Something is pushing Roulette, and it feels inescapable, but it's not right--it's not the right kind of inevitability, it doesn't feel like his murderer. Pushing back against it accomplishes nothing, though, and he's increasingly bad at resisting any kind of inevitabilities since the gala, so he gives up and lets it shove him through a pane of glass, finding himself in a bizarre hall of mirrors.
Well. He might as well look the part. He shifts the illusion on his mask to be a smooth pane of mirror above his face, and goes looking for something interesting.
He’s Not You (closed to Boothill)
Something here almost feels like Garnet, but also not—but it’s enough for Roulette to be able to lean into Finality and let it sketch him a path through the halls to find whoever or whatever it is. He puts his illusion up the usual way, so that his murderer can see through to his real eyes, but everyone else gets the illusion over his mask. When he reaches whatever he’s seeking, he sees familiar black and white hair and extremely unfamiliar clothes.
“Garnet?” He doesn’t think it is, it doesn’t feel like his murderer, but it also doesn’t not feel like his murderer, and honestly it’s very confusing and he would love to be able to outsource any decisions about what he should do, except that would be Garnet’s job, and he’s not here. All he has to lean on on that front is the Finality itself, and a head of Aeragan hair.
Roulette | Elation/Finality AU Aventurine
Something is pushing Roulette, and it feels inescapable, but it's not right--it's not the right kind of inevitability, it doesn't feel like his murderer. Pushing back against it accomplishes nothing, though, and he's increasingly bad at resisting any kind of inevitabilities since the gala, so he gives up and lets it shove him through a pane of glass, finding himself in a bizarre hall of mirrors.
Well. He might as well look the part. He shifts the illusion on his mask to be a smooth pane of mirror above his face, and goes looking for something interesting.
He’s Not You (closed to Boothill)
Something here almost feels like Garnet, but also not—but it’s enough for Roulette to be able to lean into Finality and let it sketch him a path through the halls to find whoever or whatever it is. He puts his illusion up the usual way, so that his murderer can see through to his real eyes, but everyone else gets the illusion over his mask. When he reaches whatever he’s seeking, he sees familiar black and white hair and extremely unfamiliar clothes.
“Garnet?” He doesn’t think it is, it doesn’t feel like his murderer, but it also doesn’t not feel like his murderer, and honestly it’s very confusing and he would love to be able to outsource any decisions about what he should do, except that would be Garnet’s job, and he’s not here. All he has to lean on on that front is the Finality itself, and a head of Aeragan hair.