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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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H... ha... that was fun. I think I got a lot... you guys have fun while I take a little... break.
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[She at least makes the two Red Truths disappear from him as he takes his break, though.]
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Riku was stabbed before he was shot! That's why he had time to write on the door with his own blood!
[Can he try to help with that lance, or is this going to backfire?]
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H-Hey...! I was already removing the lance and konpeito, geez!
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[Speak for yourself, Asuma.]
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Well... I wouldn't have expected anything less from you.
[ Prolly the closest you'll ever get to a compliment from him, lbr. ]
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Don't think I'm done. Come from behind wins are always more exciting. You better take advantage of any opening though.
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[ Standing up. ]
You can count on it. I definitely don't intend to lose.
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