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The Twenty-Fifth Trial [Mirror] - Winners and Endgame

Who: Heroes
When:Day 52, night
Where: near the Train

The rain falls harder, and the snake sneers at you as you exit the temples... Lightning strikes and the snake laughs like thunder... But that's all, the mocking laughter rings in your ears as the scenery shifts back to the normal Train area. Those who revive will do so near the Train as the winners and survivors reappear.

Ginger and Licorice double win for both surviving and targeting a Priest! For these teams they get 800 points.

Jasmine wins for surviving! They get 500 points.

Everyone on a winning team is revived and fully healed.

Everyone else... Is revived. And healed. However in whatever death wounds they received they have, instead of scars, white scales for their skin.

Smaller wounds will regenerate in a one to two days and will leave scales instead of scars unless healed otherwise.

All Kami remain hungry and able to shift to their monster form for the next day or so. Only meat will relieve this hunger.

Any Kami that were mad at the end of the game will retain a bit of mental instability for a day, in whatever form you prefer.

Priests, if they normally have powers, will find themselves somewhat weaker for a day.

It is not ICly known that these effects will wear off.

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Yes, well, you are certainly unique...for thinking that.

[like not to say You're Not Like Other Girls, but most women do not propagate their existences like a virus among other stuff.

Not that she knows any of that.

but she's never been to ginger, so she's having a cursory look around. not as curious as she would be normally, though. certainly not as much as when she was a child.]

And we have only just become acquainted, I can assure you there is a lot about me that is...difficult.

Ha! I like difficult.

[ like not the kind of specific difficult 80H is but she's just going to imagine that's the kind of difficult being talked about here. literally just be a shitty brat, thanks in advance ]

Have you been here before? I guess I should've asked how well you knew my team before bringing you over, actually...oh well!

Not my brand of difficult.

[js]

It is fine, I will not make myself obtrusive to the rest of your team and was invited here, so it should hopefully not matter.

Do you know any of them, though?

Yes. Does it matter?

I'm curious! They're my team, after all.

[are we sure they're not future science experiments.]

I suppose that is sensible. Where is your room?

[ well, ]

This way.

[ she drags her off to her room and then immediately shuts the door once they're in and pushes her up against it. ]

Merlooooot, why are you so avoidant?

[lets herself be dragged and then pushed against the wall.

she will also not argue with the name, for the moment.

instead she reaches out to pull victory against her body, a hand resting along the small of her back while her other gently takes her chin and guides it toward her lips so that she might kiss her.

It is not all that brief, either, but she pulls away in time.]

I do not take your meaning.

[ she kisses back with an amused chuckle, raising a hand to caress her cheek. when 80H pulls back, she ducks to dot a few kisses beneath her chin, before coming back up to respond. ]

You've avoided about half the questions I've asked you. Very deftly, I might add.

[80H leans into the caress a little, tipping her head back to allow for more access.]

Have I? My apologies.

[The good thing about starter outfits is that they are, mostly, easy to remove, and she's going to work on getting that top off her.]

Ah, you did it again. Cute.

You are very strange. I fail to see how that is cute.

[Pot. Kettle.

But she is not going to give her the chance to explain just yet before pressing her lips to hers in another kiss once her shirt is off. It is deeper this time before she draws back just enough to tease with lighter kisses one after the other, sucking her bottom lip.]

[ She mumbles her answer into the kiss, this time smoothing her hand through 80H's hair. It rests at the back of her head for just a moment before she tightens her grip, a light, fluttering sigh of contentment escaping her lips when 80H follows up the initial kiss. ]

Aww, do I talk too much? You're so eager to shut me up, Merlot.

[Gods, she's nearly reminded of ____ with the incessant speaking. But she will not focus on that because she is not about to have sex with her, but Victory. That would be odd.]

Must you treat everything as an experiment?

[POT.

KETTLE.

But she nips her bottom lip, running the flesh between her teeth and tugging a little before letting it go.]

[ robots: check
based on a human: check
existential problems regarding identity: check
references over a hundred years old from her perspective: check

Yeah they're basically the same bitch.

She chuckles again though, roughly prying her knee in between 80H's legs. There's a moment of consideration while she idly tugs a bit at her hair - ]

Well, I am a genius. Why do you ask?

[ She doesn't wait for an answer before nipping back at her lips, using the grip on her hair to tilt her head back. ]

It is wisdom to know when to stop.

[even she can manage this. occasionally.

Her knees are parted and her head is tilted back.

Ah, so Victory is aggressive. Interesting. Crow is a switch, but 80H often comes out on top when they have sex. A part of her wonders what it might be like to simply...let things be.

But, she cannot. She is terrible at receiving pleasure and passivity with women, her mind might wander in the moments between. 80H is both surprised and not to find Victory is not wearing a bra. She does not seem the type, that much was obvious to her even in their brief time together.

But she palms a breast, rubbing slow circles around her nipple with her thumb while the other hand slides down her waist, across her hips and starts to tug her bottoms down.

Amane is, as a matter of course, at least some level of horny. Today...really put a damper on it, and yet here she is. Disgusting. But she is growing more enthusiastic. She wonders if that is a good thing, but she acts on it.]

That's just a matter of perspective -

[ But she's caught off guard - despite 80H's proactiveness she was under the impression she'd just let herself be taken once she applied even the slightest amount of force.

It's not a particularly unwelcome surprise, though. She hasn't had any sex at all for a long time, as far as she remembers, and it's been even longer since she had a partner she wasn't able to just force into passivity.

So unfortunately, she decides to make this another experiment. As 80H's touch elicits a breathy moan from her, Victory lets go of her hair to lean into her, slipping her hands up into her shirt, fingertips ghosting along her her sides. ]

I am not wrong, in this case.

