With no ears to rely on, Serafina had to watch with her eyes more than she ever had, looking from left to right, attempting to figure out just where she was and how much more there was to this hallway by the amount of light she saw, the amount of people she saw, and how much more these stairs seemed to shrink and go on.
Every step was rather difficult, but she could do this, couldn't she? No matter how much she hated steps, the steps would not defeat her. She needed to know what the meaning of all of this was, even if her meaning was to be nothing but a pawn or entertainment for some pillar.
How could a pillar be conscious, anyway?
Then again, how could a fragment of some other person in some other world exist?
In the distance, she could have sworn she saw some faces that looked familiar, squinting and attempting to make them out more clearly. Was that the rest of the Blue Kingdom? That was The Family, Her Family. She needed to get to them, and perhaps, that was what motivated her to climb up more stairs.
In her excitement, she stumbled right by them, and coughed awkwardly. Well. Not like they could hear her. Still, she turned around, hoping her zooming by them had gotten their attention, and waved, sitting down on the stairs to get a bit closer, but not exactly wanting to climb back down.
She very much hated climbing up stairs.
The Voice echoing in her ears surprised her, especially after hearing nothing for so long. Her eyes widened, before she shook her head, determined not to be beat down by the thing that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. "I don't care what you say," she hissed, aloud, voice still working even if she had no way to hear it. This caused her voice to be a tiny bit slurred, but it was still clear, the message very obvious.
"Say what you want, Voice. I will figure you out."
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Name: Senator Serafina Arai HP: 50/50 Kingdom: Silver Rank: Wild Card Miasma Color: Silver Appearance: Serafina is a humanoid female of average height, dressed in rather plain silver clothing. She has dark hair that goes slightly behind her shoulder and curves at the end, with blue eyes that stand to be her identifying feature. Unlike the actual Serafina, this Serafina chooses not to wear a surgical mask, knitted scars making her mouth look like Joker's. Steps: 19 + 36 = 55
Each of them was carefully scooped up, crushed into the hug, and received--you guessed it--a kiss on the head from Gargantuan. A good amount of struggling would be able to free them, and though he was panting from the weight, G steadfastly began to climb the stairs with his arms full of his Family.
They'd do this together.
As soon as his foot hit the 50th step, The Voice jolted through him, and Gargantuan's pace slowed. No. He thought back at it, surprisingly firm. Because of you, I am a fake. A copy. Something that never was. Once you are gone, I will be too.
Steps: 81
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Name: Gargantuan HP: 50/50 Location: Tower base. Appearance: A big, thick man, wearing a bowler's hat and the white clothing of the silver kingdom. Formerly of the blue kingdom.
As he approached, and maybe tried to scoot around them, he got pulled into a giant, bone crushing Hug by G. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as the one he had gotten just minutes ago from Olivia. On wing was pinned and the other flapped uselessly, as he tried to free himself. From a cute girl, it was almost acceptable, from a giant man, even one as gentle as this giant, the one who had willingly sacrificed himself for the team, it was not nearly as wanted. In silence he instinctively cried let go. But the words feel only on deaf ears and instead he received the second kiss of the day on his head. Ewe.
Even drunk it was not pleasant.
It seemed he was not alone in his mistreatment, at least it wasn't only him.
As he passed up the steps the voice chided him for fighting. Well what was he supposed to do? He didn’t remember ever making a deal with it. It made him angry, that thing just… created them only to be ruined. He didn’t want to be a pawn in its game. He never trusted it. The other voice, the one from his death giving him a second chance at his fake life, was much calmer. “Well, when this ends, at least you are coming with me.” He told the voice. Pride. Whatever it was. Wait reforged? What did that mean?
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Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: Target(s): Rank : Wild card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Andrew is a smallish teenager that looks around 14-15 with short brown unkempt hair. He is in silver kingdom clothes and looks comfortable in them. He has short wings protruding from his back and a pair of short stubby horns on his head. His colorings are all in browns.
Reading the script above the door, Aedan shook his head, before stepping through the entryway--as far as he was concerned, the only important thing was getting to the end...and seeing what, or who, the Voice actually was...and why he'd put them all through this--if they weren't real, then what had been his point in creating them? There were too many questions, to his mind...and not nearly enough answers.
