GOOD CHOICES.

[dramatispersonae]

[ You are in a black room.

Like, a 12x12 foot room. With black walls. And a black floor. And a black ceiling. ]

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[steampunked]

[...


giggles.]

Wow. We should see what's in the other ones. Maybe we'll get an ... arm collection ...

[brotagonist]

I bet it's all different parts of something's body... ew.

[dramatispersonae]

[ FEELS LIKE JELLY.

except for how it twitches a bit when picked up.

Also did you take your eyes off mr heatwave man cos . . . ]

[steampunked]

That is fairly nasty.

[scree gosh I guess we did. But if he has moved I will notice when I look up. Like now.]

[brotagonist]

[COS WHAT, NARRATOR!!!]

[dramatispersonae]

[ COS YOUR FACE

Also two cauldrons down Mr Heatwave sure is lifting the lid off and pulling out a skull. ]

[steampunked]

[uhm. okay I guess now it might be time to talk to that dude.]

. . . hey? Excuse me?

[brotagonist]

[helpfully:]

Hi.

[dramatispersonae]

[ THE DRUMMING GETS LOUDER

And he waves at you

And then rippling away from him sure is a sorching hot wave of superheated air.

I suggest moving out of its path :|a today is a day for dodgerolls everywhere. ]

[steampunked]

[ohfuck. I AM NOT EXACTLY TRAINED IN THE WAYS OF DODGEROLL but I guess I will do my level best anyway. Diving out of the way!]

— rude.

[brotagonist]

[I am better at dodgerolling and attempting to cover for KK's inadequacies]

Hey! Point that somewhere else!

[dramatispersonae]

[ the ground around him is . . . well, rotting? molding? It's certainly deteriorating. And spreading away from him . . . kind of like a stain. A stain that eats at everything. ]

[steampunked]

[yeaaaaah grabbing Lloyd's arm and making sure we are way back from that.]

Seems like we pissed him off.

[brotagonist]

[I still have this... arm...]

Uhhh... are you the one putting green people in pots?

[dramatispersonae]

[ he just makes a beckoning gesture and the rot/stain/whatever sure spreads faster. When it reaches a cauldron the whole thing turns to rust. ]

[steampunked]

[okay. right. crisis management.]

[uh.]

Uh. Should we be rescuing the stuff that's in those cauldrons before he gets to it?

[brotagonist]

I think yeah.

[MAKING FOR ONE!]

[dramatispersonae]

[ ARE YOU FASTER THAN ROT, also the lid sure is heavy again. But how are you guys going to do this?? The dude is sort of moseying along, spreading his corruption . . . ]

[steampunked]

[well I am a cheater. A few controlled explosions are happening around the bottoms of each cauldron with the intent to push them over so the heaviness of the lid becomes not so much of a problem.]

[dramatispersonae]

[ WELL YOUR CHEATING IS HELPING

you sure do now have another arm and a leg and a torso laying on the ground. ]

[brotagonist]

[I'M GRABBING THOSE AND I AM PRETTY QUICK ABOUT IT]

[WHY DO ALL OUR DATES TURN INTO CORPSE DATES!!]

[steampunked]

[I DON'T KNOW, BUT I AM GLAD YOU ARE ON THE BALL WITH THAT, BECAUSE THE EFFORT OF DOING THAT HAS PRETTY MUCH MADE ME STAGGER SIDEWAYS! fuck the powercap rrrrrr.]

Now what the fuck do we do?!

[dramatispersonae]

[ YOU SHOULD DO SOMETHING BECAUSE HE SURE IS GOING TO BURN YOU ALIVE IF YOU DON'T.

i mean, he is casually flicking waves of superheated air at you. Both of yous. How's your dodging now ... ]

[brotagonist]

[my dodging is slightly impaired by this baggage! getting a nice sunburn at least on his exposed skin :'D]

Run!

[steampunked]

[oh no my dodging is bad at the best of times!]

Shit shit shit shit shit — [manages to get out of the way in time to not actually get burned alive, but definitely gets a glanced blow of air to the shoulder as she dodges, which she takes with just a strangled yelp and continues hurriedly getting out of the way.

While, you know, getting rid of the jacket that is probably now on fire.]