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RECOLLÉ - I;

[Denzel's not entirely sure when he became aware of the giant dome covering the city but suddenly he's very aware of it and it's not exactly pretty. He was just out walking one of his neighbor's dogs and now he's just standing there staring up at the sky with a blank expression.]

[He finishes the walk as soon as he can (but not too soon; Daisy likes to take her time and he's not about to rush the poor old girl) and quickly makes his way back out into town. The dome looks like it covers the whole city, but he's a man on a mission. Denzel's going to head to the edge of town where the dome ends if he's not stopped on the way there.]

RECOLLÉ - II;

[Well, it looks like the dome is here to stay. Denzel's not content with just sitting around though, so he's out wandering the city with his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. It's as he's wandering (trying to figure out what to make of the dome and all the other strange goings on) that a bright light suddenly appears in front of him. Considering how dark it is in here, the light is appreciated, even when it goes bounding away. Denzel doesn't hesitate, instead he follows it.

The light leads him to the subway tunnels and Denzel makes his way in. They've been under construction for what feels like forever, but maybe there's a reason he was led here. He takes out a flashlight and shines it around the dark interior once the light fades, frowning a bit as he continues deeper in.

Then a vine snags his ankle and tugs him down. Denzel lets out a yell, reaching for his flashlight, but it's rolled just out of his reach.]

[Maybe you should help him out.]

MURDERGAME - I;

[Waking up in an unfamiliar location is absolutely not Dezel's idea of a good time. He was supposed to be with the Shepard; he just became a Sub-Lord and he has plenty of questions he need to ask. Unfortunately for him, it looks like someone else had other ideas.

Dezel's waiting in the foyer, arms folded and head tipped down so his hat obscures most of his face. You might feel a gust of wind when you enter, but that's totally weird because the whole place is sealed up, there's no way there's an opening in here, right?]

[Dezel pushes himself off the wall, though his arms are still folded.]

[He's already gotten someone to read them to him, but he's curious what the others trapped in here with him think about this situation.]

MURDERGAME - II;

[A week has passed and two people are dead. One was brutally murdered, her head bashed in with a blunt object from the vending machine. The second was killed by the shadows in the pit, executed for the murder of the girl. It's enough to make anyone reconsider their life choices, but Dezel's still alive and surely that counts for something.

The note under his door is ignored because he can't read it, but eventually curiosity compels him to leave his room. He finds everyone in the dining room and the kitchen, either preparing food or eating what was already prepared. Dezel doesn't need to eat so he doesn't, but finding them all gathered here is interesting. This is some kind of messed up funeral, isn't it? Then again, everything in this damn building is messed up, so it's not all that surprising.

He doesn't particularly care for anyone's company here, but he'll take a seat a little further away and listen in on conversations. You might feel the wind pick up a bit.]

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[His thoughts briefly go to Rose, but he's not sure he'd call her precious. She's a tool; a means to an end.]

...Maybe to you it does. It's worth the risk though, I'm sure of it.

[Some of the others are beginning to leave for the night, but Dezel stays right where he is. There's a brief gust of wind as he studies who is leaving and who is staying behind, but it dies down quickly enough.]

[Ohh--she wanted to say something, probably something derisive, but that wind causes Three's extended hair to go right into her mouth, stopping anything she wanted to say rather swiftly.

Just. Give her a couple seconds while she gets her head off the table there--]

...You did that on purpose, didn't you.

[She's not sure if that was even him but good lord, she would not be surprised.]

Did what?

[He's not smirking and there's nothing in his voice to imply that he's amused, but somehow those two words spell out his guilt perfectly.]

[...There is so much she could say to that.

There is literally so much she could say.

Instead, she's going to pause for a couple of seconds--intentionally, though he might be able to hear something shift underneath the table--and she's just. Going to try and kick one of the legs of his chair. She's not even sure what this is going to accomplish, but by god is she feeling the slightest bit of spite.]

[He definitely does hear something shift beneath the table and he's halfway to sitting up properly when she kicks the leg of his chair. It's not quite enough to knock him over, but it jostles him and he grabs the edge of the table a little harder than he really needs to in order to catch himself.]

