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?

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[emptyself]

[ rage is not a fun emotion for soujuurou. but as some others have already noticed better than him, it's an emotion that seems to fit him like a glove. but at least, in those times, he was still himself enough to be able to make calculated risks. this time, it's like seeing red. there's no strategy, there's no plan, there's only a desire to attack.

he attacks again, blindly throwing another punch at the ultimate maid (16)-- and immediately feels the effects from it. he twists his body and jumps away from the battle with movements as smooth and automatic as a well-oiled machine, but from the way that his arm hangs limply at his side and the sleeve of his sweater is now red with blood, it's clear that he took massive damage right back.

he raises his one good arm, as if preparing to have to simply defend himself with one arm. ]