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 Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 9:29 pm
Decyl stared at the goddess in suspicion. It's not that he didn't trust her, but why is it that every single person including himself look so very strange like the creatures they have been fighting?
His wariness never left him as she gave him the gift. It wasn't very big, but the most noticeable feature on it was the fact a key was tied to it...hm. Slowly opening the bag upon the urging of the goddess, Decyl only glance at her in even more suspicion. The bag was full alright, full of air. What's he supposed to do with it? Her orders were insane. He was supposed to go and cut open some dead person for their heart. Great.
Decyl let out a sigh while giving the goddess a very tired glance and hurried along. Before opening the door, he gave the goddess once last look and catches her smile. He tried to smile back before heading on to whatever place she wants him to be.
...Why are there three doors.
Decyl didn't know but giving all the doors a once over, he quickly ran through the third door that was shaped like a tree.
He shuddered when the door closed, and left him in nothing but total darkness. 
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 9:48 pm
Man, this place is dark. Squinting at his surroundings, Decyl could barely make out the way without kicking anything. He has already kicked and wounded his foot more then he would like, and it doesn't look like the place was getting any wider. He winced as he squished through the place, taking note of the sudden moister that seem to appear magically and the voice. Oh great, another voice.
This one was chanting a name. Over and over, and over, and over. It just refuses to shut up, and it just gets so very irritating because that name is so. Very. Familiar.
Where has he heard it? He knows it from some place. Who is chanting?
He didn't know, but it did distracted Decyl enough for him to walk into a crate. Ow. That really hurts more then it looks. Wait...He could hear something.
Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Looking around for where the sound originated, Decyl felt around the crate. Flinching slightly as he grab something that felt oddly like an arm. The sound stopped, and it causes another shudder to run up the poor guy's spine. It doesn't stop him from his search though. He search around the crate, and kept it up until he realize it was from inside. Decyl shoved the crate's lid open with much effort, but the mystery was solved...and he has also found his goal. The heart that the goddess had wanted. He better cut it out.
Snip, snip.
The heart was slowly extracted from the woman's body, yet as he was about to pull it out he felt a touch. It was at first soft, but then turned into an iron grip on his hand. Oh balls. Decyl panicked and tried to pull away but the figure clawed at him.
The soft greeting of goodnight could be heard as the name was repeated in an odd echoing effect. He can't remember what is going on, but at the side of the bed there stood a lady with her hand over his forehead. She stroked his hair with a soft smile on her face. It almost feels like a dream scape. Her wild hair looks oddly out of place in comparison to her current actions yet...why does this suddenly feel so sad?
Altrice. That was her...
The memory simply cuts off there, leaving the rest in the void. He had no idea when the body stopped moving, but it was once again lifeless in his grasp. Decyl winced before placing the body back in the crate. The feeling of the hands clawing at him...he could still feel it. Trying not to let it bother him too much, he went to retrieve the heart and threw it in the bag. This is not worth it, but he must. Something tells him he must.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:20 pm
Swears started escaping his lips as he dragged his feet across the less stable floors of the room. It was irritatingly hard to track through, and it definitely feels wet and slippery. If he haven't been paying attention to his own walking, he probably would have slipped a few times already. Though, that didn't save him from walking face first into the dead end.
Wincing and glaring daggers into the darkness (the walls the other way you dork), Decyl had to keep from screaming because suddenly there was foot steps. Where? He wasn't sure but no matter how he looked, there seems to be no actual cause of the sound. Only darkness and himself...also this weird water.
A voice suddenly called to him, "Please give it back."
He flinched and refused to look for the source of the voice. He knows this voice and dear god he needs to keep going. Keep going before it catches up and...
The water was getting higher, and higher. And by the time he finally stopped to think, the water was already up to his neck. Decyl could very well drown himself here, yet he did not do it on purpose. Hands. There were hands, dragging him down suddenly, pulling him deeper and deeper until he was face to face with Altrice's now grey, dead eyes staring at him.
[ "Give me back my heart." ]
"Let go, mother!"