What was that for!?

[HE'S INNOCENT...]

Your reaction time needs work. That's all.

[That is totally not what it is, but damn if it doesn't make Three feel something resembling vindication.]

Tch.

[She's right though. He should have been prepared for something like that. The last thing he needs is to let his guard down around anyone here.

Dezel moves to sit properly, leaning back in the chair so he can get a better sense of where she is.]

You satisfied now?

Very. It was valuable research. You're going to die if you go after our captor like that.

[Though, with that, Three gets herself up from the table and adjusts herself a bit. She doesn't leave just yet, though, speaking up.]

I was wrong, I guess. They must not be that precious to you, if you can't do that.

Wh— Just because I slipped up once doesn't mean I'm going to get killed! You really think I'm that pathetic!?

[dezel don't open yourself up for a counterattack like that...]

Of course I do.

[dezel you walked right into that]

Once is all it takes, you know. Even a butter knife could kill someone like you, if your guard is down.

[yep, walked right into that one.]

And what makes you think my guard'll be down when I'm up against them!?

[...isn't that admitting his guard was down now? Oh well.]

You're reckless. You're an idiot. You have poor reaction time. You're argumentative. You're in denial over these facts, and...

[please stop her before she continues, if anything she's the one who's distracted now]

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[That's absolutely going to get a gust of wind to blow in your face. Let no one say that Dezel is a mature adult because he absolutely is not.]

[Dear god why haven't any hairclips popped out of the machine yet, now she's got hair everywhere--]

Pffteht-- [Where are her goddamn scissors when she needs them?] --and you haven't matured.

[...and she's going to try and give a more forceful kick to the chair Dezel is in! Because if Dezel is immature, Three is absolutely no better.]

Hey...!

[He's faster this time, grabbing the table to steady himself before she can try to kick the chair.]

Tch, I'll prove it to you. I'll prove I can take them out.

[Well, would you look at that. He actually has the capacity to learn from his mistakes.]

We'll see about that. I'd say good luck, but...you need a miracle. Nothing more, nothing less. Heh heh, heh heh...

[And with that, Three's going to turn on her heel and try to walk on out. Good luck with that, Dezel, you're gonna need it probably.]

[Week two passes with another two deaths. This time they were running out of time to solve things, but ultimately they found the killer and voted them to their death.

It still doesn't sit right with Dezel, but there's little he can do about it. He tried to challenge their captors to a fight, but he received no answer. They're not going to take him up on it and so he has little choice.

It's kill or be killed here, and he's not about to be killed.

Week three ends in a murder as well, though this time Dezel's standing over the body. He tosses the sword he got from the machine down in disgust. The girl had trusted him, had wanted to befriend him despite his off-putting personality and refusal to actually cooperate with the group. She'd been too kind. She hadn't deserved to die like this.

But he has to get home. He has to get revenge. That's the only thing driving him anymore and without Rose around, it's only a matter of time before he succumbs to malevolence and becomes a hellion. He had to kill this girl so he can get home.

The challenge starts now though, he has to make sure this can't be traced back to him. There's no sense in hiding the murder weapon or moving the body, but he sets the girl upright anyway, placing the sword across her lap in some kind of twisted apology.

He's so wrapped up in what he's doing he's not even focused on the rest of the hallway. It's a rookie mistake.]

[These weeks have been so much fun.

Every week has been filled with murder, with new, horrific consequences. Three's theory was right; they were going to keep targeting the things that people hold dear. Three has more than enjoyed watching everyone's differing reactions to the matter. It's more than her research on what made humans the most powerful could have ever hoped to bring, and it was hard not to revel in it.

It's out of a sense of boredom that brings Three out tonight. That sense of scientific curiosity--she wanted to kill some girl that had seen it fit to try and befriend her, to incite the rage of everyone else and use them all to fuel her experiments. She could ask for that, couldn't she? Three wasn't sure, but...

