begins to walk on its little mechanical bird legs]

[It is not entirely steady, but it still can make its way across the desk]

[Oh no, that's cute.]

[Okay, he pulls out a pen from his own bag because he carries these kind of supplies.]

[And gonna write on the wall, pretty big.]

['Its only in a dream when things aren't replaced. Life is about finding new things. But its hard to find new things here, isn't it?']