Game 2 - Rose

[crittersheep]

[A rose shaped crystal rises from the ground. You instinctively know to touch it for Death's Eye to receive your answer.

You are bound to your flock by a thin thread, making it impossible to separate, but you may still answer individually.]

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[finalbows]

Death, you were THERE, you already know damn well--

Yes! Fine, yes, to both! I can see reasons! I've had reasons!

[wooliefrand]

[LISTEN SHE HAS TO BE THOROUGH

Anyway, a warm air swirls around him. It's inviting, peaceful, soothing. At first.

And then it tightens. The air thickens, reminiscent of a noose. And yet, he will still find a sense of peace. The world seems light around him. The blood at his feet parts.

He suddenly finds himself on a cliff. But is it an illusion. . .?

The air rope tightens. Does he step off?]

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ angel devil i swear to god if you die and make a time discrepancy with the other posts i've already answered


that unnatural sense of peace calls to something deeper in him than Angel Devil can consciously recall.

others fought it. but he wants it. directly exposed, he wants that peace so, so badly. this place is just denial. a week of freedom is nothing. Chaos probably hasn't even noticed one of his scrambling little warrior ants has left the fray without properly dying, yet-- any day now, the next cycle could begin, and he would simply be conjured into it anew.

this is a chance. this is a gift.


angel devil looks pretty well enchanted. ]</sub>

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[finalbows]

_{[ step forward off your stage, angel of death. ]}

[catposting]

[ just as Angel Devil is about to take the step, Blood Fiend decks him across the face. he's still in base form, but even then his physical strength is no joke, so... it'll hurt, but not enough to like, break his neck.

buddy he JUST got out of this illusion himself. he knows. ]

[wooliefrand]

[Before he can take that fateful step, Blood Fiends hit breaks the illusion. The air noose disappears.]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ Angel Devil comes back to reality on the ground, and sits up. He rubs at his neck, breathing in slow and hoarse.


He makes eye contact with Blood Fiend. He's not saying shit. They've had this conversation, haven't they? ]</sub>

[pleasantmisery]

[giving Angel Devil a jovial slap on the back! if he looks he'll be able to see the rope mark on her throat, which hasn't quite faded away yet]]

Good thing you didn't give into it! That would've been... Well, I'm guessing it would've been pretty bad!

[finalbows]

...

Yes. Good thing.

_{[ his voice is completely even and without feeling. ]}

[catposting]

. . .

[ holds eye contact for a moment. ]

Let someone else speak our final answer.

[ PREFERABLY FLOYD. anyway he'll politely walk away, AGAIN. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ he ain't arguing with THAT. angel devil knows when he's compromised.


anyway, just gonna. chill out down here a bit. eventually he'll bring himself to stand and primly dust himself off. not yet, but eventually. ]</sub>