-skills and items from outside or off. -You can interact with anyone in the same room as you -No backtracking -Injuries taken will be healed once we're done here -- It'll be like they never happened.
[You find yourself... somewhere. There isn’t any ground or roof to speak of, but there are four colored doors here: One red, one green, one blue, and one black. Perhaps more notable however, is that Diz seems to be here, too.]
[You are now standing in what appears to be a very fancy starship bridge. In spite of the fanciness however, there’s not really much to note here... Ignoring the fact that there’s a blue-haired man with a horn on his head and some very regal clothes stomping on someone’s head while a blue silhouette keeps the person pinned to the ground.
Wait, is the person being pinned down and having their head stomped on Diz...?]
[You are now standing in... The Gulgallana dorm? No, that’s not quite right. The signature cherry blossom tree is definitely here, but the rest of the contents are different:
An electronic keyboard sits atop a bench, two seats set in front of it. Next to the keyboard is a pile of torn up scores.
On the left side of the room, you can see a trophy cabinet, which seems to be filled with keys, each with a nametag -- though the keys themselves are hard to focus on, with a few exceptions. On the right side of the room, behind a tiny podium, sits a whiteboard.]
[FUCK YEAH WIND AND HEALING AND SHIELD MAGIC? it's like Ed's heart all over again! he surveys his fingers for a moment, a small smile quirking up the corners of his mouth, before he turns his attention back to his surroundings]
[he heads to the keys first, grabbing for the first one he can actually focus on and reach]
[You find yourself in a small, cramped room. Most of the room is occupied by a single table, with a seat on each side of it. The table itself is covered in papers, notes, and various other things, including a few photographs. On the far end of the room is a large window, showing a vast open space on the other side.]
[The place where you find yourself is... disjointed, at best. Some strange board game sits on a table with no explanation of what anything on the board means, papers are pinned to the walls with their writing scribbled over, a single desk without a chair of any sort sits buried in papers and plans... This place is a complete and utter mess.]
[You find yourself in... yet another white void with little in the way of landmarks. There is one however: A large door with four lock-like structures to the side: One red, one green, one blue, one black. Diz seems to be back here if you want to talk to her, too.]
[If you were expecting more white void, you were correct! However, the space here feels... Finite. As though you’re trapped in a box. You’re sure that if you could fly, you would hit a roof before too long. That being said, you still have free movement in the area, capable of moving in all three dimensions effortlessly. Also here is clearly Diz, who speaks up.]
You all arrived a bit later than I was expecting... Well, there’s more people here than I expected too, so it worked out just fine. Welcome, everyone! You’ve arrived at the final spot in this heart. I’m afraid this isn’t the True Heart, though...
[She grins evilly as she speaks.]
This is the isolation chamber. Welcome to the mousetrap.
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Rules
-You can interact with anyone in the same room as you
-No backtracking
-Injuries taken will be healed once we're done here -- It'll be like they never happened.
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This is her magical style. But are we going to have a main and three supporters..?
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are you suuuuuure there's nothing else to note in here? really?
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[ time to check out that table. ]
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Do we need all the keys to move forward? I only have one.
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You all arrived a bit later than I was expecting... Well, there’s more people here than I expected too, so it worked out just fine. Welcome, everyone! You’ve arrived at the final spot in this heart. I’m afraid this isn’t the True Heart, though...
[She grins evilly as she speaks.]
This is the isolation chamber. Welcome to the mousetrap.
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Ahh.
So this is a trap, and you were the shadow.
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