[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]
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Bordeaux vs Requiem
Re: Bordeaux vs Requiem
[ Only half a second to let the realization set in before she snaps her fingers to cast Lightning Flash and books it to the podium. ]
Re: Bordeaux vs Requiem
huh. ]
WIN: REQUIEM
After about thirty seconds, if the winner does not proceed to the next room, the floor tiles will start moving up one row of tiles at a time, starting from the back wall - they tilt to a steep angle that rounds at the edges, even gaining a slippery quality to ensure that none may be able to get a grip on the tiles or move backwards. The winner will eventually be pushed out of the room and into the next one. (To be unlocked when the next round unlocks.) ]
Hallucinations.- Bordeaux cw: gore, fingers, nails
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You’re the most beautiful angel in the world, and you want the world to see all the good that you have done.
But you are contaminated. If you were exposed to the world, you would kill all those around you. That’s why you sit in a glass cage, obedient and waiting. The world can observe your beauty at the cost of your freedom, and they can continue to live and enjoy their life as they please.
But what about you? What about what you want to do?
You notice a button in your glass container. Press this switch to become free. But they told you, don’t do it, you will regret it if you do. But you think to yourself, “I am already living with regrets.”
You press that button, and in that instance, someone’s head explodes, their fresh dead body falling to the ground with a thud. Blood pours out of their neck, and the rest of the world continues to walk around the body. You shouldn’t do it, but you noticed it. The glass cage has slowly lifted above the ground.
You want to be free.
You press that button over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until you’re pressing it so hard, you’re breaking your fingers, your nails falling off from the sheer desperation that suddenly overwhelms you. You want to be free at whatever the cost. Why? You're trying to get to them, aren’t you? The one that matters the most to you.
And the cage has finally lifted high enough for you to leave. You step over the headless bodies, bare feet walking across a river of blood, and you smile. You know at the end of the sea of corpses, a throne is waiting for you.
You didn’t regret a thing.
Effects
Physical:
> Nails fell off
> Broken Fingers
> Bleeding feet
Non-Physical:
> Obedience to person of choice
> Rebellious nature
> Desperation for something