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Who: Exael, others
When: Day 5, Afternoon
Where: The Arena.
What: Game 3

[ Another day, another blast of the trumpets, another game.

Exael is there this time, in her human guise, standing in the center of the arena, and in the center of a giant circular mirror with a clock face painted on, that has been installed in the floor beneath her.

Both of the painted hands are currently pointed towards XII

Exael raises both her arms with a flourish and calls out as people enter: ]

Come one, come all! Take your positions, for soon the curtains will rise on our next act!

[[ OOC: If you have IRC, please join #raqia on the Lunarnet server ]]

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[ outside of the rooms you are in, you hear a loud ring, like that of a bell marking out the hours. Six'oclock. Strange though it is, it's as if you blinked, and three hours have passed in an instance. All at once the rooms have changed.

do you feel a little funny? ]

[ you feel good, and somehow, stronger. also... maybe a little more irritable? your thorns, your defenses feel in fine form, and you feel prepared to tackle any weird shit, but also less likely to listen to others ]

[ as the clock strikes, there's a pain in your mouth, an ache you (probably) haven't felt since you were a child. a dull ache and pressure, like something from below trying to work upwards.

you're also a little hungry. but you just ate, didn't you?

strange . . . ]