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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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[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]
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[She seems vaguely interested.]
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[The phrasing is very deliberate.]
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I... hm...
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[Prod. Prod.]
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[That seems to be his M.O. as of the moment, after all.]
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Vanitas isn't my kid...
[He frowns, unsure]
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[PLS CONFIRM ANSWER.]
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[She was not aware of the summoning clause.
Demon families are even weirder than robot families.]
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[Does that mean he adopted Vanitas. Is that how this works?]
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[It's dull, there's not a lot she could add to all of this.]
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... Even if you managed that, she'd just teleport away. That's how witches are.
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[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]
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[She just blinks at him. Because what?]
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[More like they just threw hands for a while but still]
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[so good he killed a guy, she cannot argue that.]
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