Night 58: Grand Ballroom

[witchdetective]

[ from here ]It was just yesterday that Erika had thrown herself into this strange place for what should have been the last time, but she was already back. She might have been more upset about the fall, which certainly wouldn't do her aching body any good, if she hadn't perfected her "talent" of falling right on top of Sync each time they

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[ran_on_empty]

"Ugh..." At this point he was sure that someone, anyone, was doing this on purpose. Sync couldn't count the number of times he found himself flat on his stomach, that unmistakable weight sprawled on top of him without any regard of the fact that he could actually hurt her if he wanted. Not one to let people get away with their smugness, especially not this often, the God-General lifted his leg and pressed the heel of his boot against the back of Erika's head before shoving just hard enough to let her topple back over if she was close to standing

[witchdetective]

"OW!"

It seemed like her advantage of suddenly being unable to feel pain was restricted by touching flesh or something organic, because the feeling of a boot shoving the back of her head and making her lose her balance was very painful. The girl collapsed on the floor and struggled uselessly for a bit, looking very much like an awkward turtle until she finally regained herself and managed to stand. Her humiliation, though only witnessed by one person, was making her face burn as she choked and stamped her foot down angrily (which was a stupid action, since it only jarred her bones and made it hurt more"What the hell are you doing?! It's not my fault your stupid self keeps falling underneath me!" Erika spat, so she naturally ignored Sync's invitation to "theorize" what was behind the door. For one, she already did that. And she didn't want to waste time coming up with ideas for a place that she had absolutely no clues to form a basis on. Until they actually stepped inside, Erika had nothing to go by. Not even a number of required

[ran_on_empty]

[To here.]

[falseblack]

[From here.]

It seemed that the more individuals caught up in the ring's powers, the roughier the trip became. At least, that was the case to Nigredo. Fortunately, preparation allowed him to again land on his good feet, allowing the child to rise without wondering if his stitches had come undone.

A pity stitches were the least of his worries at the moment.

[purpletaint]

There existed multiples for Albedo to react to. Multiples of issues that had formed within this scenario and none of them given a chance to breathe within. Nigredo issued his ultimatum before the middle Variant could think to fume and fuss, and the waves moving between them served to show just how serious Nigredo was. Albedo grabbed for his sleeve before Nigredo used the ring, the floor rolling away beneath him. Twice in one night, this sensation had came, and the second time it was no better. Finding solid surface underneath, he took a shaky step to stabilize him, head spinning. Something lurched behind his eyes, and for a moment he wasn't sure if it was the reaction to this, or a building residue of something close to rage.

Klavier.

Albedo's eyes focused and narrowed on the man, but the child made no move towards him. Something that had no right to exist, no right at all to be near him, near Nigredo, or even Ritsuka, who likely had had no contact with Klavier's sickness before this. Which led one to question why the man had taken

[rocksthecourt]

There was a pause as everyone seemed to assess one another. It couldn't have lasted more than a second, but it somehow felt much longer than that. Had the boy -- Ritsuka, was it? -- not spoken up, Klavier may have thought time itself had paused to take in the situation. Unfortunately, he was not granted any more than that brief instance to absorb the situation before Nigredo said something and promptly punched a nearby wall. That alone was odd... but in that moment, the world shifted around him and was hit with a familiar wave of nausea. He stumbled a step as he tried to regain some sense of stable footing underneath him, unconsciously gripping Yomi's hand a little harder as a sort of anchor

[she_is_ruin]

Yomi wouldn’t lie to herself and claim others’ discontent didn’t bring her pleasure, at least not anymore. It did.

The threads drawing together the people around her had gotten just a little more snarled because of her actions, and that knowledge allowed her to smile through the abrupt jump from hallway to glittering ballroom. So they were using one of those rings, were they? The physical backlash turned her stomach, but it wasn’t the same sharp pain the memories brought on and she was able to shake it off relatively quickly.

You’re here now. Looks like you’re investigating what’s down here after all. The basement wasn’t high on her agenda, but it also wasn’t low, either; she could make do with this situation. She felt better than she had since breakfast. Good enough to carry her through the night, maybe