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Seven Deadly Cupcakes

[Today, Nero was unfortunate enough to find out about "unique" properties of the Northern Wing. Worst of all, he seemed to be flat-out stuck in the room until he did what was required of him.

On the wall above a large fold-out table there was a note:]

Please enjoy the cupcakes before exiting the room.

[Underneath, the table was decorated with seven plays multicolored frosted cupcakes, all of which looks absolutely delectable. There was definitely something suspicious about them though, even without the note...]

((OOC: So, the rules. Basically your character can't leave the room until they eat at least one cupcake. The effects are based off the seven deadly sins, and you can interpret how your character would represent those sins however you wish. Here's the list:

Blue Icing: Lust (intense desire for power, money, fame, etc.)
Orange Icing: Gluttony (over-indulgence to the point of wastefulness)
Yellow Icing: Greed (excessive materialism)
Light Blue Icing: Sloth (physical or spiritual laziness)
Red Icing: Wrath (uncontrollable hatred and anger)
Green Icing: Envy (jealously driven desire)
Violet Icing: Pride (perceived/desired superiority and a lack of respect for others)

Now have fun and mingle! ♥ ))

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[Pastries~~? :3]

[Pyrrha's eyes light up as her gaze lands upon a table of the sweets in the middle of the room. She hasn't even noticed the fact that she happens to be stuck in the room just yet; the mere promise of cupcakes ~~(that aren't made by the lunch-lady)~~ is more than enough for Pyrrha to venture inside and give the room a try. There are so many to choose from... but she doesn't want to seem greedy, so Pyrrha only takes a single red cupcake.]

[After biting into it, she's almost taken off-guard by the sweetness of it... But that's certainly not a bad thing!]

[It's only after she finishes that Pyrrha begins to notice something a little... odd. A slowly-building, heavy feeling from deep within her chest. Pyrrha furrows her brow as she's gradually overwhelmed by a lingering sense of loathing and self-hatred...]

[Nero currently had his hands balled into fists as he tries to keep his cool, but every passing second proving more difficult. He hated it--he hated his arm so much. What had become of it, the fact he had to hide it.

He gritted his teeth as he went to make his way to the door, but he was stopped by a sudden throb and glow in his arm as he passed Pyrrha. Without even thinking, he punched the wall with his left hand, creating an impressive hole in the wall.]

...

[At that very moment, Pyrrha was suddenly overwhelmed by a sudden sense of anxiousness; her heartbeat increasing inexplicably. The young woman quickly turns her head to the side in time to see Nero there; planting his fist into the nearest wall. Pyrrha jumps a bit at the action- then furrows her brow.]

You again...

[*Ba-bump...Ba-bump...Ba-bump... *]

[The girl places a hand over her chest; growing increasingly irritated by the pounding of her own heart. What is this feeling!?] Stop it...

[She narrows her eyes at the man. This feeling... it wont stop. And she's not sure why, exactly- but Pyrrha is CERTAIN that it has something to do with Nero's presence now. That heavy sense of intensity in the air is palpable now; slowly tearing away at her patience. She grits her teeth, before shouting in frustration;] ...I said STOP IT!

You...

[His breathing is heavy, and he turns away from the wall to take a few heavy steps towards Pyrrha.]

Why does it hurt around you?!

[It was infuriating, every time she came near him, Nero was painfully reminded of the arm he was keeping under these bandages. That voice in his head, begging him for power...the shame and loathing he felt from having to hide it all this time.

Nero looked as if he was going to throw his right arm out at Pyrrha, but instead he slams it into the wall much like he had with his other hand.

Then, he does it again, and again, until there's an elbow-deep hole in the wall as Nero heaves to catch his breath. From that hole comes and eerie blue illumination and Nero hunches slightly over it, clearly trying to hide it.]

[Pyrrha took a quick step backward as Nero approached.] S-stay back--!

[She clutched her shield in hand; ready to defend herself- but instead of attacking her, Nero once again buries his hand into the nearest wall- much deeper this time. That strength... it's... incredible.]

[...Inhuman, even.]

[The girl blinks; eyes widening as her eyes catch sight of that visible glow. Pyrrha's heart pounds in her ears as she hesitantly takes a slow step forward; brow furrowed as she anxiously approaches.] ...You lied...

...-about your arm. Didn't you? [Pyrrha frowns. Suddenly, her tone is somewhat accusing as she reaches out to touch his shoulder.] What are you hiding..? Show me!

