HEARTGAME DRESS REHEARSAL

[finalbows]

thank u rah u hero

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[ ..somewhere in the pasture, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.

The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.


When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]

Ah,
I thought… I had a little more time.

[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]

~KRRSHHK~

[any observers will see, strangely see-through and superimposed on the scene, some kind of vast tree, illusionary roots twisting over and around to frame a door.  the door itself is wrought of opaque stained glass in blacks and whites and greys; a stylized rendition of Angie in that strangely ragged, feathered form, curled in on himself, eyes closed.  Angie himself is nowhere to be seen. ]

instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door.  for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement.  The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.  

Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue.  she’s frowning.]

. . . well.  This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.

[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]

You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think.  Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.

My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves.  Have a care.

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[finalbows]

[ for the first time, this cold knight smiles. ]


"Oh? You actually had one to give me?
Suppose... you're not so worthless... after all..."

[ her body fades to a dark shade save for the red mask,
and then reshapes into a very Révérence-shaped silhouette.

...then it, and the mask, both disappear, returning to the place they're meant to be.


the sword clatters as it falls to the floor, bereft an owner.
she's alone. as much as she can be, inside his soul. ]

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[wants_the_phd]

[WHEEEEEEEZE]

[Sweet Emperor Jesus. That scared the shit out of her.]

[wants_the_phd]

[ "Guilt is a tool you can use to manipulate people."
Ta-daa. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[She kinda wishes she could have gotten her to rescue angie from the clown for her, but not getting decapitated with a sword that weighs more than she does is still pretty good, so she'll take it.]

[Okay. Now that things have chilled a bit, we are going to take a moment to reassess our surroundings. Is Terra's goofy kinship mask still here? What about her stuff she hid under the pew? Is there anything on the church that looks like it could still usesome attention?]

[finalbows]

[ Terra's belongings are all still here, including:

- goofy kinship mask
- her sword (much lighter than Beatrix's giant doom blade)
- bag, containing 3x Potion, 1x Antidote, and 2x Ether, and a plushie of a moogle.


maaaaybe you could do something with the Chaos and Cosmos statues, but 'destroying them' seems like, not the right idea, because that's clearly what Beatrix wanted to do to Chaos. ]

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[wants_the_phd]

[Honestly, she should have let her. Fuck that guy.]

[Azdaja doesn't know what to do with the potions and stuff (and ESPECIALLY not the plush, what does this even do) but she puts them in her bag anyway. You never know.]

[The bigass sword can stay. She can barely lift it. Christ. The smallass sword can also stay.]

[Just for the record, azdaja is currently carrying the masks of kinship and cruelty, and is wearing the rose.]

[wants_the_phd]

[She's going to give the statues a more thorough look. What does Cosmos look like? Which of the basins looks like it's received the most blood? Is there anything else she's missing?]

[finalbows]

[ no audience to watch her back around means the very littlest of details are easier to see... and the Rose mask gives her extra insight. Investigation 2 is going much easier.

Cosmos looks like this!

And she is very clearly the one who has actually been tithed the most blood in her name.

...
goddammit. the statues hunger for more blood, don't they. it's always fuckin' blood. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Oh damn, cosmos is smokin. No wonder chaos has complicated mom feelings.]

[Ahhh, but it's so hard being a rose, with everyone lusting after your tasty, magical blood all the time. Cosmos knows she wants some of this juice. Who is azdaja to deny a pretty lady.]

[She fishes her switchblade out of her bag and flicks it open... and after a pause to muster up the courage, cuts the back of her forearm (fewer nerve endings, won't hinder dexterity, less likely to get infected. We gotta take care of ourselves, you know.)]

[She lets the blood drip freely into Cosmos' basin.]

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[finalbows]

[ you offer your blood up to the Goddess of Harmony.

You hear the click of a key in a lock, chains falling away,
and are abruptly shunted into
the direct scene of one of Angel Devil's memories-- ]

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[finalbows]

~ which mask to wear? ~

MASK OF FATE
"Bear witness to what's already been and done."

MASK OF REBELLION
"Nuh-uh, you gumby-limbed bastard. I cast Life at the warrior of darkness."

[wants_the_phd]

[Oh, she loves this memory. She'd love to see angie fall to his knees and beg for death at her feet. Goals tbh. Zidane doesn't know how good he had it.]

[She's gonna choose the mask of rebellion, though, 'cause fuck The Man is why.]

[We do not go gently into that good night.]

[finalbows]

[ a blue, hole-riddled mask that I do not have to link you for the hundredth time rn appears on his face, only for him to snap his head up and stare at you, like, what, who the fuck is that, when did they get here, what-- ]

"Azdaja?"

[ oh, hey. At least he recognizes her.

anyway. the finer details of his body fades to light.
and his mask turns to gold.

but he's not going anywhere just yet. the rest of the scene is frozen around you both. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Shocked Pikachu mask...]

Yo.

[finalbows]

"Did you just...

..."

[ she definitely did just. ]

"You know...
You really aren't going to get a better opportunity than this, to be rid of me. The plausible deniability here is... immeasurable.

...so...
What was it... that made you decide to take this path?

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[wants_the_phd]

[I hope he's not TOO ephemeral because she can't resist an opportunity like this. She simply Can Not.

She walks up to him, casually,]

Why would I want to be rid of you?

[wants_the_phd]

[And steps on his thigh as he kneels]

When you have so much left to give me~?

[finalbows]

[ in front of his BETTER REPLACEMENT, FROZEN LIKE A STORE MANNEQUIN--

he is In Fact a solid presence, and also, completely out of mana and pre-beaten to hell in this memory. Covered in abrasions, bruises, cuts that are no longer fatal, but still trickling blood.

Angie's tongue is very obviously stilled with embarassment. Fuck. He set himself up for that. ]

[wants_the_phd]

Come, don't be shy. I come bearing gifts.

[She extends a hand, almost as if she's offering the back of it for a kiss... until it's evident she's offering the back of her arm, which is still sluggishly dripping blood.]

[Her other hand still has a switchblade in it, but she's holding it in a way where her leg on his thigh blocks it from being easily grabbed.]

[finalbows]

[ that's bait, he idly notes.

brings his lips to her arm anyway. what's he gonna do, refuse the blood spoon like a fussy toddler? he wants to be a LITTLE less spent, in her presence, in what he's still relatively convinced is his dying moments. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[I mean, it still could be. Who even knows.]

[She caresses the line of his jaw with the tip of her thumb while he drinks, her voice like a purr.]

You look so beautiful like this.

Red is a lovely color on you.

[finalbows]

[ miracle he's getting any meaningful amount of blood through a mask but this is luckily one with a well placed mouth hole ]

"...
That's what you want, then...
The opportunity to keep seeing more."

[wants_the_phd]

Among other things.

[She withdraws her arm, regardless of whether he's done or not.]


[But just so she can use it to grab all three necks of the potion bottles in her bag, and offer them to him. Turns out drinking her blood was just for her personal satisfaction.]

[finalbows]

"You are... just brimming with surprises, today."

[ he accepts them, and as he does--
his mask changes, again. from gold, to
a very goofy blue one.


and with that, he fades into twirling motes of pure holy light, and the memory ends.




when it's over, 

A red memory coin
glints on the floor of the church, a lone sparkle among the deepening flood of blood.

Oh. Hey.
Seems like the Cosmos basin just kept... filling and filling with it from the statue's eyes... and now it's overflowing all over the place. ]

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[wants_the_phd]

["bitch, i'm always full of surprises," she thinks to herself,]