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Mukuro's Tournament - Round 3 - SEMIFINALS
[ The room is plain and unassuming, as all the rooms you entered before are. White tiles make up the floor, lighting up with your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.
On the far wall is a door. It is locked. ]
On the far wall is a door. It is locked. ]
DANTALION LOKI KALERVO SVANTOVIT REBEL REBEL vs Erlk☆nig
DECISION
Re: DECISION
RESULT
After about thirty seconds, if the winner does not proceed to the next room, the floor tiles will start moving up one row of tiles at a time, starting from the back wall - they tilt to a steep angle that rounds at the edges, even gaining a slippery quality to ensure that none may be able to get a grip on the tiles or move backwards. The winner will eventually be pushed out of the room and into the next one. (To be unlocked when the next round unlocks.) ]
PUNISHMENT - Erlk☆nig
You're yanked closer to the ground by something heavy and stiff weighing on your neck; the metal cuff is cold, and in the glow of bright red you can see the chain leading down from your neck to the coal furnace - the only source of light. Your wrists and ankles are bound in much the same way, the iron heavy enough that you're forced on your hands and knees. You can see the vague shape of someone reaching for a poker that sits in the furnace, pulling the instrument out. For a poker, it looks a little strange, more like a brick than anything -
- or, maybe it's not. You can see some sort of design etched onto the tip. Perhaps you understand what that symbol is and what's about to happen, or perhaps you don't. Regardless, no amount of struggling or resistance will stop the person from finding a spot on your body - whether they need to tear parts of your clothes off or not to do so - and press the iron against your flesh, metal hissing as the contacted skin melts to the touch. Your captor tilts the branding iron against your skin, making sure to get every corner of the mark well imprinted on you.
The pain feels like it shoots beyond the skin, heat going straight into bone. Once the branding iron has been removed, you're left alone to sit with your own pain. At some point, the red glow fades. Did you pass out, or were you whisked away just as quickly as you were brought here?
Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, the burn throbbing. You're not feeling too well. ]
DISCUSSION
Re: DISCUSSION
straight up SHRIEKS as if she were in mortal pain]
Re: DISCUSSION
WHAT. like he's bleeding out also, by the way, but is she injured what's going on ]
Hey!?
Re: DISCUSSION
Please! Please! I don't want to die! I only just woke up yesterday, please!!
[is that really a plea or just a demand........]
Re: DISCUSSION
but he's gotten this far. ]
I've already sacrificed two people before you. And the same must be for you, if you've already gotten this far.
Re: DISCUSSION
[also amidst the drama she's definitely like, taking a step or two closer to the button]
Re: DISCUSSION
he's also moving forwards, and grabbing her by the arm. ]
Maybe you should have been placed on sensitIV instead, with those crocodile tears.
Re: DISCUSSION
though her demeanor completely changes at that, along with her voice]
Whoa, whoa, slow down big boy, at least take me out to dinner and buy me some flowers first!
[she's totally going to try and knee him in the crotch]
Re: DISCUSSION
though it does piss him off. his grip on her wrist gets tighter and he yanks-- swinging her towards the other end of the room, farthest from the button. ]
Not going to happen. [ the date? or the button? well. either. ]
For having "just woken up yesterday", you're already a pain in the ass.
Re: DISCUSSION
Wow! You keep moving fast! If you wanna get pounded that bad you should've just said so from the start! Skip all these formalities!
Re: DISCUSSION
-- Pounded? [ gives her a look. what the fuck is wrong with you. who the hell are you. fucking zraels. ] .... I hope they take your tongue.
[ and presses the button. ]