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Heart Game: Intensity (Turn 4)
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.
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.
Character Specific Introductions
Persephone
Hiroto, dead. By your hand. A flurry of sakura petals half burying him in the muck and mire. It would look majestic if not for the horrible monster that lay half-buried in the mud.
Rubbing at your eyes for a moment, you wipe your blade free of blood on the nearby grass and sheathe it back in its hiding space. You feel so many things, but yet you look as calm and composed as ever as you straighten to your full height, glancing around you.
The sky opens up and rain begins to fall. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. A pleasant soothing rain. As if the world itself was breathing a sigh of relief at the events that just transpired. It seems it will do the work of expression your emotions for you.
The whispers of ghosts that can finally be put to rest reach your ears though can no longer see them.
With one last look, you pull your parasol from your hip, opening it above you with a elegant snap to fend off the storm. As you do so, something buzzes from within the folds of your cloak. Fetching out the item, you stare at your old phone from the production - old and weathered. And surprisingly functional after all this time.
This is one (1) unread message.
CEO: Congratulations.
Somehow you are not surprised.
Turning on your heel, you walk away from the corpse without a second glance and---
You wake up again.
[[ Powers:
Occult Bullshit: The ability to see/talk/interact with all things dead and supernatural. You'll see sakura petals at the edge of your vision when this happens.
Performance: Roll a 1d10. You have the ability to charm people in the Heart to do your bidding. Will last for the entire Heart Game.
Midnight Caste: You get a third power because this is extremely niche and will be only applicable in one room in the Heart. Can accept the strongest feelings of the deceased and touch someone who caused the deceased to suffer, transferring that pain back to the one that caused it. Fuck. yes. ]]
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Yugi
But it is not cold.
No.
In fact you swear you can faintly see the image of a woman that seems both familiar and not familiar at the same time.
Her smile is warm. She leans down to kiss your forehead.
"Thank you for your service."
And then she fades from sight.
As does the darkness and the silence.
[[Powers:
Pride of the Vessel: You have an increased luck stat. Roll a 1d10 when you want to want to apply it. This is more powerful depending on the number of friendly PCs/NPCs to Yugi in the same room. ]]
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