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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 11:39 am
For some, the darkness seemed to last for mere seconds. For others, hours or even days. Yet, as eyes began to open and minds to question, the first thing that everyone noticed was an uncomfortable weight around their throats. Some began to gently inspect what appeared to be wide, thick collars that had been buckled around the necks of every person within the cavern. Others, perhaps the most alert, took stock of their surroundings. Each captive had been flung into an open and airy caged cell that made up part of a cell cluster all set within a larger cavern. Though difficult to count in the gloomy half light, it appeared that there were five or six clusters. And every individual cell had an occupant. The bars were thick and strong, set too closely together to allow anything but a human hand to squeeze through. Looking up, it was noticed that the bars were set deeply into ceiling and floor, so climbing out was not a viable option either.
As more people began to awake and question, delicately wrought iron torches suddenly sprung into life, flooding the cavern in warm, flickering light and dancing shadows. Without warning, a hidden door was flung open and a group of five strange beings (you recognize them as being like the people who jumped and kidnapped you) entered and took up places in the center of the cavern, in full view of every cell-cluster. Before anyone could question this intrusion, the seeming epitome of dark madness swept into the cavern. In spite of the obscenely twisted form and clawed, spider-like limbs, it was apparent that this was, or had once been, a man.
It was also evident that this… person carried himself like a King. Red-rimmed eyes, gleaming with insanity looked around as a long, flickering tongue darted out, as if tasting the air. Finally, the King nodded and smiled.
And within that smile lurked horror, madness and a hunger for death.
“Welcome, my children,” the King’s voices rasped, deeper than any human throat could produce. “Welcome to R’lyeh. You will all die here to answer for the crimes of the past.”
A few voices roared out in denial. No one had committed any crimes, much less against this monstrosity. After a few moments, those voices grew silent. The five guards remained unmoved as the King radiated a terrible, amused menace. Lurching towards the cells, he reached out a clawed and twisted hand, alternately caressing or scratching at the faces of those within. Seemingly satisfied, he nodded and pulled back to the center of the room.
“So spirited,” he whispered in a mocking hiss. “Yes, you will all fight and die for me. I cannot hold those of the past War accountable, but you, their descendants, will pay for what was done to me, to my people and planet. You will fight for your little lives. Fight and possibly survive. Refuse or try to escape and your deaths will come that much quicker.”
The King’s eyes scanned each cell before settling on one nearby. A young girl, obviously a Page stood inside, trembling and defiant.
“What right do you have, monster, to take us and threaten us so?” she shouted in accented English. “Let us out!”
Tongue flickering over blackened teeth, the King seemed to smile in clear anticipation. With a wave of his hand, the girl’s cell opened. Beckoning to her, the King’s laughter chittered and hissed, sounding like a swarm of insects.
“Well then. Come out, little one. Defy me. Try to strike me down and make your escape. I shan’t try to stop you.”
Emboldened by the King’s words, the girl left her cell and charged the King, summoning her weapon as she ran. Then, almost too quick for anyone to cry out a warning, the collar around the girl’s slender neck seemed to glow for a moment. And then, the girl’s head and upper torso vanished in a mist of warm, red blood as the collar exploded. The remains of her mangled corpse fell to the ground, twitching.
Gliding forward, the King reached for the corpse quickly, multiple, clawed and stick-like limbs daring out from under his cloak to grab the body and draw it to his mouth. Hissing in pleasure, the King ate messily for a moment before remembering himself and glaring around at the shocked and sickened faces of his prisoners.
“You will do as I command,” he whispered. “You will fight and die for my entertainment. And I will take the first batch tomorrow.”
Still clutching the body, the King swept out and was quickly followed by his guards. After they were gone, the torches sputtered and died, leaving the cells in gloomy greyness.
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Cell Cluster Assignments
Each cell cluster is a rough star/circle of smaller cells. The Center of each cluster is an empty circle where the guards will leave food and water for the prisoners to take. While in the cluster, you are behind bars at all times. There might be other clusters, but if so, they are set far back in the shadows and their occupants don't say much.Cluster #1 Chariklo Ida Daveturner Cadharas Leucite Cluster #2 Methone Tribble Ubasti Pollux Pharos Cluster #3 Tantalus Alrescha Nimriel Hatsya Stibnite Cluster #4 Mycenae Hyperborea Cybele Benitoite Omashu Cluster #5 Ayaka Chaldene Mont Blanc Antares Aurostibite Cluster #6 Witherite Acrucris/Sideour Aegir Verlaine Titaniumite
• This portion of the event takes place within R'yleh Castle's dungeon.
