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Carnelian & Iolite & Thorn

[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 . . .]

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[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.]

Edited 2015-06-14 00:18 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2015-06-14 03:01 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2015-06-13 22:06 (UTC)