TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.


Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

With the Mares leaving, the nightmares fade right along with them. Unfortunately, the hotel outside is looking rather worse for wear because of it. It's been pummeled, cracks in the siding and broken windows are everywhere. It looks much more befitting of the hellish landscape surrounding it, true, but Lucifer is already putting the demonic staff on repairs. They'll be enlisting the help of guests, whether they want to or not. Watch out when the whips and other punishments come out to play for those who seem to be slacking too hard.

The staff hardly has patience for it, whether the guests are feeling up to it or not. In truth, neither are the demons. Exhaustion is hanging heavy in the air for everyone.

But life must go on.

On the plus side, at least all the doorknobs and locks seem to be returning.

For current guests, they may now be dealing with a Frenzy come down and finding that they still itch for another fix. It won't be an easy ride. Withdrawals come with extreme fatigue, aches and pains, chills, depression, and an urge to potentially hurt yourself or others as agitation sets in. If asked for tips on dealing with it, the staff will tell the guests to just rest whenever they can, stay hydrated, and eat. The nausea that follows might make that difficult, but the staff seems to have very little time for sympathy at this point in time.

For new guests, they'll find things in quite a bit of disarray. Fortunately the demons are eager to hand out chores. They range from cleaning up broken glass and other items around the hotel, to removing boards from windows, to Hell beasts that need to be moved back from the basement to their enclosure just outside the hotel and helped to settle back in.

Anyone is free to visit any new beast friends they've made whenever they desire after this point. As a distraction, the hotel staff will even be offering riding lessons for larger beasts, both horse and canine-like ones.

Despite the push for normalcy though, there's a wariness in the air. Whether that's because of the recent bout with the Mares or the hushed whispers continuing on about the Veiled Order, it's uncertain. Something just feels off. Not to worry though, it's probably just paranoia creeping in. No one really wants to talk about it either way.

Every evening, once all the hard work is done, the staff seems to find the time to get a roaring fire going in the lobby fireplace and set up a buffet of food and drink for everyone to enjoy. There's every sort of food imaginable, and even some you wish you'd never seen. Spit-roasted dog, anyone? It's a delicacy here. There's also a lot of desserts of varying kinds from chocolates to ice cream to cakes and pies. Beer, coffee, sodas, and anything else people could want to drink is also on offer. There are even some specialty drinks for the vampiric guests around here.

There's entertainment as well. The demons are putting on makeshift plays and doing improv comedy routines, as well as dragging guests into the act if they seem interested. They'll ask them to perform tricks or act out Shakespearean scenes. For what it's worth, it does actually seem like everyone is trying to just have some fun. There's no harm in refusing to act anything out beyond some mostly good-natured booing and ribbing.

The succubi have also been given a room to set up for personal massages (with or without the happy ending). Massages are done in groups though, so you might want to rethink anything too frisky. If asked, the succubi will step aside and allow guests to massage each other instead, if that's more comfortable.

They're offering to help bathe and wash anyone who desires it for extra pampering, but most folks are understandably wary of the succubi and incubi around. No sexual play is actually being forced in these circumstances since, for once, the demons are well fed on sexual energy.

Oddly enough, the staff does seem to just genuinely want to do something refreshing. Although it's still probably clearly more for themselves than anyone else. Better enjoy it while it lasts though!

Prompt II

As another way to spoil (or distract) the guests a bit more, a new location has been brought to life!

Lucifer has insisted upon a movie theatre. It's located a short walk from the hotel. It's impossible to miss as the sign flickers and it's surrounded by a few very broken down, abandoned buildings still.

Outside, it looks like an old classic establishment from a time long since passed, but it has all the modern conveniences inside at least. From plush seats that recline and maybe get a bit too into giving a massage to all the treats you could ask for. So grab yourself some popcorn, a soda, hot dogs, or whatever else you want. There's also alcoholic beverages available for those who really need help getting through a movie.



Currently, the theatre is showing: Bedazzled, Manos: The Hands of Fate, Captain America (1990 version), Troll 2.

But there are request slips to be filled out by sinners if there's another movie they'd like to see when they rotate films around each month.

Located within the theatre is an arcade with zombie-themed shooter games, Pac-Man, motorcycle racing, and claw machines. There are also a few other gaming machines and one that's supposed to test romantic compatibility between couples. See if you're truly meant to be!

