thefoundation | MOCK WEEK

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...🗈

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?

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[Takashi is still. Deadly still, staring down at the table and taking short breaths through his nose.

...before pulling the gun he still had and standing up. I'm sure he has no ill intentions what so ever]

[Oh. Um, that's bad, probably.

Asuma's not really in any position to do anything but watch helplessly though.]

Do you think the gun will work on the witch?

[Just idle curiosity while she's stood here holding the whole bowl of Vorenitas: Candy Crush Saga.]

No way in hell.

[If his fists couldn't hit her he knows a weapon he doesn't really know how to use would be pointless. But that doesn't seem to be discouraging him]

Then what will you do?

[She seems vaguely interested.]

I told her she'd pay if she did it, and I don't make threats lightly. Even if I can't win I have to play it out- it's on principle.

So, your wish is to make good on your threats to the witch?

[The phrasing is very deliberate.]

She took something I had a claim on- even if it's just for the weekend. I can't allow that-!

And what was your claim?

[That... actually makes him pause, flustered]

I... hm...

You do have one, don't you?

[Prod. Prod.]

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What are you going to do then?

[It's dull, there's not a lot she could add to all of this.]

Ruin her fucking weekend, that's what.

[Oh it's a manly pride thing, right. Sigh.]

... Even if you managed that, she'd just teleport away. That's how witches are.

If I don't, then when Vanitas comes back, if he does, how am I supposed to call myself someone worth teaching anything?

[He snarls... though it's funny- before he always told his kids not to pick a fight unless you know you'll win. But having a foe he has no chance against just digs into him in a way he's never had to deal with before]