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thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
foundationmods) wrote in 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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But after that moment of pain, she just giggles.]
You really are a cute kid, huh...don't worry. I've been through way more than just a single denial dart. It just kinda felt like when you got a shot, you know?
...Oh, but even if he was killed by a gun, can you really say that I didn't use magic to pull the trigger?
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But he has to keep going, right?]
So, does that mean you're changing your story?
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After all, there's metaphors for everything, right?
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[narrator: he didn't get it]
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[Someone has no compunctions about poking more holes, if needed and possible.]
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[She doesn't seem especially put off about it. There's a pause as she considers that.]
But that confirms that none of us have our abilities, I suppose.
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Oh wait, except then it wouldn't be a Mystery, would it?
Here, I'll specify.
Supernatural help means that it's not a Mystery, but a Fantasy. Since I'm a Witch, I naturally classify as 'supernatural.' So if I helped the culprit, that would make this whole thing a Fantasy.
Sure you wanna keep going down this line of thought? *giggle*
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