[ 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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Griffin vs Azalea
Re: Griffin vs Azalea
So, how's this gonna go?
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Just as fidgety, honestly.]
... I'll be entirely honest. I... don't want to lose here.
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Yeah? Why's that?
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... The word "punishment" is incredibly ominous. I'm not a competitive person, but I...
If my unit is here as well, and if they are in danger, I can't simply lose.
Of course, I understand that you likely feel the same way.
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The real question is, d'you think you can see it all the way through? Against people who are gonna fight you for it?
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That is how I feel.
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It's not that I don't believe you.
...I just wanna make sure you're prepared.
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She's also running towards the button, expression set.
NO BACKING DOWN NOW, ONLY TRYING TO PRESS IT.]
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[Like a thunderclap, Appel freezes her in place - at the same time, he summons a sword to his hand.]
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You--!
[If she has the chance, as soon as that paralysis wears off, she's reaching for her own weapon--which is just a collapsible staff.]
At least allow me to face you squarely!
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That's not a chance you might get. Don't you have any powers yet?
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Don't--tell me how to fight you!
[He's. He's right though, and she knows it. Which is why she uses her one and only ability--she'll blind him, before she picks one of the two copies at random to lunge towards with her staff raised.]
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The other Griffin, unable to wield his weapon with any semblance of finesse while blind, drops the weapon and just lunges for the both of them, trying to grab Azalea.]
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But this isn't about winning the fight, is it?
The other Griffin lunges, and she dives to try to get out of the way... and if she manages that? She's going to tuck and roll to her feet to just sprint for the button.]
I can't... give in here! Not like this, not now!
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disappears. Just evaporates into a burst of sparks and embers on contact.
He has no idea where she is now, but he suspects she's near her goal. With that in mind, he relaxes completely - just, laughs. And his weapons vanish as well.]
Then get going. And here--
[From the back of his belt loop, he takes out a shortsword - a real one, this time. In its hilt is carved the image of falcons. Lightly, he tosses it at her.]
Just in case you need an ace up your sleeve. I want that back when you've won.
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She catches the blade... but barely, surprised as she is, staring at him with eyes wide.]
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... I'm sorry. I... truly, I am. When I'm finished here, I'll return this to you. I promise.
...May you be well.
[And she hits the button.]
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Do what you gotta do. You can't win if you hold back.
[Sighs,]
This is gonna suck...
Win: Azalea
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 - Griffin, cw dismemberment
She said something about distance—something about space, something about needing someone with a little more heart than you. A little more heart—but you have plenty of that, don't you? Your beating heart in your chest, between your spine and your ribcage—it's plenty, you think—but she says the same thing that others say: you don't feel anything when you kill. The way you look when you take a life—that's just too much, you're too much, and she loves you, she does, but she can't stay with you any longer like that. This, she says in no uncertain terms, is evil.
You, she says, in no uncertain terms, must be evil.
How do those correlate, you want to ask—but more than that you can feel your chest tightening and then swelling, a burst of burning anger as she turns to walk away; beyond that is a sense of crippling loneliness, an inherent understanding: if she would leave you, then who would stay for you? Then she can't—you can't let that happen—
You can't let that happen.
Your anger swelters up and bursts like a balloon, but somehow, there's a sense of distance to that anger, to that emotion—there's an odd sense of clarity, just enough that you can tell. There's something lingering—those feelings, these actions, are not all yours. Something c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-clicks and chitters in the back of your head, and you draw your sword against your own will, feeling the anger that is both your own and entirely not yours at all, the influence of something else, puppeteering your own movements to have you cut down your loved one again—
She is quicker. Her own sword flashes and before your very eyes, your one good (human) arm flies up, severed at the tendon. Oh, she was always so very good at the blade, wasn't she? Distantly, through the pain that shoots up your stump that feels both like a cut and like a burn, you have to admire her figure, her style, her grace—and as you recoil from the pain, as your arm lands on the ground, blade still in hand, she lunges forward.
Her blade pierces through your chest, stabbing into what feels like stone and, with all the force in her body, pushes it out through the space between your ribcage to push it out through the other side and it does not feel it was a heart that was gouged out, but it does feel like you just lost your heart.
Funny, that—it seems she was right. You really don't have enough heart, now.
Re: Hallucinations - Griffin, cw dismemberment
Physical:
> Stab wound
> Severed tendon on your arm
> Slow movement
Non-Physical:
> Extra anger
> A clicking sound in the back of your head
> Can hear a constant heartbeat loud and clear, vibrating in your head