TAKSHAKA

[soulping]

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

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Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

[well he's got the sword and the blowtorch now. He takes a deep breath and before any teammates dare stop him he just

slices off his left hand

THAT WAS EASY ENOUGH BECAUSE IT WAS A SWORD AND SWORDS ARE ALWAYS GOOD AND TRUE AND CORRECT IN HIS HANDS BUT

HE'S HAVING TROUBLE HOLDING THE BLOWTORCH STEADY AND THERE'S AN AWFUL LOT OF BLOOD

dropping to his knees, dropping the blowtorch.]

Re: Choice

[barrette]

[ Sparrow screams, sprinting over and pressing her uniform's cape to the stump. ]

W-Why did you do that?!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

There's, ugh--

[ He wants to explain his thought processes in sophisticated detail, that there's no time to devise a plan to fight this Echo, that the Echoes have proven to be nigh-omnipotent in their own realms, but all that comes out is ]

I, I am my team's Servant.

[barrette]

You're our friend!

[ her hands are steadily getting covered with blood as she tries to tourniquet the wound, furiously blinking back as many tears as she can so she can see what she's doing. ]

[swordedpast]

The blowtorch, use it. Flame. Use fire, o-okay?

1/2??

[barrette]

[ did he

did he really ask her to ]

2/3

[barrette]

[ he did

he asked her to blowtorch his fucking arm ]

3/3

[barrette]

[ she opens her mouth to argue, to insist that there's no way she's going to burn the stump like that but then...

she looks at how much blood there is and bites her lip before picking it up in shaking hands and looking for the way to turn it on. ]

J-Just the wrist...?

[ she can do this. she can do this so he won't bleed to death. ]

Re: Choice

[friendshipismusic]

SWAN!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

D-don't make that face.

Re: Choice

[friendshipismusic]

I'm going to!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

I didn't want, want you to cry!

[THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE WANTED]

Re: Choice

[friendshipismusic]

I'm going to cry no matter what!

Re: Choice

[corvitae]

Swan no—!!


[ohhhh god.

so much blood so much blood blood blood everywhere oh god.

rapidly backing away as fast as she can nope nope nope]

Re: Choice

[friendshipismusic]

[wait this is really concerning too oh god]

—Robin??

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[corvitae]

[as far away as she can be from all that blood, she's covering both her mouth and nose with her hands and making a point not to look at the mess.

ssshakes her head in response to Finch]

Re: Choice

[friendshipismusic]

What's—Are you—

[she's not sure what to ask because there is nothing okay and there is no way anything could be okay and robin is definitely not okay]

Re: Choice

[corvitae]

[shakes her head violently, her voice coming out muffled:]

Don't come here! Not right now!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

S-sorry, I didn't...I...

If I'd kn-known you were afraid of blood I'd have been quicker. With the blowtorch.

Re: Choice

[corvitae]

[under normal circumstanced she'd just tease him or make fun of that comment.

under current circumstances she's too busy doing her best not to look at or smell the blood, so both her mouth and nose are being covered by her hands as she pointedly stares elsewhere.

she calls out to him, muffled:]

Please clean up!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

O-of course! That's easy. Cleaning up is easy.

[at least, once the stump is cauterized. He rips off his cape with his remaining hand and hurriedly starts mopping the blood up.

...nope, there's too much of it.]

Re: Choice

[takewing]

Swan! Swan, Swan . . .

[kicking and clawing and punching at the glass]

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

[tries to smile at her!]

Re: Choice

[takewing]

W-When I get out of here, I'm going to beat you to a pulp! You idiot!

Re: Choice

[swordedpast]

Sorry...