a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

Comments

[strawsandals]

Sound? But I don't know what these do.

[ ...And yet.

He's going to press one of the buttons. It's presumably a good one?? (14) One that probably idk provides a nice bass boost. Bass boosted snek. ]

[unweathered]

[ Good work Yoon!! Headpatting regardless of whether or not the shadows appreciate it]

[townmusician]

[The shadows absolutely don't appreciate it, and they can tell that neither of these two actually know what they're doing or that they're supposed to be doing this.]

If you don't stop, we'll have to detain you.

[Though it already seems like the shadows are shifting into more monstrous forms, so it's clear how they plan to "detain" them if they don't cooperate...]

[strawsandals]

[ Yeah, uh, this is.... ]

...I think it's our cue to leave?

[ HINT HINT, SCHNEIDER? ]

[unweathered]

[ Schneider perks up, eager for a battle. But Yoon isn't a fighter and Shalem is....

hm]

Fine, fine. It's not our fault no one showed us the ropes properly.

[townmusician]

You're idols, aren't you? Go wait in a green room until it's your turn on stage.

[The shadows are still on edge, but one points in the direction of the green room. Maybe they should go check it out?]

[prozaic]

Very well, we should be heading there now. [Oh look he's here now, and done with his own mess. He hops off of the stage, brushing his hair out of his face, still flushed with exertion-- and the exhilaration, the enjoyment of having danced after a long time.

Then he subtly puts himself between the shadows and Yoon. Schneider can handle herself, she's a grown woman with guns.]

Sorry for the trouble, but I'm finally done with my sound check.

[Then he looks over at both of them, and nods.]

[strawsandals]

Whew...

[ Looks like they might be off the hook? Thank you both - ]

Y-yeah. We got it. Time to leave, then...

[prozaic]

The green room is the safest spot for us at this point. Come. [Then he beckons. He knows how theatres work, he can find it. And, if all else fails, there should be signs.

Thankfully there are signs... just one, for a single room. Just one for all their idols? That's asking for trouble if this had been a real competition with real people.

But it's just them for now, and they're safe from loud personalities and massive egos. So Shalem will take this opportunity to rest. He tucks himself into an armchair, rests his neck on a cushion, and crosses his arms, ready to nap.]

I'll be conserving my energy until we're called on.

[unweathered]

You had enough fun already?

[Schneider walks around the room, still in that oversized fur coat even if she really should put it away now. Time to check this place out]