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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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[Acknowledging the giggling stake, probably.]
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[But there are a lot of cliches here.]
If we think Riku was writing Sora's name, why would he be writing the name of someone who isn't here? That's a strange thing to expend your energy on, at the verge of death.
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[In which case, the writing itself could be a red herring, but it's still worth pursuing.]
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[They have names, and apologies, and all manner of things, but nothing definitive yet, after all.]
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[She takes a moment to think about that. People do all kinds of strange things when they're dying, but it seems so... mundane?]
Why would he need to apologize to us?
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[ Which his head lowers as he says that. It's okay. this is okay... ]
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He did tell me his ultimate goal was to find a way to get everyone's powers back, and then to help get everyone out of here.
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[Just saiyan.]
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[Jack, some people would just leave a note??]