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Sakura Quest

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[X] You fight. You struggle, wretched creature that you are, for your life. Your soul. The breath in your heart, and the blood pulsing through your veins. You don't want this. You hate this. You hate everything. Countless parasites, and you cannot pull them all free, but you must try.

flee is the worst option, fall is kinda meh for me
so fight da power!
 
[X] 13 You fall. Slipping down into the depths. It's the only way. The worms will devour your body, your mind, your very soul at his command. Unless you eat them first. Consume, drink deep, and accept without hesitation. It is the only way you can live.: (Jiven, Adyen, hunter09, Xicree, Olive, Selias, Ct613hulu, Nekraa, Dark Lord Bob, Robotninja, Murderhobo of Lasombra, MHLord, EnderofWorlds)
[X] 1 You fall. Slipping down into the depths. It's the only way. The worms will devour your body, your mind, your very soul at his command. Unless you eat them first. Consume, drink deep, and accept without hesitation. It is the only way you can live.: (Biigoh)
[X] 8 You fight. You struggle, wretched creature that you are, for your life. Your soul. The breath in your heart, and the blood pulsing through your veins. You don't want this. You hate this. You hate everything. Countless parasites, and you cannot pull them all free, but you must try.: (kinglugia, Ephemeral_Dreamer, darklord, Alexander, Redon, minuseven, Larekko12, theweepingman)
[X] 2 You flee. You flee where you cannot flee. There is always an escape, of one way or another. You cannot run, and you cannot hide, but as long as you do not acknowledge what you see and feel it isn't real.: (Heaven Canceler, ReinZero)
[X] 1 You run. You run so far away.: (Guile)


Called. 'Fall' it is.

I think I said I would explain after calling, so...

Flee: Canon Sakura path. You withdraw into a shell of yourself.

Fight: Following in uncle Kariya's footsteps. And about as well! You get to be the crippled little girl.

You went with 'Fall', reflecting Zouken in the end, though, so I guess you'll be passing on a pimping walking stick, etc.
 
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It always feels good when your choice wins and then it's revealed to be the choice you would have chosen if you had all the information from the start.
 
Eh. I guess this really just sets us up to betray Zouken later on.

It's what he would have done. :)
 
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    • You don't want this.

    You hate this. The basement, Grandfather the man, Grandfather the worms, and yourself. The Matou Magecraft, and the world that would allow such a thing to exist.

    But what can you do?

    You could flee. Not physically, no. But there is alwasy a way to retreat, to run away from a reality you cannot bring yourself to accept.

    You could fight. You could die fighting. The worms are countless, innumerable. And for now, while they corrupt you, they do not do so out of malice.

    They are too simple, and too complex, to hate. There is no enmity in their sting, or hatred in their fangs, any more than there is a sense of welcome or camraderie as you sink below the surface of the writhing pit.

    It simply is.

    And you are, and you will become.

    If you fight, there will still be no malice or anger, but like a kicked cat would sink claws into an unwary ankle, the worms will be unable to do anything other than fight back.

    If you're lucky, you'll die.

    You can't put much stock in luck. If Grandfather wanted to waste his time taking you from Tohsaka, only to kill you, then he would not have been so elaborate about it.

    He'll intervene, at the very least, controlling the worms just enough that you won't die, no matter how much you struggle.

    If you thought you could just die quietly, then it might almost be worth it.

    But no. There is no other option.

    This is the magecraft passed down through the Matou and further back, the Makiri line. It may be that your father wasn't aware of everything it entailed. But there isn't anything else you can do but accept it.

    The worms burrow into your flesh, into your veins, into your bones and into your soul.

    And you seep back out into them in turn.

    They bite deeply into you, and you swallow them whole.

    Everything burns. Twisting and searing, itching and straining.

    Itchy.

    ... foul.

    Itchy.

    ... tainted.

    Itchy.

    ... Tasty.

    You can feel hundreds of the worms making their way inside of you, even as your blood pours outward, marking a trail forward for more.

    And the pit spits you out, crumpling to a naked, grime-coated and bloody heap in front of Grandfather Zouken.

    His gaze is as cold and harsh and alien as ever, and you feel like a brightly colored insect pinned to a card before it.

    "... Curious." He finally, states. "Not outside of the boundaries of my predictions. Yet hardly the expected result. Interesting."

    He grasps you by the throat with one deceptively powerful hand, wrinkled fingers of the other prodding at a freshly chewed apart entry between your ribs. They force their way within, and you would scream from the pain if only you could breathe as they catch hold of the trailing tip of your, yours, yours, it is yours and how dare he rip it away from y-!

    He drops you callously back to the ground, focus seeming fully on the worm dangling, streaked in your blood, from his fingertips.

    He brings it to his mouth, and you can feel it cut short with a sudden start as he bites down, and slowly chews.

    "Yes. Interesting indeed." he decides, as he swallows your drone, callously, with thoughtless entitlement. "If I were to have placed odds for a wager... I would not have marked it as even one in a hundred. Not even one in twenty by number, and yet...?"

    His gaze is appraising, the spider circling in its web around some strange, new thing which has come to be tangled in its strands.

    "There are some purposes for which you may have just become entirely useless." He reflects. "And yet, so many other options have just become available."

