Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-02-22 03:43 pm
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Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 4

[At first, all is still; all is silent.]

[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]

___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive

[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]

Re: Countdown Complete

[personal profile] offontherightfoot 2020-02-23 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Your mind is strong; the whispers hold no sway over you.]

[You miss the blow, but the harbinger misses you, too, scratching at your armor to no effect.]
sunflowering: ([Stings] like a bee)

Re: Countdown Complete

[personal profile] sunflowering 2020-02-23 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ DON'T MEAN SHE'S GIVING UP.

Wis 20
Str 15

. . . 'kay but she's still tired sob. ]

Re: Countdown Complete

[personal profile] offontherightfoot 2020-02-23 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Her mind is strong; the whispers cannot reach her.]

[Her scythe misses, though, catching nothing but air.]
gigadevilbreaker: (Bleeding from the head)

Re: Countdown Complete

[personal profile] gigadevilbreaker 2020-02-23 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks remarkably healthy! Like, barely any paint scratched off his suit, he's so agile. That said...]

I AM GOING TO MURDER EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE TWENTY-EYED PISS STAINS AND FEED'EM THEIR OWN GUTS.

[...and then he starts smashing his sword into the Harbinger. Over and over and over and over...

str 26 damage 5]
sunflowering: DO NOT TAKE (That'll work right?)

1/2

[personal profile] sunflowering 2020-02-23 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ]
sunflowering: Do not take (Don't you love happy endings?)

2/2

[personal profile] sunflowering 2020-02-23 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
You do you!

[ THUMBS UP? Please share some of that energy...?? ]

Re: 2/2

[personal profile] offontherightfoot 2020-02-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He gets there at the same time Nem does, slicing bashing this thing apart as she slices it almost in two.]

[Down it goes, in a bloody mess, its eyes sightless and wings twitching]