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thefoundation2019-03-30 10:41 am
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WEEK 1 TRIAL
It was noon on Saturday.
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 another, much larger world...🗈
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 another, much larger world...🗈
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel. The audience was full of people with Goat Heads...like some kind of bizzare trial proceedings.
The Witch - Yuuko - was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling in her mysterious way at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...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.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
The Witch - Yuuko - was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling in her mysterious way at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...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.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?

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There is also a cigarette in her mouth for some reason.
...There is a brief pause before Gebura pulls the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing out a large puff of smoke as she does so.]
What the hell is this.
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[She shakes off her brief reverie at the sheer aesthetic of that outfit.]
Uh, I mean, is that a weird look for you? Because it kind of works.
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That's.
Yeah.
I'm gonna stop talking now.
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[Says the guy who still hasn't realized he has a robot head.]
Can I touch it? I gotta make sure this isn't a hologram or anything.
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[But yes, physical contact shows... It sure is real human flesh! And her size actually matches up!]
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[So he pokes her face.] Huh. This is... Impressive. I dunno how they got us in here, but their programming skills are bloody fantastic.
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[Hahaha haha ha.]
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It's probably something to do with our inner selves, or true selves. or self-image, or something else ridiculous like that.
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[She doesn't seem intent on elaborating on that, however.]
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[Apparently with all the scars and titles gone she just looks fresher??]
Does that mean your robot form looks newer, too?
[Unsure if she's still a robot under there. He's going to come flapflapping over to wave his skeleton arm near her head.]