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.

Comments

[wants_the_phd]

[Fuck!]

[She squeaks and throws a protective dome of vines over herself, then another, then a third, thorns jutting out all over like a sea urchin]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ pokes it ]



[ poke poke pokes it ]



[ poke poke poke poke poke poke POKES it ]

[finalbows]

"Guess I'll just... GO BACK AND FINISH WHAT I WAS DOING... pouring gasoline on a hot monkey brain. What do you think, Angie-wangie, for your next life? Wanna have a compulsive need to eat dragon steak?"

3/3

[finalbows]

[ angie trips him with his tail ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Damn. This guy seems like he'd be a really fun and interesting person to play with if he wasn't literally trying to kill her. Shucks, buster.]

[Every square inch of surface in the chamber -- floors, walls, ceiling -- starts sprouting wiggly little vines. They squirm and flail like living things, and when they find each other, they intertwine, then separate, and find other dance partners as they grow and stretch ever longer. The room steadily becomes choked with a web of spines.]

[finalbows]

[ WOAH

he
doesn't have answer for that one beside get out by it.


tho the vine are also steadfastly encouraged to avoid choking angie's own position, thank you. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[The vines aren't touching him. Hm! Now that you think about it, it seems as if they're weaving themselves into a dome around him. There's also a tunnel-like structure beginning to form between his dome and hers, but it may be hard to spot through the choking bramble thicket that's clogging up the room.]

[finalbows]

[ the brambles aren't the only thing getting choking in this room. there's smoke. vines getting burned up, but the replacement rate is steady/greater enough the room stays a dense thicket.

embers and ash are falling down into the tunnel, but it hasn't been discovered. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[A hole opens up in Angie's dome and suddenly Azdaja is there, immediately digging into his duct tape bindings. She keeps her voice low, almost a whisper:]

As much as I love seeing you helpless like this, it's not as much fun if someone else did it...

1/2

[finalbows]

[ now you know how I felt when I had you frozen to a chair in the woods ]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ besides. he's not entirely helpless.




he's curled his tail around her leg.

now get the damn duct tape off his mask's mouth, it's symbolically interfering with his telepathy ]

[wants_the_phd]

[The tape over his mouth is some of the first to get stripped away, because she needs to ask him a question.]

Do you want this guy dead or nah?

[finalbows]

[ immediately, ]

[wants_the_phd]

That's what I like to hear.

[Finally getting through enough of the tape to free up his arms, she crouches and starts slicing through the bindings between his calves with her switchblade.]

[finalbows]

[ hands free, he starts casting.

remember what it felt like when angie gave you a giant layered buff sandwich before going out into the mist to save levie?

feels like that. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Thanks, bro]

[Now that his hands are free and the thickest parts of his tape cocoon have been sliced open, she's leaving the rest to him. For now she's peeking through the gaps in the vines like they're window blinds, trying to catch a glimpse of where this clown is and what he's doing, and how on fire the room is now.]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ buddy, this room is so on fire that the organic components have begun to smell like too-charred meat.

Angie viciously flails and scratches his way out of the rest. Fuck elegant he wants to live and not have his brain literally in chains anymore.




...where's the fuckin' clown tho-- ]

2/3 second phase here we go

[finalbows]

[ the room twists, crunching down and ripping away from the two of them like an aluminum can getting reformed into a purposefully-hideous metal sculpture reproduction of. this.

here we are with the golden clouds arena again......

great news though, the power of anime and an end boss on your side means az can float ]

3/4

[finalbows]

[ of course he turned into a giant winged purple god in a toga that's now descending from the heavens. i mean, naturally. why not. this might as well happen. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[You're right, Angie's Brain, the only thing worse than a clown IS a god clown.]

[Why does this clown gotta be so fucking jacked. WHY]

[finalbows]

[ now you understand ]

?/?, I forgot how many ive done but just one more

[finalbows]

[ okay sorry for the delay i had to make this extremely quick and dirty mask edit ]


"Life...

Dreams...
Hope...

Where do they come from?
And where are they headed?
These things..."

5/5

[finalbows]

"I am going to destroy!"

"Forsaken!"

[wants_the_phd]

[Fuck's sake I'M ONLY LEVEL FIVEEEEEEEEEEE]

[She braces herself in a tight little ball to minimize the amount of her body that's exposed to this fire tornado or whatever, immediately putting Angie's buffs to the test. How many hitpoints are we losing, boss?]

[finalbows]

[ this definitely feels like a good 1/2 of both our total health :( ]

[ angie tries to pepper suppressing fire onto the clown, zipping around like a distraction-- and ends up pushed back to Az's position with a 'shoo, fly' wave of Kefka's hand. it, uh. it turns out turning your own aggression against a clown-flavored personification of all your lust to destroy things doesn't work so good. the spells totally whiff. he looks very flummoxed. ]

"I can't BELIEVE I have to play SUPPORT in the battle for my own BRAIN."

[ shifts to the back row to cast heals for them. ]