[Before Pyrrha's hand even has a chance to touch him, Nero's trapped her wrist in his left hand, squeezing it tightly. He turns his head to leer at her, irises taking on a dim red glow.]

Don't...touch me! [He shoves her arm back, backpedaling as he retreats his arm out of the hole and quickly hiding it behind his back. Pyrrha may catch a glimpse of it, but it's covered in sheet rock and tattered bandages, making it hard to make out.]

I don't have to tell, or show you anything.

-! [Pyrrha's breath hitches; wincing as her wrist is squeezed tightly in Nero's grip. Her eyes momentarily widen as she catches a glimpse of red within his pupils; and soon enough her own eyes are narrowing as she's shoved back a bit.]

[Pyrrha takes hold of her wrist; frowning at Nero as she does so. The quick glimpse of his arm as he attempts to hide it behind his back is all the confirmation she needs in regards to her suspicions.] ...I knew it.

[The girl straightens; glowering at the man in front of her.] You call yourself a "holy knight"... But you're not 'holy' at all.

You're a malfested... -A demon.

And a hypocrite.

I'm not... [Nero's voice actually shakes, both from anger and from the pain her words cause him.

A hypocrite. He was a hypocrite, wasn't he? But he didn't ask for this arm. It wasn't fair--he didn't want it! Why, out of all of Fortuna, did it have to be him?

It pissed him off, and it hurt, and right now Pyrrha wasn't helping.]

I'm not a demon! [He screams as if that will make him believe it, and then, his chest heaving again, he starts to walk towards Pyrrha.]

And what about you, huh?! I can feel it--you're one of them.

[He sneers, pulling his Devil Bringer up so those claw-like, illuminated fingers of him clearly show. He can feel the power reverberating inside of it, wanting out.

Nero's not exactly sure how he does it, but when he throws his hand out at Pyrrha the glove and bandages hiding his arm rip to shreds. At the same second a giant ghost-like hand lurches out from over his elbow to grab her.]

[It happened in an instant. As soon as the phantom hand came into sight, Pyrrha suddenly leaps backwards; flipping back a good distance and landing across the room with a heavy thud. The girl visibly seethes at Nero's words, and she shouts back with a desperate cry.]

I AM NOT!!!

[Pyrrha glares fiercely; visibly trembling with anger.] You monster... ngh.....

No.. [-Strangely enough, despite not being touched by Nero's attempt at grabbing her, Pyrrha begins to visibly cringe- as though in intense pain. She grabs at her right arm and grits her teeth as a powerful surge of dark energy courses through it; feeding off of her negative thoughts and self-hatred.] I am nothing.... NOTHING like you!

You're disgusting... [She suddenly lowers her head; panting for breath as she tightly clutches onto her right arm. Pyrrha's voice shakes with pain and adrenaline as she momentarily drops her sword to the floor.] Disgusting..

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[Disgusting. The word digs into Nero like a knife, culling all his shame and insecurity, and he can feel his rage surge again, out of his control.]

[He lets out a feral cry as he leaps towards Pyrrha, extending his Devil Bringer out to grab her again. This time he succeeds and yanks her back towards himself...before throwing her at the adjacent wall. It's enough to send her crashing through into the next room with Nero chasing after.]

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[Too distracted to even see it coming, Pyrrha is suddenly lifted up from her position; caught tightly in between the fierce grip of that ghost-like hand... but before she could even respond to the action, the blonde finds herself being hurled against-- no- through the opposite wall and straight into another room with great force.]

AaAH-!!! [She screams sharply; her body landing in a heap upon the floor of a room that had been adjacent to them. The average person would probably have had damn-near every bone in their body broken after an attack like that... But, miraculously, Pyrrha stirs mere moments afterward...]

..........

[-And then she's back.]

[More specifically, she's outright lunging back in Nero's direction; speeding back towards him with a look of savage fury in her fiery red eyes. Hand outstretched to grasp the man by the throat, Nero will likely notice that the hand which attacks him.... Well, it's barely a hand at all; now corrupted into a grotesque deformation of what was once flesh- but is now a twisted compound of metal and bone. The unsightly claw-like limb has managed to rip straight through the right sleeve of her debris-covered dress.]

BASTARD...!

I knew it. [Nero spits out, stopping in the arch of his make-shift entrance into the room.]

You are one of them--and you called me a hypocrite! [He jumps out of the way of her attack at the last second, then spins back around. Nero pulls his sword off his back in the same sweeping motion, bringing it down on Pyrrha's grotesque arm.]

ALL ABOARD THE WRATH TRAIN

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