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thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
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MOCK WEEK - WEEK 1 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 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 Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly 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, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly 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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He's in that bodysuit he was wearing on day one, so that'll serve as a clue towards who this is, but...
Boy does he not look happy...
Or sound it. ]
Is this some kind of joke?
[ At least he's managed to keep his voice and expression steady, there? Anyway, give him a moment, he'll get in on the conversations after... uh... yeah. ]
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[Says the woman who probably deadeyed her own outfit before ignoring it entirely.
It's all sentimental bullshit, is what it is.]
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Yeah... Anything to entertain her, right?
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[She may be low-key salty about this.
But very low-key. More importantly:]
You've changed your colors, Vanitas.
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More like, I went back to them. This is what I looked like before the extraction.
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[She's going to take a mild guess here.]
That is quite a difference.
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Yeah...
[ And he veeeery clearly hates it, if the look he shoots his reflection again is any indicator. ]
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He does a quick head count, assigning names to everyone else before he settles on the last one unaccounted for.]
Vanitas?
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[ BUT, AGAIN, NOT SOUNDING HAPPY... ]
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Why do you look so different?
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... then, sighing. ]
This is what I originally looked like.
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Huh?
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This is the form of Ventus - my other half.
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I think I like the other look better.
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Huh?
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[ hehe ]
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... Probably nearly everyone in this room who isn't Vanitas. ]
What does blond hair have to do with fun?
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[ Though he'll reach over to try to mess with his hair. ]
Maybe if it's a different style?
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Pretty sure this is beyond repair.
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Do you prefer wearing your helmet?
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Yes, but that's beside the point here.
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This isn't my face.
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[Look at Bruno. You could have been a lot worse.]
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It's-... [ grumbling ] ... nothing important.