[As each of you come to - funny, weren't you just awake? When did you fall back asleep? - you find yourself in a room, the last lingering bits of grogginess and perhaps a little motion sickness fading and leaving you feeling mildly discomforted.
Prompto's room is small and somewhat cozy, with the walls painted in a light, spring-like shade of yellow. There is a rack of clothing on one side of the wall, with something glittering peeking out of it. Nearby, an unopened chest awaits. On the other, there is a table and a mirror with light bulbs around its edge. A single chair sits in front of it, and across the back of the chair reads PROMPTO in bold letters. A few pictures appear to hang from the mirror frame. There is one black door on the wall farthest from him.
Meteion's room feels a little chilly, like the air conditioning has been left on for too long. The walls are a pretty shade of pale blue. A rack of clothing waits on one side of the wall, with an unopened chest sitting beneath the clothing. On the opposite wall, there is a small and cute vanity. There is a chair in front of it, with the name METEION written across the back in curled, elegant font. Some papers rest on the table. There is one black door on the wall farthest from her.
Aymeric's room is quite cold and somewhat dimly lit, perhaps because the lights around his vanity mirror are currently turned off. It's hard to see what may be on or around it with only the flickering overhead light, and it's hard to discern what color the walls are. A chair is in front of it, but the name on the back seems oddly difficult to read from afar. A rack of clothing waits on the opposite wall, with a chest that is cracked open somewhat. There is one black door on the wall farthest from him.
[He can! They are also flickering and don't work very well, but they cast the room in a bit more light. It's enough that he can now tell that the walls are painted a dull, lifeless grey. There also appears to be something glinting from within the partially opened chest. While he's standing near the vanity, he'll see that there are some papers lying on it, too, though they largely appear to be lists of times and places.]
[It's just an empty vanity. :( But he can look at the time tables! The times listed are mostly 12:00 and 18:00, and list names of cities that he probably won't recognize like Yokohama, Nagoya, Sendai and Kyoto. The top of the paper simply says "scheduling". There is a word in front of that, but it appears blurred out.]
[ oh.. chilly. fortunately, she has feathers to keep her warm? at first, she's pretty distracted by everything, but she will eventually settle and start with the papers resting on the table.
what do these say? can... can she even read them ]
[She can! It seems that they're notes of some sort detailing where to find an important part of her costume (in the chest), along with a schedule. The schedule lists timetables and the names of places she likely won't recognize, however: Yokohama, Nagoya, Kyoto, Sendai. One small slip of paper in particular says:
Break a leg today. We'll see you once you're done, don't forget.]
[It's just the note! There is a signature, but it looks blurred out, like someone rubbed their thumb across the ink before it could fully dry.
When she rummages through the clothing rack, she'll find an outfit! It's tailored to comfortably accommodate her bird anatomy, including probably having a skirt, skirts just don't exist here help. When she touches it, she'll feel the overwhelming urge to change into it. No worries about matching shoes, though! Her bird feeties can be free.
As for the chest, when she opens it, she'll find a sword lying in wait. As with the clothing, she'll feel compelled to pick it up, though it's not quite as pressing so she can choose to rummage more if she would like.]
Oh man. How many times am I going to wake up some where new? I'm going to be sick...
[ Time to figure out where he is. He's going to first check the clothes to see what is glittering there and to find out if there's any kind of uniform or something that'll give him a hint as to what he has to deal with. ]
What's behind curtain number one! [ Yeah, talking to himself to ease his nerves. Anyways what is glittery? ]
[The glittery thing is... a costume! The golden detailing on the trimming, buttons and pauldron catch the light and glimmer prettily. As soon as Prompto lays eyes on it, he will feel the overwhelming urge to change out of his current clothing and into this new outfit. Under the rack and by the unopened chest, there appears to be a matching pair of shoes for him, too.]
Whoa. [ Prompto won't look nearly as good, but he'll changed into the outfit. Fashion fashion baby. He'll put on the shoes as well and does a slow spin. ] Wish I had my camera.
[ Anyways, let's check out the booty! Time to open the chest. ] Behind curtain number two...
