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)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

antreegonist

Why're you just sitting here?

*:T*

From:

twilight_boy

"It's what I did then. I couldn't do anything..."

From:

antreegonist

*gentle, but very firm*

You can't sit here forever, either.

From:

twilight_boy

"I... I know. I just... I can't just forget it."

From:

antreegonist

I'm not asking you to. Keep looking at me...

*taking both of his hands*

From:

twilight_boy

[you can feel his hands trembling in yours, but he doesn't look away] I killed you.

From:

antreegonist

A bad game, set up by a Persona to kill people no matter what anyone tried, killed me. And I came back.

From:

twilight_boy

You were... [a flash of Mithos's painful revival]

I should have argued against targeting knights. I should have known other teams would.

From:

antreegonist

*squeezes his hands in response to the flash*

There were no good decisions in that game, d'you understand? That's how it got built. She wouldn't bargain...she hurt people more because we tried.

From:

twilight_boy

Y-you're right. There was no okay way to do it. Except not putting all points on one team. No way were we gonna do that.

From:

antreegonist

So, c'mon. Obviously stuff needs to be fixed...people are still hurting...you're hurting too. But, this moment, we're alive, and living means moving on when you've got to.

From:

twilight_boy

I should be able to, shouldn't I? I've done it before.

From:

antreegonist

...don't forget about it, though. Don't forget things; learn from them.

Talk to me. What made it so much worse this time?

From:

twilight_boy

[Roxas's hands clench briefly] "I'm used to being the one it's okay to hurt. Because I'm connected to shady people. Or because I'm a stranger. I promised myself I'd never do that. But when I should have said we have to pick totally at random, what came out of my mouth was I wanted to protect Coral. So I didn't have any right to press.

"I'm just like them."

From:

antreegonist

. . . if you'd said you wanted to be totally impartial just to be fair, when you really wanted to protect Coral, you'd have regretted it too.

From:

twilight_boy

"That's the problem."

From:

antreegonist

You didn't make the lack of good paths.

From:

twilight_boy

"No. She did."

From:

antreegonist

Yeah.

But you still blame yourself?

From:

twilight_boy

"Yeah."

From:

antreegonist

Okay.

I won't tell you not to, because that's part of owning your decisions. But, if you want to do something about it, get up and come with me.

From:

twilight_boy

[Roxas nods. You can see his muscles move, like he's trying to get up... but nothing happens. He turns even whiter, if possible.]

"Why can't I? I want to!"