That's all I can ask, then. [She nods.] We'll get there. And I'll get better at this, too. You're not going to take me down without a fight!
[Lisa watches with a grin; Junna says that, but is pushing for it anyway. But it looks like she's about out of time to woolgather, and she tilts her head, as Junna sets up for later. She takes up her stick again, but she doesn't hurry to take her shot.]
An endless hallway, that eventually looped in on itself. Students lugging stuff around forever. But... no real danger. Everything's okay on the surface, even if you can tell things are stretched to breaking. I don't remember where we found it, but there was a door somewhere. It... went to an elevator. Longest ride of my life, and of course there were Torments... A Torment I swear was Zeke-san, and another that I'm pretty sure was Hibiki-chan. And one I'm thinking was Nikki. They... they weren't super dangerous, but they surprised me. Chaosbringer-san showed up once, and...
[She's got her next shot in mind, on the purple ball, but she can feel her anxiety surging. Maybe... maybe it'll be fine. Lisa takes a deep breath to steady both her heart and her hands, before leaning in front of the table. The shot won't be easy but it shouldn't be too bad either-] ...and the Torments turned into me, and Amane-kun, and Senpai. And the one of me said- [She adjusts her grip, slides the stick through her fingers experimentally a couple times.] -"I made a mistake once, and I've ruined my self worth because of it," like a statement of my issues distilled down to a handy one-liner. [She twitches, but she shoots anyway. Instead of the smooth thunk as she strikes the ball, there's a dull sound as the tip strikes off-kilter and the cue lists sideways, drifting to a stop after a short trip. She stares at it blankly.] I- I shot her. I was so pissed off, not only did this random Torment start spreading rumors, but it wasn't even right. I told her, "I trusted the wrong people and they glued my self-worth to my desk, flushed it down the toilet, shoved tacks in it, and cut it to ribbons before setting it on fire and letting it burn for eighteen months."
[The butt of her stick falls to the floor with a small bounce.] Then I shot her again.
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[Lisa watches with a grin; Junna says that, but is pushing for it anyway. But it looks like she's about out of time to woolgather, and she tilts her head, as Junna sets up for later. She takes up her stick again, but she doesn't hurry to take her shot.]
An endless hallway, that eventually looped in on itself. Students lugging stuff around forever. But... no real danger. Everything's okay on the surface, even if you can tell things are stretched to breaking. I don't remember where we found it, but there was a door somewhere. It... went to an elevator. Longest ride of my life, and of course there were Torments... A Torment I swear was Zeke-san, and another that I'm pretty sure was Hibiki-chan. And one I'm thinking was Nikki. They... they weren't super dangerous, but they surprised me. Chaosbringer-san showed up once, and...
[She's got her next shot in mind, on the purple ball, but she can feel her anxiety surging. Maybe... maybe it'll be fine. Lisa takes a deep breath to steady both her heart and her hands, before leaning in front of the table. The shot won't be easy but it shouldn't be too bad either-] ...and the Torments turned into me, and Amane-kun, and Senpai. And the one of me said- [She adjusts her grip, slides the stick through her fingers experimentally a couple times.] -"I made a mistake once, and I've ruined my self worth because of it," like a statement of my issues distilled down to a handy one-liner. [She twitches, but she shoots anyway. Instead of the smooth thunk as she strikes the ball, there's a dull sound as the tip strikes off-kilter and the cue lists sideways, drifting to a stop after a short trip. She stares at it blankly.] I- I shot her. I was so pissed off, not only did this random Torment start spreading rumors, but it wasn't even right. I told her, "I trusted the wrong people and they glued my self-worth to my desk, flushed it down the toilet, shoved tacks in it, and cut it to ribbons before setting it on fire and letting it burn for eighteen months."
[The butt of her stick falls to the floor with a small bounce.] Then I shot her again.