Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2019-08-17 08:09 am

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[ The water begins to bubble, rising up and up in the bowl like a fountain, until it spills out of the bowl in waves, soaking into the dirt and around them. Still, though it overflows, the bowl seems no less empty than before - and the water climbs up and up and up, until the fountain becomes the gentle waterfall of a small stream no bigger than the circumference of the bowl. Through the waterfall, you can see - 


Like a broken tail light, flickering and inconsistent in its brightness, a lump of faulty lighting takes center stage of the waterfall, by and large covered up by the tattered, human-like skinsuit you could recognize as Mehniel, though their outer layer is torn enough that you can see bits of feather and fur poking out, and on the floor around them are abandoned bits of feather and hair too, dim light now that they've been torn out. Behind them you can catch the vague shape of  something, though you'll largely see the lights illuminating it from underneath a bevelled stone indent in the ground. Currently, the lights are a dull, constant red. If you squint you can see a glimpse of the wall behind; on it are hieroglyphs, unreadable to you. ]

PLOT TOPLEVELS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER W/ CONTENT WARNINGS:
TALK WITH THE ANGEL - cw mild body horror in Yugi's thread
! IT'S THE FEDS
THURSDAY ACTIONS TURN-IN
THURSDAY: PRE-FIGHT - cw vein/artery mention in Requiem's thread
THURSDAY: FIGHT - cw dismemberment, decapitation via explosion, eye horror, body horror
THURSDAY: POST-FIGHT - cw body horror (yugi, nemesis) dismemberment, decapitation, general gruesomeness (king) implied suicide (hurricane)
idharlotry: (prayin' to stay in her arms)

Re: POST-FIGHT

[personal profile] idharlotry 2019-08-22 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ no rest for the wicked, or something ]

Re: POST-FIGHT

[personal profile] unbr8kable 2019-08-22 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[of course, that's why it'd be a restless ghost, you just don't have to worry about shoes anymore]

[she would have figured out who the woman must be by now, though she might be curious why she's here, considering... however, with most of her gray matter splattered over a certain deer man's pizza sweats, that's a little too high-thinking for the moment.

at some point the body does this sort of full-body shudder, as if attempting to rise or breathe or be violently ill but immediately giving up on that idea. pain notwithstanding, the balance is all off--there's a reason you don't make voltron when you've only got three lions. somehow she's dizzy anyway, and that's just dumb.

if not a ghost, now what?]
idharlotry: (just until I can die a little longer)

1/3

[personal profile] idharlotry 2019-08-23 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, after taking a moment to speak to intensity she's going over to nemesis' body; she pulls her glove off to press her palm against the stump that makes her neck - ]

Re: POST-FIGHT

[personal profile] idharlotry 2019-08-23 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Did you hear? You don't have to play those horrible games anymore - isn't that great?"

Hurricane gives you a big, beaming grin from ear to ear. It's not that you've graduated. It's not that you've won, not by any means - you're still here in this city, but you've just been demoted to something less than idol. Model, they call it - sit around and look pretty for the camera is what you call it. Whenever a game is called for, instead of being taken to the Game Tower, you're taken to a photoshoot. There's a television in the prep room where they do your makeup and put you in too-stiff clothes and that's where you can watch the idols of Tokyo-F play their games. It's a little stupid at first, a little silly at first, and sometimes you're glad you don't have to be the one on screen doing all these stupid things, but in time the first bloody game happens.

You race home to find Hurricane finishing up on getting himself repaired by Intensity, who in turn has Persephone on hand to help with the organic injuries. Cardigan has already taken care of themself, and Shrike and Griffin and Harpy are all accounted for - Twin Moon Whatever His Name Is is MIA, but that's just par for the course. Gold is with his brother, of course. Only you were spared from the doom you saw televised in the dressing room.

Requiem's smile is dampened by the pain, but only brightened when she sees how uninjured you are - how pretty you look. "Hey, Kitty!" She says, wincing only briefly and hiding her injuries. You want to see them, of course - you want to help, somehow, someway - you can't stand this, but she

smiles. "I'm just glad you weren't hurt."

Hurricane gives the same smile with the next bloody game, and the game after that. " 'm just glad they didn't do that to you."

"Don't worry about it," Shrike attempts in awkward comfort after the nth game, when this time you've prepared yourself - there was no photoshoot for yourself to go to so you spent all the time you could preparing to patch everyone up once they got home - "We're alright."

But that leaves nothing for you - and no matter where you turn, everyone simply says the same. Your efforts are dismissed, gently rebuffed, but you know what it means -

You're useless. ]

Re: POST-FIGHT

[personal profile] idharlotry 2019-08-23 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ - and as though not even a second has passed, the woman draws away, shaking off the cauterized wound's ash. her neck stump's burn chips away to reveal raw flesh, and nmesis will feel sensation from the neck up once more, but not uniformly - like a hideous growth, her head starts to form from the freshly-opened wound, bubbling up and up in mass until her head's returned.

Nemesis is left looking largely hale and healthy, save for the slits that appear on her body wherever shadows fall on her body - on her neck, on her arms, on her legs, on her torso - and, left alone long enough, the slits open into wide, unblinking eyes, although once light shines on them they shut and immediately disappear. Beyond that, lightning scars run down her back and shoulderblades like a tree with a thousand branches - or more like wings, with how the scars gather. They glow faintly, venting a light that seems ethereal; the color of light will change with her emotions, darker and cloudy with the more negative ones.

She'll wake up sometime during the wee hours of day 146 in her room. ]