There was yelling, crying and screaming. Decyl wasn't sure but it was giving him a headache. There was anger, and violence going on left and right in this memory. What is going on? Altrice, his mother, was screaming something at him, and he yelled back. It slowly evolved into a fight between the two and just as it started, it ended with him in a headlock. The memory was strange because moments after the two started insulting each other and had begun to laugh. Why were they laughing?
"You're such a dork." Altrice mumbled as she released him.
The memory ends, and once again Decyl finds himself in the water, face to face with what appears to be his mother.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:27 pm
He never thought he would resort to this.
Decyl clawed at the hands holding him down, trying to rip away from her grasp yet it doesn't seem to work. Her hold on him just seems to become stronger and stronger, until it slowly begins to suffocate him. He needs to get out of here, he can't stay here because there are things he need to do. He needs to get away, find a weapon, he has one, where....
Bringing out his scissors, Decyl impaled it into the figure. Biting back his apologies and panic as the figure shrieked. Not long after, she disappeared completely from sight along with the water. He could hear himself throwing up whatever water was in his system and frowned at the feeling of it. It burns.
When he finally collected enough thought to pick himself up and to leave, Decyl could have sworn he saw his mother standing there with the scissors in her hands. Her hollow eyes burning into the back of his head. However, he shook it off as just his mind playing tricks on him as when he turned around, there was no one there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:15 pm
The next goddess has appeared to tell them their task...Oh great. The dagger seems to implement fighting...Great.
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Eyes suddenly snap open, and immediately closed again. It hurts to open his eyes. It was too bright…why is it so bright?
Decyl wasn’t sure, but as he forced his eyes opened to look at the world around him, he was greeted by four blank, white walls. What? How did he get here? He wasn’t sure about this either. He was sure he never fell asleep, nor did he remember being knocked unconscious. Yet, maybe it wasn’t time to ponder these questions. First things first…the location. Reaching around, Decyl is sure there is a metallic surface underneath him, and when he got to look, “I see, it was a table.”
From there, he moved on, exploring. Occasionally he would flinch at the sound of the lights, but aside from that, nothing. No other sound, or presence or anything but the metallic table, the humming lights, and him.
Exploring more of the room, Decyl found a door. At least there was an exit. He took it and…outside of the door only bares more white walls. A difference compared to where he was now in that it was a hallway and not a room. He took a couple of steps outside, and a door slamming shut. This caused him to turn around instantly, but left him baffled when the door inches behind him remains opened. Was there another door?
The room didn’t look any different than before, so Decyl moved on, slowly and steadily, cautious of the unfamiliar environment. He should leave, he thought. But first, he must find an exit.
Thud
What was that? A shiver went up his spine. He turned around but there was nothing…The sound greets him again and when he turned to look again…A figure. Who? Scissors. They have a pair of scissors…oh s**t.
[ Decyl uses Run Away ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:17 pm
Panic. That was what he was doing. Decyl was panicking, and trembling like a leaf.
A door. Maybe...
Dashing at full speed, he had expected the door to be unlocked...
It wasn't.
Oh s**t.[ FEET | 40 - 5 = 35 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:19 pm
How do you...A note.
What's that note saying.
A=0, B=1, C=2.
...What is that supposed to MEAN.[ FEET | 35 - 5 = 30 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:20 pm
Note tell me your secrets. He plead silently as the figure got closer.
Oh no.
Quickly. Quickly. Quickly.[ FEET | 30 - 5 = 25 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:20 pm
Is that...
There was another note!
A C E G.
Pardon? Ahhhhh....
Silence, and then, idea! He got it! Typing the code 0245 into the panel, the door opened and he dashed right through it. Not once did he bother to turn around, and not once did he stopped fleeing until the prickling sensation on his neck creases. [ FEET | 25 - 5 = 20 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:30 pm
He was outside.
Feeling the breeze of the wind, it was nice, but no, it was no time to stop. Decyl kept on running, darting his way towards the bridge. It was old, and terrifying, but he has to make it through.
He could hear the figure taunting him. Saying things like retribution and stealing his heart. He refuses to let that happen.
So he runs.
Not once looking back, only at his goal.
