CITRINE

[dramatispersonae]

[As the game begins, each team finds themselves standing in a small ring of stones. The crystal pillar rests in the center of the circle, easily within sight and hearing of everything that will be going on. You can leave and see the other columns if you like, but once the game has started you can't see what the other teams are doing.

Also present is a small wrought-iron table, on which a curious mechanical swan rests. There's a glass panel set into its back, under which you can see a corroded key. The swan seems to be completely lifeless.]

Comments

[toolate]

[shrieks, shooting -- but, despite shooting at riku, reality seems to stutter, and the shot manages to graze drift.

she, however, hits the ground, just like that. but she still seems to be alive. she whimpers.]

But . . . I'm--!

[toolate]

[wow that hurt but

kind of

going to help her up :Da]

[inherited]

Something that isn't real. ... A fake, or even more than that. Drift isn't yours to kill, either way.

[annnnnnd then Riku swipes down to deliver the final blow, yayyyyy]

[toolate]

[cries out for help as she starts to crack and crumble, as if she were stone, then sand, and then -- there is nothing but darkness that sinks into the ground.]

[toolate]

[ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]