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]

[ the grip around her throat finally, FINALLY slackens.
that thing she's been wrestling with is just a bunch of twitching meat, now.

he is now in his FINAL FORM...

a grotesque parody of a winged chatcube, with some gorey bits of spine, throat, etc. hanging from its base. still wearing the MASK OF CRUEL DESIRE.

he swoops by her head. just to fuck with her. ]

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[wants_the_phd]

[BUT WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[wants_the_phd]

[Still catching her breath, she waits for it to take another pass and then leaps at it like a cat trying to catch a bird, attempting to snap it out of the air.]

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[finalbows]

[ SWOOP
SWOOP
SWOOP--


chomp. ]

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[finalbows]

[ it turns out when it's literally inside her body the Reflect doesn't work anymore.

ow ow ow HOT HOT HOT HOT ]

[finalbows]

~ which mask to wear? ~

MASK OF CRUEL DESIRE
"Eat it anyway!!!!"

MASK OF RESIGNATION
"Spit it out."

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[wants_the_phd]

[> Neither.

She hacks it up into her mouth, holding it clenched in the tips of her teeth, trying not to let it touch her tongue or lips, ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Then calmly returns to Angie's side,

and offers it to him.]

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[finalbows]

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[finalbows]

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[finalbows]

[ dons the mask. ]


[ it seals into the MASK OF RADICAL ACCEPTANCE like an offering.

what's left is...


a MASK OF THE ROSE. ]

4/4

[finalbows]

[ then it vanishes.
so do the rest of Azdaja's.

it's just the two of them, unmasked, standing in a sea of golden, rolling clouds.




and a metric tonnage of clown meat. ]

This could have been such a romantic moment

[wants_the_phd]

[


Stares at clown god flesh that still isn't pixels like "are you gonna eat that?"]

Re: This could have been such a romantic moment

[finalbows]

[ IMMEDIATELY SHIELDS HIS EYES AND TURNS AWAY SO HE DOES NOT HAVE TO LOOK AT THIS ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Nah I'm just kidding. She already got an arm. That's enough for this version of Azdaja who lives only in his imagination and is using his mana instead of her own.]

[She is looking him over, though, sniffing at him from close enough to touch.]


...Are you okay?


...Are you whole?

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[finalbows]

I... I think so. More okay... than I was before today.
This is... as whole as you can make me, feels like. _{[ ... ]} That's not a shortcoming of yours.

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[finalbows]

It's just there's... only so much pathway in me for you to walk, I think?

[ ...she has that tuft of black feather, but...
would she be able to? to try and turn the corridors of his soul to a new path for her to witness and mend?

she's already done so much for him. ultimately, it's her choice. ]

What else... is there to say?

[wants_the_phd]

[She sits, watching him.]

Are you going to wake up, after this?

[finalbows]

Personally I plan on taking a long nap as soon as I get the chance.
...One long, very normal, not dying, nap.

[wants_the_phd]

I suppose I can allow it.

This time.

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[finalbows]

[ titter, titter. ]

Oh, you'll allow it, will you.

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[finalbows]

...How fortuitous for me.
Then... by your leave.

[ he turns around, and walks away, fading.

...
but Azdaja's still here, in the rolling expanse of golden clouds. ]

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[finalbows]

[ ... ]

[ there's someone else to deal with in here. someone who's been watching, presiding, this whole time.

now, what was his name, again?
after all... in this world...
names
are power. ]

~ which name to call? ~

[wants_the_phd]

[bitch, chaos can suck her long wiggly dick]

Cosmos!

Are you listening?!

characters i did not expect to npc for 500, alex

[finalbows]

[ some of the clouds change shape,
forming into the guise of a radiant woman. ]

[ ...before you, is, indeed, the Goddess of Harmony. ]