• Each prisoner has their own cell which is part of a larger cell cluster.
• Attempts to Magic or Summon Weapons will result in people being exploded.
• Attempts to fiddle with the collars will result in being exploded.
• Automatonic Guards will supply food and water twice per day. It is basically gruel/old bread. Enjoy!
• The Guards will also administer the most basic and rough of first aid to those who've survived their bouts.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 11:26 am
Waking up in the gloom brought a deep confusion and Ida frowned as she stirred, feeling her arm slide across a rough floor as she shifted.
Dark eyes opened on darkness and she groaned softly, aching all over. Where am I? was the first thought in her head. What happened? was the next. The latter, however, was quickly answered as memory returned and Ida jerked up to sit. Memories of some large, inhuman creatures attacking her during her patrol were quickly interrupted by the feel of something about her neck. Her fingers ran along the edge of... a collar? It felt like leather and it had a buckle.
Around her, bars marched in close order and the more she saw, the more she fought against a rising tide of panic.
I've been captured again... I'm in a cell... There were no crystal chains this time, but the horrible, oppressive memory of being imprisoned by the Negaverse sat heavy in her mind. Ida stifled a whimper as she wrapped her fingers around the collar, her hands tightening...
Light flickered to life and startled her out of her attempt to free herself. Ida stared out at the sounds of many people entering the area. With more light, she could see more cages clustered around her, and more beyond those. She could make out people in them, but many of the faces where unknown to her. Something entered the area finally and Ida felt her heart squeeze in her chest as she scrambled backwards, away from the monster who began to speak to them.
This was who had kidnapped them? And he wanted them... to fight? She didn't understand... why was he doing this? Why them? Why her?
She watched in mute terror as a page was taken from the cell and offered a chance to fight for her life. There was no way... there were to many, she was just a page! Ida gave a shout as she rushed to the bars, but the little spectacle was over as soon as it had started... and with shower of gore that had her spinning away from the sight to lose the last thing she'd eaten in the corner of her cell.
This isn't right.... why is this happening? I can't... I can't do this again... Wrapping a hand around cold metal, Ida struggled to stifle the sobs that clogged her throat, rubbing the back of her wrist across her mouth. Was this a dream? Was she dead?
What was going on?
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 12:28 pm
Was it the sounds around her or the skull breaking headache that caused Stibnite's eyes to stir under closed lids? She honestly didn't know or care but if those idiots screaming in the distance didn't stop, she was going to make them herself!
Screaming in the distance...
Red eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light as the did. Above her, she could make out the roof that covered them. Dark stone it appeared. Not at all the night sky she had been out in with Leucite.
Slowly images began to filter back to her. Images of her and the Captain over looking Destiny City. Images of them engaged in battle. And then pain.
"If he back stabbed me, I'm going to..."
Stibnite's words stopped as she stiffly began to rise to her elbows. Just in time too as a 'show' began to dance in front of her.
Inhaling deeply, the young agent began to watch events play out in front of her. A creature far from human. A young woman that dared to speak. And then...
Stibnite did not tear her eyes away. She did not wince, did not even flinch as half of the page rained down on them all. She had seen things before in animals. Gore did not cause a reaction.
What caused a reaction was the fact that humans were the prey.
Her hand reached up to the collar she correctly assumed to be around all their necks. It took all her will power not to attempt to rip the item off. After how quickly that page had lost her head, she did not wish to be the second.
"This is not what I signed up for." Stibnite hissed as she found her way to her feet. She was shaking and unstable as she tested them. "Someone is going to pay for this."
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 1:23 pm
As pale slate eyes had opened the General had taken the time to take stock of himself, his surroundings, and remember what had brought him to this..place, he couldn't be sure where here was and wasn't going to make assumptions. It was in the darkness, seemingly alone, that he had discovered the collar fitted about his neck fitted above the high collar of his uniform. Whoever had grabbed him, he could only remember that they hadn't looked very human to him, had obviously kidnapped and locked him up like some prisoner but why? Who, or what, were they and why was he locked up and oddly enough with no chains.
