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: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

I'm aware. What happens when I vanish?

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

You might leave. Or you might go somewhere else.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

It's probably best if I don't worry you by continuing through this part of your heart.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

Then I suppose it's the mirror. Though I hope you'll be careful.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

There's no part of that life I'm afraid of.

It was nice visiting with you, Ariel. I hope you stay... Well.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

I really will try.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Please do.

[Would touch him. But that would probably just bruise him so he turns to the mirror and walks into it.]

fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[You enter what was a void only now it looks like how Sion left it. You're almost totally transparent.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

[Replying here because I like the header.]

...Did I go the right way?

Re: fuckin hell

[upmoving]

[So rude. But IDK man you seem to have found the NPC from the well, with his arm in a makeshift sling, currently curled up against a big fluffy dog on the rug next to the fire, asleep and clutching the note he was left. Sion left him still tipsy and he went right out as soon as he was left. But this sure isn't a typically original Ariel position to take.]

Re: fuckin hell

[royallyfuckedup]

[What the fuck is this and what do I do with it.]

[He kneels next to Ariel, watching him sleep. What is all this?]

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.]