[The doors open up onto a wide stage, with an enormous audience stretching out far beyond their views. Stage lights beam down on them, hot and brilliant, lighting up the black stage floor underfoot and the rich, velvet curtains tied to either side. There don't appear to be any other props or setting pieces here, for now. Though it makes it a bit difficult to look out into the roaring sea watching them, they can spot a few of the faces that are closer to the stage. They all appear to be...
extremely intense fans. Wow. Like, damn, they all have six pen lights clutched in each hand, with a smattering of Aymeric's verdant and two different shades of sunrise-yellow for Meteion and Prompto. They're decked out in shirts with the faces of the three on them, wearing headbands and waving uchiwa fans that say things like WE L*VE AYMERIC and METEION FOR BEST GIRL and PROMPTO THROW ME YOUR DIRTY SOCKS. All of them are screaming to the point of near-hysterics when the three walk out from their respective doors.
From somewhere overhead, a booming male voice announces:]
And now, the moment you've all been waiting so patiently for! The talented team assembled here tonight will serenade this lucky, lucky audience with their new hit single: As Time Flies! Are you ready for a good time?!
[The audience goes wild with applause.
...But, hm. Didn't seem like there were any notes in the backstage area for a new hit single, huh? Looks like they'll have to think on their feet.]
[ oh! Aymeric and Prompto are both here! there's a brief relief, to see familiar faces, but then she looks at the scene before them, just confused and puzzled because what... what is this. this is like... the stage?
but and then Aymeric opens his mouth. ] B-But.. where? [ gently holds her sword closer to her. are they in DANGER? ]
[ the moment he sees the other two, he's immediately walking over to stand close. then he sees the crowd. his heart is racing, his palms feel sweaty, and he's touching the sword at his side for strength. ]
Wha- socks? Why would anyone want my socks?
[ looking at Aymeric and then moving in close to talk low to the other two. ]
We might have to distract them first. They seem...rabid.
[ then he'll form a heart with his hands for the crowd. ]
[Entering through the door reveals a large, dark room, lit only by a few sparse oil lamps hanging from the ceiling. You get the sense that this room is used for war councils; the decor is bare-bones, and the feeling you get within this space is determined and urgent.
To the right, there is a table with two wooden stools. Several papers rest on it in a neat stack, and a map on the wall above is dotted with pins and markings.
The entire left wall is a large pane of glass that opens up onto a horrific, desolate scene. The world you witness through it is dead and barren. The streets are cracked pavement with nothing but dry dirt peeking through, all plant life shriveled and brown. There isn't a single bug, a single drop of water. Corpses litter the ground in varying states of decay and mummification, some curled in on themselves in despair and others reaching with their frozen, skeletal hands toward nothing, or toward one another. The sky is a sickly shade of grey-green, and a thick cloud of purple-hued miasma hangs low in the air, obscuring the tops of any buildings from sight. It seems this place was abandoned long ago. Not even death itself lingers here, with no life remaining to end.
A single black door awaits them on the other side. Through it, you can hear distant gunfire and the sounds of war.]
[ The little joke does help him lighten up, which they can all get the emotion share, and he’s about to respond saying Prompto got the ring, but now they’re in a room… It’s familiar to him in the sense of maps, but to see the horrors through the glass makes him uneasy.
Quickly, he makes sure to block Meteion’s view of the window. No desolate lands for you to see, little bird, but Aymeric keeps his eyes on the sea of corpses. Sorrow, tinted with anger, floods his senses.
Closing his eyes, he gently ushers Meteion to Prompto. ]
I will look through the papers… It may offer us context, mayhap answer.
[ On what they should do to LEAVE. Anyway, stack of papers? Are you even readable? Inb4 all in Japanese and Aymeric must instantly give up. ]
[ Well, with a 6 I'm going to say Meteion is a bit too distracted from the sudden sharp pain in her hand that she doesn't get to catch sight of that view. Plus with Aymeric blocking it. She's looking to her hand, staring at the red, but quickly closing that hand as he starts to usher her. ]
What.. is this?
