Kirumi Tojo's Palace | The Ultimate Maid's Failures

[kandata]

By now everyone may be used to find themselves in bizarre locations, between going into palaces and visiting Nekyia. It might not come as a surprise that it has happened again.

What might come as a surprise, though...is how empty this place is.

All around you there's nothing more than a large, gray, featureless expanse. In the distance there seem to be bars, curving upwards to gather so, so high above you, possibly hundreds of miles above, so high it’s hard to distinguish.

It’s a cage. So unfathomably large. You could escape, were you to get to the edges of the cage, but...it would take forever. No matter how you look at it, you're trapped. The atmosphere is so...hopeless. Devoid of anything even remotely positive.

Not that you want to hang around for long, do you? After all, this is someone's palace. Not a place to stick around at. What to do, though?

It’s all so...empty. Silent. Featureless. A flat expanse of hard gray tiles.

Gather together, everyone. Gather and choose a direction. North, East, West, South. All directions look completely identical, but could it affect your time in this place, somehow? Probably not. But all treks start with the first step. Perhaps, if you get moving, you'll progress?

Comments

[imperiosity]

[oh my god

His aggro was directed at Monokuma (for all the good that would do at the moment), but I guess it can be directed to Shalem now?? This is fine.

With that said, while his gaze goes straight to the other man the moment he’s smacked on the shoulder, he doesn’t attack because he already used his action this round that’s not quite enough to get him to attack an ally, even in his enraged state.]

The hell was that for!? You got a problem with me breaking this whole bullshit set up?

[prozaic]

[Shalem just smiles at him. Completely without fear, this one.]

Just making sure you're not going to hurt yourself or another. The bear is watching, after all. Let's not give him what he wants.

[imperiosity]

[Shalem’s smile doesn’t really register besides pissing him off just a little bit more because let’s face it, just about anything would at this point!!]

You’re gonna be the one getting hurt if you don’t get out of my face and stop patronizing me, dickwipe. So how about you go take your goddamn nanny act and shove it up your ass!

[ah, teenagers(????).]

[prozaic]

[Shalem smiles wider! He's prepped to jump on Aaron if needed!

He's just mostly amused, this is like the thumping of an angry bunny.]

[imperiosity]

[kicks shalem in the nuts (15)



Okay no I’m not using my 15 for that. But what he does do is throw a punch, or like, attempt to because this is when Yi Sang’s Energy Shower hits and snaps him out of it. Even so, inertia demands that he keeps going even if he’ll make an effort to pull back (11), so it wouldn’t be hard for Shalem just move away or tank the hit.]

[prozaic]

[He's just tanking that because lol. Actual rpg tank.]

Keep going if that makes you feel better. [Even if he knows Yi Sang's spell has now kicked in.]

[imperiosity]

[It definitely hits with more force than a friendly nudge, but it's not hard enough to leave a bruise even if people weren't throwing heals around like confetti. He shoots the flattest look at the Shalem for that line though.]

For real, dude? Don't tell me you're a masochist, too.

[prozaic]

Not in the slightest.

[Now that Aaron seems to be done, he starts to brush himself off.]

I simply trained to take hits well and ignore as much pain as possible. [As evidenced by how much padding-- muscle-- he has on himself.] Thus, better me taking the blows than any companion who may have a weaker, softer body.

[imperiosity]

[...Man, why does he keep running into these types. He doesn't think Shalem is anything like the guy he knows from home, but running over to shield people with their body is at least one thing they can have in common.

So while the rage is gone, he is somewhat agitated, even if it isn't the violent kind.]

Then don't go turning yourself into a punching bag for no reason. How the hell's that supposed to make anyone feel better, anyway?