selfpreservationist | [RAVEN'S HEART GAME

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[RAVEN'S HEART GAME - SESSION THREE]

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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"Whatever you say! I gotcher back, so don't leave me hanging!"

The bird flaps into the air and for a second you smell a whiff of ozone and then--BOOM, lightning strikes the ground in multiple spots, paralyzing the tendrils that are wrapped around you, allowing you to move freely. More rise up to try and grab you, but so long as you keep moving, you can dodge them.

The large, hulking figure makes a displeased noise.

[ she forges ahead, not stopping—she's going for the sword cane, since—that's Raven's, isn't it? shouldn't it be hanging in the living room? ]

You manage to dive towards the sword, but abruptly you're blocked in your path by a spinning crystal. The crystal shoves you back right when you're about to reach the sword, and you hear the bird behind you.

"That thing...! What a headache! It's there ta protect this old bastard and keep us from layin' a finger on him."

The large, hulking figure just laughs.

“SUCH FOOLISHNESS.”

How do I get rid of it—

"We gotta get to the sword! I'll try distracting him! HEY, BIRDBRAIN! Wait, that's not a good insult coming from me, is it--"

Maybe just try "jerkass"—

[ she's going to dart the opposite direction, then, if this is a distraction tactic, and try and split this ??guy's?? attention—and double back for the sword-cane once it seems like it's working.

she can be unobtrusive, right? she's good at that. ]

"Jerkass, I like it! How ya feel about barbecue, jerkass!?"

The bird cackles, and more lightning strikes hit roots, clearing the path for you. You have obtained a cane sword! The large hulking figure waves a hand, and you notice that the tendrils that are rising now are bigger than the ones that were trying to grab you before--and these ones have sharp, jagged points at the end that look like they'd be nasty to be stabbed with. But they all appear to still be recovering from the lightning paralysis, so you aren't hindered currently.

[ okay well— ]

Let's get out of here, friend!

[ and also she has two hands. she can use two swords with two hands in cutting her way out if need be. ]

It's at this point that the large hulking figure decides to do something about the bird that's been zapping him. With another wave of his hand, one of the spiked tendrils leaps into the air and knocks the bird with a harsh tearing noise--the spike definitely took out part of his wing. You hear a loud squawk.

"BIRD DOWN BIRD DOWN--"

But there's little you can do about it at the moment, yourself, as you're abruptly hindered by an escape route... by one of the spikes stabbing you straight through the leg, and then using the momentum to pull you towards the throne, instead of away. The large, hulking figure laughs, and you feel it echo in your very chest.

“SUCH FEEBLE ATTEMPTS... I WILL NOT EVEN ENJOY CRUSHING YOU.”

Nnh—

[ this might as well happen.

she grits her teeth, and just like, ignores him, at this point, trying to stab through the roots into the ground as an anchor. ]

Are you still there—?

I'm sorry, if I can't do this.

You stab at the tendrils almost automatically, like your mind has reverted only to instinctual response, and the only thing you know you have to do is survive. With all of your strength, you manage to avoid being stabbed again, and knock away or pin every tendril. Nearby, you hear the bird struggling.

"Aw, come on, sweet cheeks, don't you give up now!" The bird croaks as it tries to stay alight. "I won't hear it! If we're going out, let's go out in a blaze of fire, ya hear me?? Who's... ready... for some... FRIED JERKASS???!!!"

With a final burst of energy, the bird brings down a massive column of lightning, bright enough to blind anyone looking at it directly, and you feel the energy surge through you as well...! The large, hulking figure roars in pain, and when the lightning and fire recedes, you see what was once the figure burnt to a crisp, barely alive. It groans, and you see before you a clear path to finish it for good.

[ well, shit—

she steels herself, still bleeding, and then sweeps ahead, swords brandished, to strike the figure on the throne down, both swords driven through his chest. ]

As you land, the howl of defeat is almost deafening, and you can hear the sizzling and cracking as its body starts to break down.

“IMPOSSIBLE...!”

But it's too late. The large, hulking figure explodes in a massive spray of blood and viscera (and barbecue). The tendrils it was using all sizzle and collapse. For a moment, there's nothing but silence and smoke.

And then--

"FUCK YEAH!!!!!!" The bird whoops.

Auuuuugh...

[ gross??

she wipes some blood and viscera off of... her face... before thanking her helper. ]

Ah—thank you, friend. I couldn't have done it without you.

The bird comes over and perches on your shoulder.

"Heh heh heh, yer welcome. Nice ta have someone appreciate me for once! You, uh, you good there?"

Just—well, I think I can walk it off, mostly.

[ although she like

spits out some blood—mostly not hers—and heaves a long sigh. ]

I think I know where this goes, too.

"Ya think? I dunno if I can follow ya after this, I took a few hits myself..."

He makes some sad trilling noises.

...you could ride on my shoulder?

"Heh, much as I'd like to, I feel like I'd only drag ya down. So go on, I'll be fine. Uh, and uh, before ya go, could you uh... could you... scratch my head?"

...of course.

[ she works her fingers into the feathers for some nice bird skritches. ]

Not everyone has to be useful all the time, you know, though. You're an honorable veteran.

Happy bird trills!!

"Ehehehehe...! This makes our victory all the sweeter!"

Stay well, all right?

Ah, and to whom do I owe the honor of doing battle alongside?

"You too! The name's Griphon. I'm just a memory, but a damn fine one if I do say so myself."

Well met, Griphon. And thank you.

[ she'll put the cane-sword back in its scabbard, and sketch Griphon a bow. ]

I'll take my leave then; be well.

[ and with that, she will head back up the trapdoor to the cellar. ]

[RAVEN'S HEART GAME - SESSION THREE]

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