Carnelian & Iolite & Thorn

[dramatispersonae]

[You're in a grand circular room, the walls and floor and ceiling all made of mirrors. A small incense pot hangs underneath a hole in the middle of the ceiling; the smoke from it smells sweet and strange, with overtones of decay, and makes you feel a little queasy. Overall, it may be quite familiar to a few of you who were present for a certain game in Camelot…]

[As you absorb this, a small, dark stone rolls through the hole in the ceiling and lands in the basket . . . and the whole room moves down a little under your feet.]

[You feel s͠o̧m҉ethin͜g small and alien shift under your flesh in response -- in your arm or your leg or perhaps your chest. There’s no pain (yet), just a heavy numbness where it’s embedded inside you . . .]

Comments

ROUND 1

[dramatispersonae]

DISCUSSION

[dramatispersonae]

Re: DISCUSSION

[noramennolife]

[well I wasn't present but I can smell a bad game at this point in aather life, thank you. just... standing near the basket, looking at his arm and waiting for the others


maybe no one will come. that'd be better.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[arosefromhercoffin]

Oh dear. ['^']

Re: DISCUSSION

[noramennolife]

[/o\]

Anthy... Er, this game is kinda... not what you guys are used to, right?

Re: DISCUSSION

[chooseyourpath]

[lol]

Re: DISCUSSION

[noramennolife]

Stardust is here too...

Re: DISCUSSION

[shipwithwings]

If we go too low, I could bite your arm off for you, if you'd rather.

Re: DISCUSSION

[noramennolife]

Eh, better not do that, you know? Kurama'd mock me for months if I couldn't bear with this little thing.

Re: DISCUSSION

[shipwithwings]

[SCREECHING]

Re: DISCUSSION

[chooseyourpath]

[WHAT IS THAT...UMMM...]

This isn't a game, is it?

Re: DISCUSSION

[arosefromhercoffin]

It seems to be a game! I suppose we should decide how to distribute stones...? And a stone to remove, as well.

Re: DISCUSSION

[shipwithwings]

It is a game, a game she has done before. A terrible game by a terrible creature, who changes her own rules at every whim.

ANSWER

[dramatispersonae]

Re: ANSWER

[shipwithwings]

Two weights for Citrine, two weights for Sapphire, a weight for Amethyst.

Remove a weight from Iolite.

RESULT

[dramatispersonae]

[The par҉͜a͟s͘i̢̡t͜͝e̶͟ in you wriggles, disquieting as your room creaks down ever so slightly. Check the spot where it’s buried and you’ll find a dark, slowly-spreading stain creeping over your skin . . . did it do that last time this game happened? How strange.

The mirrors in your room suddenly become transparent and you are able to see through them and look out at the other teams, though you can’t hear each other.]

ROUND 2

[dramatispersonae]

DISCUSSION

[dramatispersonae]

Re: DISCUSSION

[shipwithwings]

[SNARLS AT THE MIRRORS]

Re: DISCUSSION

[noramennolife]

[snarling is a thing. punches the transparent mirror in front of him in frustration]

You... What's the point of all this?!

Re: DISCUSSION

[shipwithwings]

Those teams, they had parts broken of their rooms. I have changed my mind, I think we should smash all of our walls. I can fly, I can carry us.

If we fall, we are more likely than not going to fall anyways next round.

Re: DISCUSSION

[arosefromhercoffin]

[touches the dark stain with apparent fascination] Oh.

ANSWER

[dramatispersonae]

Re: ANSWER

[shipwithwings]

[Naruto clones and Obsidian are flinging themselves at the glass to break it, while the others focus on a successful escape through their keys]

[FLYING > FALLING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH]

RESULT

[dramatispersonae]

[Hopefully you all manage to find your seatbelts in time, because the ride is just about to get started! With Naruto's clones attacking the mirrors with their collective might, splintering cracks form...and in no time at all the mirrors -- and the rest of the room -- shatter. Fortunately all of you are on Obsidian's back, or are actually Obsidian, and can fly to safety.]

[Except...]

[Whatever is inside you seems to grow sluggish and heavy, and there’s a sense of it growing weak, shrinking inside you, the numbness around it fading. Perhaps, in another minute or two, if you focus, you can remove it from yourselves safely without further harm --

But then your room drops, a hard, jarring movement that interrupts your concentration, and you all feel a vicious pain instead: the parasites are still dying inside you, but they’ve gone into violent death throes. Their shadowy s̛͠p͏i̴̡͜ke̷s͝ ҉and̴͝͞ ͠҉f̸͝͡l̀̀a̕͝ń͜g͜͡e̶s͡͠ punch through your skin in several places before they shrivel and fade, leaving you with ragged and bleeding wounds.

You are able to look look out at the other teams for a brief moment, and the light from Kunzite's seems to ease your pain as you slowly go down, down, down into t̼̣̬͈̱̤͊͂͐ͭͅh͓͖̼̖͓̣̬̯̤̆̆̇͛̍̊̍̚e̩͓̳̙̺ͪͭ ̙̰ͥ̍ͩd̯̜̬̹ͨ́ͬ̅a̮͍͉͒́͑͂͌r̺̬̜͗̑͌̊͑̋k̞̹̃ͩ͂͒ͩ͛ͅ.]