[There's a discomforted beat; he's feeling a little anxious now, and speaking is becoming difficult, but...]
I-- saw something similar earlier this week. In one of Si-san's memories.
[That's about all he can cough up for now, though, because he's struggling with labored breaths soon after. ARE THEY JUST GOING TO CHOKE TO DEATH WHERE THEY STAND HELP. He really does not like this.
There's also a part of him that really doesn't like the fact that looking into this blood pool makes him want to PARTAKE OF IT??? Except it's quieted by the general sense that, like, actually, he probably should. He probably should? Yeah, that seems like a good idea to him. He's Twilight now.
So he's just leaning down over the edge to dip his hand into this wholeass crater of blood so he can try to take a sip I GUESS while he's also busy trying not to dissociate completely because of wheezy TB memories.]
[ As he struggles to breathe, Alphinaud makes the unfortunate mistake of looking off to the side. That's when he sees her, body and visage painted in red. He quickly looks away, queasiness making itself home in the pits of his stomach, only barely quelled by a reminder that this couldn't be real.
It wasn't before, in that far back memory of familiar faces dead, others soon killed by their hand—and this isn't either. It isn't, it isn't, it isn't.
Souji does provide a distraction, only... it's also horrifying in itself. As he cups a hand into the blood and lifts it toward his mouth, Alphinaud barely manages to choke out: ]
[The blood is, for the most part, fresh. Some of it has congealed in the pool, but the sip that Souji takes travels down his throat with relative ease. It tastes as he would expect it to, and familiar at that—of copper.
As soon as the words leave him, Alphinaud finds himself under a coughing spell, as does Clementine. The unknown fluid in their lungs has reached critical levels, robbing them of their breaths. No amount of hacking and hawking seems enough to expel the blood that wells within their chests and overflows out of their mouths as they begin to drown where they stand.
As for Souji, though his body is similarly racked with coughs, they remain dry. The only stain on his lips is from the sip he took earlier, and he's able to suck in that precious breath to remain alert.]
[HE ALSO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING!! But apparently it's the right(??) thing(????) considering he is not currently drowning in his own blood. For once. As resident TB man, this really is hilarious.
The coughing is distracting, but nothing at all that he hasn't dealt with before. He's handled worse, even. So he's just.
WELL HE'S GOING TO PANIC FOR A HOT SECOND FIRST but his braincell can only go "maybe it's the blood???" here which means he's absolutely going to put his two hands together to scoop more Crater Blood and dash his coughing ass over toward Alphinaud first in an attempt to see if he can get Alphinaud to drink any through his BLOOD DROWNING?? If that doesn't kill him he'll also try to nyoom for Clementine LET'S GO BLOOD SNACK. TIME FOR THEM ALL TO BECOME TWILIGHT.]
For as much as he's tried to suppress the heaving, it eventually becomes too much as Alphinaud desperately chokes for the air that never comes. It burns, and it leaves him doubling over, grasping fiercely at his chest as he collapses to a knee.
Too bad he fails to see the humor in feeling as though he may die twice in one week.
Souji, who apparently isn't about to keel over, rushes to his side, and I'm going to assume for the sake of Alphinaud's life* that he isn't quite gentle about getting it down his throat, either.
[ clementine would probably put up more of a fight than alphinaud... but luckily souji is coming to her second. she has more time to choke and drown before he gets to her, leaving her too weak to fight him once he's here.
but she definitely doesn't love this!
cyoas are a lawless land, but she really doesn't want to drink blood! what if it's tainted? do you want zombies???????? ]
[Curiously, the blood from the crater seems to push past the blood pouring out from both Alphinaud and Clementine's airways. It trickles down their throats, and at first appears to do little good when warmth blooms in their chests as it courses through their bodies. That warmth spreads to their extremities, pushing away the burn of choking and easing the dread of drowning. Blood ceases to pour from their mouths, and they feel . . . just fine, despite probably looking much bloodier on the surface from their respective fits and Souji's urgent efforts to assist them.
Souji's condition, however, remains the same.
Ahead of them, the fog concentrated on the other side of the crater swirls faintly as if disturbed by an unseen force.]
Anyway someone else go deal with the fog monster for now because Souji's the last man standing on cough mountain and this is very unpleasant to him personally, as the Real Tuberculosis Joe. He probably manages to cough out some apologies for his rough handling of both of them, especially SWEET CLEM AND HER ZOMBIE TRAUMA, before he drinks what's left in his hands. It might not be enough for a Full Heal but like he also doesn't want to abandon the team and run back to the blool (why do so many cyoas im in involve blood pools) when they don't know what's coming.]
