[Well. He passed the game before, so he's kind of just standing here like :man_standing: while most others experience the horrors. This sure is a pickle.
In any other situation he would just go "okay nice talking bye" and just walk out, but this is a palace after all. Exiting can't be that simple. With the only way out being forward, Sou musters his courage to keep a sense of calm while he speaks.]
Great! Let's play it then. We can go back and forth with a deck of cards, and the person who messes up first loses. As far as the loser goes, I know you'll do the whole punishment thing if I lose, but if you lose then you cooperate with us. How's that sound?
Fuck it. He's using 'heart of the cards' to try and figure out which to pick, based on the odds he gets from the cards. He can do math on the fly, he'll figure if that means higher or lower.]
[Even though the answer is obvious-and he doesn't have to use odds to figure it out- he will still carefully consider the deck before speaking. He has to keep the act up, after all.]
[He seems more shocked that he lost than anything. At least, at the beginning.]
Nonono, this isn't supposed to happen!
[And then there's the crushing weight and darkness...whatever Sou sees, his eyes widen in fear as his breathing picks up. He doesn't seem to be in pain, just afraid.]
[Well, seems like beating Atem's face in will have to wait, if this usually-quiet kid is speaking like this after screaming. Shalem approaches casually, but his steps are quiet.]
[Shalem gives a big sigh. Buddy, don't swing that around when you can't even see who's right in front of you. He immediately reaches for that wrist to hold it fast (12), just so he doesn't get shanked. He's only just recovered, let's not stab him and send him back into his own penalty game, or worse, revert him back to a useless coward.]
Breathe deep, and calm down. You've shown your hand easily-- you're being too impulsive. Have a plan, before you even attempt something like this.
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In any other situation he would just go "okay nice talking bye" and just walk out, but this is a palace after all. Exiting can't be that simple. With the only way out being forward, Sou musters his courage to keep a sense of calm while he speaks.]
So...can I pick the game this time?
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Do you truly want to play a game with me?
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Do you know how to play high-low?
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Even a child knows that game.
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Then let's play... You first, Sou.
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[The first card he draws is a 3!]
I'll say higher.
[And look, he draws a 6.]
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[And viola! It's the Four of Clubs.]
Your turn.
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Higher.
[10 of hearts.]
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Lower.
[He closes his eyes as he draws the Eight of Spades.]
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[Right in the middle...
Fuck it. He's using 'heart of the cards' to try and figure out which to pick, based on the odds he gets from the cards. He can do math on the fly, he'll figure if that means higher or lower.]
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[Something is off.]
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I'm putting my trust in the cards. It's the only way for me to truly win.
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Alright... then show me what you got, Sou.
[It sounds like bullshit, but he'd something just like this too, and absolutely mean it.]
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[Unfortunately his odds are 50/50, so he has to guess.]
Lower.
[And he draws a 4 of hearts.]
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[The next card is the King of Hearts.]
The Suicide King, eh? ... I guess we know what you're choosing next.
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...lower.
[And he draws the queen of clubs. A close call.]
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[Though as discussed on Discord, Sou eventually loses the game!
Atem is a smug bastard about it too.]
Looks like you didn't believe in your cards enough. Well, Sou, it was fun, but you finally lost.
[He lifts a single finger, points it at Sou's forehead.]
You know what happens next.
Penalty Game!
[The room distorts and darkens... It's hard to breathe...]
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[He seems more shocked that he lost than anything. At least, at the beginning.]
Nonono, this isn't supposed to happen!
[And then there's the crushing weight and darkness...whatever Sou sees, his eyes widen in fear as his breathing picks up. He doesn't seem to be in pain, just afraid.]
No, don't hurt her! You promised!
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[May as well help the illusion along...]
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He's not screaming anymore, but his voice is dripping with malice.]
So that's how it is, is it? We came here to help you, and you kill innocent people for it?
You're going to regret this.
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How will you do that?
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Breathe deep, and calm down. You've shown your hand easily-- you're being too impulsive. Have a plan, before you even attempt something like this.
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