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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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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.]

[ She moans deeply around 80H's fingers, almost falling entirely against her now - she's still holding herself up, but just barely. Her thoughts fog up and as she expected it's hard to even focus on keeping herself together, especially once the pace picks up, and especially when 80H speaks, her mouth upon her ear. She pulls her own mouth off of the other woman's fingers to respond, voice as quivering and shaky as she is. ]

H-ha, can't it be both? Well, maybe you shouldn't flatter yourself too much. It is true that physical reactions are just that - when someone is starving, they'd eat anything just to stave off the hunger. But I've this particular ignored hunger for, well, decades. Since twenty one's time? Or maybe twenty's, haha! It's actually hard to remember, but that'd put it about a century back. This is all to say that my body certainly will react to you, and my brain will follow suit: that's what its function is, of course. But we are conscious for a reason, because despite the inefficiencies that may bring, it does allow us to tune out incidential data that a creature that does not think wouldn't be able to.

Do you - mmn - understand? Consciousness is a secondary informational filter: the brain filters out most of what it processes, the things found unnecessary or inconvenient to achieve the goal of survival. This allows consciousness to focus on figuring out what data it believes is unnecessary, so as to prevent the body from acting on extraneous stimuli. Inefficient, but a valuable survival tool in certain conditions. And very easily abusable - if you can simply know the world is nothing more than data, and understand that data is easily manipulable, ephemeral, unreal until it is presented undeniably to your ego - you can force your body to do anything you wish so long as it has the functionality to do so.

What I'm saying, Merlot, is that despite whatever state I may be in, and however good at pleasing your partners you may be, victory cannot be claimed until the battle has been won. And of course, the battle isn't won until victory has come. Ha!

[

Oh for goodness sake. That is a lot? That is so much. And it's not that she does not know or understand it, but really.]

There was hardly a need for all that, Ms Gin.

[And her fingers nearly pull all the way out before driving themselves back in. Hard. As though in punishment, from then on, she does not stop her rhythm, hard and unforgiving.]

H-hahaaafuck -- !

[ She tries to continue talking, but the words are lost in her moans and whines. Lines of thought terminate in cries of "Merlot" and muddled laughter, and she realizes that she's definitely lost at this point. It's still valuable data, of course - next time she'll get further.

And there's no point in not going as far as she can, so she focuses once more, stopping the impulses, opening her mouth - ]

There obviously was a need! You still don't really seem to understand. Well, I suppose it might be beyond someone like you in a situation like this. No, you're the type that would rather me say sultry, degrading things, aren't you? Ah, that's a bit hard though, since I always found things like that altogether a bit too harsh, and you're not doing anything I can think of that would be particularly worthwhile to denigrate. Oh! But if I recall our initial encounter correctly, I think there's an equal chance that you're of the tail-wagging type. Let's see...

[ And then she straightens herself just enough to touch her forehead to the other woman's one hand moving to the back of her head to...

pet her. ]

You're suuuch a good girl, aren't you? You're - ah - soooo good at this, I feel so good! If you keep it up I'll give you a treat, okay?

[At any other time, the praise might affect her in predictable fashion. It would embarrass her. She would relish it.

But Victory is only doing it as part of an experiment--an exceedingly poor one, after all, Amane, as the subject should not know such pertinent details, it will only compromise the data--and it may have been some time, but she is the puppetress and ill-content to dance on another's strings, barring exceptions.

Honestly.

Her voice is very even when she speaks.]

That is poor method.

[If it is possible, her fingers move even faster, clearly punitive. She will not stop until she comes.]

Y-yes, of course. It's hardly a formal experiment, after all! I'm simply trying to navigate a fraught situation, and I just thought that the dirty talk the kids these days are into might - might spice things up. I...I -- nn -- of course, I'm not very good at it - lack of practice, for obvious reasons. I should think - I should - Merlot -- that is, you ought to...understand...y-you --

[ Ah.

There it is. The fleeting cessation of her stream of consciousness, and of her ability to even continue nonsensically and unthinking on autopilot - her whole body tenses and she comes with a loud and trilled moan, falling flat against 80H. Her walls clench rhythmically around the fingers inside of her, her body trembling with...well, pleasure, but also laughter. She's not entirely sure why, and she's not in the frame of mind to analyze it. Or really even think, at all. For once, everything is quiet. ]

[80H grabs her when Victory falls, holding her around her waist and to her body as she slowly removes her fingers from inside her and licks them clean.]

[ Victory's laughter tapers off as her orgasm does, and there's a moment of silence and enjoying the warmth of being held before she starts up again, muffled into 80H's shoulder: ]

Ah, but you really did do an amazing job. I would never sully the concept of praise by doing so insincerely. I'd rate this one of the most enjoyable experiences I've had in a very long time.

You have had many terrible experiences, however.

[she will suddenly princess carry victory and lay her on her bed]

[ kyaaa. she just sort of basks in it ]

Must I have had only good ones to compliment you? In the first place, enjoyment isn't quantifiable, but beyond that even if it were the absolute value of such a thing has very little relation to what you've done for me, specifically.

Well, nonetheless. I'll just have to have as good a time as possible here so that you can't use that excuse in the future.

It is not an excuse, but I suppose it hardly matters. You will do as you will, I expect.

Now you're catching on!

[ she sits up, reaching for 80H's wrist ]

Come here, come here. I want to see if the sounds you make are as cute as you are.

You do not have to do anything for me.

[but she will come closer all the same.

god victory is Something.]

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