@Cross

"I'm here"

Hello. :D

😛

Alright. I have a few questions to start off with.

I see

1. How materialistic would you say Shiro is?

On a scale of 1 to 5, I would say 2. She prefers to be well enough to be comfortable, but not the type of living in luxury.

Great

2. How strong would you say Shiro's sense of curiosity is?

1 to 5, I would say 5. Considering her background, she always wanted to see the bright outside world and what it had to offer.

Awesome!

Finally.

3. How eager would you say Shiro is to try new things?

Hmmm 1 to 5, it really depends on the situation. I would say that she is usually 3. Because while she is interested in trying new things., she isn't obsessive about it.

Great!

So, I have your flaw here.

Awesome.

Now, disclaimer. What is said here remains strictly confidential. :P.

I see that

You can allude to certain things during the course of the game.

But you will find that certain things are forbidden by the unspoken laws of the Grey City.

Hit me with the flaw, doc

Oh, no, I just meant I have the flaw you chose right here. XD.

To reference. :P

Ah xD

Starting now.

Time seems to slow down as you hear a horrific gurgling laughter ringing in your ears. The wind whistles past your face, droplets spraying on your cheeks from where the river collides with the pylons that hold the bridge aloft. For a moment, you are weightless. You are flying. For once in your life, you are truly free. Unbound by even gravity. It is a moment that stretches into what feels like minutes, but even this eternity is brief.

The first thing that hits you is how cold the river is as your face plunges into the water, as it rushes into your lungs and knocks the breath out of you. Your body launches into survival mode, but you've never learned to swim. You've never had to. Pain rushes through your body in that brief moment as you fight to remain conscious. But it is a fight that you will not win. Bubbles slip past your lips as you fade. And the world goes back.

When you come to, you're in another place entirely. As you pick yourself up off the floor, you feel it under your fingers. It is smooth, slick, damp with what feels like a faint layer of moisture and moss. It reminds you of the underside of the bridge, with the moss-covered stones and the faint smell of trash that wafts up from the polluted stream.

The only light that enters this room comes from the gap between two curtains ahead of you, an angry reddish-yellow brightness that falls in a single beam upon a stone pedestal. A small golden fruit levitates two inches above the pitted stone surface, glinting in the light as it slowly bobs up and down in the air. (edited)

Coughing as she stands up, she walks closer to see the fruit levitate. "W-what the... hell." She says quietly, trying to not be heard by anyone or anything that might be here in this room with her. she walks closer to the fruit which seems to be hung on nothing. She looks very perplexed about the situation, and her eyes roam all around the room to take in her general area. her hand touches the ground once more, to make sure this place is real and she isn't just in a dream of some kind.

To her dismay, she is in fact in 'reality' or at least another form of it of some kind. "Is there anyone here..?" She said loud enough to see if anything in the immediate area was alive or sentient. She walks even closer to the fruit, amazed by its ability to levitate in place. She observes its complexity to seem to defy gravity in wonder, "Just what happened to me, and what is this?" she muttered. (edited)

Only silence and the dull echo of your footsteps answer you as you clamber to your feet. A quiet breeze stirs through the room as the darkness around you deepens. The bottom hem of the curtains sway at the behest of the wind. The light pulses almost insistently from out of the corner of your eye and the fruit, no larger than a plump cherry, gleams ever so enticingly in the centre of your vision.

You turn your head to the breeze and you can hear voices in the ghostly whisper of the draft winding through the room, caressing your skin with its cool, dead touch. Desire to pick the fruit from its pedestal stirs in the pit of your stomach like a slimy worm twisting in your gut. It grows with every passing moment. (edited)

She looks around again closely, from her past with stealing from others she knows sometimes that there are traps and this might be no exception to that rule. Her eyes soon glued to still floating fruit and the desire to take it grows every second I get closer. She breathes in deeply and mutters to the fruit knowingly feeling stupid "Is there some kind of connection between you and I, mystery fruit? Is this some kind of cruel trap?" she begins to reach out to the fruit only touching it, in fear of it being some cruel joke.

"I hope that thing or whatever it was before didn't come with me" She said with a sigh, as she poked at the magically golden fruit. "I heard legends about golden fruits, but I thought they were just a myth" she chuckled.

Without your knowing, your fingers close around the small golden fruit. Its surface is covered in a slick, oily substance that stains your fingers, making them shimmer with a rainbow iridescence in the angry reddish-yellow light. You can smell the sweet, delectable scent of the fruit from this close, but at the same time you can feel a tarry black malice underneath its flesh, pulsing almost like the beating of a sinister, putrefied heart.

Your earlier desire to touch the fruit curdles into a twisted, horrid craving to eat it. (I'm having you make a roll here.)

== GAME TEXT ==

Make a Discipline or Cool check.

Hard difficulty, which means you're going to roll 3 difficulty dice.

And I'm giving you two setback and one boost dice for this one. (edited)

(Out of character) what is the command that you want me to use?

So your dice pool is currently ( )

Well, tell me which skill you're using, first. :P

Doesn't really matter you see, they are both 0, so I'll say cool

Oh. XD.

I see. So, that's three ability dice

Yep

!genesys

D1-C3 will now use genesys dice

So your roll will be !r g3 b1 p3 k2

!r g3 b1 p3 k2

(edited)

@Cross, results:

2 1

Oooh

I'm so boned

== END GAME TEXT ==

You regard the fruit for a moment. Your insides are in turmoil. Your conscience screams at you to stop, but your desires, twisted and growing with every passing moment, whispering a sweet siren-song in your ear, tell you to eat it. You want to. You know it's a bad idea. But you can't resist.

