POST-ROUND 3 MINGLE

[idolpro]

[ Once the decisions have been made, everyone is ushered—through 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. ]

Comments

[thisismagrave]

That's rich coming from you. [Shaking his head to get the daze off.]

After all, he and I are the same size.

[And then his own tendrils are gonna whip out quickly, because he's going to be using Quick As A Wink pretty much constantly.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He does in fact allow the other Nemesis to support him, though only long enough to help him back to his feet, and then he's trying to turn back toward the fray]

I ain't just leaving you there...!

[unbr8kable]

Nope.

[And before he can combat this second Appel, she drags Hurricane farther away, sorry you are in time out now]

[As for the Nemmonster, whatever clapback she'd had planned comes out as a nails-on-blackboard screech instead--apparently there are no tongues in the gaping maws, just razor-sharp teeth. A few flail towards Rufous, more powerful than quick. For a moment, this lets it flit out of the way of Rufous's tendrils, bending and arching out of the way.

Regardless, speed has never been Nemesis's strong suit, and it doesn't take long for the tendril to hit its mark. The beast belches out a cloud of red-tinged smog and disappears]

[...There's still a big wall of swords, at least?]