[ This.. room? She'll follow the guide to move to Prompto, keeping the rose close, frowning just a bit at a strange.. sensation. She... she's forgetting something, isn't she..? Wings perk at the sounds coming from the further door. She stares at it for a moment, before looking back to where Aymeric tends to the papers. ]
What about us? What can.. we do? [ her other hand rests on the sword, searching for that familiar reassurance she's come to feel since waking here. ]
[ you hurt meteion? you hurt meteion hand with rose? oh! oh! jail! jail for aki! one thousand years!
he is definitely putting the ring on and sticking close to their meteion. trying to send her some happier vibes as he stares at a map. ]
Oh hey! [ ... ] I know none of these places! What about you, buddy? [ saying that as he pats the sword at his side. do you have a clue? anyways, what to the pins and marks seem to indicate? missions? ]
[You enter the Shogunate army's second fortress, some via sneaking and some via horseback; the horses are dismounted and stabled behind the fortress, for what little good it will do.
This one is run down, barely holding up, riddled with bullet holes and smeared with blood, smelling of stale iron and death. The air inside is one of defeat and desperation. Despite the pockets of hope that some people may hold in this war, the soldiers here understand what they're up against. This is a losing battle. The most they want is to die with their nobility intact, like the samurai they are. To find a place out there where they can meet their end with dignity.
Estinien and Hermes help the injured through, if needed. A man is there waiting for you - you instinctively know him as Hijikata Toshizo, the general of the Shogunate's army. Meteion's sword thrums with the agony of preemptive loss. This is someone dear to it, to Meteion - a man destined to die. He's on his way to meet that fate. He looks at the three in turn.]
"You three, huh... You've done well, making it all the way out here." [He speaks with the same command for respect that you know him for, but there's something tired in his words. As if he himself understands the weight of history as it has been written, and knows that today's fight will be his last.] "I sent Ichimura ahead with everything you need to get out of here with your heads on your shoulders. Make sure that you do. ...I'm going to go find it, now. My grave."
[He turns on his heel to leave. The world seems to slow around you.
The colors bleed out of this room. Everything except for Prompto, Meteion and Aymeric shifts to shades of black and white and grey. This is the pivotal moment: the last strong tie of the Shogunate army, on his way to fall.
Meteion's sword tries to hold itself and her together, even though her misery is so deep, and its is, too. Just a little further. One more step. All you have to do is ensure that Hijikata walks through this door, and you'll have succeeded. You can put this battle behind you and go to rest and repair your broken body and heart. Prompto's sword is also ready to be done with this mission, resonating in a strange way with the hurt that had befallen his comrades earlier. War is war, but it's not any easier, is it? Every battle hurts like something new, in different ways. You want to push through this. You want to be done with it. You want to leave this place, and take a nice, long soak in the hot springs and leave this all as one more horrible mark in your exhausting past.
Two of the three of you know that this is the point of your journey here.
[ Aymeric watches and knows he should keep watching. He shouldn’t lift a finger, but watching that man’s back walk away… Knowing so many of these people will die whether they surrender or not—that is war, isn’t it? He tells himself none of this is real, it is mere illusion, yet his sword speaks to him. It tells him its sorrow, its anguish. Those are his sorrows now, so deeply sewn and rooted in his ragged body.
He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath to clear his mind… It helps him some. It allows him to process this unending sea of lament. Lucia’s corpse flashes before him… The sound of people ring in the background.
This must end. It can end.
And he will end it how his sword has always wished. How they have always wished. Aymeric does not need both hands to wield a sword. Having trained to wield Naegling with just his right hand, he easily swings his sword at Meteion, seeking to kill off the weak and injured first. ]
[ It's only because of her sword she's able to hold herself together, even if her tears aren't completely gone.. some still there, burning with the misery, a few drying on her cheeks as she tries to hold herself together. A hand raises to wipe at her face, smudging some blood and getting a glimpse of that hand coated in red. Blood is seeping from her injuries, the coldness more apparent at her back as the adrenaline slowly begins to drain.
She's so tired. She wants to go back. She doesn't want to be.. here. With all this suffering. The pain. More dull and even a few stray black feathers coat her wings now compared to before with one wing dangling limply at her side. Just.. one step. One more. One more loss. One more death.
