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notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
SHIFT Meme
WELCOME! There's been a lot of SHIFTing in this round, hasn't there? What if you were SHIFTed into another round, or another version of this round, or even one of the rounds in R7's backstory? Or....maybe somewhere else entirely??
Look no further than here! So sit back, tap into the morphogenetic field, and come on down! Your characters are the next contestants on...on wherever they end up! Oh boy!
| 1. The Ship of Blood Well, this one is familiar at least! But...who are all these people with you? Is that one of the Spardas? Wait-who's that guy with the fedora? You mean there are timelines where there are more rounds!? BOOOOOOOO! 2. The Home of Happiness and Horror Oh great, you're in Denton, Aka a soundstage where you are forced to kill one another in front of a live worldwide audience. Oh, and said audience gets a vote in who dies. Oh, and in some timelines, you randomly start singing! Or...wear full body costumes. It's weird. 3. ??? The Meme is ever-present. The Meme will not be contained. The multiversal clusters are vast and infinite. Perhaps you SHIFT into a previous game. Perhaps you SHIFT into a game as yet known. Or perhaps it is happening right now. Who knows, now...and what fate awaits you...? |
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Coward, hm?
[It's a space of a breath. In, and he is still standing on the stage, looking as prim and proper as ever.
Out -
And suddenly he is there in front of Ferdinand, those piercing blue eyes staring down at him even though they are practically face to face, the cold metal of a cane-blade that he Definitely did not have before pressing against his throat.]
As I said.
[His voice is firm, but...he never looks away. Like a spider looking upon their prey, watching and calculating.]
Like. Crushing. An. Ant.
[With each word, it's as if it's delivered from some great king or ruler, staring down with an impassive, disappointed stare - as if he had been judged and found completely, entirely unworthy.
Unworthy enough to not even be killed, but pitied like the loathesome creature someone so base would be.]
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That feeling... that oppressive aura. It's not completely alien to him, not at all. It's one that's pushed on him all his life. A series of betters, a series of disappointments. Things he had to pump himself up as better, more noble, more skilled through force of will alone to not be crushed by.
He feels like a child again under his father's judgement. A teenager challenging his future emperor and being humiliated without any real effort on her part. A young man looking up at the king he chose instead of was born under and knowing that this, this life of service, was all he would ever manage. That there could be purpose in being lesser.
All at once, a dozen times over. He chokes under it, years of what he thought was growth crumpling like papercraft under a cruel hand. He cringes back, trembling, and sits down.]
A...ah...
[Shame rushes over him like a wave, and as much as his pride demands he STAND UP he can't, his knees watery and weak. He almost wants to cry]
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And then -
It's gone. As if it never existed, but the light cut on his throat still remains - along with the old man, now smiling down kindly at him. He even extends a hand, placing it on Ferdinand's head like a grandfather would to his grandchild.]
There now, you see? That was not so difficult to do, Ferdinand von Aegir.
[A ruffle of his hair, and then it's removed.]
Youth can lead to such folly - but it is good to see you understand when it is best to still your tongue. I'll overlook it for now - but I expect you understand what will happen if you try to challenge me again, hm?
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In a moment of self awareness he hates it so much, but can't stop himself from nodding]
Yes. I... understand.