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The Last Supper - Hunting Grounds
[ Chosen idols will find themselves abruptly taken, in their unit's room one moment and out in a courtyard the next. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides the courtyard into sections—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard.
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]
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Ah, who gives a shit.
Let's get this parṭ̶̨̺͓̗͈̤͈̳̞̯̼̟̒̾͗̈́͆̎y̵̡̢̧̛̪̤̼̰̺͔͉̹̮͖͖̹̏ ̵̢̝̜̝̈́̐͑s̸̡̗̦̜̞̙͕̞̲͉̏̑̇̽͌̏͂̓̅̊̿̒͑̈́̉͊̕ṱ̴̢̡̢̻͉̠̘̙̀͌̆̄̈́̽͊͜͠ͅȁ̵̹̳̰͇͉̞̈́̈̆͐͂̒́̓́͛̊̈̽r̷̨̢͚̮̼̟̐̔̉̇͆̀̾̀́͌̍̅͂̚t̴̢̲͉͖̲͚̺̻̺̝͕̰̭͖͖̐̀̀̓̂ͅȩ̵͔͙͓͉̦͕̻̓͆̐̏̎̀͆͆ḑ̷͖̜̳̣͓̦̻̜̹̄̾̈́̌͐͑̐͂̉̑͘͝.̵̧̛̯̰̻͍͎̟͈͌̾̇̐͒̿̀̉̑̈́͝
[as he speaks, he turns into a furred, winged, antlered, owl-masked creature, who promptly screeches back]
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she lunges for him, and she's fast, moving like smoke in the wind; but maybe not fast enough. maybe it's just hard to operate at 100% while actually letting yourself tap into your rage for the first time? ]
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not enough—and flailing enough to present more of a target than she would have been otherwise. ]
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stops, wetly, wretchedly, and her limbs go limp. ]
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