[ In five minutes from now, Alphinaud is going to think about how tired of blood he is, be it his own or anyone else's. Right now, though, after the taste of copper goes down his throat...
He feels less like dying as the seconds go by, yet his sense of taste is greatly offended. With little dignity to it, Alphinaud spits out what remains in his mouth, quickly wiping the back of his hand to his face—which only serves to smear more red, rather than rid himself of it. ]
as the sensation of drowning ebbs away, she takes a moment to wipe at her face with a sleeve. her clothes can just be a mess, she doesn't care.
then she moves forward, this time trying to put herself in the front of the group. between the other two and the fog monster. not sure why, seeing as how she's still unarmed. but it's what her instincts say to do, since alphinaud doesn't really fight without magic and souji is busy with coughing out his lungs/ ]
[Drinking the remainder of the blood on his hands, Souji feels the same warmth that Alphinaud and Clementine did, albeit to a lesser degree. Still, it's enough to lessen the severity of the fit to a light cough. Breathing also comes more easily now.
Clementine's instincts place her at the front of the group. She is indeed unarmed, though something in her feels that she need just reach out if she means to fight . . .
A familiar voice echoes beyond the crater of blood:]
Corrupt souls dare to defile the temple.
[The fog parts, and there—between the crater and the outermost part of the ring of corpses where one particular face stands out—a faded figure materializes, obscuring the bodies behind him from view. He regards the three of them with glacial eyes that flash red and the equally unfeeling set of his lips, devoid of all geniality perhaps associated with one who shares his likeness.]
Wielding the power of gods as they please is the very definition of human audacity, is it not?
Anyway Souji barely even gets to be thankful for the fact that he's no longer in TB hell considering he's 1) rudely startled by that familiar face and 2) also startled by the fact that Sieghart 2 is here?? Every day of his life he just ages another 30 years.
He knows from past experience that what's shown in places like these are hardly if ever real, and that's about the only thing that keeps him from snapping on the spot. It feels so wrong to ignore that body, but - well. It's not like they have a choice right now, anyway. THERE'S A RUDE DUDE IN THE WAY.]
Who are you?
[To the strange figure, as if he actually expects an answer. He's tense, though - ready to fight at the slimmest of provocation or worry for concern.]
[As Souji tenses, he shares Clementine's feeling that he need just reach out if he wishes to fight . . .
However, his question goes unanswered. Clutching a sword in his right hand, "Sieghart" stretches the left out toward the party.]
Sinners who dared to covet the blood of the gods . . . Prove yourself worthy, and you will hear the answer.
[A rune, muted azure in color, magicks into existence overhead and circles the party, then rains down streaks of lightning in rapid succession. The bolts that strike true sear skin and tear through their bodies, burning them from the inside out, while those that don't pass through the floor. Celestial energy crackles along the stone before erupting below the party's feet, decimating their flesh at once.
Okita Souji, Clementine, and Alphinaud Leveilleur are dead.
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I-- saw something similar earlier this week. In one of Si-san's memories.
[That's about all he can cough up for now, though, because he's struggling with labored breaths soon after. ARE THEY JUST GOING TO CHOKE TO DEATH WHERE THEY STAND HELP. He really does not like this.
There's also a part of him that really doesn't like the fact that looking into this blood pool makes him want to PARTAKE OF IT??? Except it's quieted by the general sense that, like, actually, he probably should. He probably should? Yeah, that seems like a good idea to him. He's Twilight now.
So he's just leaning down over the edge to dip his hand into this wholeass crater of blood so he can try to take a sip I GUESS while he's also busy trying not to dissociate completely because of wheezy TB memories.]
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It wasn't before, in that far back memory of familiar faces dead, others soon killed by their hand—and this isn't either. It isn't, it isn't, it isn't.
Souji does provide a distraction, only... it's also horrifying in itself. As he cups a hand into the blood and lifts it toward his mouth, Alphinaud barely manages to choke out: ]
Wh—what are you doing?!
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if clem were closer she would slap souji's hands to make him stop doing what he's doing, but alas????? ]
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As soon as the words leave him, Alphinaud finds himself under a coughing spell, as does Clementine. The unknown fluid in their lungs has reached critical levels, robbing them of their breaths. No amount of hacking and hawking seems enough to expel the blood that wells within their chests and overflows out of their mouths as they begin to drown where they stand.
As for Souji, though his body is similarly racked with coughs, they remain dry. The only stain on his lips is from the sip he took earlier, and he's able to suck in that precious breath to remain alert.]