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"Offering one another counsel is a trait God rather admires. Compassion, goodwill... all of that. He has requested a demonstration that all of you are complying with your redemption, so I thought of a rather interesting way to show him." Lucifer's voice rings out warm and almost affectionate as he speaks within the guests' heads, the sound ringing within their skulls and beckoning them to trust him.

Even as demons grab at guests and haul them into a room only to lock the door. As usual, the doors can't be opened through any means guests will be able to perform. At least the room is cozy looking, with a plush couch and chairs.

"I must say that I'm proud of all of you. What I ask, I have no doubt that you will accomplish. Please, both of you have a seat and discuss anything from a bad memory, a fear, or even a silly little phobia you may not be proud of. Listen to each other, help one another as I know you can."

That's right. Guests are expected to share a bit about themselves, whether it's a trauma or a past sin they feel guilty for. Maybe it's even something as simple as an irrational fear of spiders... as long as it's sincere, it counts. Guests must absolutely share something if they don't want to be punished. They'll also have to provide sympathy or counsel.

If no one speaks, there's always a catch. The longer one of the participants refuses to speak of anything real, or lies, the more a headache will start to set in. Guests will feel a slight throbbing in the temples that grows steadily worse until it's almost blinding. Gradually, blood will start oozing from eyes, nose, and ears.

All of it will stop the minute guests comply and play along.

It is possible to wait out the punishment if guests are willing to let each other suffer for it, but this will be considered a failed challenge and Lucifer will have to rethink all that pride he said he had.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con, kinks.

Those newly arrived to Hell will hear about a drug called Frenzy. The effects of which include the lack of a need to sleep for as long as one uses it, feeling like the best version of oneself, and feeling better than they possibly ever have. It may even get to the point where pain is minimized or even welcomed as a pleasurable experience.

The downsides of the drug include giving into a frenzy of one's basest instincts, whether it's lust or anger or anything else that they're naturally inclined towards.

This drug will be offered at the club outside the hotel, but the succubi who make it will demand payment up front this time. This can come in the form of keeping the club up and cleaned, serving guests, or performing on stage. It may also include sex with the demons or other patrons, or putting on solo performances for an audience. The succubi won't particularly care how willing guests are when they come to demand their payment and may force it.

Some will tell you that it's absolutely worth the price though, especially down in Hell where there's so much pain already. What's wrong with a little bit of escape, really? Others will tell you to stay far away from it all.

Of course the demons fail to mention it has the potential to be addictive, but users will probably figure that out on their own once they've come down. It isn't their fault if no one did their research!

Beyond Frenzy, the club also offers a variety of drinks and aphrodisiac-laced foods. There are poles for dancing, plush couches throughout as well as more private tables. There are stages where sex machines are set up, as well as other areas to tie up volunteers or to set up any other type of play imaginable. There are private rooms that can be rented out for the night for those who really want to explore their desires.

Attractive succubi and incubi roam the club as staff or active participants. Some will become more forceful if they're hungry, others will gladly offer any sort of temptations they can.

Careful if you ever see through a their pretty illusion and see the old, angry crones they really are though. It's a bit hard to forget that.

Regular demons also frequent the club, ranging in looks from tiny, mischief-making goblins to goat-like beasts to more humanoid types. There may even be tentacled-beasts who may not be the best at conversation, but will be eager to participate any play they're invited to.

There's a dance floor and loud music pumping through the club in a dedicated space for those who'd rather just dance the night away safely detached from the sexual side of things. All manner of drugs will be offered for those who ask staff, not just Frenzy.

Prompt II
Warnings: Potential violence and abuse.
There are hooded figures making their way through the hotel, but it's oddly hard to focus on them. The more guests try, the more their attention wants to drift to anything else.

For those magically inclined, they may notice the hint of a spell or black magic, but it's just as easily forgotten as everything else.

Guests won't even notice when the figure brushes against them, a skeletal hand adorned with gold brushing over any exposed skin they can reach with a whisper light touch.

It's an encounter that's so easily written off as guests continue on with their day, it really isn't worth mentioning at all later.

But ever since it happened, it feels like there's a poison that's entered the guest's system, twisting around their insides until they feel almost hollowed out. It's a whisper in the ear, inspiring envious feelings towards their fellow guests and the local demons that may never have been there before.

Why do they have it so easy? Why do they have fewer sins and why do more people love them than they do you? Why are you so unimportant to them? Why does everything come so easily to them when you have to work so hard for it?

Envy doesn't have to make any rational sense at all. It can happen at the most inopportune times and leave one feeling like they're burning up from the inside at the injustice of it all.

