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[As the feed flickers on, ELISE is shown standing in the lobby thinking through her plan one more time.]
[ELISE]: Ugh. I hate how stupid the rules are here, but if Chance is right about this, then… maybe just playing by the rules will help the two hosts actually understand who they’re dealing with…
[She walks up the steps to the little catwalk, with all the doors to the dorms. She passes by CHANCE’s room- definitely not going to battle him yet, even if he’s bound to say yes. Then there’s the two cultists- certainly the easiest win here, but they’re the unlikeliest to actually agree to a fight. Finally, she reaches the third dorm. Her chosen foe for the day, as she goes to knock on it, the door slides open on its own.]
[The girl from Kansas nearly falls right onto ELISE, but she quickly sidesteps.]
[DOROTHY]: Oh great. You. What were you doing standing right in front of my door?
[ELISE]: Oh, you know. I just wanted to see how my favorite farmgirl is doing. Have you adjusted to having running water yet?
[DOROTHY glares at ELISE, unamused.]
[DOROTHY]: Believe it or not, I do actually have something I want to do now, so. I’ll need you to stop blocking the way.
[ELISE continues to block the path, looking smug at DOROTHY.]
[ELISE]: I don’t believe it. I mean, what could you even want to be doing here? You’ve been nearly as shut in as the puppet freak, and at least he has an excuse.
[DOROTHY]: UGH. Just get out of the WAY!
[DOROTHY shoves ELISE, causing her to topple to the floor. However, the instant the push happened, something odd occurred. The duo instantaneously teleport into the simulation room.]
[ELISE]: Well, isn’t that convenient.
[DOROTHY looks up, processing what happened.]
[DOROTHY]: No, NO. I don’t want to DO THIS.
[She looks at the door. It’s still open. Maybe she can just leave, and get back to what she was going to do in the first place.]
[ELISE]: Oh, I guess I should have expected this sort of reaction after your last match…
[ELISE stands up, dusting off her skirt. DOROTHY continues to walk away, trying to ignore her.]
[ELISE]: I mean, didn’t you just get beat up over and over by him? An aerobics instructor?
[DOROTHY has stopped walking away.]
[ELISE]: Kept slipping and falling on the rain-covered rooftops… Some rough form for a so-called warrior, you know?
[ELISE]: Oh, and then the little witch person popped up! And then you kept throwing yourself at her, over and over and over, getting nowhere. Chance said it was really funny.
[ELISE]: And for me, the funniest part is that, what? On tier lists, Witches are SO low. D-Tier at best. I don’t even know how ANYONE could have trouble with one. They’d have to be pretty weak to lose to a witch.
[The instant the last word leaves her mouth, DOROTHY rushes ELISE, kicking her square in the stomach with her heel. ELISE goes tumbling across the white simulated void.]
[DOROTHY]: How’s THAT for weak? Huh? HUH?
[ELISE coughs and shakes the pain off, standing up. Finally, this is what she’s been waiting for.]
[ELISE]: Oh, and for confirmation’s sake, can you say this is a fight now?
[The girl from Kansas doesn’t say anything, and instead rushes towards ELISE, Galebringer at her side. ELISE just smirks.]
[ELISE]: I’m sure that’s enough for the hosts.
[ELISE touches one of the walls, activating a Simulation, as she begins to run away from DOROTHY. As she does, the white void gives way to a sandy landscape, with abandoned artifacts and archaeological tools strewn about.]
[As the chase continues, DOROTHY lands firmly on the ground, and then jumps into the sky, almost as if the air itself is helping her. She glares at ELISE, aiming her blade at her, but as soon as she goes to strike, she finds it blocked- by ELISE’s reinforced selfie stick.]
[ELISE]: You like it? It’s custom made.
[DOROTHY just groans and goes for another swing, causing ELISE to continue to parry them. Spinning left, then right… Then, at one point, she just throws the thing square at DOROTHY’s head. She ducks, but she’s disoriented enough to not take an attack on ELISE as she- takes off her jacket?]
[ELISE]: Oh, you’re gonna love this.
[With her jacket tied around her waist, her top half is almost completely invisible- outside of her head/eyewear, her white tank top, and her rose gold jewelry. She then rushes to approach DOROTHY, throwing invisible punches. Not all of them hit- she can find good enough tells based on how the shirt moves- but quite a few do.]
[After being knocked to a kneeling position from a particularly rough one to the face, she gets an idea. Her blade starts to spin, and she thrusts it into the sand, causing a ton of it to blow directly at ELISE. While her eyes are protected from any sand attacks- it does end up covering and sticking to her exposed arms, leading to a much easier target to hit.]
[ELISE]: UGH! Not fair!
[She stumbles back, trying to brush off the sand on her- but ends up tripping over some of the simulated equipment. DOROTHY approaches, standing over her. As she approaches, the small burst of wind she caused has grown and grown, until almost a fully fledged sandstorm starts up. The sun gets darker and darker, and all ELISE can see is what’s right in front of her. DOROTHY leans in.]
[DOROTHY]: Still think I’m weak?
[ELISE smirks- a smile that might actually be visible for once, due to the sand on her face.]
[ELISE]: Yeah, a bit of a breeze isn’t changing my mind. Say cheese!
[ELISE pulls out her phone, and at point blank range, takes a flash photo of DOROTHY. This causes her to stumble back, and gives her enough room to land a two-foot kick to the stomach as well as standing back up.]
[ELISE]: Oh and, farm girl? Silver slippers are SO last season…
[DOROTHY stumbles to get back up as well.]
[DOROTHY]: Well- WELL- YOU LOOK LIKE. A PEPTO BISMOL BOTTLE.
[ELISE]: (...Is that… an insult?)