screwthatnoise

♥ v2

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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Let's go.

Okay.

[ PUSHING OPEN THE DOUBLE DOORS

Party don't start til we walk in ]

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! In fact, she waves.

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[Okay how do we get up there.]

[ ignoring Zwei yeah. Heading right for the stage, PRETTY SURE THERE WAS A WAY AROUND HERE ]

[Let's murdering adventures!]

YES, LET'S!

Towards the back of the stage is, in fact, a set of spiral stairs that will lead you to the balcony seating.

Zwei yells at the two of you.

"Hey!!"

[ NOPE, heading for the stairs, but carefully— watching the ceiling for any gross creeper threads that might dangle down from the darkness ]

[WATCHING NAOTO'S BACK LIKE A NINJA and not hesitating we are on a mission. A mission for murder.]

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There's a disgruntled 'click' sound from Zwei.

The threatre curtains immediately pull before you can ascend the stairs: there are dozens of people—all with faces you recognize. Is that a teammate? A close friend? They're all people of Aather, of course; people you talk to on a considerably regular basis.

But they're all grabbing for both of you, with rigid, inhuman movement, trying to stop you or slow you down.

[Oh no. Whatever will we do?]

[Stabbing someone who looks like Rider in the face and then slitting a Nia's throat.]

[Just like home.]

[ yyyyep I am definitely slicing people who look like people I know open with very little hesitation! This is almost nostalgic in the worst way possible! ]

The bodies land with dense thuds. There's no gore or carnage, so this is the short end of the stick of nostalgia for you two.

[I feel cheated. Not even some blood?]

[Well, continuing through whatever path we cut.]

[ I'm gonna be honest I prefer it bloodless then I can pretend none of this is happening still ]

[ PRESSING ONWARDS TOWARDS THE STAIRS ]

Up the stairs you go, where you end up, nobody knows.

Just kidding.

It leads you to a hall. The walls are covered with thick, red drapery. It's bright enough here that you can see the end of this hall, which isn't very long, but there isn't a door in sight. Just the draperies. And no sound from Zwei either.

...

[ it's probably more efficient here to cut down drapery instead of pushing it aside. Doing that with the closest! ]

[Yes let's check behind the curtains.]

Suddenly you hear Zwei's giddy voice. It doesn't come from a distinct location.

"You two really wiped the crowd out...! How cruel! So very, very cruel!"

First curtain: no Zwei.

"Familiar faces... do they do nothing but fuel your anger, your violence?"

Second curtain: still no Zwei.

"Is that how you get your sick kicks?"

There are quite a many curtains, and still no Zwei, but her voice continues.

"Haha, I could go on like that... but why don't we talk for a second?"

It's not until there's one last curtain left, and behind that one is a particular scene.

Of course, this is the balcony area of the audience—you have Zwei standing on the ledge of the rail, looking quite sure and comfortable of herself. A twisted grin is plastered on her face.

"Hmm?"

[ Just points his sword at her instead. No talking, but not attacking yet— cautiously approaching to see if she'll attack. ]

[Just steps a bit to the side, to whichever direction is not where Naoto would be swinging.]

She doesn't move to attack. She's simply standing on the ledge of the balcony rail, calmly. Well, relatively calmly, that grin on her face isn't going anywhere.

"Put that down. Let's reason this like proper adults should."

[Still edging closer, one eye on her, but keeping aware of the surroundings...]

[ ... steps forward and lunges, sword coming down very quickly— faster than he was moving before. ]

She leaps backwards off the balcony. Your sword catches the front of her cloak, and tears it. She's shouting upwards as she falls, very amused.

"Hahaha! What happened to you?!"

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