And when he finally got to the other side, Decyl could hear the sound of something falling. Oh. It was the bridge. There was now a giant gape between him and the figure. Though the giant distance should give him a sense of safety...it doesn't.[ FEET | 30 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:35 pm
s**t.
There was no other choice. Decyl threw back his dagger to stab the figure but it was too late.
Gone. She was gone. Missing, for so long and not yet return. She was gone gone gone gone. And not a single confirmation of her death or survival could be find. It hurts not know, and it hurts because he felt oh so betrayed when she had promised to be quick. She was supposed to be home. With him.
The memory ends, and he was greeted by nothing but pain. The figure got to him first.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:18 pm
A s**t, he was bleeding.
The scissor sticks to him as he fell. It wasn't that it didn't hurt and that he didn't want to rip it out, but it was impossible...He could barely feel his hands anymore with how terrified he was. The looming figure wasn't helping and...His thoughts stopped.
It was becoming difficult to focus.
Ahhh, he was almost there. Almost done with this annoying a** following him since the beginning of this weird white labyrinth. If only...Maybe if he had...All these what ifs and if onlys. But it was too late to think about them now. The figure draws close, ripping the scissors from where they had struck and...Quote: The last thing you see is a blackened, disfigured body near and a face stare at you, empty and silent. A pair of hands reach towards you, one of them holding onto your head. You can't move. You are paralyzed. You hear a strange thudding sound that increases and realizes it is your Heart. "Don't worry," coos the voice, "It only hurts once." There is a loud snip and then a second. You feel the sharp pain only once before that disappears too. The figure walks away, one hand holding your Heart, still beating, the other hand holding a pair of rusted scissors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:01 pm
[ DAY THREE ] Decyl was baffled as he met the third goddess. She…was very endearing, too endearing. He took a cookie and only nodded to her words, scared that if he refused, something horrible will happen. He slowly backed away from her and into the gate.
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Staring at the area before him, Decyl glance at the table and its two occupants – a pink bottle and a blue one. His surroundings were odd with its…white powders, fluttering in the air. Returning his focus back to the bottles, he narrowed his eyes at them before taking the blue bottle and chugged it down.
Ugh. He feels funny…as if he’s forgotten something. What was it?
Not taking notice of the table spinning, but jumped back when an arrangement of snacks greeted him instead of the lonesome pink bottle. What in the goddess’ names? Decyl was sure, but examining through the three treats, he though “why not take the one that’s going to kill me?”
So taking a bit out of the chocolate, Decyl immediately regretted it. His chest feels heavy, so very heavy. Maybe a drink? He was then greeted by teacups, each decorated in different colors and shapes. Eyeing them all, he reaches for the dark blue cup with the questionable contents and downed the tea. He already took a bite out of that crazy chocolate, this tea can’t very well kill him anymore then make the heavy feeling worse.
It did end up worse. Now he’s feeling destructive and furious, and just plain in rage.
A strange sense of spite flowed through him as he saw the familiar mother figure trying to reach him. He refused to let his companion or the figure see the anger that was bubbling in his chest. Instead, he showed them something else – panic and regret. Who wouldn’t when the apparition of such a familiar figure just appears from thin air and attempts to reach for him after such a long time? Yet he was just so very angry with her. She had to leave him. She had to just leave him when he need her the most. He wanted to yell at her, to scream at her, to to to…
There were so many feelings just screaming at him, and things he wanted to do. But none of them were of any positive reasons. They were all so very hurtful and angry and possibly out of hate. But no, he didn’t want to show his friend this side of him so instead, he fled.
Oh s**t. What…
It hurts this memory. So very badly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:16 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood red Description: Rage, single-note. Your commentary on its flavour:The way to prepare for betrayal was to expect it. This was his outlook, it had been for years. Trust no one. No one is worth trusting. He wished he had some way to convey that to the person who brewed this memory. It felt like such a waste, all that wrath. But maybe that was the envy speaking. The most he could ever muster was exhaustion, a grim, resigned, "yeah, that's how it goes." He had always stifled the anger. He had not let himself feel it in a very long time, because he had prepared for everyone failing him when he needed them, including himself. The taste of rage was frightening and immense, but invigorating.
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