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Stairs Ascended: 20 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, and it's weighing him down. He's wearing plain, somewhat washed-out looking clothing, with no decoration whatsoever.
One question that Clyde had to ask as he went up the stairs was: Why stairs? Why not an elevator, or something that could just take them to the top? Then his own thought started answering his own question.
Welp.
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Name: Clyde Caroyne Current HP remaining: 50/50 Rank Ability : Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character description: A monochrome version of the original red and maroon pawn. Clyde is simply here to help clean up this fake truth he is living in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Step - 15 / 100
Ahh, it was so quiet. Clyde would have tried to talk, but then he remembered: Their voices were gone.
Ugh, back to silently running towards the top...like everyone else.
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Name: Clyde Caroyne Current HP remaining: 50/50 Rank Ability : Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character description: A monochrome version of the original red and maroon pawn. Clyde is simply here to help clean up this fake truth he is living in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Step - 33 / 100
The problem with G was that once he got moving, it was impossible to stop.
He was the Juggernaut, b***h.
And the hug that he had while running up the sirs, jarring with each step and jostling.
And there was no way to tell the large man to stop. but ow, ow, it hurt and he wanted off this crazy ride.
the voice had its irritation and by the power of its godly superiority complex, forced Jing to listen.
The mouthed "You can blow me" hopefully reached its ears.
No Nuk, not you, shut up. the fun trip was halted when he found the wiggle room and managed to get out, without getting touched on the butt.
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Name: Jing Zheng HP: 50/50 Rank and alliance: Wild pawn of Silver, with a heart of Blue Appearance: 5' 11 male, former runner pawn of the blue kingdom. Donning the plain, unflashy clothing of a silver reborn with the only striking feature of his raven hair and dulled grey eyes. Progression: 40 + 18 ( icly: 58 ) out of 100
Clyde jogged up the stairs. His mind was pretty void of any thoughts of, all it knows was: Get to the top.
Suddenly, the Voice spoke.
He stopped in his tracks, took in a deep breath, and started running again.
I just want this dream to end. Those who did not exist need to remain that way.
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Name: Clyde Caroyne Current HP remaining: 50/50 Rank Ability : Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character description: A monochrome version of the original red and maroon pawn. Clyde is simply here to help clean up this fake truth he is living in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Step - 57 / 100
He walked up the first couple stairs quickly, then hesitated, realizing exactly what the words above the door had meant. There was no sound from his feet landing on each stair, no rustle of fabric, no sound of wind, or scrape of feet along stairs. Lifting his foot, he continued on.
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Stairs Ascended: 20 + 7 = 27 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, and it's weighing him down. He's wearing plain, somewhat washed-out looking clothing, with no decoration whatsoever.
He wondered how many of the others he'd seen gathering at the bottom of the tower were on the same path as he--how many of them, since they had all seemed silver, just as he was, now, had been told the same things, and was just here to get some sort of closure?
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You hear the Voice talking to you. It sounds displeased and disappointed. "You dare take the powers of the others, when I created you, gave you purposed, and promised you a Kingdom. You dare raise your punitive claws against me? Even reforged you will never be on the same level that I am."
Continuing up the stairs, he frowned, wishing that this communication was a two-way street. He wasn't here for a kingdom, or to take anyone's powers. Was the Voice's grip on reality (or at least, this version of it) slipping?
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Stairs Ascended: 27 + 26 = 53 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, and it's weighing him down. He's wearing plain, somewhat washed-out looking clothing, with no decoration whatsoever.
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It seemed like the Blue Kingdom could not bear to be apart. Seems like they'd go anywhere for each other, together, even to the end of the world.
Grunting silently as G began to haul them up the stairs, the shape-shifter grinned a little when the large man seemed to have the same idea, taking them all up together, insuring that no one would get left behind. Still, his eyebrows furrowed a little as he noticed the gargantuan man panting, struggling with the weight despite his undoubted strength. He was holding just too many of them. So Nuk shifted a little, moving so he pulled gently out of his grip, resting a hand on G's shoulder to reassure him that he'd be right here, keep on going.
