Who has two thumbs and has been watching Utena lately?
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You're in a carriage ripped out of a fairy tale gawking like the commoner you are on the inside. Your golden hair wiggles with excitement, even tied up in the high bun and tiara braid as it is. You're second from the head of a 12 carriage procession, flanked by guards in blindingly burnished suits of armor, each one on a noble stallion.
Your inner horse girl you thought was dead and buried has clawed it's way out of the grave.
<Emo> "Please make it stop squeeing...it's unnerving..."
<Flashy> "This is
exactly where we belong, dahling."
You see in your mind's eye a Harajuku fabulous version of you with a raspberry beret painting furiously. Flecks of paint fly off and make your mind more colorful.
"...You think I could capture the horses' spirits with a photograph?" you ask Bridgette. She's sitting across from you and looking bored put the window.
"Huh?" She looks over to you. "If you had a spirit camera, yeah."
You hang out the side of the carriage and pat the nearest horse, ruddy red with a golden mane. "I mean metaphorically and stuff."
"You can probably do whatever you set your mind to, Sis," Bridgette says. "But why would you wanna paint horses? Your hands are made to seize victory, why waste them on painting boring horses?"
<Sporty> "Nothing that can be used in sport is boring!"
<sober!Sensible> "And if we paint them instead of ride them, there's less chance we crack our skull open!"
<Sporty> "That sounded pretty emo, Sense."
<Sensible> "I am
extremely hung over."
You plop onto your sinfully soft carriage seat. "A warrior must use their hands to create, not just destroy."
Bridgette clenches and unclenches her fist. "But what if there's something you can only grasp through destruction?"
You think back on any Bad Ends Bridgette might have been a part of and draw a blank. She wasn't really a character of note in either Fall From Grace or My Bloody Valentine. Heck, you think her name only shows up in the materials book for MBV.
Not knowing her as a character, but friendly to her as a person, you try to suss out what she means.
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What Did She Mean By This? Challenging Sensible check (DC 12) - 4, 2 +4
Check failure!
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You can't get to the bottom of it, but you feel it's something punching alone won't solve. You also feel it won't lead you to a Bad End.
Probably.
[How do you respond?]
[ ] Whatever it is, you can break through it! Never give up!
[ ] You must grasp why you need to destroy something first, then see if there's a way to grasp what you seek without destruction
[ ] A tightened fist cannot grasp anything, or something.
"In any case," you say, "painting and writing and stuff helps sharpen your mind and enrich your soul. Like a balanced breakfast, a balanced life is the best!"
Bridgette gives you a dark look, before sighing and nodding. "...You're right, Sis. Probably." She lounges in her seat. "But maaaan, I just want power sometimes. Enough to beat Elder Brother, at least."
"The Prince fights?" you ask. The phantom pain of a sword through your throat makes you gag a bit.
Bridgette throws up her hands. "That's the problem! He doesn't and he still kicks my butt! So he got the stupid Ironblood Crest even though I worked so hard for it..."
Hey wait, you think. Didn't the Ironblood Crest determine who would be considered the heir to the Alteisen family? Didn't Prince Alteisen say in game it only went to men in their family?
"Hey Buri," you say to Bridgette, "you know you don't have to be a dude to be a prince, right?"
Bridgette harrumphs. "Did you hit your head again? Also, why are you calling me Buri?"
"I'm serious," you tell her. "And just because your brother has the title doesn't mean he's one either. Double and I think Buri's a cute nickname for Bridgette."
She stares at you in abject silence. For a while, the only movement comes from the bumps in the road and the beating of your hearts. Her sour face sweetens into something like admiration.
"...What makes a prince then, Sis?"
You rub your neck. "A prince is made by protecting what's precious, even if nobody else will."
Bridgette looks down, her fists clenched. She takes deep shuddering breaths and is clearly trying not to cry.
Instincts draw you to her to draw her into a hug. The two of you sit like that, Bridgette blinking away fat tears as you stroke her back, until a very familiar sound jolts you back to your reality.
"Someone jumped in front of Lady Claudius's procession!"
"It's an accursed Darkling wretch!"
"Hit her again! Her tainted soul still dances!"
You hear the thump of flesh on road and almost take leave of your senses.
<Sensible> "Stay with us! You're okay, you're okay."
<Sporty> "We gotta go help whoever we hit!"
You nod and crawl out of the carriage window. Bridgette opens it behind you.
The two of you see a porcelain doll in a dirty dress dashed to pieces. Her pale skin is glazed with blood and caked with dirt. Her raven hair flows about her like oil from a ruptured tanker. Her red, mesmerizing eyes, stare unfocused at the blue sky above.
You get a good look at her face and freeze.
It's Lily Valentine.
Your procession just ran over your ticket back home.
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[What do you do?]
[ ] Panic
[ ] Get an adult
-[ ] Autumn
-[ ] Justine
[ ] Get her into your carriage
[ ] Use your clout to get some help (Medium Flashy check)
[ ] Try to use the magic you learned to heal her (Challenging Brainy or Artsy check)