Pretty Pretty Princess Group 4

[idolpro]

As predicted, the clock chimes ten--anyone who is still milling around will find themselves inexorably drawn to the seat with their name plate sitting in front of it. At this table, the plates, cups and food spread across the place setting vanish. In their places appears a board. Simultaneously, the locks of both chests pop and the lids creak open and players will find their phone screens populating with the game rules.


Game Rules
Items & Effects
Turn In & Winning Criteria

Comments

[sancrimony]

[ pressing his hand down against hers, fingers wrapping around her wrist for just a moment as he leans in, voice soft enough for just her to hear ]

There.

[ pleasantly, pleasantly; he wonders if he could kill her right now, how difficult it would be to kill everyone here right now, and the thought is bitter and angry and unpleasant but he is, in all honesty, delighted by her foolish pride, her need to rise up to the challenge. how foolishly, stupidly wonderful. what a delight - what an idiot. honestly, he couldn't be more tickled - what is there stopping him from tripping the lines of their scars, the overwhelming number that he can see, to end them all right now? how quickly could he stop all of their hearts?

she can feel that, can't she?

there's something precious about having a personal line like this, directly attached to a person who hates him - delightful! - so she can feel it too, how much he hates, how much he despises, how much he adores, how much he loves. that her face twists for him, that she understands - it's lovely. it's so lovely he could puke. ]

Please, go right ahead.

[ and then he's sitting back down, self-satisfied now ]

[unbr8kable]

[She can suppress most of the shudder that goes through her but that shameful fear stays clear as day. And she hates it--hates that she's sharing something so personal, hates that she's sharing something so personal with him of all people, hates that just that one word and one touch that she can't even technically feel is still enough to send panic rising up her throat.

No, she thinks--feels--attempts to send out. She snatches back her arm as soon as pride allows, holding it to her chest--even though they both know how easy it would be to just remove it completely, open back up her stump and her leg and--hell, the place he'd stabbed her way back when, she hadn't even checked to see if that'd scarred or not--

The dice rattle pretty well on their own before she even starts to intentionally roll them, and her movements are jerky and quick, trying to think--feel about anything else fuuuck this sucks]

[sancrimony]

[ again, the perhaps unexpected feeling of


gosh

nemesis-san is such an endearing person //////////////// so cute /////////// ]

[unbr8kable]

[n o

do not]