Just need to.. walk through that door. When movement happens at her side, she looks puzzled, confused as she realizes it's Aymeric raising his sword. ]
A-.. Aymeric, what are y-- [ A cry escapes her when it swings suddenly at her, because it's a 19 I'm saying he does not kill her or even fatally wound her. She does get a slash that cuts right on down from her shoulder to her elbow. Staggering on her feet back, she doesn't think to go for her sword. To defend herself or retaliate because this... this is her friend, right? ]
W-Why..? [ now there's a drumming feel of fear. dread. the shock of the situation still keeping her body moving. ]
[ The hot springs are calling his name. He can't wait for this to be done with so they can move on. He just has to go through that door.
He almost misses it, but there is the flash of movement, and Meteion is wounded. ]
Huh? Dude, are you being serious right now?
[ Just that before he moves into action. Surging towards Aymeric with the gun raised, intending on using the butt of his weapon to slam it into his stomach or what he can get. He doesn't want to kill him, just get him down long enough for it all to be over ]
[The three of you wake back up in a medical tent. It's empty, and no one else is here. This world is quiet and still, and while there is no sensation of death or encroaching doom, there is no feeling of life, either. Your injuries are still here, though none are fatal any longer. Aymeric has also returned to his senses, though he'll find himself hearing faint, indistinguishable whispers every so often for several hours after his return.
Three items lay spread out on a cot before you.
A single rose, which will turn into a glittering, light blue gumball. The user will know that they can use this item to imbue one person with a feeling of calmness and comfort which will last for a day.
A silver ring, which will turn into a marbled yellow and orange gumball. The user will know that they can use this to heal one severe injury by up to 50%.
A sliver of broken, blackened sword, which will turn into a shrimp shaped, shrimp-flavored gumball. A shrumpball, if you will. The user will know that they can use it to tie two people together for 4 hours. In that time, those two people will be able to feel each other's emotions and hear their thoughts.
They will also find that their swords have turned into small, plastic keychain replicas, like so. Their fancy idol outfits and neat accessories are also still in place, and they will find their missing outfits and items back on their beds in their apartments.
An archway opens nearby. It seems they're free to return.]
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Prompto's room is small and somewhat cozy, with the walls painted in a light, spring-like shade of yellow. There is a rack of clothing on one side of the wall, with something glittering peeking out of it. Nearby, an unopened chest awaits. On the other, there is a table and a mirror with light bulbs around its edge. A single chair sits in front of it, and across the back of the chair reads PROMPTO in bold letters. A few pictures appear to hang from the mirror frame. There is one black door on the wall farthest from him.
Meteion's room feels a little chilly, like the air conditioning has been left on for too long. The walls are a pretty shade of pale blue. A rack of clothing waits on one side of the wall, with an unopened chest sitting beneath the clothing. On the opposite wall, there is a small and cute vanity. There is a chair in front of it, with the name METEION written across the back in curled, elegant font. Some papers rest on the table. There is one black door on the wall farthest from her.
Aymeric's room is quite cold and somewhat dimly lit, perhaps because the lights around his vanity mirror are currently turned off. It's hard to see what may be on or around it with only the flickering overhead light, and it's hard to discern what color the walls are. A chair is in front of it, but the name on the back seems oddly difficult to read from afar. A rack of clothing waits on the opposite wall, with a chest that is cracked open somewhat. There is one black door on the wall farthest from him.
How will you proceed?]
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[ And Aymeric rightfully is allowed to think that when his ROOM IS SHIT. Wary, he. Does his best to scour it…
Can he turn on the vanity lights? ]
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Then… He fortunately can read unlike one of our mod’s favorite characters. First, he wants to see the times and the locations these papers say!!
Even if it will take him a moment with the flickering lights and all. ]
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what do these say? can... can she even read them ]
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Break a leg today. We'll see you once you're done, don't forget.]
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if that's all there is, she'll go over to the clothing rack and unopened chest next. what goodies do we have here? ]
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When she rummages through the clothing rack, she'll find an outfit! It's tailored to comfortably accommodate her bird anatomy, including probably having a skirt, skirts just don't exist here help. When she touches it, she'll feel the overwhelming urge to change into it. No worries about matching shoes, though! Her bird feeties can be free.
