[ isabel is doing better!!! charles is less murderous!!!
this answer from amame actually fucking sucks!!!
none of this is real. well. in terms of people being here. he thinks. he's, like, not entirely clear on what's happening and how this is happening or what-have-you but he has enough sense to realize this probably isn't amame. then again, it's a good mimic of her consciousness, and for a moment it almost feels exactly like it was hours (days, weeks, now) when he was sitting on a cold chair and a wall of glass was between them. so it's with agitation that he says: ]
No. You can't keep trying to fix everything yourself. You saw what happened last time! You and Dad--[ he just kind of abruptly stops and exhales harshly. ] You can't. It's my turn.
[ Isabel takes another win, nice four-kind! You CAN feel proud of yourself. In fact, +1 PE. Me like is this the first PE you've gained, I hope not. ]
CHARLES
ISABEL
SHOMA
Jefe de los Mariachis, Arthur
Would you like to expand on that?
Yurodiviye Leader, King Riven
'Tis a necessity.
The poor suffer 'neath the foot of giants who gorge themselves on wealth stolen.
Why should their coin not be returned to them, the rightful owners?
[ The AU where Riven is actually defender of the proletariat (sort of). It's a little weird, but listen. The point is, he's still fighting for the people. ]
Tieqiu Boss, Amame
You're my baby brother, Shoma.
I'll always... I'll...
...Sometimes, I still wonder what could've happened if I'd stayed with you and Dad instead.
[ Well, that's neither here nor there, because I just looked at the time and I want to get you guys on your split paths before we force Jan to go to bed. DST is so cursed actually. It does really seem like it's your turn now.
You guys win the game, and although Arthur seems rather unhappy about it, Amame is quiet, while Riven just seems thoughtful on the results.
[charles just lets out a quiet bark of laughter. what a sick joke, hearing those words. his hand twitches around the hilt of his sword, but he stills it.
he is paying attention to the other conversations, sorry, but hey, he figures they're paying attention to his too. he just shakes his head, before moving towards the elevator.]
...we don't have time for that. [ he says, as a person who really should maybe take a moment but chooses to continue suppressing everything. he's still holding amame's gaze just long enough before it's actually too hard, and so he turns for the elevator to follow to our SPLIT PATHS???????????? ]
[ Welcome to the basement. The place is rather dim and kind of awful -- you can see people who will likely never see the light of day again for the rest of their lives, swinging pickaxes to further the tunnels underneath the casino, making room for more vaults -- more places to store gold and riches, built by the hands of the poor.
There is nothing you can do for them. Even if you gave the most rousing revolutionary speech, Charles, they are too downtrodden and committed to their 435,622,359th swing, earning one Ahn per hit of the pickaxe in the stone.
That strange feeling of 'resonance' grows stronger as you go deeper into the dark. It also gets... colder? Yeah, significantly colder, a strange chill that travels up your legs and settles somewhere deep.
You feel lonelier, somehow.
Your surroundings get icier and icier as you go on, too, slivers and little veins of crystalline rime making way to entire walls, swathes, caches of never-melting frost.
Finally, you come out into a clearing, staring up at a massive mansion. The doors call you forth to enter like a pull. ]
[STOP HE WOULDN'T GIVE A SPEECH that's more of his friends' alley than his........... but okay yeah his gaze does linger on the people like he wants to DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE SITUATION.
he will be good though and follow the cyoa path which is to go deeper in, even if he's frustrated by the inaction... dislike all these other feelings too, though.]
[ he's following after the two of them, and he would normally find this kind of fascinating but with the one-two punch of what just happened and now going further into a kingdom of iceolation, he's just keeping to himself. he doesn't bother giving a verbal response, shoulders hunched and staring around the path before they come up to this mansion.
[ As you step in, your scenery changes. You lose sight of your fellow companions for the time being, seeming to step into a mirror reflecting all you are -- you, and only you, and the sins you've carried.
The Bough resonates deep with you, asking you to see yourself first.
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this answer from amame actually fucking sucks!!!
none of this is real. well. in terms of people being here. he thinks. he's, like, not entirely clear on what's happening and how this is happening or what-have-you but he has enough sense to realize this probably isn't amame. then again, it's a good mimic of her consciousness, and for a moment it almost feels exactly like it was hours (days, weeks, now) when he was sitting on a cold chair and a wall of glass was between them. so it's with agitation that he says: ]
No. You can't keep trying to fix everything yourself. You saw what happened last time! You and Dad--[ he just kind of abruptly stops and exhales harshly. ] You can't. It's my turn.
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The poor suffer 'neath the foot of giants who gorge themselves on wealth stolen.
Why should their coin not be returned to them, the rightful owners?
[ The AU where Riven is actually defender of the proletariat (sort of). It's a little weird, but listen. The point is, he's still fighting for the people. ]
I'll always... I'll...
...Sometimes, I still wonder what could've happened if I'd stayed with you and Dad instead.
[ Well, that's neither here nor there, because I just looked at the time and I want to get you guys on your split paths before we force Jan to go to bed. DST is so cursed actually. It does really seem like it's your turn now.
You guys win the game, and although Arthur seems rather unhappy about it, Amame is quiet, while Riven just seems thoughtful on the results.
The elevator is yours. ]
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I wouldn't. You never want to expand on anything, so why should I?
[ WAIT, SPLIT PATHS??????????? ]
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he is paying attention to the other conversations, sorry, but hey, he figures they're paying attention to his too. he just shakes his head, before moving towards the elevator.]
Let's go. Unless either of you needs a moment?
[SPLIT PATHS??????????]
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There is nothing you can do for them. Even if you gave the most rousing revolutionary speech, Charles, they are too downtrodden and committed to their 435,622,359th swing, earning one Ahn per hit of the pickaxe in the stone.
That strange feeling of 'resonance' grows stronger as you go deeper into the dark. It also gets... colder? Yeah, significantly colder, a strange chill that travels up your legs and settles somewhere deep.
You feel lonelier, somehow.
Your surroundings get icier and icier as you go on, too, slivers and little veins of crystalline rime making way to entire walls, swathes, caches of never-melting frost.
Finally, you come out into a clearing, staring up at a massive mansion. The doors call you forth to enter like a pull. ]
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[ hmmm hate this place. but off we go into the mansion! ]
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he will be good though and follow the cyoa path which is to go deeper in, even if he's frustrated by the inaction... dislike all these other feelings too, though.]
I can agree with that.
[off they go!]
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...okay. in we gooooo.... ]
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The Bough resonates deep with you, asking you to see yourself first.
Charles!
Isabel!
Shoma!
Have fun. I say this like you probably didn't already see the TLs on flatview. ]