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thefoundation2019-02-23 11:42 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-02-23 11:42 am
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MOCK ROUND - WEEK 2 TRIAL
It was noon on Friday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards the world they'd experienced once before. 🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards the world they'd experienced once before. 🗈
Perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Their forms, just like before, were different now. This was less shocking than it was last time, and yet...
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Only this time....this was the last time they would be competing. This was the final week...and the final chance they had at securing their wishes - while denying someone theirs.
...Just a little more to go.
Their forms, just like before, were different now. This was less shocking than it was last time, and yet...
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Only this time....this was the last time they would be competing. This was the final week...and the final chance they had at securing their wishes - while denying someone theirs.
...Just a little more to go.
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[Silver forms what looks like a crescent from his psychic energy. It seems to be pretty difficult for him, and he lets it vanish as soon as Asuma gets a good look at it] Ah... Phew. That's about all I can do... Anything more complicated than that and I really start floundering.
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What type of damage do they usually do? The constructs, I mean.
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[Silver forms a shapeless mass of psychic energy, and concentrates very hard — it wiggles and squirms. Silver begins to sweat as he tries to form it into small jaws... he gets about as far as a weird pac-man shape before blood starts dripping out of his nose. He falls to his knees and the construct disappears. He presses his hand against his nose]
I... can’t. Sorry...
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Sorry, that's enough! Thank you for trying, Silver.
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[He finds a tissue nearby and plugs his nose with it, then gives a shaky thumbs up ]