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dramatispersonae) wrote2012-12-14 05:41 pm
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CITRINE
You're standing together on what seems to be the main street of a small village, paved with cobblestones, with low buildings standing silent on either side. If you look in any of them, you'll find them dark and empty.
In contrast to the Ring, it's rather chilly. The sky is slate-grey, and it seems like there's snow falling, blanketing you and the village in pure white. On closer inspection, the snow turns out to be ash – but the bleaching is literal. Even when you brush it off, your skin, your hair, your clothes, and your keys remain ash-coloured.
A single, feeble light flickers further down the street.
In contrast to the Ring, it's rather chilly. The sky is slate-grey, and it seems like there's snow falling, blanketing you and the village in pure white. On closer inspection, the snow turns out to be ash – but the bleaching is literal. Even when you brush it off, your skin, your hair, your clothes, and your keys remain ash-coloured.
A single, feeble light flickers further down the street.
round three
“While her body is strengthened and warmed, there is the last thing. Through the left door, you may give her strength, by exchanging it for her weakness. Through the middle, you may give her this with your mind. Through the right door, with your heart. This will be your most difficult task. Choose wisely.”
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Whatever this is, I bet it's permanent. What do you guys think?
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You already know my answer. Short of death and losing memories or parts of my personality, I'm fine with everything.
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... I'm pretty messed up anyway.
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[his voice quavered when he said that part with the stump]
decision
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You are aware that when you pick up the sword, you will be trapped in a repeated feedback loop of your worst memory (or memories), over and over. If you do not have any particularly bad memories, you will experience one of being burned alive. This will not end until after the game.
Only one of you has to do this.
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ever.
Riku walks toward the sword and takes it, though, and gets a feedback loop of being possessed by Ansem, of fighting Sora, of hurting him, over and over and over again ...]
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The sword vanishes. Another match appears, and this time the little girl is the one to pick it up and strike it. Her basket is now empty.
The back wall crumbles, revealing the open village gate beyond. The village is bright now, bustling.
But you're going back to do another door.
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You are aware that when you pick up the sword, you will be compelled to run yourself through the heart with it, and then twist the blade. You will not die or lose consciousness, but you will feel all the pain associated with this, and you will not be healed until after the game.
Only one of you has to do this.
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And now there is hesitation, because even if he knows he won't die, all logic says THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU RUN YOURSELF THROUGH THE HEART WITH A SWORD.
But eventually going to pick up the sword and do the task, twisting the blade and screaming at the pain now because holy shit ]
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I thought you were stronger than that.
over and over
then he's turning sharply to do another door, yes]
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These guys are seriously annoying.
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You are aware that when you pick up the sword, you will experience absolute despair and loneliness. Any defenses you have against this – such as enjoying negative feelings, or being unable to feel very much in the first place – will be battered down completely. This effect will not end until after the game.
Only one of you has to do this.
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[his voice is shaky as he heads toward the sword without much conviction.
and takes it]
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Another flame figure – an old woman – is coming up the road beyond the village gate.
The girl takes off running past you, straight into the old woman's arms. They embrace, then both turn to you as the scene fades . . . you hear a faint, crackling 'thank you.'
And you find yourselves at endgame.