COURT: Heart Game!

[upmoving]

[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]

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Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[What do you do Tristan, all this fluff doesn't seem to match this side of Ariel at all, and this NPC at least has clearly been moved and tampered with. Someone else is Helping.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

[Someone else sure is. He gently pries the note from the kid's hand to read what it says, frowning.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[Look at all the nice things it says. Helping.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

[The fuck is going on here. He tucks the note back into the kid's hand and then. Looks around. Not sure what to do here.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[It seems pretty nice. There's not a lot to make it nicer, but you could mess it up I suppose.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

[No... Perhaps he'll just wake up the kid.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[He wakes up kind of groggily, rubbing his eyes. The dog watches you, relaxed for now.] ...Hmm? Tristan?

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

Yes. What happened...?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

We made a place. [He seems a little out of it. Loopy. I wonder why.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

...Who is we? And what happened to you?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

A pretty person. He helped. But I drank something bad too.

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

Did he make you drink it? How did he... Help?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

No. He was nice. We found the part that wanted to kill me and got rid of it. [Which... evidently he thinks is a good thing, although he seems kind of distantly confused about that. There's no sadistic glee, it's just kind of a typical childlike "hooray we got the boogeyman", only he knows it's a part of himself, even if he was afraid of that part, so he's still not sure that was entirely a victory.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

...Got rid of it how?

[This is very bizarre.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

Set it on fire!

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

What...?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

So now it's gone. We made this instead. I got a dog and I won't kill it because it's soft.

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

I... That's good. You shouldn't kill it.

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

I won't! It knows to sit and come here and lie down.

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

...Ah. Of course.

[Ariel would like that. This is so weird.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

Mm. I like it here. It feels warm. [He pats his dog, which licks him. And he makes a face about that because ewwwww slobber. But he settles back down against it anyway, he just rubs his face a lot.] But it's strange too.

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

...How is it strange?

[Kneeling next to him, reaching over to pet his hair.]

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[He leans into it, because this Ariel is still perfectly attached to Tris and heart-mangling aside very much likes attention in general.] This place was empty. But then there was stuff in it, after we woke up, and he told it to be warm, so it was. But "I"'ve never had a warm place before.

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

No... I don't suppose you have. This is very different from what you're used to... How do you like it?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

It's confusing. I like it... Uhm. Me? This part. But, for "Ariel", it's... scary.