yuu + percy traumaprom funtimes.

[culpa]

[Suddenly, the books on several of the shelves spring to life--they flutter around the room and open above those present. As they do a magic circle springs out of their pages, enveloping the players in a beam of light and making them vanish into their pages--two to a book. Inside is a featureless room with an indestructible paper-like substance lining floor, walls and ceiling, inlaid with an intricate pattern of library shelving drawn in faintly glowing, metallic ink…

On the floor somewhere nearby is an incredibly sharp quill and a bottle of an inklike substance--which is clearly labeled as ‘Still not intended for ingestion unless you wish to die painfully, you twit.’]

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[culpa]

She said again, right? I don't remember this.

[plotluck]

I don't really know either....

[Trapped in a white room isn't great though.]

....Are we in a book?

[culpa]

. . yeah, I think so.

[plotluck]

This is kinda dumb.

[culpa]

[ nnods his head, slowly. ]

But we're not going to be able to fight our way out of a book.

[plotluck]

...We can't light it on fire, huh?

[culpa]

I dunno if we should light it on fire when we're stuck inside of it? We might die.

[plotluck]

Oh.

Yeah.


[RIGHT. THOUGHT THAT THROUGH TOTALLY.]

That would suck.

[culpa]

But I guess we'll probably die anyway, so.

[plotluck]

No.

[culpa]

So we play the game.

[plotluck]

I still want to light it on fire.

[culpa]

Are you sure? 'cause like, we're inside of it.

[plotluck]

[SIGHS IN THE MOST LONG SUFFERING WAY.]

What do you wanna do then?

[culpa]

We need to pick one of us to die, right? And stuff to sacrifice.

[plotluck]

Well I don't want you to die. And you don't want me to die. So... I wouldn't ask you to pick me, but I can't pick you. What do we do?

[culpa]

. . skip that part for now, I guess.

[plotluck]

Okay. So what do we give up?

[culpa]

. . something important, but something you can part with?

[plotluck]

I wouldn't mind giving up all my shards. I haven't put them in yet anyway.

[culpa]

What if there's something important in them?

[plotluck]

That's okay. It can't be more important than protecting family.

[culpa]

. . it's your choice, but I don't--want you to give up something you'll regret losing.

[plotluck]

I won't regret it. [Firmly. Because no matter what it can't be more important than making sure Yuu is safe.]

[culpa]

Okay.

[ ttakes a deep breath. ]

Then I'll give up Yuki.