The eagerness, the joy, the ecstasy you can feel thrumming through the malice in the beating of the fruit's twisted heart is reflected in you as you bring it up to your lips. You roll it on your tongue before you bite down, the bittersweet tang flooding your senses. Viscous oil like honey drips down the back of your throat and settles into the pit of your stomach as white-hot glorious agony courses through your consciousness.

The curtains fly open, reddish-golden light streaming through the open window. Outside you see the scattered, broken remains of a city bathed in the light of a dying star. A sphere of reddish-orange light hovers in front of you, encircled by turning wheels of glittering gold covered with eyes that dart around with crazed enthusiasm. You hear a piercing cackling laughter that makes your ears bleed and turns your insides to mush as the dead star in the distance pulses and the world around you is consumed by blinding, burning, unfathomable light. (edited)

Before she collapses from the intense light and heat, she scrambles to speak "oh... no, no". Shiro now prone on the floor screams in agony from the light she barely got to see what happened to as everything lit up faster than she could perceive, her mind yells in agony'You idiot, you had one job. DO NOT TOUCH THE GLOWING DEATH TRAP!'. she tries to recall all that she could see of the city before she was blinded by the mega death ray of horrors she won't ever forget. Singed into her memories, unsure what all just happened and she slowly fades in and out of consciousness from the excruciating pain. (edited)

The sound of shattering porcelain jars you from your stupor. The agony dulls, and then disappears. Your eyes clear as the overhead light flickers. You hear a pop and watch as a nearby fluorescent lamp explodes, showering hot glass and sparks on the next door cubicle.

You are sitting at a desk. A computer screen stares you in the face, but it is dominated by static. The mouse and keyboard are unresponsive. At your feet is a broken mug. Steam curls lazily from the spilt contents. But the bubbling pitch that is oozing from the cracks in the mug is definitely not coffee.

You look up over the walls of the cubicle that you've woken up in. Each other one is the same story, save for the fact that they are devoid of any life. Each one has a computer screen regurgitating static. Each one has a mug of slowly bubbling pitch next to the keyboard. Each one has a binder and a sheaf of papers that is slowly oozing red ink like blood.

She checks for the blood on her side of her face, wanting to check if everything was real that she experienced, or if it was another fake incident. She is so unsure at this point that she looks around quietly trying to not draw any unwanted attention because everything seems to be against her at this point. She acts like she is doing work by randomly pressing keys and clicking the mouse a couple times, she observes the binder and thinks to herself 'Why is this a thing...' she looks at curiously as she acts her part. 'I'm done questioning what's going on, we are going to make the best of the situation.... and if that is blood, I'm probably going to be screwed like last time. Best to not touch it'.

She looks around for any potential weapons of any kind, anything to try to defend herself. 'Preferably a pistol, or some light handed weapon. This place is to dangerous to walk around basically naked. although what could I have done to demonic lord star thing with only a pistol?' She sighs, trying to gather as much as she could that might be useful for later 'encounters'. She later inspects the binder in her current cubicle. (edited)

A chill settles into the base of your spine as you try your best to make sense of the situation. You rummage through the drawers at your desk, but the most that you can find is a broken stapler, five thousand Chinese yuan, 57 British pence, and a vaguely phallic USB drive labelled "secret porn" with inky black fingerprints all over it. There is nothing in your immediate vicinity that even vaguely resembles a weapon, but you catch sight of what appears to be a set of wooden chairs in the lobby.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of the words "GET OUT" in the droning buzz of the static on your computer screen.

She pockets all the money because god knows when it might useful, and she looks at the usb drive. 'ah come on, why did I get the freaky person desk'. She puts the USB drive back into the drawer 'obviously its a secret and not one I want to be part of' she says in her mind, trying to keep as quiet as she possibly can. She glances up at the computer screen and begins to back away slowly out of her cubicle trying to make as little noise as possible. She stealthy dips in and out of each cubicle, checking each of its contents looking whilst also hiding.

Each cubicle is eerily identical, down to the strange flash drive in the drawer. Eventually, you come close to the lobby.

She tries to cling to the shadows, even in the lobby. Shiro observes everything in her immediate vicinity, trying to creep around even though it might not help her situation. She looks at the set off wooden chairs closely, seeing if there is anything unique or otherwise unworldly. (edited)

The chairs appear to be entirely normal, although there is no mistaking that they are cheap and mass-produced. A leg could serve as an impromptu club if need be. Your vision catches on the pair of double doors leading out of the room. Scrawled across them in bright red spray paint are the words "GET OUT."

Taking the time and making a club from the chair as quickly as possible, trying to leave the building in the quickest way possible 'if it was going to kill me, it would've already done so and by the looks of it. It's pissed off for some reason, rude.' she sighs as she takes the makeshift club and leaves out the double doors realizing that moving around all stealthy-like, isn't going to benefit her in this specific situation.

You push the doors open. As you slip out, you hear the sound of a bell tolling in the distance. The deep, sonorous bass notes make your body, your bones, your very soul tremble.

They swing out on well-oiled hinges. As you take your first steps out into a grey, lifeless city, into the driving ice-cold rain that scatters in droplets across the windows on the front of the office building, you know where you have to go: the crumbling edifice of the Cathedral that looms over the centre of it all.

(And Scene.)

:P

(Awesome) 😄