Heart Game: Intensity (Turn 2)

[idolpro]

In the beginning, there is nothing but darkness and silence. A sleep that gives no rest but one out of necessity in order to keep functioning. Behind closed eyelids, the numbers of a clock tick down - one painstaking second at a time.

TIME UNTIL REBOOT:


And then you wake up.

As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!

Game start.

Comments

King of Hell's Office

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You find yourself in a wide, expansive cathedral with ceiling to floor stained-glass windows and heavy columns lining the unnecessarily long walkway. Pews are lined up neatly (perfectly so) on either side of you and a dark blue carpet framed in silver cushions your steps.

There is a figure at the end of that carpet, lounging comfortably in a silver throne behind a silver desk. A symbol of everything that is modern and all things technology in comparison to the layout of the room.

Even at this distance, you can see that Intensity's skin is paler, almost porcelain-like, and his hair has a bleached-silver sheen to it. Probably even more noticeable is the two giant white metallic wings that spring from his shoulder blades and the long dragon's tail that peeks out from the hem of his coat. Oh. And one more thing. You can very obviously tell there's not a single inch of human flesh on him - he's 100% artificial.

The King of Hell greets you with cold eyes and a colder smile, lacing his fingers in front of him.

"Congratulations. You graduate."

There is only one exit: [ Behind you ]

[deicider]

With honors, I assume.

It's good to see what you've made of yourself, Chief.

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[well Card is here that's good??]

You guys friends?

[deicider]

He's my future sovereign, as you can see.

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[are you joking

he's like 12]

...little more than friends, then.

[shuffles in his pocket and pulls out the puzzle pieces, turning them over thoughtfully]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Top of the class.

So.

[ And he settles back in his chair. ]

Thought of what you want for your wish?

[deicider]

To serve at your side and make a better world.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You always make so things easy for me.

[ A sharp snap of his fingers and a holographic screen appears in the air before you - a sleek silver stylus hovering in mid-air right next to it.

Ah.

It's your wish. In the form of a binding contract. Because of course it would be.

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Parties and Assignment. This agreement (the "Agreement") is made and entered into as of the xx day of the month of xxx, 20xx (the "Effective Date") by and between ___Intensity___ (henceforth referred to as "The King of Hell") and ___Cardigan___ (henceforth referred to as the "demon minion"). The contract is in regards to professional freelance services to be performed on/for the following project(s):

Commander-in-Chief of Hell

Personal body building coach

In charge of organizing bash social events

In consideration of the mutual covenants made herein, the parties agree as follows:

Compensation.
The "demon minion" will be granted the ability (1) Shadow Step - line-of-sight phasing to walk to "teleport" to another space instantly and (2) Shadow Servant - the ability to summon one clone doll to assist the "demon minion". Unlike Doppleganger, it's really like having a clone of yourself. Now you can argue with yourself in stereo.

Termination. Any betrayal, perceived or otherwise, of the "demon minion" against the "King of Hell" will result in one hearing on behalf of the "demon minion." Should the hearing be failed, all powers and identity will be stripped of the "demon minion" immediately and s/he/they shall become one of Damned until their recycle date to be re-placed within the Production.

______________________________________________________
(Sign here)

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There's a place for your signature down at the bottom. ]

So do you find these terms agreeable?

[[ Mechanic: Aligning with the King of Hell will cost one (1) puzzle piece. ]]

[rollplayinghouse]

Ah... Cardigan.

[deicider]

Hey, Glory.

What do you think? He looks good with wings.

[rollplayinghouse]

...I guess, but like this I think it's strange. He's managed to not pick up any hell body modifications so far.

Re: King of Hell's Office

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[His aviator's do a good job of hiding a lot of his surprise, but it's clear hie eyebrows have ridden up as he takes in the room, and then CEO. The statement gets a kind of lopsided smile.]

Huh.

Do I get a prize?

Re: King of Hell's Office

[rollplayinghouse]

[who the fuck are you]

Re: King of Hell's Office

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[just some old guy with metal limbs and wearing sunglasses

nods at her]

Friend of his majesty over there?

Re: King of Hell's Office

[rollplayinghouse]

More than a friend.

You can call me Glory.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[ He laughs at that. ]

But of course.

You make a wish, and then I make all your dreams come true. Did you miss the memo?

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[amused]

You sure you're up to it? I'm pretty greedy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Try me. Maybe I'll surprise you.

Re: King of Hell's Office

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory is fairly at ease until she sees him, at which point her demeanor shifts imperceptibly tenser.]

Graduate?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes, Glory. Graduate.

Oh, but I think I can guess your wish. So should we move right into the paperwork then?

[rollplayinghouse]

Can you...? I never said anything about graduating.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

A house for all your loved ones to live in and be safe and near you.

Unless you've changed your mind about that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[ STILL THE SAME EDGELORD SHIT FLAVOR TEXT AS ABOVE except the King of Hell is pacing back and forth across the cathedral ]

[neigh_sayer]

[SLAMS DOOR OPEN FOR GRAND ENTRANCE]


INTENSITY! IT IS I, YOUR GOD!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[ JUMPS like a foot in the air, wings flaring ]

Fucking...

LEARN TO KNOCK, GREMLIN!