☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 2

[interdimanagers]

Who: Everyone in the last part of the log.
What: Everyone has a terrible night.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion, followed by a secret Pride laboratory.
Warnings: Violence, blood, and at least one murder. Vague gore. NPCs being unhinged in a threatening way, though it's possible to have your character avoid ended up in the ballroom if you don't want to see this mess.

☆I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE The bubble has burst. The chaos of the night’s violence has finally boiled over into something uncontrollable – blood has been spilt, screams have been heard. No matter where you are in the mansion, you know by now that something is acutely wrong. Multiple members of Pride have been hurt – possibly killed – and you may still have no idea why. Some will try to escape. Some will try to fight back. Yet, as any rebellion starts to descend, a piercing note - a melodic cry - will summon you towards the ballroom. It can be resisted, in part - but only as far as you find yourself frozen in place instead of moving forward, at least while this spell holds. It's drawing you to the source...if you follow it, maybe you can stop it. The compulsion is strong for members of both labels. The cry seems to echo long past its termination point, to be heard wherever you are. If followed, it will bring you to Naomi Rivers in the center of the ballroom, her expression creased with strain. Though you may desperately want to strike her, something intangible is holding you back. "No!" she shouts at any Virgo nearby. "It isn't done! You need to...you need to finish this!" She'll point desperately at the nearby Pride, rendered unable to flee. "Get them now!" You don't want to. "Do it!" The compulsion weighs heavily on you - for Virgo, to act, and for Pride to surrender themselves. All subtly has disappeared. This last effort is unconcealed and nearly hysterical. You feel yourself slipping beneath the soundwaves. Power rolls off of her, the energy thick in the air, like something you can taste and smell. You can't do this. "I command-" The fabric of space-time cracks like a peal of thunder. All at once, the spell shatters.

Comments

[losingherhead]

[Okay then. Fine. She can accept that. She won't exactly be happy, but at least it wasn't unnecessary. Or whatever his view of necessary is, which is a thought she quickly pushes aside. This is the lion's den. Its best not to aggravate the man.]

But she'll. Blames us. For what you did.

[Stupid stupid stupid.]

[interstellarnpcs]

She isn't so foolish as to put the blame on those under my command, but it wouldn't make a difference.

[He could go into the details of why, but he's not actually talking for the sake of being benevolent.]

[losingherhead]

I see.

[No changing her mind then. And Blanche probably wouldn't bother to be concerned in the first place. Especially since, from that talk, Lesedi seems to see Pride people as "hers" and Virgo people as "his". For all she knows, Blanche sees the world in a similar lens.

This is a cheery turn of events. How does she even talk to someone like that? She shouldn't even be trying to. She just wants to not die or be surrounded by death, for pete's sake.]

Don't waste us then.

[interstellarnpcs]

I don't intend to. I have been playing this game far too long, for that. Sometimes, however, only risks will reap the greater reward.

[losingherhead]

[Wow that's just super cheery too. Being part of someone else's game just sounds awesome. Seriously.

She can't, she won't say anything against him. Everything will work out for the best. It has to. Kido will be fine, Pride will be fine, the band will be fine... It'll all go back to normal, even if this... thing keeps going. There won't be anything to worry about. Eventually. Maybe.

She doesn't want to look at the body right now.]

Fair enough. Sir.