Even if it's someone a guest generally likes or gets along with, they'll feel this nasty little sensation creeping in.

Rage replaces the envy eventually. The anger starts to become overwhelming. After all, you're the one who is truly worthy of all the attention, all the adoration, all the things they've got. Other people are merely foolish for not realizing it.

Or perhaps it's not even envy at what the other guy has. Perhaps it's because the guest craves all the attention and all the affection of this other person. The guest may never have sought love or possession before, but suddenly it's all they seem to crave from this one person. They'll do anything to have it or to become as close to one person as possible.

Doesn't it eventually just make you want to hurt them for it all? Whether verbally or physically, guests will be drawn to action, or even force if they must. They will desire to either claim what they want or make the other admit to never having deserved it.

Alternatively, guests may also be reduced to begging to be noticed by the object of their envy, desperate enough to do anything to get what they feel is rightfully theirs.

This influence will be hard to fight off, but stronger guests will be able to fend off the envious effects of the mysterious demons. Others won't be so lucky.

MISC.
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[crimsonflower]

[What she sees doesn't make her happy. She's not some kind of cruel villain who delights in the pain of others. She would have really preferred he keep the eye patch on, though. His battle scars she can accept, but that hole in his face is unsettling.

She refuses to meet his gaze now that it's off. As Edelgard steps closer it's clear to see the difference in their height. He towers over her — nearly shadowing her from the light in the room.]

Where do you want it?

[Should she be surprised he's here? Or aghast at the state he's in? No, she's aware they've all committed crimes the moment she started her crusade against the Church. There are very few people she'd be taken aback by seeing. She hasn't even considered he may be a demon in disguise come to guilt her. Even if she does feel it. Truly it would have been better if those bandits had gotten them before they reached the monastery. Maybe then he wouldn't have to suffer being down here.]

[azuremoon]

[For the most part, she seems unaffected. But Dimitri doesn't miss the fact that she won't look at his eye. Typically, he does his best to keep the lid of his right eye closed in the brief moments he has the patch off. He knows how unsettling it must be to see.

But she should have to look.]

What's wrong? Do you not want to see what your actions have wrought? All of these are because of you, as surely as if you cut them into my flesh yourself.

[He scoffs, closing the gap between them to reach for her hand, which he draws to the left side of his chest.]

I'd say it's time you did some of the dirty work yourself.

[crimsonflower]

[Immediately her look turns more sour the moment he touches her. Edelgard's free hand shoves at his bare chest pushing him to the wall to regain a little bit of the power here. Despite her size she has power to her, and hopes to keep him pinned as she drags the knife over his chest. Using the tip she slices into his skin without getting very deep. Just enough to make him bleed a little.

The sin is Wrath.]

[azuremoon]

[Though he's a little surprised to have her trying to pin him to the wall, he allows it. Having her cause him physical pain is viciously satisfying, if only because it gives him such a perfect target for his fury. Dimitri slowly looks down once she's finished her task, tracing the letters with an unhinged smile.]

Interesting.

[crimsonflower]

[The unstable nature of his smile causes her confidence to waver, but nothing other than displeasure is clear on her face. Edelgard sets aside the knife to begin undressing herself. First to go is the huge, heavy cape attached to her at the collar by a set of sturdy buttons. Once she sheds that she begins to meticulously take the armor off her arms piece by piece. Elbow guards, gauntlets... He'll have some time to look over her list which she has not tried to hide. What's the point? She's here to repent for them. Acting as if they never happened would be ridiculous.]

Well, was I wrong?

[azuremoon]

No, you aren't.

[But he is curious what she would consider the appropriate reaction to the pain she's caused if not anger. Dimitri watches impassively as she removes her armor, not even bothering to look at her list.

He doesn't need to.]

[crimsonflower]

[Gloves, and boots are removed. She still has on her dress, but now Dimitri has a few places to choose from: her legs, her arms, and that little keyhole window at the back of her dress exposing her shoulder blades.]

Very well. Have your fun.

[He'll enjoy it, won't he? Digging into her porcelain flesh to find that deep red. He'll notice that she's not unblemished. Edelgard refuses to stay off the battlefield despite Hubert's wishes. The scars left behind are mostly unnoticeable unless one gets close to observe.]

[azuremoon]

[He thought that he would. He really, truly thought he would. And yet, the moment he takes her slender wrist in his hand to hold her arm still while he cuts into her, he can't help but be taken aback at the stark difference in their size. Since when has Edelgard been so small?

