W2 🛸 PLAYER CYOA: BUP ROLLERS BOUGHDYQUEST (LOWEEJ) CONT'D

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[naeddre]

[hey guys what's up

throné is here. she looks terrible. she is covered in blood. just like an ungodly amount. she has a knife, a sword, and a huge hole in her chest. not all the way through, but it's pretty bad. also her leg is weird. she also smells faintly like apple juice, but fermented. rotten? anyway.

she is just standing here bluescreening, looking at viktor and lucien getting stabbed and restabbed in the distance.]

[thematics]

[ ... stepping in between her and that sight...? ]

You real? [ I MEAN PROBABLY A FAKE WOULD ALSO ANSWER YES, BUT, ]

[riverbeans]

[honestly this is what charles was wondering there have been too many illusions]

[naeddre]

[sloooowly stares at her.

she brings a hand up to itch at her other arm. kind of violently. like she's trying to make sure it's skin? weird.]

... Lovelace?

[thematics]

... Yeah. It's me.

[ and she kind of figures if this were another illusion she'd be. i don't know. shaking maracas or something. ]

[naeddre]

[she whips out a mariachi hat

no, she drags in a breath. hi.]

Where are Baiken and Ichiban.

[thematics]

Haven't seen them yet. Did you get separated?

[naeddre]

Yes. We... fought an apple.

[thematics]

We fought... a lot of people. And things. And...

[ anyway, ]

An apple, though? Really?

[naeddre]

It had arms.

[scratching intensifies]

There were also. Bug people. [and we definitely didn't kill our npcs.]

[thematics]

... Stop scratching. You'll make it worse.

[riverbeans]

We saw Arthur pose as a syndicate boss with maracas.

[naeddre]

[a pause. hi charles.]

... A bus ate Ichiban.

[riverbeans]

... Well, I hope it wasn't the bus we started on.

[solesuccess]

[ he's just standing here and staring at her for a moment like he's trying to also understand if she's real. he's similarly covered in blood and probably gore, though she can faintly make out a hawaiian-patterned shirt he's sort of swimming in. he also has a new robot arm, and it's hard to see but there is a stab wound in his shoulder.

he doesn't really try to get her attention, but the staring is pretty obvious. ]

[naeddre]

[hey buddy! she's also not sure if you're real and probably could not handle it if you weren't. or if you are. the mental state ain't doing so hot. she's scratching kind of violently at one of her arms as she finally looks over at him.]

... Shoma? [a pause.] You're...

[she will move over to him and stop in front of him, and stare.]

[solesuccess]

[ okay well now they're both staring and she can see that his lip's kind of threatening to wobble even if he's very fastly ignoring it. how the hell does this keep getting worse, actually? ]

Why are you here?

[naeddre]

[NOOOO BABY

she crouches in front of him, unsteadily. it nearly knocks her over.]

I should be asking you that. [she kind of wants to like, put a hand on him, but she's afraid to.]

[solesuccess]

[ the mechanical arm reaches out to try and steady her. ]

We were on a bus. And then everything else happened. [ vague, thank you. also there is really probably nowhere that isn't covered in blood and guts so finding a place to put a hand might be difficult. ]

[naeddre]

Mm. We were on a bus.

[she says, swallowing hard. it's fine, she's also just completely covered in blood from head to toe and also there's probably like human bits of gore on her too. i cannot state to you how many times someone exploded on her, specifically.]

... It's okay. [she says, resting her hand on top of the mechanical arm.] We'll be alright.

[solesuccess]

[ he allows it, but he nods slowly. ]

...we'll regroup together and figure out how to get out of here. All of us.

[naeddre]

[she taps it.]

I'm going to... heal us. Hold on. And I'm sorry if something strange happens.

[riverbeans]

[IMMEDIATELY BACKING AWAY]

[solesuccess]

[ ......... ]

...okay. [ he will just wait, he guesses. ]

[thematics]

[ she will not argue, but eh. ]