    You gasp for breath.

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    • [X] "... One day, I will do unto you as you have done to me. One day."

    Not ironically, I feel that he would appreciate that. :(
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [embed=425,349]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EddX9hnhDS4[/embed]

    Oh?
     
    Chibi-Reaper said:
    Oh?
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    HATE is a very good motivator, when properly aimed and controlled.

    There's also the fact that it makes our goal exterminating Matou Zouken. Presuming we succeed in this actually somewhat noble goal, the realization of holy shit, what do I do next could be pretty interesting. Especially if we go a Kohaku-esque route. We're nice, cheerful, and polite to everyone else. Because honestly, there's only one target here, one thing we honestly want dead. And that is Matou Zouken.

    When we look in a mirror and see all our cracks after succeeding, it's probably going to be a minor miracle if we don't have a mental breakdown.
     
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    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.

    HATE
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.

    If we're lucky, we might actually kill him now. :D
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [X] He took what is yours. You will take what is his. Maybe not today or tomorrow. You do not know how such a thing can be done, but you shall accomplish it. The Tohsakas took their magic from the Edelfeldts; the Matou shall be yours. There will be no 'take backs', Zouken.
    The strange new thing in the spider's web... is another spider.
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.
     
    [X] This feeling... This burning sensation in your chest. It feels like your entire world is being reduced to just you and your Grandfather. Slowly, your fingers rise up, grasping the loose flesh wrapped around bones that make up his arm. Your head is pounding. You squeeze. You pull. You twist and struggle. Your gaze meets his. What little blood you have left pulses hot in your veins. He sees you as a thing. A tool. A coin in his purse. You've hated things before. Being left alone here. The pain in the pit. But this...? It's more. It feels like you're being set on fire. Like your entire body is being crushed under stones. You Hate Him. All of you Hates Him. For taking you away. For doing this to you. For taking it away from you. You Hate Him. The entirety of the being now known as Matou Sakura Hates Matou Zouken.

    I like this a lot. Especially the repeat emphasis that its him taking the worms from us that drives us to the high level of hate. Zouken had control over us before since he controlled the worms but now? The worms are ours! He dared to consume what was ours! This is a simple, call it possessive quality that I think even the worms within us will reciprocate.

    Sakura does have a lot of magical power & we've accepted the worms as part of ourselves. We might burn ourselves out or be crushed beneath the weight of the worms under his control. Yet we will burn so brightly that it will be a sight to remember, something that even centuries old Zouken will at least respect. Something that despite all of Kariya's efforts he never even earned.
     
    [X] He took what is yours. You will take what is his. Maybe not today or tomorrow. You do not know how such a thing can be done, but you shall accomplish it. The Tohsakas took their magic from the Edelfeldts; the Matou shall be yours. There will be no 'take backs', Zouken.
    The strange new thing in the spider's web... is another spider.
     
    [X] You don't like what just happened, and you're going to let him know that. With an interpretive dance!
     
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    • All you can feel.

    Hate.

    Hate.

    There are hundreds of bones in your body, thousands of nerves, countless drops of blood and hundreds of worms, settling into place and tying them all together, feeding you and feeding on you.

    If they were all sliced apart, and the word 'Hate' was burned in the smallest of letters, etched across every centimeter of skin, carved into every fragment of bone, seared burning into the very core of your being, it would not match up to one percent of one percent of the hate boiling inside of you for this old man.

    Hate.

    Hate.

    How dare he. Do this to you. Force this on you. Make you accept it... and then demonstrate that he could easily just take it away again. You writhe, inside.

    You can hardly breathe from the weight of the pain and the hate. Can barely move one arm, fingers clutching, clawing.

    Your hand finds an ankle, and you squeeze, fingers digging in.

    Grandfather is more worm than man. His skin is hanging loosely off of his form, and you cannot feel flesh or bone inside, but the writhing of countless, innumerable worms.

    He shifts his leg, shaking your grip off effortlessly, and a kick crashes into your ribs. Calculated force. Not enough to break bone, but enough to lift you from the ground, send you a short distance away, knocking against the ground once, twice, then stopping.

    Hate.

    "I'll... kill you... someday." you rasp.

    Grandfather contemplates you idly.

    "Perhaps." he allows. "We shall see. Compose yourself, and then come to the parlor."

    He doesn't see you as... a threat.

    At all.

    .... is he wrong? Not... yet.

    Some day.

    You will kill him, some day.

    Some day, you will devour him in full, and take everything of him for your own.

    A burning hate lingers in your bones, mingling with strange hunger.

    You breathe, and feel how the malignant stench seems to have left the basement, without grandfather's direct presence. He still swarms here, writhing messily. But his main, primary focus, elsewhere. Within his walking body.

    .....

    You breathe slowly.

    It all still hurts.

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    • [X] Follow after Grandfather and listen to what he has to say. Pay attention if he starts talking about the Matou magecraft. Also try not to be killed by him. You can't kill him if you are killed, can you?
     
    [X] Follow after Grandfather and listen to what he has to say. Pay attention if he starts talking about the Matou magecraft. Also try not to be killed by him. You can't kill him if you are killed, can you?

    Yeah, this seems reasonable.
     
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