25th Trial - Clover

[hot_mess_express]

It is a simple wood-floored room with an empty shrine on one wall. There are a few cushions to sit on, and the smell of incense and blood lingers in the air.

The sound of rain is heavy outside.

Comments

Round 1

[hot_mess_express]

Pick one of the other players to eat.

Decision

[hot_mess_express]

Re: Decision

[schrodingerscockroach]

Meridian is the priest

Re: Decision

[schrodingerscockroach]

They are refusing to choose someone.

Re: Decision

[hot_mess_express]

You feel hunger... Sharp, intense. It's difficult to fight... Will you really be all right like this....?

Will you make it to the next round?

Re: Decision

[schrodingerscockroach]

[HE IS]

[CERTAINLY GONNA TRY]

Discussion

[hot_mess_express]

[featherbeaned]

[ hhhhhhisssssssssssss ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

[Oh god, it's this HUNGER again.]

[He just]

[Kind of laughs. Just a little bit. A kind of manic, hysteric laugh.]

God. Fucking damnit.

[featherbeaned]

Fucking damnit. [ She echoes, because she agrees wholeheartedly with the sentiment. ]

[ Listen, she's a predator, she hunts, kills, and eats animals all the damn time ]

[ This is a little different? Just! A little! ]

[ PACES ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's just.]

[Gonna sit and]

[Try to think what he's willing to do as he begins the process of murdering every single emotion.]

[There are a lot of people he personally does not want to eat. And those he is more neutral towards are mostly newbies and that's terrible.]

[Also the thought of eating anyone, after knowing the taste-]

[And then there's Meridian]

Fuck.

....how strong are you?

[featherbeaned]

Very.

[ Very, very. ]

[ Paces another circle before pausing and heading over towards him instead, sitting down close enough that he could, if he wanted to, reach out and touch her. ]

Why?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He looks up and he]

[Doesn't reach out. Because reaching out is seeking comfort and he's not sure if SHE'S seeking it out, and he can't seek it out for himself right now. Not while murdering the emotions.]

I've resisted this kind of hunger before, but I've also broken under this hunger before.

I'm debating the merits of saying fuck this guy and seeing if you can just keep me pinned down if I do break.

[featherbeaned]

[ Looks him up and down, head cocked, assessing. ]

Should be able to. [ But now that she's actively thinking about it ... frowns down at her paws ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'm stronger than I look.

[Says the brickhouse.]

We should test. I'd rather not catch you by surprise.

[featherbeaned]

You've got metal in you. I know. I can smell it.

[ There's a subtle shift, and suddenly she's the size of a very large draught horse. Yeah. Hi. ]

[ Her cute li'l tail spikes are probably a lot less cute now that she looks like she could easily kill someone with one swipe, huh. ]

I'm s'posed to be this size.

Round 2

[hot_mess_express]

Pick one of the other players to eat.

Decision

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Discussion

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Re: Discussion

[hot_mess_express]

[When you return to the room for the round, Dusk will find the hunger overwhelms him--he can't contain it any longer, he must eat something, someone, it doesn't matter who.]

Re: Discussion

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And back in here and it....it really]

[Really terrible. It was easier outside, especially with the fire. He could just be away from people and the fire could get in the way of the OTHER PEOPLE smell.]

[But now it's a confined space and the smell is THERE and present and there is that errant thought that living flesh didn't actually taste so bad, he could still remember it so clearly.]

[Kind of....collapsing to his knees, arms wrapped around him, falling so his head is pressed against the floor, breathing harsh and ragged.]

[He shouldn't-]

[He needs to-]

[He can't-]

[He HAS to-]

[featherbeaned]

[ Meri knows Danger when she sees it, and she stays as far as she can get it, arched and puffed up with her tail a defensive semi-circle around herself ]

Dusk?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[All she gets is ragged breathing in response. He's shaking violently, curling up tight, trying to fight it, to resist the urge, but he's so hungry and there's such a delicious smell, right there-]

[And the breathing starts turning into growling.]

[featherbeaned]

[ PUFFING INTENSIFIES ]

[ She growls right back at him, quiet but warning. ]

Dusk! [ It's more a bark than anything. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And the growling is getting louder and a hand moves away from how he's curled up.]

[Except what slams into the ground isn't a hand, but a large, wicked claw as he starts to grow in size, horns and spikes starting to grow from his body.]