✝ even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death ✝ heart game

[wwjd]

**TW: please note general potential warnings for murder, rape, suicide/mentions of suicide, gore, disturbing content/imagery, death, animal cruelty, cannibalism. This list will be updated as needed! Do not hesitate to PM me if something you aren't comfortable with ever comes up!**

[You’re suddenly in an open, expansive room. It’s huge. If you’re familiar with the setting or have the ability to compare it to something similar, it’s like the interior of a church—pews surround you, all centered around an altar, and all of the normal religious paraphernalia—Bibles, baptismal tools, sacramental wine and bread—is present as well, in its expected place for a church or set up on a table before the altar. The area is for the most part so dark, however, that you cannot clearly see around you for farther than a few feet. It feels like nighttime, but, well, you can’t look beyond the shadows to spy the windows to know for sure...

In this deep darkness, the well-lit altar is like a beacon. Blazing candles encircle it, and you can perceive at least four human-shaped figures standing upon it. Are they alive? Watch long enough, and you’ll understand that they don’t move, shift, or even breathe.

Also, you are dressed like an angel. ( 1 , 2 , 3 , or 4 ) Have fun!

You are directly in the middle of the central aisle, one that leads to the altar. What will you do?]

((game notes!

1) you are welcome to tag in at any time. this heart game will be running from december 10th to december 16th! please realize i have rl responsibilities and will not always be available to tag during the mornings/afternoons of every day, but in general i will be around.

2) my goal is to get everyone to at least one "room" outside of the church, but if that doesn't happen, it's okay! c:

3) this is my first time running a game thing/heart game, so if you notice any major problems or just want to check in with me about something, please do! i am doing my best (exercise_smiley)

4) again, i take comfort levels seriously. never hesitate to pm me if something is too squicky for you. i will change it right away!))

Comments

[irishsetter]

[It's hard to understand children sometimes. What does she feel towards him? He has no idea. He was never much of a father. Regardless, he can't bring himself to harm her even in effigy. If only he knew more about Kirei. He doesn't know any of these people, not even Kuuha, who he only saw unconscious on the ground minutes ago.

So it's almost just a judgement call. He never had a brother. He loved his teacher. He loved his wife, and killed his child. His father... well, he loved his mortal father. But Lugh was always just an idea that he strove to live up to. Not much different than a priest of the church and their God.

But he approaches the man in the red suit. Because he looks like an unlikeable bastard. And touches the image, to see if he can glean anything more.]

[wwjd]

[As you hold the child, you have a sudden urge to make it cry.

The man is also warm to the touch, again as though it's giving off its own body heat.

You have the idea to turn it around and stab it in the back.]

[irishsetter]

[Kotomine being himself, Cu assumes he did this at some point, or wanted to. He hesitates. Maybe this isn't the right one. He goes over and touches the images of the brother and father.]

[wwjd]

[Touching the brother makes your shoulder hurt, aching deeply, to the core of the bone and muscle.

The father—moments after your fingers brush him, the sensation of a reassuring pat washes over your back. No limb was there to give it...]

[irishsetter]

[The brother. It's probably the brother. Sorry, Kuuha, he has nothing against you. You were probably justified! But you're getting stabbed by process of elimination.]

[wwjd]

[It should have been a cardboard figure, but if it was, why is there this much blood spurting out? It's warm, red, and it coats you.

Kuuha gasps, shocking awake, his golden eyes opening wide and terrified. He simply flops to the floor, gripping his hands to his wound—bleeding all over. Yes, he has substance, now, and it is just like any real flesh body was stabbed.]

Y-You...! My brother—!

[He weeps. He cries and he sobs and he cries.

A giant pop from up above bursts and sends confetti and balloons raining all over you two, though. Victory fanfare plays.]

[irishsetter]

[The personal pleas hurt just a little bit- but not very much. He's too numb for it really actually bother him. He's taken so many lives on the battlefield, that taking another, the life of somebody he doesn't know is only a mild irritation.]

Sorry, pal. If the shoe fits, I'll stab you with it.

[The fanfare is in bad taste, though.]

Really, Kotomine? Jeez.

[wwjd]

[Eventually, he quiets, dying in a mess of tears and blood.

The altar whites out, and you wake up somewhere else.]