♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

YOU CAN.

You open the doors to the sight of a grandiose theatre.



It's bright, the curtains are pulled, and not a single seat in the audience is occupied.

This time there is a new tune playing for you.

Seated at one of the high balconies is a figure wearing a red, hooded cloak. You can't see her face, because of the shadows, and maybe because she's kind of far up there, but she has a wide grin.

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

-- Is that you ... ? Zwei!

Re: underground

[copyking]

[ something tells me it's not santa claus

turning to Aomine, holding his hand tight ]

... we found her.

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

Her laughter rings out from where she's comfortably seated. She pulls out a pair of theatre goggles and looks down at you two, leaning one hand on the railing. She calls down.



"Oh! You two made it! Welcome—! ♥"

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

[ he squeezes Kise's hand, nodding at him before his gaze centres back on Zwei ]

Now come the fuck down here so we can kick your ass.

Re: underground

[copyking]

Or are you going to stay up there? You said you'd enjoy the show, didn't you.

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

"Hmmm~ Hehehe... I admit, I'm more of a director. I like to see my shows take life in forms of those I want to see suffer. I can't simply partake or watch from the seat of an ordinary audience. But if you two would like to put a show on for me, from where I am, I wouldn't mind..."

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

We're not actors and this isn't some goddamn play. Get down here.

Re: underground

[copyking]

If you want a show then make us play one. You aren't giving us a script.

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

Zwei sets her theatre goggles aside and claps briefly.



"Okay! Very well, very well! Actor A is to grab Actor B by the throat and throttle him until his face turns purple. Actor B struggles and fails to stop Actor A. Turned on by the disgusting face Actor B makes when he dies, Actor A then stabs himself... How is that?!"

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

-- How about fuck no!

Re: underground

[copyking]

That's more morbid than I thought...

Forget about the script, just come down here!

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

"Hmm... I'm such a kind host, I suppose I'll come down...!"

She stands up and disappears into the back of the balcony. It's silent for a moment.

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

[ ...

looks ... at Kise ]

-- Uh, can you fight?

Re: underground

[copyking]

Er. . . Well, I've been looking at people who can fight?

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

Is that the same?

Re: underground

[copyking]

It's the best I have right now! Can you fight?

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

No ... !

Re: underground

[copyking]

I -- don't think I can copy any of that.

Huh, maybe we can break the seats and use them.

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

[ ... let's see if i can kick the back off a chair before Zwei comes down ]

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

I.

Yes. The seating is very old, but. You should be able to kick the back off of a chair. You do that. Zwei hasn't come around just yet, you have another second of peace. And a piece of that chair.

Re: underground

[copyking]

[ GOING TO TRY TO KICK THE BACK OFF ANOTHER CHAIR TOO, MORE WEAPONS ]

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

[ AW YEAH

wielding that chairback!!1 ]

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

The theatre light flickers—then fades out. It's dark now.

Immediately the curtains on the stage pull apart, and bright lights shine on the stage, revealing the familiar cloaked Zwei... and a blindfolded Echo, who is seated on a wooden chair. Her wrists and ankles have been bound to the chair; her body seems stiff, almost rigid. Zwei takes one hand through the bound girl's hair. In her other hand is a knife.



"Here I am~! ★ I thought I'd make it fun by dragging her over. See how nicely she bleeds?"

Zwei grabs her hair and yanks her head back—no response. She then slides the knive over her neck, bringing forth a dark red line that spills blood onto the girl's dress.

Re: underground

[selfdefeater]

[ -- and immediately he's heading for the stage, chair back in hand ]

Don't you fucking dare touch her anymore --!