BARGHEST

[soulping]

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ROUND 3

[soulping]

[Welcome to yet another very small, very white room. You’re wracked by icy shivers, even though you know — you know — that it’s pleasantly warm in here. You know that you can’t breathe, that there’s water in your mouth, nose, ears, in your throat, choking you; that the water is weighing you down —

You’re in a very small, very white room, with a pedestal bearing two spheres: one large, one small. You can breathe. You’re not drowning. You’re okay. Right?]

Just like the first round, my darlings! You may earn two keys, or one — make your choices wisely.

[terminalbanchou]

[ Grabbing the large sphere without a second though. ]

[bladefisting]

...alright.

[ nodding, nibbling on her thumb tbh ]

[terminalbanchou]

[ Holding one of his hands out to her, staring intensely (as always). ]

[bladefisting]

...I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me.

[terminalbanchou]

Take the glass and drink the blood.

[plotluck]

...Careful. [Not gonna stop him though.]

[terminalbanchou]

I will be fine.

This will help me understand the suffering organics endure.

[plotluck]

I don't really get it, but okay?

[terminalbanchou]

You will, once I eventually change back.

[plotluck]

Change back?

[heirofficium]

[ Well that's

well

it's not like cyon can exactly stop you ]

Orion...

[terminalbanchou]

I will be fine. This is important data.

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[culpa]

[ scratching at his skin. ]

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[plotluck]

Yuu...

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[culpa]

It itches.

[ and hurts and aaa he's going to. move back and lean against this wall. ]

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[plotluck]

[How about I lean with you. And gently shoulder bump.] I'm sorry.

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[culpa]

It's not your fault.

[ scratch scratch scratch scratch. ]

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[plotluck]

But it sucks! [Reaching over to take his hand, don't itch yourself raw that won't help.]

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[plotluck]

[Coughing and swaying hard.]

TURN IN

[terminalbanchou]

Orion smashes the big sphere.

Re: TURN IN

[soulping]

[Amongst the broken shards of glass, you find a small crystal vial full of inky black liquid. There’s barely enough for a single mouthful …]

Drink, and earn your keys.

[terminalbanchou]

[ >Drink
> Drink liquid
> Regret not being a robot for this horseshit ]

[soulping]

[The potion tastes like cold and sharpness, but nothing seems to happen …

Paranoia builds slowly, subtly, twisting the words and intentions of those around you, no matter how much you care about them. Fear, too, begins to rise — you see flickers in the corner of your eyes, and you know they’re there, you know they’re real, no matter what anybody tries to tell you.

By the start of the fourth round, you will find yourself suffering hyperrealistic hallucinations of your worst fears.]

[terminalbanchou]

[ I am alone.

Nobody loves me.

Nobody can love me.

And all I can do is destroy and kill. I do not have a soul. I am trash. TRASH. TRASH. ]