selfpreservationist | [RAVEN'S HEART GAME

The first thing you hear is the sound of rain faintly hitting the exterior of the house. The soft pitter-patter is almost soothing, in a way, but it’s quickly followed up by rumbling thunder in the distance. You open your eyes, and for a second all you see is a flash of light--at first it seems like it’s lightning, but then you see something. A vision of a man dressed in rags, hunched over, waves of demonic power rolling over him. He howls, and something terrible starts to grow out of him: the bloody roots of a massive tree. An immense wave of panic hits you, and you can’t move, you can’t speak, you can’t breathe--

And then it’s over. It’s over. You’re fine.

The sound of rain returns. (This time it’s definitely soothing, compared to what you just saw.) You’re standing in the foyer of a mansion, a wide open living room in front of you. The door behind you is faintly ajar, leading outside.

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[ that's okay.

the wall can have it.

turning her head, she looks around the room for any change, searching for where the click could have sounded from ... ]

You don't notice anything's changed.

[ huh.

lastly, then, she's moving to wataru's collage. ]

Wataru’s collage hangs above the bathtub in midair. As you approach, immediately you’re sprayed with glitter, and faintly you can hear someone say, “☆ Amazing~ ☆” in the background. The pictures are all moving, showing Wataru walking backwards on his elbows, or dancing, or his hair doing weird things. For some reason, there’s also a fire extinguisher, but the valve is broken.

Wataru's poem.

[ s

she can in fact not stop herself from letting out a little chuckle when the glitter sprays everywhere. sasuga. wataru would be proud.

having finished looking through the collages, she's moving over to the mirror to at least get some of the glitter out of her hair ]

The mirror is definitely… a mirror. I say this because while it reflects anyone in front of it, the scenery behind you is different. Instead of the bathroom, what you see is a vision of a beach, with dark murky water under an overcast sky. If you’ve ever been in Glory’s room, you’ll likely recognize the same scene. Faintly, you can hear water in the distance.

[ neat.

she'll just spend some time brushing glitter out of her hair as if it is not some x50 futility in her case

dante must die mode, if you will

after that though she is going over to the tub, just to examine it. ]

The bath looks like it's been filled with a bath bomb. The water is murky and dark and glittery. There’s soap and a towel hanging nearby for you to use.

[ will glitter (water) cancel out glitter (air)

she doubts it, but she'll at least wash her hands in the tub and see how it goes. ]

Unfortunately, glitter + glitter = more glitter.

You can wash your hands, but no no matter how hard you dry yourself off later, there’s a thin sheen of glitter plastered to your skin.

[ well!

at least she doesn't mind. the glitter, that is.

she washes her hands for a good while and dries them a while longer before accepting that she is just glittery forever now and head on out. ]

Where would you like to go?

[ door 3 time ]

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