http://sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] slt_archive2010-05-08 11:47 am

Game 88

Who: >8)
Where: The Arena
When: Day 129, late morning
What: >8)

[Today, he has the Arena decked out like an ancient and dooooom-y temple... made entirely out of foam]

Goooood morning, Blanks! Did you miss me? Are you happy to see me? I think we're just going to have to do this again.

And again.

And AgAIn.

AND AGAIN.

Until we get it right! ♥

((Feel free to assume that you and your partner team have already seen the doodles in your notebooks.

Mingle

Lacanis
Hydracula
Bunnycorn
Pygnus
Delpavo
Cepheon))

Re: [MINGLE >8) ]

[identity profile] blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com 2010-05-08 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
*yyyeah, about that. also, very dry voice.*

Welcome back, Claude.
tothelight: (forming mist)

Re: [MINGLE >8) ]

[personal profile] tothelight 2010-05-08 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
...thanks.

* deep breath. *

Guess this'd be a bad time for that filling in you promised.

Re: [MINGLE >8) ]

[identity profile] blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com 2010-05-08 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*taps his bracer with a fingertip*

I can do the relevant part fast. The rest can probably wait, but I'll sketch it for you.
tothelight: (look forward)

Re: [MINGLE >8) ]

[personal profile] tothelight 2010-05-09 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
* ...nods firmly, and de-barriers *

Re: [MINGLE >8) ]

[identity profile] blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com 2010-05-09 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
*he's gotten practice, at this, it seems; instantly, there's knowledge in your mind...

...entering the Arena, and Trickster's on the throne; you know it's Day 126, late at night. You _remember_, suddenly, a warning and an injunction, and you wait...

...people appear, enclosed in clear plastic balls: Allen, Red, Feathers, choices of who to save and how the others die. You watch, and wait, until Ophiuchius comes out to kill...

...a voice gives you a sign, and power flashes out, once, twice. The Ophiuchius and Trickster alike are confused; their victims have simply died...

...again, the pattern repeats, but this time Trickster catches you. You're in a ball, spotlighted and surrounded by rising fog, as Trickster threatens to flay you slowly, demands answers. You defy him, turn your power inward, on yourself, though the memory dissipates before you can feel the results of it...

...the rest is impressions, less clear, something told rather than experienced. Others followed, killing mercifully before Trickster's tortures could begin. Eventually, Trickster gave up and went home. The impression that the voice who backed those blanks was Flowers...


...and then it ends.*