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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[dramatispersonae]

[ HOLDS THE STAR OUT WITH ONE ... HAND...

he is superhot though, so it is probably . . . well, it will be a challenge to take the star and not get ker-burned. ]

[steampunked]

Ah . . .

This looks dangerous.

[brotagonist]

Yeah. Can you just toss it this way? We're not good with fire.

[dramatispersonae]

⋄

[steampunked]

. . . let's not risk it.

[taking the skull and getting a bit closer . . .]

[brotagonist]

[WARY!!]

If you get your hand burned off I'm gonna kill you. You could put the star down and move back, heat guy. We'd put the skull down, both of us circle around and grab the other thing.

[dramatispersonae]

? ? %? µ ¬ ≈å

[steampunked]

. . . uh. I think he's confused.

[brotagonist]

[makes PUT IT DOWN ON THE GROUND motions at the heat guy]

[dramatispersonae]

[ bends down!

puts a 'hand' on the ground!

. . . makes a pretty sizable dent . . . ]

[steampunked]

[. . . okay. well.]

I . . . guess I'll have to use telekinesis again.

[brotagonist]

D'you have enough? I could just try to hit it with my sword.

[steampunked]

No hitting it. Your sword'll probably melt.

[slowly floating the skull over . . . lightly tugging at the star at the same time.]

[dramatispersonae]

[ EXPLOSION 8D ]

[steampunked]

[well that sucked. that really sucked.]

. . . fuck you, buddy . . .

[brotagonist]

[I GUESS WE WERE SENT FLYING]

[HOW DRAMATIC!!]

[dramatispersonae]

[ SOMETHING SMALL AND MARBLY IS HITTING YOU BOTH IN THE FOREHEAD.

like a marble sized afterthought of debris. ]

[steampunked]

[c ... clunk.

after a moment of contemplating whether to ever move again, picking that up.]

. . . oh . . .

[brotagonist]

[did you seriously just chuck our materia at our heads.]

[dramatispersonae]

[ no it is a CLEAR MATERIA LOOKING THING.

kind of dull looking :(a it's missing something ... ]

[steampunked]

. . . huh. That's not right.

[sitting up and blearily looking around for heat wave guy.]

[dramatispersonae]

[ he's not here anymore . . . ]

[brotagonist]

[what do our surroundings look like...]

[dramatispersonae]

[ THE SAME AS BEFORE just a bit more exploded. Oh all the flowers forrrr milesss have been knocked down. So you can see the black room you came from and off in the other direction is a white cube '-' and then in yet another direction is a green cube '-'

also the drums have stopped . . . ]

[steampunked]

. . . more cubes.

[heaves a sigh and flops onto her back briefly.] I am sleeping for a fucking year after this.