Rifts - DMH - Camp Union

[artistic-witch]

Vi looks at dusty ," are you sure all your marbles are up there ? Or did the sack that holds them got a hole in it ? "

[Chaser1]

She fires back with, "Are you sure all your marbles are up there? Or did the sack that holds them got a hole in it?"

Dusty lets out a low chuckle. “I lost mine a long, long time ago. It’s pretty liberating! Give it a try.” He sinks his teeth into the heart, and blood jets from the ventral valve, splattering across Vi and Megana. They glance down at their own hearts, slimy red and dripping, the raw smell of iron hitting them hard. The crowded room’s thick humidity turns the air heavy and muggy, making every breath taste like blood.

What makes it even worse is that Dusty continues chewing it, blood dying his mouth like lipstick.

[Icy_Drake]

Megana stares at the raw heart given to her for a minute and without hesitation she eats the heart to get this over with as the blood paints her lips red. "Hopefully this is the only time we have to eat it raw?" Megana asks respectfully

[Chaser1]

Megana has been staring at the heart this whole time like it’s the world’s worst Valentine’s Day gift. Without warning, she snatches it up and takes a massive bite, blood instantly painting her lips like she’s trying out a new shade called Arterial Red. A fresh jet of blood squirts out and splatters across Vi’s lap like the heart itself is offended. “Hopefully this is the only time we have to eat it raw,” Megana says, somehow managing to sound polite while holding a chunk of cardiac sushi.

“Yeah, just this once. But later, you might actually develop a taste for it.” Dusty forces the words out as he swallows, his face doing that tight, twitchy thing people do when they’re trying not to vomit. His eyes begin watering, “I didn’t...” He cuts himself off, gag reflex staging a coup.

[Icy_Drake]

"Yeah yeah say that with a face that dosnt scream i wanna vomit" she finishes eating the heart before dusty and then moving onto the steak eating it like she didnt devour a raw as fuck heart with a face that says let me fucking sleep.

[Chaser1]

“Yeah, yeah. Say that again with a face that isn’t screaming ‘I wanna vomit!’” she snaps, tearing off another chunk of heart with the dead-eyed expression of someone who desperately wants a nap more than she wants to live.

“Hey! You don’t have to eat the whole thing,” Dusty blurts, suddenly alarmed. “It’s just one bite. One! It’s tradition around here. If you keep going, you’re gonna make yourself sick!”

But Megana feels perfectly fine; annoyingly fine, actually. Once she stops thinking about the whole raw heart.

[Chaser1]

Vi studies the blood splatter across her legs with the same expression someone gives a pigeon that pooped on them twice. Around her, the entire tribe cheers as Megana and Dusty chow down like they’re at some deranged Fort Hammer eating contest. Vi, meanwhile, just shuts her eyes and tries to pretend she’s anywhere else, preferably somewhere with soap. Then the room goes dead silent... Because something… slimy… starts oozing out of Vi’s hand. Not dripping, but reaching, like it has ambitions. The goo stretches toward the heart with the confidence of a toddler grabbing a forbidden snack. Vi’s eyes snap open, and she realizes she can control it. New ability unlocked: Sentient Nightmare Slime.

With a burst of determination (and zero hesitation about how medically concerning this is), she uses the slime to hoist the heart into the air like some grotesque puppet. She tries to take a bite, but coordination is not her strong suit yet. Instead, she tilts her head back and seemingly accidentally squeezes the heart like a stress ball from hell. A jet of blood blasts upward. Instead of dodging, she leans into it like she’s doing a deranged electrolyte commercial. Blood sprays into her mouth, across her face, into her hair. She looks like she’s auditioning for the lead role in Fort Hammer Nightmares: Buffet Edition.

Dusty watches, disturbed, the exact expression of a man realizing he may have made a terrible, terrible friend. Vi grins through the dripping gore, opens her eyes, and locks them directly onto Dusty’s soul. That’s when Megana and Dusty both feel something invisible brush their cheeks and ZAP! A static shock hits them so hard they both yelp like startled cats.

Vi, fueled by unhinged determination and possibly delirium, swallows the mouthful of iron-flavored slushy, tries not to breathe, and finally takes a massive chomp out of the heart. Three seconds later, she begins retching like a lawnmower full of gravel.

From across the room, Payton cackles, “Ha! I knew it! She couldn’t do it!”

And honestly, Vi can’t even argue. She’s too busy trying not to eject her soul.

[Icy_Drake]

"Well one no one said one bite so its on yall for not being specific....also fucking ow what in the living hells just shocked me.. vi i swear if you keep shocking me ill hit you with a butt end of a rifle" Megana sighs.....getting up "i am going to get some fresh air" she leaves after eating her food.

[artistic-witch]

Vi yells out ," dont puke !!!"

[Icy_Drake]

Megana rolls her eyes no even listening to vi
As she enjoys some fresh air taking her mind off of what just happened and thinking about Sam...and wonders if hes thinking about her...