twilight_boy | Heart Game!

Characters: Heart gamers
Location: Heart
Time: Day ??, Time ?? (Will get placed into timeline when done)
Description:

[Okay, so here's what went down. At some point, Roxas took a bad memory that dovetailed badly with some of the other stuff going on in his head. Ven felt something go really wrong and contacted Dream and the rest of you ASAP. Dream allowed an emergency heart game to take place, giving you all an additional task as a quest:

Everyone will get pens and stickers that they will write on. Each person running will have five stickers that they have to use to try to identify something in the heart. It can be used on people, objects, the air, whatever rolls for you, so, for example, "I am going to put this sticker on Roxas, because he is clearly Roxas" or "This stone must be a stone and not a representation of his deep, weighing sense of guilt".

Guesses can be whatever the character thinks the object is. There is no limit to guesses! The catch is that the sticker will shrivel up if their guess is not correct. They cannot use the sticker again if this happens. If it is correct, then it will remain on the object with no effects whatsoever upon Roxas' heart. (Halfway answers which you might run into get shriveled up but don't come off nor do they reveal the whole message of what they were supposed to be.) If they want to use another sticker on the same object . . . No deal. Likewise, people cannot guess on the same object that someone else has.]

(OOC Note: Please join #twilightheart)

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*let's do that...*

What happened in this one? I wasn't around when it went down...

[yessss]

--How's that?

Yeah, I've got more cloth and wood.

[CONSTRUCTION GOES HERE?]

You reappear inside a dimly-lit room, holding a seashell in one of your hands. The girl’s voice comes from the seashell. “I’m so sorry I took you without asking. Really, I am. But there isn’t much time, and they won’t be able to defeat it on their own.” The girl’s voice sounds tired and sad.

All around you are mirror shards, hanging suspended in midair. They look like they’d form a picture, if placed together in the right way, but they’re pretty scrambled right now. A few of them give off the little light within the room. “Mirrors can reflect light and give it strength. But this one is broken. We need to fix it. Please...”

On one of the walls, you can observe your comrades’ progress with the shadow monster.

[OOC instructions: rearrange the ‘mirror shards’ to fix the mirror. You can use the patterns on the shards as a guideline. You have a few options on how to do this OOC: You can just tell me the coordinates of the piece you’re moving and where you’re moving it to. Ex: 1,1 to 9,3, or first column/first row to ninth column, third row. If you have Photoshop, I can e-mail you the psd file with all the layers and you can solve it that way. Or you can just handwave and play out Whiskey putting it together. Whichever is the most enjoyable and least frustrating for you. Note: This works like a puzzle, not like slider blocks. You can pick up the pieces and move them around in any way you want.]

Edited 2013-06-18 00:11 (UTC)

If you look down, this platform may not look all that different from the one in the Grey Room. Beneath your feet is the same vista of Twilight Town. Everything else about the room is different, however. Each of the walls is a gigantic movie screen, with a memory playing out on it, on endless repeat.

Darkness crowds the platform, choking it like smoke, though it does nothing to obscure the memory playback. Its source is clear: a towering black shadow. Its yellow eyes glint malignantly, and the darkness pours from the heart-shaped hole in its chest.

Facing it alone is the girl from the memory. She’s doing her best, but it’s clear that the battle she’s fighting is a losing one, especially as her keyblade flickers in and out of existence. The shadow lunges at her, and her keyblade seems to give out for good.

She staggers to her knees. “No... Not now!” Her own form begins to flicker as well, till she herself is barely visible...

As this is happening, Whiskey and Whiskey alone feels a soft tap on his shoulder and a voice in his ear. “Please, help me. We’ve got to get more light in here.” He vanishes before your eyes - though one of the screens immediately shifts to show you all his new location.

At some point, when you’ve all gathered in the Grey Room, after completing missions one through five, there is a flash of light coming from the sixth picture, and when you look at it, you can now clearly see that it’s a drawing of a girl with dark hair and blue eyes, wearing a black coat and holding a keyblade like Roxas’s. There’s still a shattered glass overlay, but now it looks more stylistic than garbled.

“This is it,” Saix says. “The source of the problem. Go, and don’t fail me.” Before you can reply, he opens a portal, larger than any of the others had been, and you find yourself sucked through it. For a moment, you’re freezing cold and you can’t breathe. Seemingly endless darkness whips past you. Then, the moment passes, and you’re standing on another platform.

[CONSTRUCTION GOES HERE!]

[moving his arms. They're stiff from disuse] Weird. But better. Thanks.

I, uh... [looks down] I argued for us doing the self-sacrifice thing. The others agreed, but it made a real mess of everything.

Do you want to make a marker, too?

I'd like that.

Anything in mind?

Oh.

. . . I heard that was another game where all the decisions were bad.

Edited 2013-06-18 00:47 (UTC)

Something to indicate finding a balance, maybe? Cause both self-sacrifice and not have turned out pretty badly.

That girl, isn't she-- oh, fuck!

[nods] At least I can't think of any good ones. But I was pretty set on self-sacrifice, so I kept thinking I must have missed something.

Fail you, hell. I'm not going to fail Roxas.

*calling up his armor, and holding out a hand as a golden keyblade materializes*

[not exactly getting up in the Darkside's face, but stepping forward and summoning a fistful of razor-sharp feathers that he launches at it. like arrows, they'll embed themselves in whatever they hit, or cause grazing damage if they fly by the side.]

Dammit, no!

Xion! No!

*letting Bonten harry it for now; a long leap carries him to land between the Darkside and Xion and he kneels, one hand ready to release his aura, the other using the tip of One Becomes All to draw complex squarish symbols in golden light on the surface of the platform*

[GUESS WHO DOESN'T HAVE ANY LONG RANGED ATTACKS!

charging in for the old Darkside strategy of ATTACK THE ANKLES for now—]

[OH MY FUCKING GOD ;;;;;;;; sorry I that memory Roxas your life, he might be paralyzed in heartpunch from that but--]

--Xion--!

[WHIPPING OUT HIS KEYBLADE AND RUNNING LIKE FUCK TO SHIELD HER]

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