idolpro | Betrayal - BAD END=DEAD END

[ You spill out of the elevator into a graveyard— the elevator is gone when you look back.

It is, predictably, spooky as fuck: cobwebs culminate to huge masses of spindly white on the iron bars that line the plot of land, as well as on the various headstones. They're unreadable by this point, text worn away by time and wind, but while many of these graves have only been exposed to forces of nature, some of them have been tampered by what could only be human hands. Several grave plots have been completely upturned, caskets open and skeletons exposed, bodies completely broken and arranged messily as if someone had manhandled them in order to look for something. The caskets give a clear idea of what that might be: there are parts missing to them, the lining and the decorative emblems and even the hinges, on some caskets. Grave robbing seems to be popular, here.

There are also just a few graves with an open coffin and no body. How . . . mysterious. . .

Not everyone who died here was given a coffin, or a grave. The sight of an empty coffin's decadent lining fills you with a sense of revulsion; you get the feeling that some people's finery came at other people's expense. Someone amidst the less fortunate once tried to bring justice - only to fail, and die a nameless, unknown death, while these people went on to one day even rot in more silk and gold. But it's just a hunch - the knowledge sits uncertainly in your head, faint and far-off. You could bring it into focus, maybe, but the vague impression of loathing and despair - well, it's probably better off left a vague impression. If you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, though, it will overwhelm you.

A medallion sits on an intact monument and Exael's hologram balances on the edge of it, rocking back and forth and watching you. If you have questions and she's not busy with hosting or another unit, she'll appear here to answer them.

A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (kill someone and steal an item from them) as well as the item that you've been given (medallion). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.

There is one exit: East. ]

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[Oh yes, kissing back. He's never kissed before but does he need to have? This isn't sensual this is trying to shove himself into Sanguine like he could get under his skin, tongue probing his mouth, lips and teeth and no finesse, only raw need.]

[ It's not like Sanguine's all that experienced with kissing— not that he remembers either way. This might as well be his first kiss. But he's meeting Phoenix with need for need, want for want, not even trying to regain some sense of sanity or stability— it's just that he needs to be touching, feeling, needs it like he needs air to breathe. His fingers are snaking their way through Phoenix's hair, the better to hold onto him as he not so much kisses him as he does devour. All the while, he's making desperate, needy sounds. ]

[He drinks those noise like he's dying of thirst, whimpering against Sanguine's mouth as he gets his fingers under Sanguine's shirt and claws at his skin, presses his palms and fingers against actual human flesh and tries to dig in.]

[ He thinks— he thinks that maybe Phoenix is gouging into his flesh, there's pain but even the pain is so euphoric that Sanguine presses into it. His grip on Phoenix's hair is tight, punishing— but he doesn't know how to be gentle right now, couldn't even if he was trying. He's too desperate for this, for any contact at all. ]

[The pain of his hair being pulled is too good, it's wonderful, he loves it. It makes him dig his nails into Sanguine's skin harder, encouraging? Anyway he's going to continue devouring his mouth metaphorically, this is fine, as long as he has this contact, it's fine.

He's definitely crying, making the kiss salty.]

[ One hand continues to tug at Phoenix's hair, tight and desperate like it's a lifeline. But the other one pulls away, trembling, and wipes away at the tears coming out of the eye on that side of Phoenix's face. It's a gentleness entirely at odds with everything else, a small shred of Sanguine inside just loud enough to be concerned. But it's a very small part— he's almost entirely unaware of it, as desperate as he is to keep kissing, exploring every inch of Phoenix's mouth with a greedy need. Shuddering with the pleasure of the pain gouging at him. This is good. This is good. Don't stop don't stop don't stop— ]

[He leans into the touch with a sob, trying to press closer to Sanguine, kissing him messily, desperate. He doesn't want to stop but there's so much rage, so much hate, he hast to kill someone but he doesn't want to kill Sanguine, Sanguine understands.]

We--have to make them pay.

[
His voice is rough, creaky with disuse.]

They have to pay.

[ It's a breathless sort of agreement, his head bumping into Phoenix's as he nods, speaking words against his lips. ]

They have to pay. They have to—

[ He takes a deep, ragged breath. ]

Later?

[ It's a plea, desperate— They have to pay, of course they have to pay, but please come back. Don't leave him alone. ]

Mm.

[He nuzzles Sanguine, licks his lips, kisses him, pulls back, keeps holding him.]

Yes... Yes.

Good.

[ He kisses Phoenix, lightly this time. ]

I'll see you later. I'll see you.

[ There's another kiss, and he meant for it to be another light one but it's depserate and hungry and they have to go, they've got people to kill and stuff to steal, they don't deserve it, they'll just use it to betray everyone again like mirrors, mirrors, mirrors can't let them have it they'll betray— they have to go. They have to go.

Please, just a little longer. ]

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