idolpro | ROUND 1

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ROUND 1

[ 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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[Sighs.]

[And then giving a small shrug and heading towards the center of the room.]

Um—

[ haha shit this game doesn't look like it's fucking around, but—

well. if they're both going to go for it, then so be it, she's going for the button. ]

[Stopping and turning. Shrike can easily outpace him, he's not very fast at all. Holding up a hand and using puppeteering to try to freeze her in place.]

'Tis nothing personal. Though we do need to stop meeting like this, hmm?

...we really do.

[ she strains against the puppeteering, and—yeah, nope. guess that's not going to happen, so... ]

Well—we all have to protect our own, I suppose, don't we.

[ —and then her feint clone peels off from her, a pale blue ghostly copy of herself, and sprints for the button. ]

Clever!

[Well, he knows he can't outrun her. Garleans were mostly built for strength not speed after all. Well, time for plan B. Reaching into his coat for Wildfire's gun. Can't use abilities when dead, right?]

....

.....

[Oh, that's right. He gave that to Five, didn't he?

To do list:
> Get a new gun
]

[ paloma's shaking her head right now,

the feint clone's hand falls on the button, and—Shrike looks faintly surprised that it worked. a little alarmed, actually. ]

—oh. Er...

[Look, Paloma!!!

Clapping and thus forcing Shrike to clap as well.]

How fortuitous.

[ she winces as her hands clap together. ]

Well, ah.

...may whatever awaits you be swift.

[He let's go of puppeteering and folds his arms.]

Don't lie to yourself. 'Tis unsightly.

...sorry. I know. The peace is gone from even death, here.

A question, if I may ask. Is it just for them or for something more?

[ ????? ]

It doesn't really matter to me so much what happens to me, but—

...they're the best family I have. So of course it's for them.

[He huffs out a laugh.]

Good enough.

[ With the button pressed, the unit color-lit floor opens up to swallow the loser whole before the tile swings back up, as if a cartoonish trap door. The door unlocks with a click, sliding open for you.

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.) ]

You sit on a throne in a circle of your fellow cohorts. You all wear masks that cover your face, each decorated with a symbol that is your own, but you can still recognize them as those who you consider dear to you. You’ve gone through so much together, and they are the few that you DO cherish with such sincere honesty.

But who are they?

“████ █████!!”

One of them calls out your name, at least you swear it was your name, but you’re in a daze. Who are you talking to? Who is this? What did they just say? How could you have forgotten the words of someone you care so deeply for? And then you realize.

They’re not wearing masks. You simply can’t remember their faces.

“█████!!!”
As soon as they try to call out a familiar name, you recoil in disgust, immediately trying to pull the mask off of your face. But you can’t. “This is your punishment.” Punishment for what? What did you do to deserve this? You did it for their own good, right? Right? The faceless companions around you just look at you, and you can feel their pity.

You dig your nails into the edge of your face, digging until you’re practically clawing the flesh off of your face, but the mask is still there.

“Who is this faceless man who crawls like a slug?” And they all get up, leaving you to suffer in panic all alone. These fools, they just don’t understand. They’ll come back, and it’ll be fine, won’t it? It’s not the end, is it? As long as you’re alive-

Ah. You suddenly remembered.

You’re dead. Your flesh has rotted away a long time ago and all that’s left is a decomposed corpse. The arms of all those you have murdered are reaching to grab a hold of your disgusting figure, ripping at the rest of your flesh, determined to drag you down to a world where you will be alone forever.

Take 3 or more punishment, at least 1 from each:

Physical:
> Torn flesh on the face
> Unable to take off a mask (mask provided yw)
> Rotting skin

Non-Physical:
> Name amnesia (or temporary amnesia in general)
> Increase desire of companionship
> Prosopagnosia, also called face blindness

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ROUND 1

Alexander vs Shrike

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Hallucinations - Emecchi, cw: gore, face scratching, rotting

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