He had heard others waking, moving around, but he didn't call out to the darkness, to whoever else was locked away in the darkness with him. He did get up and move though, counting paces as he tried to work out the size of the room he was in. Counting to himself as he took each step he was interrupted from his task by the sudden introduction of light. Turning around, from his previous actions, he moved toward the bars and looked out into the lit up area and spied more cells with figures in them. So others had been taken - a lot of others. He could see fuku's but they were not familiar to him. "So senshi..." And likely knights also. Fingers swept through his hair, glad for the hair holder he'd put his hair up with while out patrolling before his capture.
The sound of a door opening broke him away from his inspection of the area outside of his cell and focused him on the door, it hadn't looked like there was a door into this area before. Staring at the creatures which had grabbed him...how many nights back? How long had he been gone? Benitoite found himself wondering just what they were and why they had taken him. He didn't ask though, he hadn't planned to, as some very disfigured...person, no not person, entered the room and took up a central position - clearly the leader. Spider...that was the first thing which came after realizing that this figure was the leader. Sucking in a breath he felt himself start to shake even as he tried to block it, tried to focus himself. He couldn't fall apart now! He couldn't show such weakness this early on. he needed to know why they were here and where here even was! As his knees gave out he clung to the bars, pressed himself against them as he closed his eyes and tried to will away the images of this monstrous figure in the room with him. If he could just calm himself, get his breathing normal, he could learn where they where and why. He could try and work on ways to save himself and the others here with him, as he was sure other officers were here as well. But he couldn't get the image to leave him and his breathing became shallow while he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. One gloved hand gripped at his chest as slate eyes opened and locked onto the figure, watching as if he needed to watch them so they didn't get closer to him. Oh god...why a spider?
As words were spoken, they were heard but didn't register, and a Page lost their life the General continued his own suffering until they were left in the darkness again. In the darkness he tried to remind himself that he'd be ok, they were gone, he hadn't seen any spiders in his cell, he was safe. He tried to remind himself, tried to force these thoughts to the forefront of his mind so he could calm himself even as he felt his chest tighten and his heart pound against it's cage of bond, muscle, and flesh with such force it was painful.
It was nearly ten minutes after the spider like monstrosity had left before he lay there, drained of energy, with eyes open and seeing nothing. Slender fingers undid the jabot of his uniform and weak fingers undid the clasps of his cape and balled it up as a makeshift pillow for his head. He felt drained and weak but in this calm he was able to pull up the events which he had missed, the words spoken, and started to sift through them.
"R ' lyeh..." He mouthed to himself quietly, testing out the word. So this wasn't Earth and thus these weren't humans, as he'd thought upon seeing what had to be the leader of this place. Crimes of the past though took a bit more sifting through the memories of what had been spoken only ten minutes prior before he he had an answer. This was about the ancient past! But he wasn't a knight now, as he may have been back then, he was against them! So why was he here? He wanted to question it, to get an answer for that, but the time to perhaps do so had escaped him as he'd been otherwise occupied. If they were against the knights, and the senshi, why were they here? They were making up for past crimes already. He had seen the Page get let out of her cell, how bold she had been, only to be turned into a mist of red and a mangled half body. There was no way their jailer, so filled with revenge and rage, would simply let her out like there. Had she been too stupid to realize there had to be a catch to his words? "You could see it a mile away." He thought to himself as he felt a yawn creeping upon him and then he was yawning and curling onto his side, head still pillowed by his cape. It was with some difficulty that he removed his coat, shifting about to get it off his small frame, and then he was draping it over himself like a blanket.
At least he didn't have to fight tomorrow, that was a plus in his opinion. It would give him time to think, to plan, and perhaps call out in to the darkness and see who else was here and who would answer him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 1:38 pm
Initially, there was only discomfort. Cool, hard surface beneath his body that was not quite like being on stage. So he hadn't taken a spill while dancing. Good. Eyes as green as a new-growth forest fluttered open slowly, giving time for body and mind to focus on surroundings as dull and chill as the floor had felt. Bars. There are bars...why are there bars? Am I in jail? His brain hadn't caught up yet, but the flash of bright costume, the rustle of fabric, and the increasing sounds of people in distress roused him further.
