[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[crueltobekind]

It hurts. And I'm looking for Vincent.

[sightunseen]

[...shakes her head slightly and checks the door!]

[fraternalorders]

[dafuq, Vincent...]

Hmm.

[shipwithwings]

Od try to mind the gate. Do not let anyone through that is suspicious.

[playfreebird]

...It shouldn't be difficult to find the center, like this.

[thought not difficult to find isn't the same as "safe to try"]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

...Hmph! Two out of two bad perceptions.

[will check Lambda's book. Or books since she's on the list twice]

[emocalypsed]

[...reaches for... '-' but only touches very very lightly if he isn't stopped]

[dramatispersonae]

Goodness, it is like you felt a tug on your heart towards canon imagery? Get it? Tug?

. . . Well, the threads suddenly snap to life, more than he can see, but he can certainly feel them all as they bind tight around every inch of his body. He is pulled closer to the woman, close enough to brush a long hanging piece of hair, and to see the other victims that are also tangled in her web.

[emocalypsed]

[jerks, but doesn't break away, looking around wide-eyed]

[dramatispersonae]

The threads pull him taut, positioning him just so, just as they want him. It may be hard to make out, but there seems to be a slight curve of a smile that wasn't there before on her lips. Either way, you can see a girl with blue hair in a blue dress tied up close to her, showing no resistance. There is a man in a black jacket as well . . . Not that you can do anything about either of them.

[emocalypsed]

[tugs a bit, testing the strength of the bonds]

[dramatispersonae]

They hold as fast as steel, but they don't cut, at least. Puppets should be whole and beautiful, but moved only when desired . . .

[emocalypsed]

[looks up into the sky]

...Vincent?

[dramatispersonae]

There is no answer.

[emocalypsed]

[this is a bit awkward...]

[dramatispersonae]

Isn't it, though? It seems as if chains dominate this side of the maze, holding the woman down. If you look to the bird, then you can see the same chains binding it.

[emocalypsed]

[but changing things would be bad]

[dramatispersonae]

Are you sure about that? I mean, especially with this situation?

[dormancy]

[from right below, staring up]

[emocalypsed]

Oh! Um. ...Hello...

[dormancy]

[glancing from him to Doldum, curious]

[emocalypsed]

...Could you get me down, maybe?

[dormancy]

[leaning on one of the chains]

I could . . . But you got yourself there.

[emocalypsed]

I guess I did... Could you, um, then... Could you maybe tell me what these are?

[dormancy]

The three of them?