When they reached the 50th step, he ignored the voice completely. It didn't matter what he said, what he promised. The promises fell, quite literally, on deaf ears. Glancing up at the ceiling, as if the Voice were some heavenly figure, he flipped the general area the bird. The only reason he didn't flip it two birds was because one hand was still on G's arm.
When he was done, he hooked his arm into Sammy's before, hesitantly, he slid his hand further down to grasp her hand tightly, rolling his eyes at himself.
When had he turned into such a sap?
Oh that's right. When he realized he actually cared about them.
His family.
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Name: Nukpana HP: 50/50 Rank and alliance: Wild pawn of Silver, with a heart of Blue Appearance: See here. Progression: WHEREVER G IS <3
Ying had broken free from the hug, expecting her brother to follow behind her, but G took off, leaving her behind in the dust. For a moment, she just stood there making squeaky, pathetic noises. That ...
Well, if she was left behind, might as well start climbing ...
When she reached about 10 steps up, a voice whispered around her, breaking the silence of the kingdom. "I'm very sorry sir-" she said, before realizing that nobody could hear her.
I'm very sorry sir, she started again, this time thinking it, I um ... I didn't mean to steal your powers or whatever I just um. I just want my brother ....
Speak of the devil, there he was. She smiled lightly, the way she always did when her brother was around. It seemed as though everyone was headed to the top. She supposed there was no way to go back down. Was the Blue Kingdom even intact? Did that land matter anymore?
She held her hand out to her brother. They would do this together.
Clyde could still feel these fake memories pull at him. Their time in the Red Kingdom was fake, but what they felt as citizens of their beloved King and Kingdom...
These are not feelings he wanted to regret or forget about, but...How much longer can he keep them?
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Name: Clyde Caroyne Current HP remaining: 50/50 Rank Ability : Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character description: A monochrome version of the original red and maroon pawn. Clyde is simply here to help clean up this fake truth he is living in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Step - 69 / 100
He continued climbing upwards, intent, and quite possibly more focused than he'd ever been on anything else in his life. He wanted answers, and the only way to get them..was to keep going up.
He couldn't be positive, but he thought he could see the top of the stairs, not too far ahead, now. One step closer.
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Stairs Ascended: 53 + 33 = 86 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, it's stripped him down to something slightly...less than he was before.
Serafina flushed a bit when Gargantuan kissed her on the forehead, some reaction of happiness and a bit of embarrassment combined. Still, Serafina had absolutely no ability to be mad at him, and a smile spread across her face, almost literally due to the scarring on the sides of her lips. "G, it's--" right, he couldn't hear her.
That was painful.
Instead, to show that she appreciated him too, she attempted to place her arms around him in a return hug, only to find herself plucked off the stair she was on and lifted up by Gargantuan. There was a small noise of surprise on her lips, eyes wide as she didn't expect to be very literally lifted up and carried off. She adored the large lug, she really did, but as much as she hated stairs she wasn't certain if she wanted to be hauled up.
Then again, she hated stairs.
Still, Gargantuan was so horridly out of breath. She knew that she in particular was not necessarily very heavy--she never had been, really, light even in her youth--and she didn't want the poor man to suffer any further for her. Giving a reassuring pat to his arm, unable to murmur that she wouldn't go anywhere, she slipped out of his grasp so he wouldn't have to strain himself so hard.
If they were going to face their end, she wanted to face it with their heads held up high, not bent over and panting from taking so much effort in an attempt to get each other up the stairs all at once. She hated stairs and towers, sincerely, but for her fellow blues, she would attempt to climb them on her own.
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Name: Senator Serafina Arai HP: 50/50 Kingdom: Silver Rank: Wild Card Miasma Color: Silver Appearance: Serafina is a humanoid female of average height, dressed in rather plain silver clothing. She has dark hair that goes slightly behind her shoulder and curves at the end, with blue eyes that stand to be her identifying feature. Unlike the actual Serafina, this Serafina chooses not to wear a surgical mask, knitted scars making her mouth look like Joker's. Steps: 55 + 17 = 72
