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You have arrived here; nothing happens until you roll your die.
You have arrived here; nothing happens until you roll your die.
'Do not do it. Do not do it...' Kitty sat perfectly still on the prettiest stone bench built into the prettiest fountain of the prettiest park in Destiny City. This was objectively one of the nicest parts of town, where people found it acceptable to pass through even after the sun had set. Whether they were right or wrong was irrelevant- the fact that it seemed safe enough to be here was good enough for most. And because so many bodies passed through, Kitty had come to realize that the Negaverse liked it here as much as any other.
Easy draining targets, and so long as no one was assaulted or killed, it would stay populated with no one the wiser.
A good Senshi would probably rise to stop them at every opportunity... But Kitty was more interested in simply watching his enemies. This area was unique enough that as long as he didn't bother anyone else, no one bothered him. No one wanted to risk a fight and scare the easy victims away. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think they were studying him, too, but everything was from afar, and it wasn't as if he was out showcasing his magic.
He was only sitting, and they were only draining. They barely dealt with each other outside of that.
Except today.
He was certain that die on the ground was some kind of bait for him. He'd seen one such trinket before, even had it stashed away as an interesting (but potentially dangerous) curio, and Kitty had no doubt this one would do the same as the last. He shouldn't touch it. Traversing the board and then being spat back out here in a weakened state... Absolutely foolish of him.
But he was also wildly, inexplicably, morbidly curious who would pop out the other end if he did touch it... He shouldn't make an active choice to put himself in a dangerous situation, however-
Kitty wasn't perfect, and if someone wanted to play with him, who was he to deny them? So despite all of his inner monologues 'don't do it, don't do it...' He did it. Of course he did. He reached out from where he sat, plucked the die up between his fingers and drew it to his chest. And unsurprisingly, just as before, he was no longer seated on the prettiest bench in the prettiest park.
The board was as he remembered: just a single path with one way out, and he was bound to go through it.
