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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[wants_the_phd]

Alright. I'll keep working on it, then.

Can you tell me more about the unhealed incision?

[finalbows]

[ matter-of-fact, ]

"My Master did it so I'd be gone at a future time he was absolutely sure he'd have no more use for me as research material.

Move a little to the right, I can't see my favorite sunbeam."

[wants_the_phd]

[She just lays down on the ground so she doesn't have to get up again. She's already soaked to the skin, who cares]

Is there any way to fix it?

[finalbows]

"I.
Dunno.

Would have said no, but you're doing something that isn't making it worse, at least. And Chaos put me back together, too, I guess? Way too faithfully. Gouge and all, or else we wouldn't have this problem.


What a useless God. All he ever does is indulge in his repetition compulsion."

[ pot, meet kettle. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[staring at the sky]

What would you do if you were a god?

[finalbows]

[ his soaked tail swishes. it looks very funny. ]

"Indulge in my repetition compulsion. Kill people at random for being too ugly or boring. Make people build lots of temples to me and have raucous celebrations in my name as long as they don't mess up my statues. Go into the mortal realm in hiding and ruin people's lives if they're not nice to me. Write a holy text full of ambiguous wording and listen to how it gets interpreted for fun."

[wants_the_phd]

[barks a laugh]

Hah! What a shitty god. I wouldn't pray to you. Fuck that.

Plenty of those kinds of fucks in this world already.

[finalbows]

"Well, you didn't tell me to lie. But I can, if you want. I'm told I'm not bad at it."

[wants_the_phd]

Nah. I'm just trading a truth for a truth.

So, five broken sections still, huh? Which one should I work on next?

[finalbows]

[ rolls over to look at her better. ]

"How 'bout you tell me which one you think you're working on right now? Here. I'll even give you a hint."

[ he snaps his fingers.

above him, a see-through version of all 19 18 masks appear. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[the fuck is a Mask of Pudding]

Resignation.

[finalbows]

[ the joke weapon that instantly solves the heartgame, obviously ]

"Wrong~☆. But warm. Two more chances. If you win, I'll give you something fun. Just for you. Not for your little scavenger hunt."

[wants_the_phd]

[ooh fun. it's a game now.]

No Meaning?

[finalbows]

[ shifts to sit on his knees. ]

"Waaaarrmer.
If you get it wrong when you're this close, I'm gonna give you a penalty game to get you to figure it out."

[wants_the_phd]

The End.

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[finalbows]

"I told you. I'm not the one that yearns to die.

Well, you agreed to the terms. So it's punishment time, naughty pet."

[ everything goes black, as she's abruptly hit with the lurching feeling of being displaced into a memory. ]

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[finalbows]

[ this time, instead of being a third party observer, she's directly in Angie's weird sci-fi shoes.

she's on a platform that's rimmed with fangs.

Garland stands before her, in the golden "mask of the king."


Her leg is broken.
Her Master's command is simple. Concise. ]

"Heal it."

[wants_the_phd]

[Ah.

Mask of the Servant.]

[She's going to try and tap into angie's big juicy magic brains and try to access the method of casting Cure.]

[finalbows]

[ something glitters on the weird, squishy ground.

crystal, with what she needs. better grab it fast. that man doesn't seem to have much tolerance for frivolity. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[yoink!]

[Going to try to resonate and cast in the same movement before Garland can break her other leg. wish her luck.]

[finalbows]

[ you heal it. it's like it never happened. your body is still brimming with mana.

Garland says one word. ]

"Time."

[ 47 seconds, you immediately know. Tell him? ]

[wants_the_phd]

42 seconds.

[finalbows]

"Incorrect."

[ a red glow surrounds your other leg.

it snaps like a twig. ]

"Heal it."

[wants_the_phd]

[Fuck's sake]

[HEALS IT]

[finalbows]

"Time."

[ you were faster. 40 seconds. ]