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auroraexpress2019-12-20 01:44 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2019-12-20 01:44 pm
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The Twenty-Fifth Trial [Mirror]
Who: Heroes
When: Day ??
Where: ??
[The sky is grey and overcast, kind of… Gloomy.
There is no “come hither heroes”, there is no call. Simply, you find yourself in a different place.
Six Japanese style buildings, shrines, in team color roofs, surround the clearing. Despite the wood and rice paper walls there’s no hearing what happens in each building, no seeing what happens in each building, and no entering a building that is not your own team’s unless the game places you there. There is a seventh building of no color that can be sheltered in between rounds.
Sousei, or what looks like him, stands in the center of the clearing but his eyes are black, and pearly white scales cover his body entirely. His voice rings across the clearing like thunder.]
Wretched creatures, struggle, writhe, despair, and fall.
[He raises his hand, lightning strikes him, and his body sheds like snake skin as a massive serpent rises and rises and rises, curling around the whole area, taller than any tree, looking down at the clearing with pure malice.
It starts to rain.]
Rules | Sing-in | Rooms | Pre-game mingle | Round 1 Mingle | Winners and Endgame
When: Day ??
Where: ??
[The sky is grey and overcast, kind of… Gloomy.
There is no “come hither heroes”, there is no call. Simply, you find yourself in a different place.
Six Japanese style buildings, shrines, in team color roofs, surround the clearing. Despite the wood and rice paper walls there’s no hearing what happens in each building, no seeing what happens in each building, and no entering a building that is not your own team’s unless the game places you there. There is a seventh building of no color that can be sheltered in between rounds.
Sousei, or what looks like him, stands in the center of the clearing but his eyes are black, and pearly white scales cover his body entirely. His voice rings across the clearing like thunder.]
Wretched creatures, struggle, writhe, despair, and fall.
[He raises his hand, lightning strikes him, and his body sheds like snake skin as a massive serpent rises and rises and rises, curling around the whole area, taller than any tree, looking down at the clearing with pure malice.
It starts to rain.]
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Ms Herschel.
[80H places one leg in front of the other and curtsies elegantly]
I am YoRHa Unit number Eighty, type H. You may call me 80H, of Jasmine. It is a pleasure to meet you.
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Towa quickly bows in return on instinct.]
The pleasure is all mine, 80H. But really, you don't need to call me Ms Herschel-- just Towa is fine.
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[why are all of you so casual with this gosh]
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Oh... well... then... should I call you Ms. 80H?
[Something about it just feels weird.]
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[She might not be about formalities herself, but she's accustomed to using it for others.]
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[someone sensible!!]
At any rate, this trial is not officially sanctioned. Those happen from time to time.