Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2022-02-25 06:55 pm

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. ]

Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH

[personal profile] soulcarve 2022-02-28 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The strange new body grows and loops and extends into a strange serpent of mouths and wings and void.

It roars something that sounds almost like a song. ]
scattershot: (✶ everywhere and nowhere)

Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH

[personal profile] scattershot 2022-02-28 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[This form?

[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.]
Edited 2022-02-28 00:27 (UTC)

Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH

[personal profile] soulcarve 2022-02-28 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ She arcs away (still making that strange screaming song), but she's almost nothing but wings, and when the blade slices through one of them there's a burst of more unnatural blue flame from the stump.

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. ]