Aegir pushed up onto his knees, then to his feet, dusting himself off and looking around curiously. It was no place he'd been before, definitely a prison of some sort...but not of the Earth. He could remember, somewhat, how he'd ended up here. A fight - he'd done well until his worn body had given out - too much work in one day, probably. Really I should know better by now... he thought to himself, stepping close to the bars of his cell and looking around to see if he could recognize any among the groupings.
Unfortunately that was when the Mad King came sauntering the ******** in and started talking like they were animals, only present to entertain a sick and depraved being. Which was ludicrous! Like they'd just participate because some crazy ******** said so!
"Not your anything." Words hissed while Aegir was close enough to the bars that when the King reached for him, he was scratched along one cheek. It felt like sick and burning and Aegir yanked back so the guy couldn't touch him again. He's crazy as a bag of cats. Crazier. And sick, so very sick...it pours off him. The blond senshi of silence pressed his hand to his bleeding cheek and glowered while they were all told about what amounted to the Powered version of the goddamned Hunger Games.
Then bad became worse, falling together in a dance of horrible that began with on brave little Page and ended with the same youth ending up as dead as one could be. The glowing collar made him reach up to touch his own neck; yes, he too wore one. They all did. Which meant they could all end up headless if they didn't participate - that was the promise, that was the threat. He couldn't look away, as much as the sight made him sick, he couldn't. They had to bear witness to the bravery of that Page.
He couldn't see everyone in their cages, around his were only unfamiliar faces in varying states of awake and/or horrified from what he could see in the gloom. But there was a bit of a familiar, pretty glow off to one side, just within his range of vision. Ida? Was it Ida? He couldn't be certain without hearing her voice confirm, but he thought so. Who else do I know that might be here? I hope no one...sheesh, what's gonna happen to us? Even being trapped and questioned by Schorl, he'd still had some small measure of 'safety' - illusory or not - because he'd still been on Earth. He'd still had a chance to get away and go home. On another planet, playing at being Tribute for R'yleh's batshit monarch? He didn't have any of that. It twisted his stomach and made him long for his friends...or at least for some way to say good-bye, if he was to die in this misbegotten place.
"Uh, hey...I don't know who's here but maybe...it would be good, when we're all up and maybe not gonna be sick, to do roll call or something." His voice steadied some before he continued, "I'm Aegir." The blond rubbed at the scratch on his cheek and wondered if this would help...or make things worse. When they'd have to fight each other. To amuse that sick ******** of a King.
"Oh, and does anyone know that Page's name?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 2:01 pm
There had been no dreams.
Instead, when Aurostibite woke, it was to a thick, cloying darkness, a pressure around his neck. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel some of the blurriness in his gaze, the fuzziness inside of his head, distorting his thoughts, and tried to sit up. Something clanked; a metallic sound, and he glanced down, fingers flitting over a heavy collar on his throat. A feeling akin to disgust rose in him, battling the confusion and uncertainty, but he tamped down on it, took a steadying breath just as footsteps began to echo through the chambers.
He was not alone; there were others with him, though he was the only one in his own cell. Aurostibite's hand reached out, rested on the bars as his eyes fell on the man sweeping in front of them. A terrible sense of foreboding had settled in his stomach, only growing more pronounced as the girl stood up.
He wanted to yell. Wanted to scream, to drag her back, to tell her to sit back down, because even Aurostibite could sense the horrible, awful feeling of wrongness -
- the blood spattered the wall -
Aurostibite sucked in a sharp breath, closing his eyes briefly. He opened them a moment later, gaze sweeping over the faces of those he could see; there were at least a dozen of them, perhaps more, but his own cell was connected to several others in a small, crowded formation. None of them were familiar, but this was hardly surprising, considering Aurostibite's lack of social skills.
He leaned his forehead against the bars, trying to think, and remained silent.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 2:41 pm
As the fog of darkness lifted, Ubasti turned and groaned. There was pain coming from her head and the memories of what had happened were still a bit muddled up. She did remember someone hitting her from behind and some shadowy figure before her eyes had closed. She could feel something on her neck; she coughed gently tugging at the collar and sat up slowly. Her immediate thought was where was she? It looked like they were in a cage of some sort, she couldn’t see very well and what Ubasti could see she was not pleased with. What had happened?
