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- [au2] rin matou,
- [ou] axel,
- [ou] caster (tamamo),
- [ou] felix (golden sun),
- [ou] guy cecil,
- [ou] jungo torii,
- [ou] legolas,
- [ou] mami tomoe,
- [ou] meiling hong,
- [ou] momo mizrahi,
- [ou] nesir aeser,
- [ou] saber (alter),
- [ou] sayaka miki,
- [ou] sheba (golden sun),
- [ou] shion uzuki,
- [ou] urotsuki,
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Little Finger
Characters: characters participating in the Little Finger game
Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings
ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search
Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice.
Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.
Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.
Round Three
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Round Four
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Round Five
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Round Six
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Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings
ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search
Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice.
Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.
Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.
Round Three
has not yet started
Round Four
has not yet started
Round Five
has not yet started
Round Six
has not yet started
ROUND ONE MINGLE
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She stands a little ways away from the woman, walking away from her and looking around.]
Eh... Don't tell me. This is a dream, right?
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If it is, then we're both having it.
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A dream, or something using dreams as a means to manifest.
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... At least, if this truly is the administrators' doing. She might just be going insane.
Best not to think too much on that.
Gruesome the task might be - looking for a woman's fingers - experience has taught her that it's better to play along than try to resist in these "games." And so she begins to explore, scanning the ground in front of her as she walks.]
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[Roomie-knight is looking out for you~]
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Any luck so far?
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Awfully thorough, aren't you... Do you mind having an extra set of eyes around?
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Looking around, she's not quite sure where to begin. There are lots of people here - definitely more than six. How is this going to work...? "If you don't, you'll never be able to wake up again." She remembers that much from the note, but of course, in the note there was only one finger missing...
She takes a breath, glancing from person to person. She wants to try to read their minds - but no matter how much she tries, she doesn't hear anything. That's frustrating... she'll just have to speak if she wants to get information from someone.
But how much information could anyone here actually have?]
Does... anyone know what will happen... if...
[She can't quite get the words out, and she's a little ashamed of how shaky her voice is right now.]
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[She has a true Tower veteran's sense of fatalism. She isn't... visibly scared but clearly uneasy.]
It rarely ever does. Especially since it's a Ruana month...
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Timeskipping ahoy!
Re: Timeskipping ahoy!
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You shouldn't think about that! Once you find one, you won't have to worry at all. Right?
It's okay, just try as hard as you can.
[She knows very well that this place will probably find a way to keep everyone from making it out, but it's better to stay calm and keep thinking positively. Surely they can find something... right...?]
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[Caster shakes her head, crossing her arms and hugging herself. This is a creepy, likely dangerous game, and she wanted out of here as quickly as possible.]
If you're lucky, you might end up being one of the six, though.
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So once this debacle had started, he had just assumed that trying to set things straight was going to have to be put off. That is, until he spotted her in this strange grouping. He might as well try it now...]
Sheba? I'm...
[He just frowns, looking very depressed and guilty. "Sorry" seemed like such a hollow word right now...]
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Knowing how the tower is, he suspected horrible things may happen if they don't search.]
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[Sayaka's smiling and gives him an almost jaunty wave, but there's an undercurrent of unease to her - a tense set to her shoulders that betrays herself.]
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There's a lot of people here, so he's not alone, clearly. He's also completely unused to the strange things the tower does, so he stands there awkwardly and looks around before.]
Hm...this fog doesn't look good.
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Well, this looked like what he had imagined while reading the story. How bizarre. Legolas hadn't been here long enough to know what they could do with the dreams of the tower residents and since he didn't sleep, it was infinitely more strange.
For now, there was nothing to do but explore, learn what he was dealing with.]
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She had completely dismissed that note. She hadn't even mentioned it to Allen. And now she might be stuck in some stupid dream...
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And now she was here, stuck. "Urgh who do be caring about some woman's lost fingers."
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This was irritating.]
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What weird magic. [ Immediately she says upon making her way to Saber's side. ]
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can I steal that icon?
yes, of course B)
thanks~
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But at the behest of dream-logic, she knows where to go, what not to do - or rather, what's a bad idea to do. The fog is bad. Don't go too far in it. Try not to go in it at all, actually. There is an old woman waiting just over here, and she needed to hear what she said and agree to do it - it was an inevitability that she didn't bother questioning. Sayaka starts to recover a little something of her lucidity while running her fingers through the damp, muddy grass, hoping touch might reveal what she's not sure sight will be much good for. Presently, she stops and looks around, as if seeing the other people for the first time.]
...Huh. I'm getting kind of a déjà vu vibe, all of a sudden.
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[Lancer is walking around, making a note of who is here and who isn't.]
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He turns away from the fog eventually, and instead gives everyone around him a sullen, irritated glare.]
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