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[solo_insanity]

[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[solo_insanity]

[Except the vines aren't exactly going to let you as they grab hold.

You may die horribly many times in this heart, this is cool, yes? The first batch just seemed to have been lucky.]

[ter_saudades]

['Tis cool, but there's something I've had in mind with how death works with him. Muahaha. Is that okay to test out here? Is death here a "one-strike-and-you're-out-of-this-heart" thing, or a "sure, keep trying, lol" thing?]

Oi! [He struggles against the vines, but it's not like mistletoe. Thorns hurt.] Let go, will you?!

[solo_insanity]

[Death here isn't real death so uh, if you want something specific, let me know what you want to happen.]

The thorns don't answer you as they pull you through the ground down into, well, wherever that leads.

[ter_saudades]

[I can save it for another time, no problem. o7 If it's not "real" death, I'm not sure this half-formed idea of mine would work the same.]

[Through the ground is more OW than the thorns themselves, and he's aware the earth is smothering, for the brief time he's conscious of anything at all. Without phasing powers, this guy doesn't go through solid things so well.]

[solo_insanity]

You feel yourself being crushed. All your bones snapping one by one and then you can't breathe the whole time. It is very excruciating.

And then you wake up

[ter_saudades]

[He'd tried to scream while it was happening, and would have made up for it the moment woke up if he hadn't still been out of breath. It takes a few moments before he can pull himself together enough to take stock of himself (not dead, not being crushed or pulled apart, not dead, still in this body, not dead, capable of moving, not dead) and, a few moments after that, of his surroundings.]

[He thinks he's handling this fairly well. It's not the first time he died, after all. Nevermind that he's still feeling a bit stunned, so he isn't moving just yet, but he really will be fine in a minute...]

[solo_insanity]

Ummmm. I forgot a link apparently.