[the clown weapons bear down on them-- one aims a watergun down at him, which somehow pierces through as if it were a real bullet. he barely has time to gasp in pain...
before he's suddenly in the hallway again, soaking wet, a hand pressed to his chest.]
[ i am choosing the sword balloon, because something about being decapitated by a balloon is hilarious. anyway, cloud's staggering himself, leaning against the wall and one hand to his throat. there is nothing to see here, he wears a turtleneck. ]
What... the hell...?
[ did they just get KILLED by CLOWNS? is this a game over screen????? ]
Maybe not where you used to be. But these weren't popping clowns. [ he's rubbing at his throat before he shakes his head and looks back at this door ] ... Might want to mark this one off for everyone else.
Not my idea of a good time, either. [ he also coughs up a petal, but he does not bother trying to hide it. it's ... bright green? wildly so. ] And neither is this bullshit.
[ he didn't have hanahaki!!! what the hell is this!!! ]
[ in a completely exasperated tone, but then he looks at his bright green petals and just. looks. confused. ]
This is just... [ he shakes his head ] Exploding murderous clowns and color-coded flowers. Any other weird stuff in yours I should be worried about this week?
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[the clown weapons bear down on them-- one aims a watergun down at him, which somehow pierces through as if it were a real bullet. he barely has time to gasp in pain...
before he's suddenly in the hallway again, soaking wet, a hand pressed to his chest.]
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What... the hell...?
[ did they just get KILLED by CLOWNS? is this a game over screen????? ]
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[WHAT HAPPENED TO CLOWNS THAT POP INTO CONFETTI]
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[he pauses to cough into his palm, stuffing the petals into his pocket immediately.]
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[ he didn't have hanahaki!!! what the hell is this!!! ]
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[he is negative enthused to deal with it again, thanks.]
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[he huffs out a breath.]
The colors correspond with one's emotions.
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[ in a completely exasperated tone, but then he looks at his bright green petals and just. looks. confused. ]
This is just... [ he shakes his head ] Exploding murderous clowns and color-coded flowers. Any other weird stuff in yours I should be worried about this week?
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[ though the second part makes him stop to think ]
... There was one greyscaled room in these, too.
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[he considers, a moment.]
The central area was consistently lacking in color, there, so that seems related as well.
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