The torches brought light but not much, Ubasti still couldn’t tell where she was. There were others though, she could hear them moving. Were they all dark mirror? Or perhaps civilians? Ubasti could see that some of them were senshi, that was for sure. So what had happened? When the door opened, Ubasti turned her eyes to the creatures and the man. She figured this was who had taken them, she remembered the creature things. This man, he was no ordinary man. The way he walked and moved, no this was a king if she’d ever laid eyes on one before.
Children? Ubasti frowned deeply, she didn’t know much about her history or negaverse but she had no idea what or where R’lyeh was. What could her ancestors possibly have done to upset this man so much and why should she pay? No one had ever told her she’d have to repay for past sins when she’d walked through that mirror. Now a day she’d all be for fighting some negaverse, but she certainly didn’t want to die out here. Wherever here was. Ubasti lurched back to the end of her cell when she saw him trying to stick his hands into some of the cages; she did not want his hands on her.
Someone called out; this King seemed to be quite pleased someone was defying him. Ubasti didn’t think it was a good idea, not with that smile of his. The girl didn’t last long; Ubasti covered her mouth before a scream escaped her lips. So much blood, her mind raced. She didn’t want to die here; Ubasti turned away and fought back tears. No this couldn’t be it, why her? She moved to curl in a corner and pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around them. They were all going to die out here.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 3:13 pm
Wakefulness did not come easily to Cybele. Her eyes weakly slid half open to see cages full of limp figures before closing again to dreams that were not fully formed. She dreamed of the similar cages from the nightmare future, and then the execution stage, cartoonish amounts of blood flowing round her feet like rivers. She turned to see the girl she'd saved at New Years, bloody and battered but for some reason grinning. Suddenly, her teeth lengthened into fangs, her eyes yellowed, and she sprang at Cybele with a bloodcurdling scream, knocking her back into the darkness. She opened her eyes to the cages again, closed them again, and wished for her bed and for this nightmare to be over.
Her head throbbed. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the memory of being surrounded by strange creatures without auras in an alleyway, so many of them she wouldn't have been able to fight. The ground was hard. The air was distinctly musty. Her dreams, even the magical ones, were blurry and didn't have that kind of detail. Still, she kept her eyes squeezed shut until the door creaked open and there were footsteps in the distance. Then, she forced them open and dragged herself into a sitting position, rubbing at her collar and brushing uselessly at the dirt already coating her white skirt.
The movements where out of nervousness. Her first look at the twisted man told her that something was very wrong. The knot in her stomach tightened with every word. It was hard to make sense of his hatred of their ancestors, but she had faced death before, and knew that she was facing it again before the page even made her idiotic stand and died for it. Blood splattered too close to her for comfort and she shivered. She had failed to prevent deaths before, and it always stung, but watching cruelty while being caged like this was a different kind of helplessness, one that was even worse.
Slowly, she made her way to the corner of her cage closest to the center and curled up, silent for once. Plotting would most likely end up with her dead, and socializing would just make things harder if they were to fight to the death. Looking at those around her, mostly either from Order or the Dark Mirror, she knew deep inside that she would kill them to extend her own life, even if it was only for a few hours and for the entertainment of that awful king.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 3:53 pm
Methone ached as she moved. Cold, and hard. She didn't think it was a pallet on Colin's floor, or the bed of Lorne's where she crammed next to his larger form. She groaned a little, reaching for a blanket that wasn't there.
Then she groaned again when she heard the sounds of metal on stone. And something heavy around her neck. She remembered being out with the boys, patrolling in the park. Her hand intertwined with Mont Blanc's, clinging to Aegir's uniform to stop the labordoodle from rushing after every chaos signature that popped up.
"Monty? Aegir?" Her voice sounded hoarse, and she reached up to pull on the collar. What the hell? Then there was a voice, and it was dripping with...something. Off, wrong. Terrible.
Then there was a girl. Methone brought herself to the cage bars, peeking out and catching glimpses of the king at work. His speech, besides all that threatened her, fell on deaf ears, and the brave page got well...excatly what would happen when you defy a person who would capture more then a handful of powered.