As for the chest, when she opens it, she'll find a sword lying in wait. As with the clothing, she'll feel compelled to pick it up, though it's not quite as pressing so she can choose to rummage more if she would like.]
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Oh man. How many times am I going to wake up some where new? I'm going to be sick...
[ Time to figure out where he is. He's going to first check the clothes to see what is glittering there and to find out if there's any kind of uniform or something that'll give him a hint as to what he has to deal with. ]
What's behind curtain number one! [ Yeah, talking to himself to ease his nerves. Anyways what is glittery? ]
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Whoa. [ Prompto won't look nearly as good, but he'll changed into the outfit. Fashion fashion baby. He'll put on the shoes as well and does a slow spin. ] Wish I had my camera.
[ Anyways, let's check out the booty! Time to open the chest. ] Behind curtain number two...
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extremely intense fans. Wow. Like, damn, they all have six pen lights clutched in each hand, with a smattering of Aymeric's verdant and two different shades of sunrise-yellow for Meteion and Prompto. They're decked out in shirts with the faces of the three on them, wearing headbands and waving uchiwa fans that say things like WE L*VE AYMERIC and METEION FOR BEST GIRL and PROMPTO THROW ME YOUR DIRTY SOCKS. All of them are screaming to the point of near-hysterics when the three walk out from their respective doors.
From somewhere overhead, a booming male voice announces:]
And now, the moment you've all been waiting so patiently for! The talented team assembled here tonight will serenade this lucky, lucky audience with their new hit single: As Time Flies! Are you ready for a good time?!
[The audience goes wild with applause.
...But, hm. Didn't seem like there were any notes in the backstage area for a new hit single, huh? Looks like they'll have to think on their feet.]
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We must escape.
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but and then Aymeric opens his mouth. ] B-But.. where? [ gently holds her sword closer to her. are they in DANGER? ]
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Wha- socks? Why would anyone want my socks?
[ looking at Aymeric and then moving in close to talk low to the other two. ]
We might have to distract them first. They seem...rabid.
[ then he'll form a heart with his hands for the crowd. ]
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To the right, there is a table with two wooden stools. Several papers rest on it in a neat stack, and a map on the wall above is dotted with pins and markings.
The entire left wall is a large pane of glass that opens up onto a horrific, desolate scene. The world you witness through it is dead and barren. The streets are cracked pavement with nothing but dry dirt peeking through, all plant life shriveled and brown. There isn't a single bug, a single drop of water. Corpses litter the ground in varying states of decay and mummification, some curled in on themselves in despair and others reaching with their frozen, skeletal hands toward nothing, or toward one another. The sky is a sickly shade of grey-green, and a thick cloud of purple-hued miasma hangs low in the air, obscuring the tops of any buildings from sight. It seems this place was abandoned long ago. Not even death itself lingers here, with no life remaining to end.
A single black door awaits them on the other side. Through it, you can hear distant gunfire and the sounds of war.]
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Quickly, he makes sure to block Meteion’s view of the window. No desolate lands for you to see, little bird, but Aymeric keeps his eyes on the sea of corpses. Sorrow, tinted with anger, floods his senses.
Closing his eyes, he gently ushers Meteion to Prompto. ]
I will look through the papers… It may offer us context, mayhap answer.
[ On what they should do to LEAVE. Anyway, stack of papers? Are you even readable? Inb4 all in Japanese and Aymeric must instantly give up. ]
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What.. is this?
[ This.. room? She'll follow the guide to move to Prompto, keeping the rose close, frowning just a bit at a strange.. sensation. She... she's forgetting something, isn't she..? Wings perk at the sounds coming from the further door. She stares at it for a moment, before looking back to where Aymeric tends to the papers. ]
What about us? What can.. we do? [ her other hand rests on the sword, searching for that familiar reassurance she's come to feel since waking here. ]
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he is definitely putting the ring on and sticking close to their meteion. trying to send her some happier vibes as he stares at a map. ]
Oh hey! [ ... ] I know none of these places! What about you, buddy? [ saying that as he pats the sword at his side. do you have a clue? anyways, what to the pins and marks seem to indicate? missions? ]
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This one is run down, barely holding up, riddled with bullet holes and smeared with blood, smelling of stale iron and death. The air inside is one of defeat and desperation. Despite the pockets of hope that some people may hold in this war, the soldiers here understand what they're up against. This is a losing battle. The most they want is to die with their nobility intact, like the samurai they are. To find a place out there where they can meet their end with dignity.
