WEEK 4 - VENUS FLYTRAP

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Another week dawned.

But after the events at the trial, more than a few people would have wanted for time to stop still.

In this game, even unshakable loyalties....could be broken.🗈

If that were the case, then what was stopping even more horrible crimes from happening this thursday night?
And they knew they could do nothing to stop it from happening.

...Still, they had to continue the game, until one or both of the Witches admitted defeat, or the game itself came to a close.

Yet, they also felt as if something might change. Some big reveal felt as if it was just around the corner....but for now, it seemed as if they had to play the waiting game.

No matter how awful that felt.

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Comments

[goldenmaniac]

[okay that's creepy.

Can you win a staring contest with a demon? Let's find out]

[beguiledcard]

[ . . .

. . . You sure can, and this one looks determined to fuckin' win it now. ]

[goldenmaniac]

[Takumi let's his eyes go half lidded, so there's less exposed eye to dry out.

Bring it, yo]

[beguiledcard]

[ OH IT'S ON!!!

He's even letting an almost lazy grin (read: Joker grin time) spread over his lips as he casually leans to rest his chin on one hand. ]

[goldenmaniac]

[That smile is familiar. He remembers it from the second trial. It's "Akira" enough that Takumi shivers, but not with interest.

More like horror. Still, he fights to keep focused]

[beguiledcard]

[ who the hell's Akira

If Takumi doesn't lose first, this guy's just letting out a laugh and winking at him before waving a hand. And even if Takumi does blink first? ]

You win.

[goldenmaniac]

[Takumi won. But as he rubs his sore eyes his hands come away damp. He must have irritated them. That's it, right?]

It's more fun when you don't give up.

[beguiledcard]

[ . . . ? ? ? ]

We didn't hold it that long, did we?

[ There's a grim kind of smirk. ]

And just what had you so invested in our little contest?