She didn't flinch at the blood spattering, narrowing her eyes. It was like watching a scene from a really good horror movie, and perhaps it was terrible of her, but she filed the scene away as such. Blood spattered along the wall, and the way he ate her.....
She moved back and hummed a little. If she was here....
"Mont Blanc? Aegir?" She didn't know who else was in her cell cluster but...."Are you guys here?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:24 pm
It was the sound of voices that woke her, eye lids blinking once, then twice as violet eyes stared at her surroundings in incomprehension.
Because wherever this was, it didn't look like Destiny City.
The last thing she remembered was that she had slipped out of her Aunt's house to go on patrol for the evening - her very third patrol. She had been waiting for her patrol partner.
No wait there had been a group of strange things that had seemed to come out of no where, although that really was the very last thing she could remember.
She sat up, the movement causing strands of blue-grey hair to move, eyes glancing around to take in her surroundings as her mind slowly registered the fact that there was something around her throat. Something uncomfortable.
And to all looks and purposes she seemed to be in some sort of cell - a proper old fashioned one with bars and everything - like the ones that had been down in the Clink museum on that one school trip that she had gone on back in primary school.
She reached a hand up to her throat because whatever was around it really was very uncomfortable, her questing fingers gentle - only to have them brush against something against her neck - something thick and wide that seemed to go all the way round.
The next thing she discovered was that she seemed to have dropped Mr Patches, because he didn't seem to be anywhere and she pretty sure that she'd had him with her - because she took him with her pretty much everywhere.
Perhaps it was a bit silly at fifteen to still be carting a unicorn plush with her wherever she went, but Verlaine didn't care. Mr Patches was her good luck charm.
He had been with her since her older sister had brought him back when she had come back from a day out nicking and he had travelled with her from the UK to Destiny City when she and her sister had been taken from their Mum and had been placed in the care of their American aunt.
And Mr Patches had been with her when she had been walking home from St Mags and had met the talking cat on the night that she had awoken as a senshi of the Dark Mirror Court.
She had been looking around the cell again, just in case she'd missed something when the lights had suddenly flicked on in the form of torches that looked like they had come right out of Lord of the Rings or perhaps Harry Potter or something.
Although she rather wished that it hadn't when more of the weird things that she remembered seeing before waking up wherever it was that here was entered from somewhere that she couldn't quite see.
And if that wasn't bad enough they were followed by something that was totally Voldemort. Well okay make that Sauron - although ten times creepier.
She tried to scuttle-scoot backwards as the Sauron thing lurched towards her cell, but was unable to avoid the clawed hand that came towards her, eyes scrunching up as the thing petted her face because ewww.
And if being maxo-creepy wasn't enough the thing was deluded too because she wasn't going to fight for some creepy Sauron wannabe and she certainly wasn't going to die for him - it - or whatever the hell that thing was.
It seemed she wasn't the only way to think that way as a girl - some sort of Order person she was guessing because she'd had been told a bit about auras and whilst the girl's aura didn't feel as strong as some of the other auras - it didn't feel comforting like the dark chaos of the few Dark Mirror auras she had come into contact with - challenged the Sauron wannabe and then when he dared her actually charged at him.
It was over in what felt like seconds and Verlaine couldn't help the distressed sound that escaped from her throat, one hand scrunched up in her navy overlay as her violet eyes stared fixed at the remains of what had been the girl - unable to look away - even when the Sauron wannabe reached out for the corpse and then ate the girl's remains.
Oh god she was going to be sick.
It was a close thing, her stomach churning and bile at the back of her throat - but somehow she was able to keep it in - able to stop herself from vomiting.
She was wrong about the thing being ten times worse than Sauron - it was a hundred times worse - No a thousand times worse as it told them with a cold whisper that she could hear clear as anything even in her cell that it would take the first batch of them to fight for its sick entertainment tomorrow.
And then finally it was over and the thing was gone, taking what was left of the girl with it.
For a moment was almost weighty, but then it was broken by a voice, one that sounded close by.
"I'm Verlaine" she said from where she sat huddled from where she'd stopped after trying to scuttle-scoot away from the Sauron wannabe.
