betrayal AU PSL

[rollplayinghouse]

It's the House, again. Or maybe it's the first time for you. Either way, you wake up in a room of an expansive, spooky mansion, and your phone informs you of your goal: If you're sane, explore. If you turn traitor... it's something else.

Maybe you are a traitor, by now. Maki/Glory definitely is, though a kiss isn't going to be enough. And she has some kind of feelings for you.

Maybe she's waiting for you—everyone tends to come to the arsenal for supplies; the walls are lined with display cases containing all sorts of weapons imaginable, functional and not. Or, there's always the master bedroom, with its opulent bed and dresser full of knives. Or maybe she tracks you down, if you've got a favorite spot.



(The premise here is that Glory is going to inflict some level of sex/torture/murder to "test her feelings." If you have preferences on the level of sex, torture, or murder, or particular things to avoid, let me know! Mutual violence is also very encouraged.)

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arsenal time

[mind_blown]

[honestly, the arsenal's always a gamble, isn't it? but when he walks in, it's hard to see if he's actually insane or not, since he looks well from the front.

it's only the back that revels the chainsaw destruction he's faced already.

And... well, he's always looking to up his score.]

Huh.

It's quieter in here than I thought it'd be.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She turns to see him when he walks in, and she certainly looks a bit worse for wear. Fortunately ☆ZRAEL black doesn't show the blood very much, but her dress is shredded down one arm and over her gut, and her hair is matted together in places.

She appears to have been perusing a rack of antique machetes, and has selected an ornate one with a swept-back blade the length of her forearm.]

Everyone must be occupied elsewhere this time. Luckily.

[...takes a few steps towards him, looking him over]

Though I suppose it's luckier it wasn't quite everyone.

[mind_blown]

[he wanted the chance to get another weapon, though his blood dagger will do the trick in a pinch. He watches her, his blue eyes following her moves carefully.

if he seems threatened, his posture doesn't betray it. nor does his face-- if anything he looks... excited? And he takes a step forward, towards her.]

Who, me? I just wanted to see if I could get something that went "bang." They tend to have things like that here.

[rollplayinghouse]

"Bang," hmm?

[She shifts slightly, to show a pistol at her hip. She doesn't move for it at all, though, just turning the blade in her hand so it flashes in the light.]

Are you the type that goes for power over style, then? Just shooting someone isn't much of a challenge.

And it's so... impersonal.

[mind_blown]

Well, it is a game. It's never personal, in those circumstances.

Just fun.

[time to pull out his blood dagger, and to take another step closer.]

Don't tell me we can't keep this casual. It's gonna make me sad.

[rollplayinghouse]

You're wrong. Sometimes games are impersonal, and you can kill someone and walk away and never look back.

But sometimes it is personal, even if it's a game. Sometimes you think you have everything under control, even when you're tearing their neck out with your teeth, but afterwards... you regret it. It lingers with you worse than any injury could. Do you think you can tell going in, which it is?

[Moves her machete to a defensive position, level with her chest.]

I can't. Which means there's only one way to know.

[mind_blown]

[shall we play a game. her defense is noted as he looks over her-- he has the edge on heigh and on bulk. but he gets the feeling she might actually know how to use that little toy.

and he cocks a half smile.]

I don't have that sort of problem, unfortunately. But, gracious. Should I be honored that you might still need to experiment with little ol' me to figure it out?

[another step, but this time, slightly to the side.]

You run the risk of a very, very impersonal match.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She tilts her head and shifts her weight from one foot to the other.]

You can say that. But just because you say you have no feelings and no regrets doesn't mean that's the truth, either.

[Her lips twitch up just slightly.]

I'll see the truth from your actions.