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✝ even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death ✝ heart game
**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!))
[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!))
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Carefully, she does turn around.]
Ah, yes?
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Hm, I suppose you listen well enough. Do not tell me you like this tiresome old church. Why don't we simply have our own fun, here?
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oh. Well. He doesn't appear to recognise her, so perhaps it's not the one she knows, but a construct. Who can say.
At any rate whether he is or isn't doesn't have nearly as much bearing as one would expect, it doesn't mean she can be dismissive. In fact, because it's him, she'll have to navigate very carefully, but she cannot help but wonder at his purpose here, what he represents.
One step at a time. She dips her head respectfully.
Of all the outfits to be wearing]...Good day, Your Majesty.
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Oh, so you will stay with me.
[He shifts slightly, readying to rise.]
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Hmm...?
What is it? Are you going to pray?
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I suppose I am, if that is what I must do.
[tries not to think lewd thoughts in a church.]
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He smiles, and it cuts across his face; you instantly feel a pulse of terror.]
Well, then, harlot. Pray.
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...What has angered the king so?
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To think— That you would show the gall to refuse me. Perhaps I will bend you over the rail.
[You want to LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE you feel like you can pray if you really want to, there is still time but you must LEAVE.]
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okay.
She's going to hurry to the rail. She prays, honestly, for salvation for kirei and for her team, and those she cares about There's a moment of hesitation, but she does not pray for herself, in the end.
And then she is going to hop that rail and head for the altar. let's just get the hell out of dodge.]
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He will not come for you; if you look for him, that man with the red eyes is not there anymore. The rail has disappeared, also.
On the altar, there are four stand-up cardboard displays in human form, like those oversized cutouts of celebrities for movies—if you’re familiar with those. The cardboard figures form a semicircle slicing through the center of the altar, cutting from one side to the other. They appear to be of an older man, a woman holding a baby, a man—neither too young nor too old, and a much younger man; actually, it’s Kuuha from Sakura, if you know him. Each of them wear signs that announce who they are, though you will have to step closer to really read them.
There is a message written on the platform of the altar, beneath your feet, in dried, red blood that sinks into the cracks between the polished wooden boards—having been smeared there haphazardly as if someone used their fingertip. It reads, simply,
STAB THE LIAR. ☺
And you feel the weight of a knife in your hand.]
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BUT SIIIIIIIGH. SHE KNOWS WHERE THIS IS GOING.
But first. Okay, she's curious, though, what do the names read? stepping hella closer.]
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Between the elderly man and adult man is a cardboard figure of a young woman with white, almost transparent hair. She is smiling, despite her thin, clearly ill frame and the eyepatch plastered to one eye. She carries a baby in her arms, a toddling thing with hair just as pure white as hers but eyes that are cool, empty, and dull gold—the baby girl seems to be her own separate figure, and it feels like you could pluck her right out of the slot between the woman’s arms if you wanted. A placard is looped around both of their necks, and reads “LOVING WIFE AND DAUGHTER”.
Between the woman holding the baby and the younger man is a tall gentleman, with dark hair. His elegantly sculpted beard makes you imagine someone who really has his act together. His blue eyes might even seem familiar, calling up the memory of someone else—oh, perhaps he’s related to someone you saw once, in the forest? His clothing is a smooth red suit. Nevertheless, he smiles warmly, looking at you as he would a beloved student with his wine goblet in hand, and it makes sense, because the placard hanging from his neck reads “LOVING TEACHER”.
Last but not least, there is a cardboard cutout of a member of Sakura, a younger man, someone that perhaps you have seen in passing—in any case, even if you don’t know him, his appearance is distinctive enough. He has spiky, white hair that trails down his shoulders and sakura-colored robes that are designed like a priest’s garb. Indeed, he wears a cross, and he’s holding his arms open wide, smiling gently, like he welcomes the word of the Lord from the ceiling of the church itself. It’s Kuuha, and the placard hanging around his neck reads, “LOVING OLDER BROTHER”.]
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She both knows Kirei very well and in some ways not at all, but she knows he doesn't have most of his memories, that Anemone has barely had victories, and, thus, opportunities to recover them. She knows he remembers his wife and child, but to what degree, who can say. But she isn't sure he remembers more than that. They haven't exactly spoken, recently.
So
So.
So.
Gomen, Kuuha. She can't admit it, but you know, having a whole repressed self doesn't set you up for honesty???? Also, you can be pretty shifty. Which is fine with her tbh, and kirei this is honestly very hypocritical of you but whatever.]
I'm sorry.
[KUUHA GON CATCH THIS KNIFE. She just hopes this isn't a trick question and they're all liars.]
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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.]
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honestly, she did see that coming, but also. THE FUCK.]
I'm sorry.
[she repeats, quietly, calmly, like it makes a difference. she kneels down beside him and watches.]
Just because he lies, doesn't mean he has to suffer this way.
[She doesn't know who she's speaking to and she knows it doesn't matter. Kirei is sadistic.]
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... But you are the one who made me suffer.
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or maybe she won't.]
I...wouldn't want you to.
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[He's crying and sobbing and weeping and crying and sobbing and weeping and crying and sobbing and weeping and crying and sobbing and crying and sobbing and weeping and crying and sobbing and WHY WON'T HE JUST SHUT UP]
Why did you do it...?
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If it hurts, I'll end your pain.
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You don't need to end it.
[He dies.
The altar whites out, and you wake up somewhere else.]