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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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screams—not fearful, but enraged, in a way that reverberates through the courtyard.her talons elongate, sharp and bladelike, and she lunges. ]
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[And she can move. In an eyeblink, darting back and clear, or clear enough, and lost as her self is beneath it all that feels familiar somehow. The claws rake against her wings, sharp metal dragged against stone, leaving beadlets of glowing-white light shivering in place for a moment, before they spill.
[She pivots, striking down with her swords, aiming for center mass.]
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[It drives her forward, pressing the advantage, and the swords - they just don't feel like enough. She reaches for Eirene, razor-sharp nails flashing golden in the light as she pulls her close, claws sinking deep into her prey and tearing, tearing.]
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she struggles; she screams—but eventually, the screaming loses its jarring quality, and she stops moving. ]
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[Her teeth, her teeth are pressed close to Eirene's neck, snapping at the skin, then biting down, hard.
[She's hungry. Merciful twelve, she's hungry.
[And, starving as she is, Alisaie simply doesn't have the strength to resist.]