Sterling + Onyx 1

[dramatispersonae]

Through the doors, you find yourselves in a small circular room that seems to be decorated much in the same way as the ring is decorated today. The curtains are in alternating colors of your teams, and in the center stand are three surprisingly lifelike, but faceless sculptures. They stand with their backs to one another, facing out to the chairs. About each of their necks is a cord that holds a sign written in a fine, looping cursive.

Comments

[prosight]

What do you mean by react badly?

[antreegonist]

Choking, burning, threatening to expose information we didn't want exposed. She's something of a bully.

[prosight]

Got it . . .

[antreegonist]

*tsks after he's done questioning*

'That'll be dealt with,' huh. We'd better decide quick.

[prosight]

What happened could be punishment in itself. I don't see why we have to open old wounds, but I don't want any of us getting hurt, either.

[shaking her head] What do you want to do?

[antreegonist]

Something mild. We have to be in agreement for it to count, anyway . . . I don't think we want to injure anyone. Not to mention the crimes we got aren't worth that sort of thing.

[prosight]

And if she does something? Because we're not playing how she wants to?

[antreegonist]

Do you want to play as maliciously as she wants us to play, at the expense of the teams?

[prosight]

No! But that doesn't mean—!

[prosight]

But we still have a choice even if we're being forced. So, I want to make the right one.

[antreegonist]

*glances at the ceiling and then back to her, the set of his shoulders relaxing slightly*

Appropriate but not damaging?

[prosight]

[shaking her head]

A slap on the wrist is enough.

[antreegonist]

...

[prosight]

[ssshrug]

It isn't right. Punishing anyone like this. That's where we're at.

[reknight]

Would you rather have your strings pulled?

[prosight]

I'm not going to choose to hurt anyone! I'm trying to figure something out—!

[reknight]

Which is what, exactly?

[prosight]

What I want to do.