It doesn't matter. Whatever her size may be, she's still responsible for throwing the world into chaos because she thinks she knows the one and only path for the people of Fódlan to take. He selects a sharp-looking blade and turns her arm so that her palm faces downward.

Because somehow, he doesn't want to slice her veins open. Not like this.]

Having fun with it wouldn't bring about redemption.

[That doesn't stop him from making sure that the cuts he makes are deep enough to scar as he begins to carve "arrogance" into her forearm. It's bitterly satisfying.]

[crimsonflower]

[Did he have to choose a word with so many letters? Yes, of course he did. Even if she felt she was being merciful and only cutting him deep enough to be a sever paper cut and a five letter word, he settles on this. Though he does not sever her veins blood still flows readily. Deep red trickling around the curve of her arm to drip onto the floor. As he carves his way into her she grimaces. Stifling hisses and little hitches in her breath as the pain bites into her. Edelgard tries not to move, but he'll feel her twitch and flinch in his grip from the pain.

Has he had his fill? With a flourish she takes her arm back from him when he's done. She's hoping the exaggerated movements splatter some of her blood on him. Just to be petty. She takes that same blade from him, stained in her blood, and grabs his wrist. So that if she cuts into him they'll match.]

Are you satisfied? Or would you rather take your full pound of flesh? No need to be stingy.

[She holds the blade above his skin. They could probably stop, but why would she at this point? He's left his mark. It's her turn.]

[azuremoon]

[This isn't how he wants to face her. He wants to fight her on the battlefield and crush her in front of everyone. Minor injuries in a locked room where only a devil is watching just isn't the same. Her pain doesn't satisfy him like he'd hoped it might, and the blood she spills is nowhere near enough to drown out his fury. Knowing that she knows exactly what he thinks of her is the only part of this that gives him any real pleasure.]

I'm not. If you can prove yourself to these demons, then I'll see you again on the battlefield. Provided you aren't one of them to begin with.

[He hopes that she is a demon, really. Edelgard is too proud to ever admit her wrongdoing, and she wouldn't ever make it out of this place. Dimitri flinches slightly when she takes his right arm in hand, twisting his head so that he can look down at what she's doing with his good eye.]

[crimsonflower]

[Their blood mixes as she uses her dominant hand, the arm he cut into, to carve him in return. Not severing muscles or veins, but mirroring how deep he went. Just enough to scar. Just enough to bleed.

Obsession. He's got a long arm, so she has plenty of space to work with. Dimitri is blind to so many things because of his obsession. It's not her responsibility to open his eyes. —Er, eye... as it so happens to be now. Either way she knows he won't understand why she has to go to such lengths. And so be it! Who says if he did understand he'd relent anyway?]

Of course you would mention a demon taking my visage while I write this upon your arm.

[Could she really have expected anything else?]

[azuremoon]

[Though Dimitri will grimace, he won't make a sound or instinctively flinch away. He's not going to show any more pain in front of her than is absolutely necessary. He scoffs at her when she speaks, placing his free hand on his hip.]

If they wish to tempt me to violence, is your face not the best choice?

[Because she's absolutely right with her choice of words to slice into his skin. He's obsessed, though it's unlikely she understands just how deep the obsession with her personally runs.]

[crimsonflower]

Truly. You do think me the one to take everything away from you. No one better than I to play the villain.

[Once she finishes Edelgard will set the blade back on the table. Two of them now covered in blood. He had made sure to use a fresh one on her, but she cared not about mixing their blood cutting into him. He's free to pick up one of the clean blades or one of the used. She cares not.

They've already met their requirement. The rest is just sick indulgence in their own foul nature.]

[azuremoon]

Am I wrong? You may have been too young to orchestrate the Duscur tragedy yourself, but you work with the people who did. You rule them. Not executing them is as good as condoning what they've done. But you think that you need their power to conquer Fódlan, don't you?

[Because she can't just let the Kingdom and the Alliance rule themselves. She has to have all of them. Dimitri picks up a fresh knife and takes her other arm in hand. This time, he chooses a much shorter word:

Greed.]

[crimsonflower]

[He's not wrong. He cuts into her with his words and his blade. Some how it feels much worse this time. As if the first set of wounds made her more sensitive to the way he slices into her for the second time. Edelgard grips on to him to steel herself as her expression twists and she bites the inside of her cheek.

She holds her breath as he carves through her. Only breathing when he finishes so she cannot hiss and cry in pain like she did when she was a child.]