[She is a little wrong, if we are going to be pedantic. They do not know each other, so the process of discovering what they like together is, in itself, experimental. That part is fine, but she knows Victory would take it much further and deeper than that.

Her eyes flutter behind her blindfold to feel Victory's touch against her skin, and her own hand travels to her front, slipping past whatever she's wearing with a blink.]

Really now, no panties, either?

[She somehow is not surprised despite her assertion.

80H wishes she could take more time with his, but she can after she's made Victory into a puddle. Properly savour things when she's left boneless, if she can be. It is on the heels of that thought that she slides two fingers across her folds and rubs circles along her clit with her thumb.]

[ It sends an ecstatic jolt through her body, to be touched like this for the first time in awhile and the time in centuries that there wasn't the constant background noise of either her war or the Commander's.

The peace is actually unsettling, and it gives her too much time to think. To think about how everything that happened - ]

Five centuries wearing layers, Merlot! You can forgive me for spending my retirement wearing as little as possible, I'm sure.

[ - and she realizes, with a purred moan and a twitch of her hips, that to some degree she needs this. It's as much a distraction for her as it is for 80H, an experiment that keeps her talking and thinking about new and fresh things and not junk data. She needs the pleasure to cloud her thoughts when it all speeds too quickly and careens into the ever-widening gorge in her neural map.

So she experiments, fingers delicately tracing lines up and down 80H's sides and midriff before impulse kicks in and she just decides to do away with her top entirely - she may be letting herself ride the wave she planned to throw 80H headfirst into, but she's not about to let her get that far ahead of her. ]

You know - ah - victory never comes easy.

[ please laugh at her joke she thought about it for a very long time she needs the validation or else she will literally be eaten by brain worms tia in advance ]

[With Victory to focus on, she can allow her lust to thrive properly and leave everything else behind. 80H makes small noises as Victory touches her, and though she is loath to do it, she removes her fingers for a moment to raise them above her head and allow her dress to come off, leaving her only in a miraculous very, very high-cut white leotard.

Miraculous because it somehow offers her support despite her breasts all but spilling out of it.

But once her dress is off, she returns her hand to between Victory's legs searching, caressing, trying to feel what she enjoys and reacts to. Her fingers glide along that soft, warm wetness, fingers tracing circles around the entrance but without ever entering it.

80H is borderline incapable of laughter, but she just

covers victory's mouth with her free hand.]

That was terrible and you should feel terrible.

[She is clearly not serious. or is she. that was A BAD JOKE VICTORY.

As though to underscore her point, 80H bites the juncture of her neck and juncture, sucking hard with every intention of leaving a amark.

A mark of SHAME.]

[ She

Just laughs? Her knees actually buckle ever so slightly, and it's unclear whether it's from the laughter or her the pleasure, though the occasional pitching up of her voice, the growing wetness, and the rolling of her hips against 80H's fingers when they dance so closely to entering her indicates it's a combination of both.

The bite doesn't actually stop her either - the laughter breaks into a hiss for just a moment but that hiss just trails back into giggling. She tilts her head up to give better access, one hand settling on 80H's ass while the other just for a brief moment grips tightly at the nape of her neck before moving up to simply cradle her head against her own neck. ]

Honestly.

[She seems like she might get along with Crow in some respects, and her thoughts drift to him for a moment before she returns to the present. Mustn't be rude, now. That knee buckle is blood in the water, it could be from her laughter, yes, but 80H wonders if she can make the other woman collapse from pleasure.

It will be a good start.

(Her leotard does absolutely nothing to cover her ass, so enjoy that, Vic.)

There comes temptation to tease her terribly--as is her wont--but she will save it for another time, surprise data, if you would, and so 80H's fingers plunge inside her, going as deep as they are able while her thumb still moves in circuits. Her fingers curl and rub deep before she strikes that fantastic part inside her.

All the while, she licks a stripe up her neck before planting kisses along her jawline all the way to her ear before she traces the shell of it with her tongue.]

F-fuck -- !

[ It's muffled and still half-laughed, but it's clear enough. Her breathing grows heavier and she reaches for the hand on her mouth, to try and pry it off not so she can talk but so she can lick along the length of a finger before taking the digit into her mouth, suckling it.

She begins trembling, and her laughing is finally overtaken by needy moans, but that very pleasure makes her think of her joke, and from there, another experiment -

Clearly, this feels amazing. She could turn to putty right here in 80H's hands, and honestly already somewhat has. So clearly this counts as some sort of duress - more importantly, it's a sensation she wants to focus on, wants to give in to. So for another layer of distraction, Victory decides, she ought to try to deny it the same way she'd deny any data she's decided is junk. Pain, sorrow, pleasure, it can all just be discarded. Even in a situation like this, where she wants nothing more than to let it wash over her.

Theoretically, anyway. For the sake of that theory, she finally puts all lingering thought of her war out of her mind - right here, right now, against this door - that's the war she has to focus on winning.

Though...by the way her breath hitches and her body sags even more at the feeling of the tongue against her ear, her situation's rather dire. ]

[She allows her to suck a finger and in fact slides a second one inside, her middle to join her index. She pushes them both farther inside. Not enough to choke, but there are more digits to deal with than simply the first.

She cannot know what Victory is thinking but would wish she did, she always thrives in competition. Still, she is competing to have her way here, to render her boneless and aglow with pleasure, to that end, her fingers draw out, nearly to the end and then she drives them back in. Again. Over and over, and she starts to set a furious rhythm.

She kisses her ear, speaking into it with a low voice, curious and amused.]

So wet so quickly...should I be flattered, or has it a long time, I wonder...?

[She nips her ear lobe, lightly worrying it between her teeth.]

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