Oh how she wished that she had Mr Patches with her.Syrie assuming Verlaine would have heard due to them being in the same cell cluster. sorry for double quotes spotted some typos
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 6:23 pm
Mont Blonc knew something was wrong from the minute he woke up, although he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. His neck felt stiff, his body ached - the floor was cold and hard. Where was he? It was harder to open his eyes than he thought, and when he did, it was more gloomy darkness that greeted him.
Patrolling. That's right, he'd been patrolling with Methone and Aegir when they'd been attacked by - had he gotten drained again? - no, no, that couldn't be. It didn't feel the same. Even if it had, he hadn't been alone. Unless they'd gotten drained too, there was no way they would have just left him there.
They'd been in the park, surrounded by cool grass, not this.
He pulled himself uncomfortably to his knees, his hands slowly moving to explore the source of the stiffness - feeling the length of the collar that encircled his neck. "What - ?" Panic struck him like a slap in the face, and everything seemed to come into sharper focus. The plethora of voices and sounds stirring around him. More importantly, the bars on every side of him, locking him in like an animal.
Mont Blonc reached out and touched the bars, trying to keep his breath level and calm even as his chest tightened. 'Oh god.' He stood up, shakily at first, and pushed against the bars with his hands. Then he kicked them. Then just he tried slamming the entire length of his body against them, trying to use his full weight to see if he got any leeway. They didn't budge; he didn't stop trying, not until every side of his prison had been tried. No flaws, no weaknesses. No escape.
'Oh god.'
He wanted to call out, to see if Aegir or Methone could hear him -- but he couldn't. He didn't know if he could deal with the knowledge that they'd been thrown into cages along with him. He hoped they weren't there, desperately hoped. - was this the negaverse's doing? No, no, there was chaos here; at least one person he could see in his cluster was clearly negaverse. So what was this, then?! The panic was just starting to really take hold when the thing that held itself like royalty entered.
Again, Mont Blonc could do nothing but stare on in horror. 'You will all die here to answer for the crimes of the past.' He couldn't muster the voice to say he'd done nothing wrong. He didn't want to fight, he -- he tried to flinch away from the twisted hand of the king when it came for him, but the claw made its mark across his cheek. After that, the page stayed glued to the far end of his cage, his hands curled around the bars.
When the girl, a page like him, was slaughtered in a spray of blood and gore, Mont Blonc just slid back to the ground with a heavy thud. The sight of the king devouring her remains -- no. No, he couldn't do it. His breath came faster and faster as fear tightened around his neck worse than the collar, his chest aching with the weight of his terror, his eyes watering not because he was crying, but because even back in the dark, he couldn't stop staring at the blood she'd left behind.
She'd been like him. That might be him. That could be him.
Then, he swore he heard - no, no, no, "M-methone?" He couldn't look away, and his voice was strained and choked. He said it again, louder: "Methone? - Aegir??" Please don't answer, please let him be wrong.
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Omashu was young herself; her birthday had been a week ago, marking her fifteenth year. She didn't really know how to process all of this; the spider king, the collar, the death of another page like her. She was numb. She was scared.
She was staring in disbelief at the general who was promptly putting himself to sleep after that, and her face twisted with anger and disgust. "Hey!" She kicked the bars of her cage as hard as she could. Because she could deal with him right now; there wasn't a thing she could do about anything else. "What's wrong with you?! - how could you just go to sleep after something like that?! Say something!!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 6:48 pm
From where he lay, curled up and tired, he could hear someone, he hadn't a clue from where, speaking and mention people introducing themselves followed by a name. Listening for other names to follow he heard at least one more introduce themself, Verlaine, but there were other names he picked up on and made note of.
Well, it certainly seemed like a good number of people had been captured and taken in by these aliens - how nice. He felt his lips form themselves into something of a mock smile, showing how much he disliked this situation, before he raised one hand lazily into the air without moving from his position. "General Benitoite here." How many would know him? Did he care at the moment? There was no way any of them could fight, aside from verbally, so he didn't worry over who else was sharing this room with him. Shifting, getting comfortable he heard the kick at the bars near to his and than the voice.
