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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. ]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
[Feel it seeping down her face, like tears, only twice as scalding.
[Was this how it was, Tesleen? Was this what it had been, to be boiled away by primordial Light - to feel yourself drowned and dissolved, washed away by searing bright-white nothing, only to be reborn as something changed, something warped and twisted and wrong that wore your face?
[The hunger is almost unbearable.]
1/2
[ her own skin is starting to flake away from the cracks like old enamel glaze, and just behind that translucent layer of blue flame is the dark of void and endless falling stars ]
You almost look like an angel, now.
/3 actually
[ that pure-dark emptiness spills out out of her, more and more, into vast tangles of starry wings ]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
It roars something that sounds almost like a song. ]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
[She despises it.
[And yet - and yet, it has its uses, and Alisaie is finally coming to know them, mayhap even as Tesleen did. It's fast. It's strong. And it's purposeful.
[There's a sword in her hand, fine-bladed and burning bright. Fast and purposeful (and terrified, and starving) she strikes - aiming for the root of a wing.]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
Oh! Oh! A sword—!
This body may be a large target, but it's as fluid as it is vast, twisting back on itself in a single swift motion, double jaws parting as she dives for the "angel's" arm. To rip, to tear.
...Not the sword arm, though. She could never bear to stop the joy of a sword. ]