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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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[ 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.]

[ she pulls her then, into her lap, where she nuzzles again against her forehead. ]

This may surprise you, but I'm not really the type of person to do only what I must. I do everything I can, because I want to.

[she stops herself from getting into her lap, just shy of it.]

One moment. I weigh...quite a bit more than I seem.

I'm not quite sure I see the problem. I may not be a combatant, but I am military grade. In her name, and all that.

Very well, then. I simply did not wish to crush you.

[she says with a little embarrassment.]

Ha! I can't say I'd complain if you did.

...That would be a bad thing, Ms Gin.

No, it would be a new experience! I'm easily fixable, anyway.

...I am not going to crush you as a new experience.

We did establish that already, yes.

I just want to be clear.

[but she takes up residence upon her lap while trying to remove more of her clothes.]

[ she chuckles, leaning in to nip gently at her neck. ]

Of course, of course. Ah, you really are beautiful. A masterwork, if I do say so myself!

[ one of her hands drops to 80H's midriff, trailing a line downward with a finger. ]

I ought to dissect you and see what's inside, I think.

[80H is not content to remain idle, however and starts to palm Victory's breast, rolling her thumb against the nipple.]

It is a secret, I am afraid.

[ She squeaks at the touch, and moves to start working 80H's leotard down, leaving her exposed. ]

Oh! Well, an interrogation it is, then. Perhaps with you bent over the examination table? You probably look even cuter when you're all filled up, huh?

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

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