"What's wrong with me?" He questioned before slowly pushing himself to sitting up and narrowed his eyes in the direction of the female. "I can go to sleep because I need it and logic dictates we all will need it. Unless you want to be paraded out to put on a show for him while tired. If you want to surely die first than go right ahead and don't rest at all." He snapped, irritated at her questioning him and demanding he say something, he didn't need to listen to her one bit!
"If you want to talk than we should put our efforts into talking about what we know, skills, and planning on how we can accomplish anything of worth whilst we're here and alive." The words left him after some moments, tired sounding as he laid himself back down. God his body felt tired and so did his mind but he figured he might as well give this senshi what she wanted, even if it wasn't just what she wanted.
"We must work together, loathe as I am to say it, but for any of us to survive we need to work together and pool whatever information we can glean. For those who go out tomorrow...bring back whatever news you can. We may need it." He said before tilting his head toward the female who had challenged him. "There, I have said things, does it please you?"(Anyone else can respond as well.)
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 9:18 pm
(Also anyone else in clusters 1 and 3) Things had not gone the way they had been planned. Not that they ever did for the young page. Cadharas slowly came to, his eyes fluttering as he rose just abit. It was only once he was alert enough that he realized that, even though his eyes were open, the world still seems abit more blurry than usual. He reached his hand up to his face, a reflex action to check his glasses, only to find that they were, in fact, gone. "The bloody hell?!" He cursed as he reached about, hunting to find his glasses. He was basically useless without them, but, even if they were broken, they would do him some good. He had often wondered why he had been chosen to be a Knight, though right now he was beginning to understand. Not everyone was meant to be the hero, some were meant to be the backup. He stated to hear the sounds of others in the distance, and then the sounds of whom he could only assume was their captor. He reached if his neck, feeling the collar so very tight about it. Just the touch made his pulse quicken, but as he kneeled there he heard a cry and then a rush of hot, wet, liquid on his face. "Blood...?" He glanced up, seeing the blurred for of a woman on the ground. s**t, what were they up against? He scrambled abit faster, finding the glasses and tossing them on. The world was much clearer now, but oh how he wished it wasn't. ------------------------- The sounds of people exclaiming and the feeling of fresh blood are what broth the young knight to her senses. She sitting up near instantly, her head a whirl of pain as her eyes tried to focus on the dark room she was in. There were cells, bars, others nearby. She was not alone in this, but what was this? She knew that something had gone down, she witnessing the sight of the mad king filling his face on a meal. She glanced to the others near her, confusion in her eyes as she took note that they seemed to be from all lots of life. Negaverse, knights, Senshi, none had been safe this time. "What is all of this? What did I miss...?" Her voice was gentle, but raspy, she still coming out of her induced sleep. She only remembered dark figures, creature's coming at her and then darkness. This same darkness that she found herself in now. She knew very little odd what was going on, but she knew this, one girl was dead, she would not be the next. It was then that she heard someone in a nearby cell causing a fuss, she glancing in that direction and rolling her eyes. "b***h all you want, we are not getting anywhere until we work out some sort of plan"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 9:30 pm
There were many things Leucite had expected to see when he opened his eyes. A cage was not one of them. Groaning, he rubbed his head, shaking it slowly as he tried to get a feel for his surroundings. His neck was stiff.... and there was something on it. Reaching up he felt at the collar and then stopped. Nope this wasn't good at all. He heard the King enter, and he watched the spectacle going on with a somewhat disassociated mindset. After all, just looking around the cages nearby told him he wasn't the only one that had gotten captured. He wasn't seeing a lot of Negaverse either. Which was good and bad. Wincing, he finally paid attention as the page attempted to summon her weapon and was effectively turned into pink mist. His stomach roiled for a moment, but he didn't get sick. "What a damn waste..." He muttered darkly to himself sitting. Looking over to the guy fishing for his glasses he chuckled darkly. "Yeah, you might want to leave those off buddy, unless you got a good stomach for gore." (Anyone else also in Cluster 1)
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 10:07 pm
Titaniumite woke pissed and angry. There was a lot of s**t going on, but the lieutenant wasn't gonna deal with it for long.
"OI, YOU b*****d." he screamed from his cell, after watching the events unfold. "WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE, LITTLE b***h?" He shook the bars more.
He didn't really care about the page, but like ******** if he was gonna sit here and be a offering like that stupid move hunger games.
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