Let's Play A Murder (
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letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:07 am
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Fifth trial
[Just as you believe you’ve gathered enough to make a case, the sky crackles a hazy red.]
Enough! Enter the arena at once!
[There’s a change in Typhon’s tone. The bluster of his usual pride replaced with a more tangible frustration. Like the thunder he summons, his rage punctuates every word.
That matter aside, all the survivors eventually return to the arena. The mood is dour, not helped by the surrounding. For the first time, this place was a fresh murder scene; bloodstains and scorch marks continue to stain the stones. It seems that there just wasn't time to remove Ferdinand's body from the scene. So it remains, impaled on his own spear, left to fill the void of Ferdinand's absence from the surviving party in the worst way.
Again, a rift opens beyond the barrier, and Typhon forces his head through.]
You know why you are here, do you not? Now, go! Complete your task, find the culprit or die trying!
[TRIAL START]
Enough! Enter the arena at once!
[There’s a change in Typhon’s tone. The bluster of his usual pride replaced with a more tangible frustration. Like the thunder he summons, his rage punctuates every word.
That matter aside, all the survivors eventually return to the arena. The mood is dour, not helped by the surrounding. For the first time, this place was a fresh murder scene; bloodstains and scorch marks continue to stain the stones. It seems that there just wasn't time to remove Ferdinand's body from the scene. So it remains, impaled on his own spear, left to fill the void of Ferdinand's absence from the surviving party in the worst way.
Again, a rift opens beyond the barrier, and Typhon forces his head through.]
You know why you are here, do you not? Now, go! Complete your task, find the culprit or die trying!

cw vore (deserved)
But she is also a monster whose power is immense, whose ascension to monsterhood has only been repeated three times in known history. She's let nobody see her at her sharpest, not until now. And she's hungry.
A salvo of ribbons from her skirt and her "body" rushes at Typhon, avoiding the attacks of the others, aiming for the marks on his body, razor sharp, eager to rip him apart. Even if she can't claim the victory herself, she's taking a piece of him. ]