When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go... (Prompt II) [ Thank goodness, he got to keep his usual essence this time around. And it's chess! Chess is a good game...
Sort of. He's pretty sure there's not enough pieces in play, or too many, and that sure is a lot of enemies on the opposing side... He's not that frightened, now. He's got a sword, and he knows how to use it! With that in mind, he faces the twisted red clone with a smirk and...
Abruptly takes a left turn. ]
Huh?! [ Before he realizes it, he's managed to run three spaces away from where he tried to charge. ] What on earth was... Oh.
[ Oh, he gets it. He replaced a knight. He sighs. ] Brilliant. Whoever decided the knight should move in an L shape ought to be sacked.
And the white knight is talking backwards... (Prompt III) [ Luca's getting some good essence practice with this mess. Snicker-snack, not quite beheading but definitely stabbing and slicing. Not something to sneeze at, but decent work.
Then he finds himself locked in an intense sword fight. With himself.
The clone looks like an exact mirror image at first, right down to the bruised eye being on the wrong side of the face. As the fight wears on, the clone becomes more de-saturated to the point of turning monochrome, while dark energy begins to spark around the real thing. Fighting yourself is exhausting, but he can't take his eyes off the clone. Not with how easily he'd get distracted.
With the two of them deadlocked in a fierce battle, the mirror stands unprotected. ]
Remember what the Dormouse said? (Forest of Doors) [ At some point, Luca managed to duck out of the chess room for a while and find refuge under a tree. This book was... A lot. And he hadn't even been assigned to play a role... Or was he supposed to sign up for one?
Oh well, the forest seems to be looking much livelier than before. If this is what fixing stories does, then it's probably worth helping out. Yet, he can't help but gaze into the distance and try to spot an inky beast, or something that isn't a horrible clone... Who brought them here, again? A girl's silhouette?
He turns to face the first aspect he sees. ] Have you heard from that Storyteller yet? Or that Alice girl?
Feed your head! Feed your head! [ You have reached the Wildcard prompt! If you'd like to plot out something special, feel free to reach me at nyanka. ]
Luca Balsa | Count of Monte Cristo
[ Thank goodness, he got to keep his usual essence this time around. And it's chess! Chess is a good game...
Sort of. He's pretty sure there's not enough pieces in play, or too many, and that sure is a lot of enemies on the opposing side... He's not that frightened, now. He's got a sword, and he knows how to use it! With that in mind, he faces the twisted red clone with a smirk and...
Abruptly takes a left turn. ]
Huh?! [ Before he realizes it, he's managed to run three spaces away from where he tried to charge. ] What on earth was... Oh.
[ Oh, he gets it. He replaced a knight. He sighs. ] Brilliant. Whoever decided the knight should move in an L shape ought to be sacked.
And the white knight is talking backwards... (Prompt III)
[ Luca's getting some good essence practice with this mess. Snicker-snack, not quite beheading but definitely stabbing and slicing. Not something to sneeze at, but decent work.
Then he finds himself locked in an intense sword fight. With himself.
The clone looks like an exact mirror image at first, right down to the bruised eye being on the wrong side of the face. As the fight wears on, the clone becomes more de-saturated to the point of turning monochrome, while dark energy begins to spark around the real thing. Fighting yourself is exhausting, but he can't take his eyes off the clone. Not with how easily he'd get distracted.
With the two of them deadlocked in a fierce battle, the mirror stands unprotected. ]
Remember what the Dormouse said? (Forest of Doors)
[ At some point, Luca managed to duck out of the chess room for a while and find refuge under a tree. This book was... A lot. And he hadn't even been assigned to play a role... Or was he supposed to sign up for one?
Oh well, the forest seems to be looking much livelier than before. If this is what fixing stories does, then it's probably worth helping out. Yet, he can't help but gaze into the distance and try to spot an inky beast, or something that isn't a horrible clone... Who brought them here, again? A girl's silhouette?
He turns to face the first aspect he sees. ] Have you heard from that Storyteller yet? Or that Alice girl?
Feed your head! Feed your head!
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