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Alma Heart Game

You fall into mud. It is sticky and sucking and cloying and whether you stay still and try to remain calm or struggle and try to get out, you're sucked downward. You can't breathe, you can't (of course) see, and you can feel the crushing weight of earth on you. When the blackness becomes overwhelming, you find yourself somewhere else...

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[ Strutting on in with a certain metal arm dude! Trisha's covered in blood and wearing a puffy skirt that he wasn't wearing before. He doesn't appear to be in pain, luckily.

He takes a finger out of his pocket and places it in the bowl. ]

T, think you can stay and keep watch over the...bowl of parts?

[Attempt at damage control is go.]

Well, yeah, I think I can. Where are you off to in a hurry?

[ Please don't be mad at him, T's getting bad vibes. ]

I want to see if there are any more...body parts to pick up down below.

[Keeping his voice pretty neutral, though. Not trying to sound angry.]

... That's all, right? [ on the other hand, trisha sounds like a sad puppy. ]

Uh-huh. We're hoping there's not going to be any more blood and gore down there.

Well, if there's more of you it should be fine. Don't get yourself killed.

[ He sits down in front of the bowl and plays with the lace on his skirt absentmindedly. ]

[just as Kanda walks in, holding some body parts, covered in mud and blood, his clothes full of holes, lipstick on his jaw]

[and dumping a hand, a brain, a foot and . . . some weird non-usual-body-part thing into the bowl]

The man of the hour! Alma loves you, by the way.

Yeah. I know.

. . . why the hell are you wearing her clothes.

[ Oh crap ]... She said I could have it.

[ Ok this isn't a total lie it's more like she didn't say that he couldn't have it. She didn't say anything about it at all. ]

Give it to me.

It looks good on me.

[I SWEAR TO FUCK, TREVOR]

[ He stands up to take it off and throws it at his face. ]

Fine, whatever.

[grabs it and storms upstairs]

[ Curls up on the floor on his side.

Why can't he have nice things? ]

What is--

I think I don't need to know.

Alma--no, that's right. Alma's past, or his self from the past, says to tell you she loves you.

. . . yeah.

[a pause]

Thanks.

I think she wants to get married, 'cause of the whole--ring finger--she said--

You guys seem a little young for that, but I guess you could get engaged or something?

—WHAT

[Shrug. Hiding a grin though.]

It's up to you.

We—can't—

I'll give you a quest for rings.

No!

Re: A RETURN

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