Part 1...
[ You chose the Second Door ]You hear people calling for you, cheering, for a second it seems nostalgic. For a second images of photos, faces, overlap with your vision. They seem to be saying a single word over and over again as they call for you, the word, the name is unfamiliar. As you walk through, these images disappear, the only thing burned into your eyes the afterimage of shadowed, still bodies staring at you.
The door shuts behind you, firmly, the second you enter. It is dark. You have to fumble your way through the abyss. All sound is locked and trapped. The hallway seems to be moving as you move, shaping itself towards the direction of your footsteps. You reach your first obstacle at the end, hitting it accidentally. It echos a hollow thump and then a thud.
It is a large crate.
Thud.
You move around to feel around it. It is blocking your pathway.
Thud.
The top of the crate is opened, and there is an unusual shape sticking out. The shape simply does not fit into the crate.
Thud.
Without knowing why, you grab onto it. You feel only ragged, empty fabric, as it slides between your fingers and falls back into the crate with a final thud.
Something is wedged almost perfectly into the box. It feels like hollow whispers and tattered edges. As you reach a little closer you hear something else. Through the folds of the fabric you can barely see the edges of a glowing steady yellow.
Thump-thump.
A heart.
Thump-thump.
Extracting the Heart is a tedious, but not difficult. You use your scissors and snip away at the first layers of ragged fabric covering the heart, and then the second. There are a bunch of strings, tied in complicated patterns around it. You cut through those too, one by one, piece by piece, making sure not to cut into the heart. At least it is ready to be taken.
Thump-thump.
You remove the Heart. It stops pulsing
Slowly, you place it into your bag.
The door shuts behind you, firmly, the second you enter. It is dark. You have to fumble your way through the abyss. All sound is locked and trapped. The hallway seems to be moving as you move, shaping itself towards the direction of your footsteps. You reach your first obstacle at the end, hitting it accidentally. It echos a hollow thump and then a thud.
It is a large crate.
Thud.
You move around to feel around it. It is blocking your pathway.
Thud.
The top of the crate is opened, and there is an unusual shape sticking out. The shape simply does not fit into the crate.
Thud.
Without knowing why, you grab onto it. You feel only ragged, empty fabric, as it slides between your fingers and falls back into the crate with a final thud.
Something is wedged almost perfectly into the box. It feels like hollow whispers and tattered edges. As you reach a little closer you hear something else. Through the folds of the fabric you can barely see the edges of a glowing steady yellow.
Thump-thump.
A heart.
Thump-thump.
Extracting the Heart is a tedious, but not difficult. You use your scissors and snip away at the first layers of ragged fabric covering the heart, and then the second. There are a bunch of strings, tied in complicated patterns around it. You cut through those too, one by one, piece by piece, making sure not to cut into the heart. At least it is ready to be taken.
Thump-thump.
You remove the Heart. It stops pulsing
Slowly, you place it into your bag.
Taivoh didn't expecially mind the goddess's task towards him, although getting his own gift was a rather strange idea. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, a word echoing hollowly in his head.
Vaith.
Vaith. A name? It was a cool one, it was almost eerily similar to his own-- Oh here he was, at the door. The images stopped, leaving Taivoh with an uneasy sense of nostalgia. He turned around, front to back, side to side, spinning to look for the voices. "Well, thanks for keeping me company guys-- even if you disappeared all of a sudden." Taivoh gave the empty hallway a small wave, grinning with a show of cheer, although not entirely sincere. Why were there voices anyways?
Thud.
A crate?! Ouch, his foot--
Thud.
Ouch, his side. What was that sticking out anyways? Vaith wondered if it was some object, stuck in the crate, attempting to push it out of his way. It seemed like it would be ehavy but it was surprisingly light-- fabric? Taivoh's figure hunched over the box, he reached his hand deeper to feel the texture of ropes against something soft--
Whoever tied this was making it purposely difficult, sheesh, what was the reason for tying it this way anyways?!
With a sigh and pulling up of his sleeves, he got to work. He was mentally building up a list of complaints about the bothersome task when he ehard a familiar cheery voice behind him--
"Ikaite!"
Taivoh turned around, wondering if he had voiced that name himself.. It rolled off so familiarly upon repeating it but he hadn't said it.. because it was something he hadn't realized he knew before now.
They were fistbumping, without a care in the world. In fact, their whle project was to create an entirely unique fistbump that would be entirely theirs and theirs alone.
"___, You spin around and--"
"Dude, I don't even know you."
"Yeah but ___, we're going to be good friends, you and I."
"We are?"
