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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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Oh, but I do. I do. The people I love and the people that deserve love...and there is not a soul out there that does not, I claim. I protect. I cherish.
[Even other mouths, even if they smell terrible, she would not forsake them. All were deserving.
She hauls her scythe up and stretches her neck to an odd, almost doll-like angle as she smiles.]
I'm kind of in love with everyone out there, y'know?
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[ a memory—of someone else's memory. his hand gripping her son's delicate wrist. possessive. ]
Is that what you think love is?
My son imagines that women know better—but in some ways, he truly is still innocent.
[ There are flares of red at the edges of her cheekbones; metallic gold limning her eyes. Scales spreading over skin. ]
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[It will be the ultimate and most beautiful cycle. The more of them she takes into herself, the stronger she will be, and the more she will be able to protect in kind.]
They will become my strength. You will become my strength. So tell me, what is your name?
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[ she is starting to slowly circle around her now, the naginata twirling in her hands in deceptively languid loops ]
Did you not even choose me intentionally? Simply a toss of the dice?
Give me your name in turn, then, if you're so bold as that.