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]

[ no. this room has managed to stay, for now, intact. there is safety here.
but when she takes that second look around, she might actually notice a little gryphon cube asleep on the bed, nested deep in the pillow pile. was he always there? ...shh. don't wake him.

...is that the corner of a mask, beside him? ]

[wants_the_phd]

[IS it a corner of a mask?]

[she's going to attempt some sleight of hand do see if she can gently pull it out without waking him.]

[finalbows]

[ it is.

with some fastidious jiggling and pausing, she manages to slide it free, though there's a couple of close calls and tiny sleepy peep-peeps.

Gained MASK OF TENDERNESS.


this mask is light as a feather.
...where'd you put that mask of cruelty, anyway? are those masks both going in the messenger bag? ]

[wants_the_phd]

[the mask of cruelty is going in the bag, yes, now that we have established that exists.]

[the mask of tenderness is going on her face to see if anything changes.]

[finalbows]

[ the light coming in through the window is softer, brighter.
the rainfall was nice before, but it's like... you can appreciate it even more now?

you just feel. nice.
it sort of hurts. "nice" also feels strangely like "despair."
but it's still nice, nonetheless. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Hmm. Well, she's filing that info away. But for now, she's putting this one in her bag, too. She doesn't want to miss anything important due to wearing rose-colored glasses.]

[She leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind her, and goes to do a cursory lap around the barn to check for anything that seems broken or rotten.]

[finalbows]

[ well. let's see what we find, if we are contriving to dive as deep as we can.

the room akrinak never used has had every object in it smashed to smithereens.
the doorknob to what used to be shadow fiend's room breaks off in her hand, and cannot be cajoled open at all.

the kitchen is fine. spotlessly clean. there are bowls and sticks of ice cream out on the table, abandoned but not yet melted.

oh, and
the underground obstacle course is overrun with Mist, tree roots, and dark, stony thorns.


a red crystal once again hangs on a ribbon from azdaja's own doorknob. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[looks at underground obstacle course

s... sweats

...we're going to check out this crystal to see if it contains any hints on how to congeal mist into something less... harmful.]

[finalbows]

[ gonna be frank it WAS gonna be worse but luckily we just had a 100+ comment thread that removed Literally You as an unskippable miniboss of that segment. gg az

this version of the little red crystal doesn't have a 400+ word monologue in it,
but it does helpfully offer you knowledge of the spell Life in your time of need.

depressingly, it does not restore the dead back to life, but it does temporarily get the GRIEVOUSLY WOUNDED back on their feet enough to keep fighting through a moment of crisis so that they can be stabilized later.

which, y'know. is in fact exactly what you need right now...
...but you need to have a precise target for that to work.

_{also you've never cast a full mana-nomming spell on purpose outside of the confines of your own body before, are you ready???} ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Oh damn, she was almost a miniboss?! She would LOVE to know she crushed him that hard. Truly sublime.]

[But now that she has the crystal and the Life knowledge therein, we are plunging into the pool that marks the entrance of the obstacle course. we goin' in, bitches]

[finalbows]

[ splish splash!

without a mask on, the wails and moans and despair of the dense Mist begin to choke your throat once again.

...

remember how the obstacle course suppresses your magic (except for flock powers) while you're in it?
that seems to still be true inside of his heart.


maybe that's not surprising.
but there IS a part of the place where you CAN use magic, isn't there? very, very deep in. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[wait i just saw the edit. how much mana are we talking, exactly.]

[she's still going in, but. sweats.]

[finalbows]

[ "Life" is normally 8 MP, but...
You aren't... a naturally "giving" person, Azdaja...... and you're still a novice mage...



It's 24 MP a cast. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[wow. how dare you be correct about that]

[it's gross in here, for mysterious reasons we couldn't possibly be responsible for. what if she puts on the mask of tenderness?]

[finalbows]

[ well,
the music goes from this to

THIS,

and abruptly you can breathe again. you feel like gasping. the water goes from awfully cold to merely bracingly cold.

wearing this mask in this place makes you feel so, so vulnerable. weak. tender, as in raw and easy to harm.

but it also allows you to tolerate existing within it. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Joke's on you, she always feels that way.]

[Grasping the crystal, she forges ahead to the scene of The Crime.]

[finalbows]

[ passing by the withered remains of the vines he'd planned and failed to use against her, it looks like any other spot. but she knows what it is. so does angel devil.

...but there's something different about this place beyond just the miasmic Mist.
the Mist hisses to your ear of death,
but there are lots... of different kinds of flowers, here, now. not just roses.

examining them...
it seems all these different flowers, with tens of different meanings between them, grow in concentric circles coming out from the point of 'impact.'

but that spot is completely bare. waiting, maybe. or cursed. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[shit. she doesn't know anything about flower meanings.

What flowers are here? She's going to commit them to memory and look them up later. Or maybe try looking it up on crystalpedia once the wifi is working again.]

[finalbows]

[ guess you'll have to forge forward to that sweet spot where powers work again, and check with the rock what there is to work with.

ready to move on? ]

[wants_the_phd]

[i GUESS]

[where are you, angie? is there another version of you in here someplace? is SHE in here? she doesn't know.]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ maybe you should check where you last left him.
anyway, it's wonderful that you say you're ready to move on! because someone else isn't.

remember how i said your miniboss doppelgagner used to be unskippable, azdaja?
that... doesn't necessarily mean it is always skipped, does it?

...as you leave that particular spot in the middle of the circles of flowers behind unremarked upon, you start to hear behind you the steps of something big. ]

2/2 this many comments in and she has hit the main gimmick of the heart game

[finalbows]

[ time takes a moment to sit down and have a breather. you can't move. neither can your all-too-familiar pursuer.
a commanding, bass voice of a faraway god asks of you a question that is, in reality, a command.

when you provide him an answer, you shall be free to act. ]

~ which mask to wear? ~

MASK OF RESIGNATION
"Bargain for your life."

MASK OF PERSEVERANCE
"Flee, relentlessly!"

[wants_the_phd]

Mask of Cruelty.

[finalbows]

[ you choose the MASK OF CRUELTY.

"Whatsoever I suffer, I will repay with even greater pain."

Magic doesn't work down here, but Rose's flock powers do.

You abandon your form for that of a gout of blood, and let the dragon's jaws close upon you.

You wrench control of them because they are your own. You own them. It is nothing for you to order: be afraid! heel, before me!

...you are now possessing NIGHTMARE AZDAJA!

Wow, confusing. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[She was this close to fucking herself on the floor of a dying man's soul. But you're right, we don't have time for that kind of temptation right now. For once in her life, she is actually trying to improve things. Why, exactly, she doesn't know. Objectively, she thinks it would be great to make him carry this hurt inside him, and never forget the day that she won. Never forget that he's not as bulletproof as he thinks he is. Never forget that even this wretched waste of life can destroy him if he lets his guard down.]

[She returns to the bullseye of flowers. What flowers are here? What does it look like?]