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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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Guess training's been put on hold.
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Like hell I'd come back weak. Keep talking like that and I'll just have to kick your ass extra hard, next time.
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Anyway, I'd be surprised if you wanted to train me in anything after all this.
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You stabbed a guy two times and executed him with a shot to the head and almost got away with it. Why wouldn't I?
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After mocking him.
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[What, did you expect him to feel bad for Riku? He doesn't even exactly feel bad for Vanitas: he's more pissed cuz that's his investment.]
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He's smirking. ]
I wanted him as riled up as possible... So he'd fight me with everything he had in him.
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[Vanitas doesn't seem hurt- was Riku a shitty fighter? He looked strong so that's disappointing]
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Yeah.
[ And then there's a pause as he gives a small, wry sort of smile. ]
Thing is, I had the advantage of two days' worth of planning.
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[At least to a degree]
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Do you?
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Not at all - [ defiant grin! ] - old man.
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[Smirks]
Just make sure you reach 'old' too, got it?
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