Well, when she comes across Dezel and the body of said girl, Three doesn't hesitate. He stole her kill? Then she was going to kill him.

Three tries to rush at him with a pair of scissors from the sewing room--no preamble here tonight, just an all too manic grin and attempting to go for his neck.

Let's see how good his reaction time is.]

[Dezel's not aware he has company until suddenly someone's rushing towards him. The wind picks up so he can get an idea of who he's up against, but he's already pushing aside his jacket to grab the knives attached to his belt. He was lucky to get a set of them from the vending machine along with the sword, but he hadn't thought he'd need to use them.

He dodges the blow, though the scissors catch his jacket and he tosses out the first of his knives, aiming for her throat, hopefully guided by the wind. Three, huh...? Somehow he hadn't thought it would come to this, but now it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Of course they were going to fight. He should have realized that from the moment they first spoke.]

[For what it's worth, Three doesn't even seem to notice the wind this time--her hair's blow around a bit, the uneven cuts from the sewing scissors becoming all the more apparent when it whips about.

His reaction time has gotten better. He'd make a good soldier, if she could preserve him long enough.

She jumps back from the blade aimed toward her, seeming to crouch down and rush again--the blade manages to catch her hard across the cheek while she does so, the blood running down while she tries to gouge him again.]

It's bad to kill someone else's target, you know.

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[His first priority is to get away from the body. He doesn't want to be trapped between Three and the wall either, so he backs up a bit, free hand out to check his surroundings with the wind while his other hand goes for his second knife. He doesn't have much time to take a breather though, Three's rushing for him again and he jumps backwards, landing lightly on his feet as he brandishes the knife.]

How the hell was I supposed to know you'd go after her!?

[Would he have been mad if Three had succeeded in killing her? Maybe. But it's not something he should think about right now (or ever, really) because she's already dead and he needs to stay alive. He throws the second knife along with a gust of wind, hoping to catch her hair in it again and stall her for just long enough for the knife to hit its mark. He's better with pendulums, but naturally the vending machine didn't give him those.]

You idiot. I wanted to make you all get full of--

[The gust of wind manages to distract Three again, hair managing to get in her mouth again, forcing her to spit it out and try to cut off the strands before she notices the second knife.

It catches her hard across the throat this time, right on it's mark.

Three...doesn't die very quickly, despite the rush of blood coming out. She gasps for air, coughing--it's probably clear by this point that she is definitely not human from how long she's holding on, and just before she blacks out...

Well, something happens.]

[A large flower forces itself out from her head to start, and Three's current body falls to the floor. It takes a few seconds--a hand forces itself out of the flower and it's...well, it's a gruesome sight that I'll spare details from, but eventually, a copy of Three's body emerges from the flower, and she's...

Well, she is not happy to say the least. She grabs the scissors from her previous copy and tries to attack again.]

You really are stupid. To think you can kill an Intoner like that.

[She's down. He'll have to do something about her body too, but he's less concerned about that. He had to defend himself from Three, so he feels no guilt in taking her life.

Dezel's turned his back on her to look at the other girl's body when it starts happening. He can sense the change and he turns back around, using the wind to get an idea of what the actual hell is happening. He can scarcely believe that he's getting from the wind, but he doesn't have much of a choice but to believe it.]

What the...

[He stumbles backwards, tripping over the girl's outstretched legs and landing painfully on the ground. He scrambles for another knife (not that it'll do any good) but the shock of what he just witnessed is a bit much.]

[Three rushes again, trying to jump down and jam the scissors into Dezel's chest. The throat would be too much, from what she knows--humans die too fast from such a wound. And who knows what it would do to whatever Dezel is? Three doesn't know, but she's not going to risk it.

Either way, she speaks up while she tries to do so.]

Eheheh...don't worry. When I'm done with alllll of you, you'll be perfect. Perfect little soldiers...all fueled by hate. It'll be wonderful...I wonder what I should name you all...?

[She's...kind of out of it more than usual, but she can't stop laughing. It's not a good laughter at all, but it does seem to reverberate a bit in a way that's a little unsettling.]

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