They will receive their judgment in time.

[azuremoon]

[How is it that he still wants to stop hurting her, even now? His weakness is as infuriating as her stubbornness, and he clings to the anger to push away the instinct to comfort her. When he's finished, he tosses the knife to the ground, disgusted.]

You are their emperor! It is your duty to bring them to justice. Do you think yourself above the law?

[crimsonflower]

As the emperor I am the law! I will run the streets red with their blood as soon as I free Fodlan from the way it desperately clings to the dying caste system. Families ruining their bonds with their children over Crests, as if they have any control over them weakening or not even appearing at all!

I may be committing sins on my path to a better future, but in the end it's to protect Fodlan from ultimately tearing itself apart.

[What happens when Crest Experimentation on your kids becomes something trendy for when you cannot seem to produce a legitimate heir? How many other kids would die and agonize like she and her siblings did? In the end isn't that fate inevitable for the way things were going?

Dramatically she makes a sweeping gesture with her newly wounded arm. Blood gets flicked off to be splattered on the ground and walls.]

I will end each member of their ranks with my own bare hands if I have to. It is not as if I wished to work with them in the first place. They are but a tool, and when they outlive their usefulness they will be tossed like the refuse they are.

[azuremoon]

[Dimitri's eye follows the blood as it flies. With a sneer, he offers her another knife.]

"I am the law". Are you listening to yourself? I certainly hope you're just a demon, because you're never getting out of here with that attitude. We're both filthy beasts stained with blood, but at least I admit to it.

[Again, he laughs, bitter and hoarse. It couldn't be further from the way he used to sound when they were children. Even at the academy, he didn't sound anything like this.]

Carry out your revolution if you like, but there will be no place for you in the just world that you hope for.

[crimsonflower]

[I certainly hope you're a demon. Some how that hurts more than she expected too, but since there's so much more to unpack at the moment there's no time to dwell on the slight twinge of feeling. Instead she tries focusing on his final statements.

No place for her? Of course not. She'd foster a world where someone like her wouldn't exist. No need for Crests, no need for those types of experiments, no need for a young girl to die and turn against the world.]

If you believe this exercise not to be of any help, then we shall consider it finished.

[She drops the blade to the floor and begins to collect her things.]

[azuremoon]

[It was brief, but there was a flicker of genuine pain in her eyes. Remorse? Probably not. Edelgard isn't the sort to regret the path she's taken, even though Dimitri's fondest wish is to force her to do exactly that. Then what was it?

He has to know.

Dimitri's hand darts out before she's out of reach, grabbing on to her wrist without regard for the wounds he made. He remembers them a second later when blood starts to stain his fingers, but he doesn't loosen his grip until he's extended his other hand to grasp her shoulder instead.]

No. Perhaps you have no desire for redemption, but I do. If this is what must be done, then we'll go down the entire list.

[He won't move to uncover it unless she agrees, though.]

[crimsonflower]

[Edelgard's brows furrow, but otherwise she tries to keep her expression even. She even successfully fights back the wince when he grabs her.]

The instructions were for one. We have doubled the original request. I believe that is enough.

[azuremoon]

[The urge to correct her and say they were for at least one is strong. With a firm hold on her shoulder, he lets go of her forearm, briefly lifting his hand to look at the blood there.]

Is it enough? Will you just forget this if I let you walk away?

[crimsonflower]

Dimitri you will remove your hand from me. If that door opens, it is enough.

[She barely understands what he's trying to get at. Is he trying to make another jab at her over the Duscur Tragedy?

What she doesn't understand is that he's trying to jab at her childhood amnesia. What she does recall from her childhood that wasn't of her time in that basement is fuzzy, and she doesn't make the connection that the boy she met as a child in Faerghus was him.]

[azuremoon]

[That she thinks she can just order him around so easily is infuriating. A part of him wants to just let her go so he can follow her back to wherever she's staying now, but her complete lack of a reaction makes it hard for him to do that.

He scoffs.]

You don't get to give me orders. Either admit that you would like to leave this room because being confronted makes you uncomfortable, or be the merciless subjugator you are and make me.

[crimsonflower]

[Fine. She'll play the villain again for him. Edelgard grips his hand and twists it the opposite way off her. A simple escape move — making the arm twist in a way that's awkward for the elbow so it locks up. As soon as she has him off her she'll toss his hand away and return to gathering her things.

Not even bothering to put on her boots so she can just get away from him.]