[closed] Karma is a cruel mistress

[thornythaumaturge]

Characters: Rose Egbert and all her little victims.
Setting: All around the Tower, forward dated to between the 22nd and the 27th
Format: Prose to start, but either is accepted.
Summary: Puzzle murders here, puzzle murders there. Nobody is escaping without at least getting maimed. Threads will start being added for each puzzle after the 22nd.
Warnings: Character death. Character maiming. Specific warnings will be added as necessary.

22nd - John Lalonde/Jade Strider
23rd - Dave Strider
23rd - Eridan Ampora
23rd - Rei Ayanami
25th - Samus Aran
25th - John Egbert
25th - Rosa Ushiromiya
26th - Rose Strider
27th - Kyuubey
27th - David Lalonde

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[restitchtime]

Rose had been piecing herself back together since her resurrection, looking for a reason why she should even consider leaving her dorm room. There hadn't been anything particularly surprising revealed by her torture, nothing she hadn't known deep down in her heart, but the confirmation that for all her struggles to overcome her mountain of personal defects she was still a piece of shit had hit a lot harder than she'd ever admit to anyone. What was the point in trying to do anything when everything she touched folded in on itself like a house of cards?

And then she'd remembered that Rosie was still prowling the tower. It wasn't something she could dismiss like the other rational excuses to get out of bed because she knew just how horrible that girl was. She ought to - after all, she was her. And she knew that she'd promised to stop her if she'd gone on killing.

Rose Strider may be a lot of things, but she wasn't one to break promises.

It hadn't taken too long to locate the psychotic Egbert with the help of time clones. She stepped quietly into the room as the other girl admired her work (it almost made her want to gag) and situated herself between the spellbook and Rosie. This was going to be a fair confrontation and she was determined to keep it that way.

Slowly and deliberately she pressed one of the Stitches in Time to Rosie's neck, shades glinting in the only hint of an expression on her face. She won't hesitate to slash open the girl's throat because she knows that it won't kill her; if she wanted to make this talk that much more painful for herself, well, that was her call.

"Glad to hear it, because this is the end of the line."