Amethyst

[dramatispersonae]

[There is a circular table with seven chairs lined around it. In the center of the table, there is a bowl with fire burning pleasantly inside it. It seems to be the only source of light in the room. The flames flash upon a few items spread across the table: A spool of black thread, a worn though plenty sharp knife, a wooden cup with a faint coopery smell, and a saucer of seven smooth, black stones.]

Comments

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

The voice is quiet and distant as it calls out from the darkness, "I will take one of you. You may choose whom. If you take too long . . . I will choose for you."

Re: Choice

[identityformations]

[dry]

Oh, lovely.

Re: Choice

[yourpeacock]

I'm going.

Re: Choice

[identityformations]

And leading us without a leader for whatever comes next?

Re: Choice

[yourpeacock]

I'm not giving up any of you. You've played games without me before.

Re: Choice

[featherfetch]

Everyone looks to you, Sky-san. I will go instead.

Re: Choice

[identityformations]

Sure, but you still come in handy. Practically speaking, if the rest of us are going to need to handle further bullshit, especially if it's life or death decisions, we'll want you around.

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

Who do you choose?

Re: Answer

[yourpeacock]

Paleon.

Re: Answer

[identityformations]

All right, let's do this.

Re: Answer

[dramatispersonae]

The dark pauses, considering for a moment, before rising up and blanketing him. It swiftly sinks down into nothing.

Re: Answer

[yourpeacock]

[I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS]

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

Seven cards fly out from the flames before settling gently in front of a chair. They each have a word scrawled on them in black ink: Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, and Humility.

"You must choose once more . . . When you have selected a card, throw it into the flame . . . "

Re: Choice

[yourpeacock]

Three, are we choosing what is important or what isn't?

Re: Choice

[dramatispersonae]

"Importance . . . ? If that's the choice that you wish to make . . . "

Re: Choice

[yourpeacock]

Since I am setting it on fire, I'd rather choose the least important one. But this is about what you want.

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

Which card do you choose?

Re: Answer

[yourpeacock]

[throws Temperance into the flame]

Re: Answer

[dramatispersonae]

The fire crackles as it burns away the card. After a moment, Diligence comes fluttering out.

Re: Answer

[yourpeacock]

... okay?

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

The voice calls out from the dark once more, "This is your last choice. I have taken one of yours . . . What will you do to reclaim them? Will you give up a limb? A sense . . . ? Or will you suffer an injury? Or will you face even death to have them once more . . . ? When you have chosen, speak into the flames."

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

What will you do?

Re: Answer

[yourpeacock]

I will kindly ask you to return him.

Re: Choice

[featherfetch]

. . .Sky-san. . .

Re: Choice

[yourpeacock]

What? We're not getting hurt over this if we can help it.