Estinien and Hermes help the injured through, if needed. A man is there waiting for you - you instinctively know him as Hijikata Toshizo, the general of the Shogunate's army. Meteion's sword thrums with the agony of preemptive loss. This is someone dear to it, to Meteion - a man destined to die. He's on his way to meet that fate. He looks at the three in turn.]
"You three, huh... You've done well, making it all the way out here." [He speaks with the same command for respect that you know him for, but there's something tired in his words. As if he himself understands the weight of history as it has been written, and knows that today's fight will be his last.] "I sent Ichimura ahead with everything you need to get out of here with your heads on your shoulders. Make sure that you do. ...I'm going to go find it, now. My grave."
[He turns on his heel to leave. The world seems to slow around you.
The colors bleed out of this room. Everything except for Prompto, Meteion and Aymeric shifts to shades of black and white and grey. This is the pivotal moment: the last strong tie of the Shogunate army, on his way to fall.
Meteion's sword tries to hold itself and her together, even though her misery is so deep, and its is, too. Just a little further. One more step. All you have to do is ensure that Hijikata walks through this door, and you'll have succeeded. You can put this battle behind you and go to rest and repair your broken body and heart. Prompto's sword is also ready to be done with this mission, resonating in a strange way with the hurt that had befallen his comrades earlier. War is war, but it's not any easier, is it? Every battle hurts like something new, in different ways. You want to push through this. You want to be done with it. You want to leave this place, and take a nice, long soak in the hot springs and leave this all as one more horrible mark in your exhausting past.
Two of the three of you know that this is the point of your journey here.
But one may have a different goal.]
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He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath to clear his mind… It helps him some. It allows him to process this unending sea of lament. Lucia’s corpse flashes before him… The sound of people ring in the background.
This must end. It can end.
And he will end it how his sword has always wished. How they have always wished. Aymeric does not need both hands to wield a sword. Having trained to wield Naegling with just his right hand, he easily swings his sword at Meteion, seeking to kill off the weak and injured first. ]
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She's so tired. She wants to go back. She doesn't want to be.. here. With all this suffering. The pain. More dull and even a few stray black feathers coat her wings now compared to before with one wing dangling limply at her side. Just.. one step. One more. One more loss. One more death.
Just need to.. walk through that door. When movement happens at her side, she looks puzzled, confused as she realizes it's Aymeric raising his sword. ]
A-.. Aymeric, what are y-- [ A cry escapes her when it swings suddenly at her, because it's a 19 I'm saying he does not kill her or even fatally wound her. She does get a slash that cuts right on down from her shoulder to her elbow. Staggering on her feet back, she doesn't think to go for her sword. To defend herself or retaliate because this... this is her friend, right? ]
W-Why..? [ now there's a drumming feel of fear. dread. the shock of the situation still keeping her body moving. ]
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He almost misses it, but there is the flash of movement, and Meteion is wounded. ]
Huh? Dude, are you being serious right now?
[ Just that before he moves into action. Surging towards Aymeric with the gun raised, intending on using the butt of his weapon to slam it into his stomach or what he can get. He doesn't want to kill him, just get him down long enough for it all to be over ]
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Three items lay spread out on a cot before you.
A single rose, which will turn into a glittering, light blue gumball. The user will know that they can use this item to imbue one person with a feeling of calmness and comfort which will last for a day.
A silver ring, which will turn into a marbled yellow and orange gumball. The user will know that they can use this to heal one severe injury by up to 50%.
A sliver of broken, blackened sword, which will turn into a shrimp shaped, shrimp-flavored gumball. A shrumpball, if you will. The user will know that they can use it to tie two people together for 4 hours. In that time, those two people will be able to feel each other's emotions and hear their thoughts.
They will also find that their swords have turned into small, plastic keychain replicas, like so. Their fancy idol outfits and neat accessories are also still in place, and they will find their missing outfits and items back on their beds in their apartments.
An archway opens nearby. It seems they're free to return.]