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SIREN'S MELODIES
[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.
Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.
Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .
And then she looks at you all with pity in her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in blue also.]
Poor, poor, Sirens, victims of one of the worst tragedies, and yet you also committed one of the worst tragedies. I can't decide whether to feel bad for you or to hate you.
Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.
Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .
And then she looks at you all with pity in her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in blue also.]
Poor, poor, Sirens, victims of one of the worst tragedies, and yet you also committed one of the worst tragedies. I can't decide whether to feel bad for you or to hate you.
Re: DECISION
CHARACTER, 5
[And suddenly you feel it, that any story revolving around this legend is true. Any mention of any legend, story, etc. these are all true.
You believe it so firmly in your heart, you would rather let your feet dissolve into dust than allow anyone to change your mind.]
MELODY 2
You're worried about people finding out your DEEPEST SHAMEFUL SECRET. You're like EXTRA paranoid. If someone event hints something in relation, you can't help but try to get them to shh
DEVOUR 1
POPPING POPDROPS!
A hip new candy that always has a mystery flavor and has a fizzy inside. If she reaches into her pockets, she will always get a new one. Wrapped ofc.
ROYALTY 5
You are happy.
You are happy.
You aren't happy.
You can see the stars above you and you sigh. Despite this, at least you're free from the spotlight, away from the stalkers, the crazy fans, the perverts ... you're free.
You're free.
You're free.
YOU'RE NOT FREE.
Fuuuuuuck this, you'll put someone else in your spot, see how they like it. You didn't go through the hell and all those experiments and scrubbing in dirt to become a skeleton in a chair, THAT'S STUPID AS HECK THAT'S SOOO STUUUUUUUUUUUUPID.
You see it, one of your hair pins on the ground.
[You desire to cause misfortune upon others.]
DEVOUR 5, idk what to call it cw absorbing/merging/is this like vore?!
Now, not necessarily with your teeth, that's silly although you're not opposed to it.
But you wish to become them- no, you want them to become you.
You don't want to kill the storytellers, you want to absorb them. You wish to take them. Hold them. Love them.
[If people touch you for prolonged amounts of time, they'll find themselves being absorbed by your person like quicksand.]