VANARA

[soulping]

You step into a small airy room made entirely of porcelain and frosted glass. Squishy armchairs — the old fashioned type; pretty velvet affairs with patterns of roses in your team’s color and legs of dark wood — line the walls.

Pride of place in the center of the room is a table, upon which rests: a list of instructions; a spread of cards; and a box made out of mirrored glass with eleven slits in the top. Each slit is outlined in a team color.

Beyond the table is a huge, floor to ceiling hourglass. A certain number of blood red crystals reside at the bottom ...

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[artesmagicae]

[ Even Sphinx, he of the mostly rambling bullshit, isn't justifying that lie with more than this look. Honestly! Kids these days! ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[overfull]

... I'm not sad.

[ but it's quieter this time and she can't exactly look at him when she says it. ]

There's a girl on that team that will be in trouble if she dies, but more than caring for her, I don't want anyone here to die. We'll certainly die if we lose, so if I have to sacrifice her to ensure that will happen, then that's fine.