POST-ROUND 1 MINGLE

[idolpro]

[ Once the decisions have been made, everyone is ushered—though those gentle tugs—out their respective mud rooms into the courtyard. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides one half of the courtyard away—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard. From beyond, idols can hear the distant sounds of something rumbling—perhaps it's the ground shaking. . .

The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]

[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]

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[carrionmywaywardsun]

[yeah, Valor remembers. there's a brief rush of air around him as Hysmine Blessing activates, waiting for Alphinaud's next thrust he steps around and forward, trying to sidestep the lance's point and grab the lance as it goes past, putting all his boosted strength into forcing it to a sudden halt. (he's not entirely successful at the sidestep--didn't get the timing quite right and the lance's point glances off his side, digging a bloody gash into his ribs, but he keeps moving as if he hadn't felt it.)]

Yeah? Noticed you had to get all dressed up with your fancy fucking artifacts before you could even get within ten feet of me. Are your knees still shaking?

[sagescion]

My knees are perfectly steady, thank you.

[He swings at him again, whirling his weapon around him like it was an extension of his limbs. This time he aims lower, trying to sweep his blade across his stomach or to catch him in the ribs again.]

What's the matter? Afraid you're at a disadvantage?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Even with Hysmine Blessing pumping up his strength, Valor doesn't have enough leverage to keep his grip on the lance. But he's already closed the gap between them a little, so he's going to move closer again, heedless of the lance gouging his side again--]

Got no weapons, no armor. I'd say that's the fucking definition of a disadvantage.

But scared? Of you? Don't make me laugh.

[--and aim a punch at the weak spot on Alphinaud's neck, with all the force he can muster.]

[sagescion]

[Well that hurt he wheezes for a moment, caught off guard, and then tries to slam the blade of his lance right into Valor's midsection. He can't speak, but he does make an almost feral and annoyed sound.

If trying to impale him won't work, he'll just have to keep trying to stab him until it does.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[this time, Alphinaud's lance hits Valor straight on, right in the gut.]

Aw, fuck.

[sagescion]

[He is determined to make Valor suffer, twisting the blade of his lance so that it tears into him.]

It's painful, isn't it? You had best remember it.

[He rips the blade out of him again, his expression grim.]

I'd hate to teach you the lesson a second time.

[He slams his blade into him again, skewering him in the chest.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[he just

laughs

like Alphinaud's rage is the funniest fucking thing in the world]

Next time... try harder.

[he's still laughing when Alphinaud runs him through]

[sagescion]

[And Valor would probably still be laughing at how conflicted he is over all of this, had Alphinaud not made sure to kill him this time instead of playing with his food so to speak.

He hates it and he hates Valor and the fact that he now literally and figuratively has his blood on his hands now. He only hopes Lark won't be upset with him.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[you literally did this to yourself, bro. enjoy the guilt!]