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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)

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Is this a “don’t call me, I’ll call you” type of deal?

Most definitely.

[ dialing ?someone?

over the phone: ]

Come to me, my pet. I have a job for you.

[It's not often one gets a call from Lilith, so it's answered hastily, if with some cousin, until they hear the voice on the other end. ]

Yes, my Lady. I will be there shortly.

[It takes just a little while after that before a lithe demon clad all in black with a black, cat-like mask and what appears to be a lion's tail arrives before Lilith.

Seeing others here, they refrain from speaking, only looking to Lilith for instruction.]

[Oh boy! Lilith minion.

Looks from catman to Lilith.

Okay, so...]

[Yes hello this is catman and certainly no one any of you would know.

After an initial glance though, he stops looking at them, only so that he can keep his attention on Lilth, bowing his head towards her, hoping to prompt her to ask whatever she will of him without him having to speak.]

You’re a quiet one.

Just the way I like my pets to be.

To each their own.

So. You have your favor. What happens now?

You go home, dear.

[Laughs]

Just like that?

It's on your tab.

Of course it is.

So. Go if you'd be so kind to start. I want to bring everyone home in at least physically one piece. And with all the important pieces.

Do watch that tongue of yours, if you'd like to keep it.

[ but she's going to go to everyone - requiem, hurricane,yugi, king, and nemesis. it just takes a single touch, and they seem to collapse to the ground as their injuries disappear, though some may visibly start to show some sort of corruption. they're prone, perhaps asleep or perhaps simply no longer conscious - what's the difference, really? ]

[ then, she's returning to him, to offer a bare hand. ]

Now, then.

[...

Takes her hand]

I look forward to the next time we meet. Buy me a drink then, dear.

[ But that day won't ever come, will it? You may return to Tokyo-F - to your birdcage - but just what will come of that?

Perhaps you lament it now - there are too many variable factors that could result in failure, and it would be just your luck that everything that could possibly go wrong does.

Maybe if you worked harder - beyond working your fingers to the bone. (Do you know what sleep is, anymore?)

Maybe if you could control people better - if your subordinates could do anything beyond be a liability. (Do you remember what it's like, to feel their warmth?)

Maybe if you could sever every weakness of yours - if you could become more ruthless.

When did it start? What move on the playing field was it that sealed your defeat?

Maybe it was when you saw him, with his striped shirt and puffed jacket - with animal pawprints running up the sleeves to fit WILD CITY's theme - in the kitchen, pestering a fellow unitmate. When he looked at you and didn't recognize you - when he regained his first memory and he did recognize you. When he started following you around again, when he started pestering you again.

When you first saw him in the Game Tower, with his body broken and blood running - WILD CITY has never really done well, have they? You factored in these calculations, but still, the sight of it is - maybe that's when you lost.

No, maybe it was when you first remembered him. When that immutable weakness came into the world, when you knew he existed, from the moment you first remembered his voice -

Oh, but how could you ever have forsaken him?

In the end, it doesn't take much. You have little power, after all - you're stretched too thin, after all. Trying to protect him, trying to run the whole operation, trying everything - it has you haggard, worn down, and finally

finally

you wake up and you're on the other side of the screen. It's been ages since you first arrived, the Damned around you say; when you first came here you were nothing more than a husk, an empty shell of who you once were. It was only when the idol show came on that you might stir even a little, to sit down and watch the little WILD CITY declare his strength in dedication to his big brother, his unbending spirit a bright light within the cage.

It is from the other side of the bars that you watch, the remnants of yourself fading away with every passing day, as that light dims as well. As that spirit breaks. ]

[ Intensity will wake up sometime during the wee hours of day 146 in his room; his injuries have disappeared, leaving nothing but an aching rawness to his flesh. In addition, there's a hollowed out bone fashioned into a ring that's secure on his index finger. It can be removed, certainly - it seems to be nothing more than an ordinary ring - but it's a nice, fashionable reminder of the deal he made with the devil that day.

(before I forget again Blue Eyes is also present for him, there at his side when he wakes up.) ]

Edited 2019-08-23 04:58 (UTC)

[ Oh WHAT NOW???

Also not moving, but absolutely glaring. ]

[ with a gesture to the clod squad ]

These wayward idols have missed their train. I'll have you take them home for me once I'm done with them.

[He nods then, not needing to speak, only to let her know that he will do so, just as dutifully as he has done his other tasks. He then steps back, as out of the way as he can, in order to allow her to do as she needs to, while trying to avoid the idols' attentions. Well. MORE of their attentions.]

[ he can watch as she moves to each one of them: requiem, hurricane,yugi, king, nemesis, and then finally intensity.

they all collapse, injuries disappearing - though their corruptions may already have become visible - and once Intensity is down, she gestures to Nya. ]

There, now. Go to.

[ though all he'll need to do is cross the threshold from this world to Tokyo-F - with just that, the bodies will find their ways to their respective dorms and rooms. ]

Edited 2019-08-23 04:36 (UTC)

Of course, my Lady.

[He bows his head respectfully then, heading to the nearest doorway or archway, using that for a solid enough indication to be used as his "portal", the other idols being dragged along, thankfully without him having to do the dragging physically.]

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