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The coughing is distracting, but nothing at all that he hasn't dealt with before. He's handled worse, even. So he's just.
WELL HE'S GOING TO PANIC FOR A HOT SECOND FIRST but his braincell can only go "maybe it's the blood???" here which means he's absolutely going to put his two hands together to scoop more Crater Blood and dash his coughing ass over toward Alphinaud first in an attempt to see if he can get Alphinaud to drink any through his BLOOD DROWNING?? If that doesn't kill him he'll also try to nyoom for Clementine LET'S GO BLOOD SNACK. TIME FOR THEM ALL TO BECOME TWILIGHT.]
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For as much as he's tried to suppress the heaving, it eventually becomes too much as Alphinaud desperately chokes for the air that never comes. It burns, and it leaves him doubling over, grasping fiercely at his chest as he collapses to a knee.
Too bad he fails to see the humor in feeling as though he may die twice in one week.
Souji, who apparently isn't about to keel over, rushes to his side, and I'm going to assume for the sake of Alphinaud's life* that he isn't quite gentle about getting it down his throat, either.
*waves hands vaguely ]
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but she definitely doesn't love this!
cyoas are a lawless land, but she really doesn't want to drink blood! what if it's tainted? do you want zombies???????? ]
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Souji's condition, however, remains the same.
Ahead of them, the fog concentrated on the other side of the crater swirls faintly as if disturbed by an unseen force.]
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Anyway someone else go deal with the fog monster for now because Souji's the last man standing on cough mountain and this is very unpleasant to him personally, as the Real Tuberculosis Joe. He probably manages to cough out some apologies for his rough handling of both of them, especially SWEET CLEM AND HER ZOMBIE TRAUMA, before he drinks what's left in his hands. It might not be enough for a Full Heal but like he also doesn't want to abandon the team and run back to the blool (why do so many cyoas im in involve blood pools) when they don't know what's coming.]
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He feels less like dying as the seconds go by, yet his sense of taste is greatly offended. With little dignity to it, Alphinaud spits out what remains in his mouth, quickly wiping the back of his hand to his face—which only serves to smear more red, rather than rid himself of it. ]
Guh... Seven godsdamn hells.
[ He is so disgusted. ]
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At least it's just blood.
[ AS OPPOSED TO?
as the sensation of drowning ebbs away, she takes a moment to wipe at her face with a sleeve. her clothes can just be a mess, she doesn't care.
then she moves forward, this time trying to put herself in the front of the group. between the other two and the fog monster. not sure why, seeing as how she's still unarmed. but it's what her instincts say to do, since alphinaud doesn't really fight without magic and souji is busy with coughing out his lungs/ ]
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Clementine's instincts place her at the front of the group. She is indeed unarmed, though something in her feels that she need just reach out if she means to fight . . .
A familiar voice echoes beyond the crater of blood:]
Corrupt souls dare to defile the temple.
[The fog parts, and there—between the crater and the outermost part of the ring of corpses where one particular face stands out—a faded figure materializes, obscuring the bodies behind him from view. He regards the three of them with glacial eyes that flash red and the equally unfeeling set of his lips, devoid of all geniality perhaps associated with one who shares his likeness.]
Wielding the power of gods as they please is the very definition of human audacity, is it not?
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Anyway Souji barely even gets to be thankful for the fact that he's no longer in TB hell considering he's 1) rudely startled by that familiar face and 2) also startled by the fact that Sieghart 2 is here?? Every day of his life he just ages another 30 years.
He knows from past experience that what's shown in places like these are hardly if ever real, and that's about the only thing that keeps him from snapping on the spot. It feels so wrong to ignore that body, but - well. It's not like they have a choice right now, anyway. THERE'S A RUDE DUDE IN THE WAY.]
Who are you?
[To the strange figure, as if he actually expects an answer. He's tense, though - ready to fight at the slimmest of provocation or worry for concern.]
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'Tis not him—not for true.
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[ clementine's cyoa in redacted... did not include illusions of game-mates. ]
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However, his question goes unanswered. Clutching a sword in his right hand, "Sieghart" stretches the left out toward the party.]
Sinners who dared to covet the blood of the gods . . . Prove yourself worthy, and you will hear the answer.
[A rune, muted azure in color, magicks into existence overhead and circles the party, then rains down streaks of lightning in rapid succession. The bolts that strike true sear skin and tear through their bodies, burning them from the inside out, while those that don't pass through the floor. Celestial energy crackles along the stone before erupting below the party's feet, decimating their flesh at once.
Okita Souji, Clementine, and Alphinaud Leveilleur are dead.
But death is never the end, is it?]