Eli wanders blindly through the fog. Her heads hurts worse than before, if that's even possible. She stumbles into some sort of odd puzzle.
"What are these dots and lines?"
She tries to feel it out. Perhaps it's some kind of writing. It looks familiar, but she can't really remember...she turns around, peering through the fog, trying to look for the people who were just there a moment ago, and suddenly feeling horribly isolated.
"Hello? Is anyone still there? I found a puzzle...at least, I think it is a puzzle. But I cannot solve it. Can anyone help--"
And the puzzle shifts.
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gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER:Toki Eli WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: small pale female with antlers CURRENTLY: - Repressing memories bleep bloop - Uncomfortably clingy (loneliness and anxiety are hard things to suppress she has limited processing power)
Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 10:58 am
[ C2 - Thorn/Chris ]
There was pain and confusion and then suddenly Thorn was alone in the fog. Alone except for the door which seemed ever present. Eli was gone. Skull was gone. The other young man was also gone and he was alone..'
Suddenly he found himself staring at a puzzle. It was obvious, pieces broken and scattered and obviously meant to form a shape. He knew this. He could do this! Somehow he'd felt like he'd done a lot of these, staring at a coffee table and sliding things into place, shifting and moving to see the full picture.
"I can do this-" His confidence grew as he shifted the pieces and before he'd even completed it he'd guessed the image. "An hourglass!"
Well that was odd. Something was missing. It was hard to put one’s finger on exactly what it was. Something though, something important. It wasn’t like a puzzle with pieces missing, so one could guess at what the missing pieces were. It was as though the puzzle box itself was empty, and one couldn’t see the cover of the box to tell what the pieces might possibly look like. Blank. Everything was blank – Or was it? Was there supposed to be something here? What was being forgotten?
The Figure stood with their brow furrowed – a muscle memory of deep thought. Confusion. Something felt empty but had it ever been filled? Wasn’t this how it always was?
They look up, seeing only fog. No wait. Something in the corner of their eye – a glittering thing.
A thing that moves whenever they try to reach for it. That feels wrong, because it feels like the glittering thing should be with the figure. It’s what is missing. Isn’t it?
The figure steps forward, after the glittering shard. The fog is thick, the fog is quiet. It moves and shifts, and it is loud. Is that wrong? Is that right? Another step and –
A flash of light, and the weapon fell into their hand. Heavy, a staff longer than they are tall tipped with a blade that shines in its own glowing lights. It’s familiar, comforting. A piece of themselves. A voice –the weapon’s voice- rings out in the back of their head. It speaks of reassurances, confidence.
The shadow struck out. The glaive is used to counter the attack, hitting hard and cutting deep. It’s satisfying for both the wielder and the weapon. This creature would fall, they knew – the weapon and its wielder. Another hit, deeper than the last. More satisfying. They swung again and again – and when the shadow broke apart into nothing, the figure felt a smile grow on their face. They were good at this.
The figure stopped, unsure of what they had just seen. More than that, they’d felt it. The weight of the weapon in their hand, the sting of being hit, the joy of a swing that connected well. They looked down at their hands. Was that what was missing? A weapon?
gaia_starName of character:Sherry She doesn't know it. Looks like: Mid-height, blonde, amber eyes. Wearing a hunter coat. Other: She remembers that she has a weapon! biggrin
Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 11:32 am
[LOCATION - C3 - Toki/Eli]
She stumbles across another puzzle, but at least she understands this one. Numbers are much easier than dots and lines--and that number path really does look like a letter.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 11:46 am
[LOCATION - A1 - Toki/Eli]
Eli doesn't get this puzzle at all. She spends what feels like forever trying to solve it, before finally growing frustrated and scribbling a zig-zag in irritation--and by some miracle, it seems to work. It is a name? An event? Perhaps it was before her time.
zoobey
Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 12:42 pm
[ LOCATION - E6 ]
Nul fell to his knees with the pain, and when it had subsided and he knew who he was again, he scrambled back to his feet, moving as far away from the others as he could. He felt humiliated and small, even though his memories suggested he had made far more of a fool of himself in the past.
The fog enveloped him before he could travel too much farther. There was something waiting for him there.
gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Nul (Beka) WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: 4'1"; loose dreads to his elbows, faintly teal; pale body, dark limbs; long patchy cloak and shin-length pants in dull, washed out browns (just like this with his hair down, a longer cloak, no jewelry, and a 30% opacity layer of white over him in photoshop hur)
Faith blinked and looked around, baffled, by the sudden feeling of being watched, and she turned to look, because... oh lords that HURT. The pain was overwhelming. She was lost in the pain, so very lost, and she didn't know what to do. Through all of the pain, she felt like she was going to collapse, to scream... And she clung to Martin's hand, terrified that if she let go, she'd lose control completely. His hand helped her not give in to the screaming pain.
When it suddenly ends, she is gasping for air from the feelings that her body had been put through. It takes a moment for Faith to process that the room is... was... Is now just fog. She glances back, to find the door still there. She turns to face Martin and Sherry, not letting go of their hands, and is unnerved to find that the door... is not to her side. She looks back and it's still behind her. This is extremely terrifying, but she chooses to ignore it for now, because there are other concerns. Her companions are first, the camera she was no longer sure where was was second, and...
Oh! Oh the bright light! She reaches towards one, and when the door talks again, she almost yanks her hand back, startled, but tries again. When the voices start, and the Door tells her the Fog is a part of her too, she actually finds some tears welling up in her eyes, and down her cheeks. This is getting to be too much, and she hates every minute of this place.
Then she suddenly finds herself remembering something.
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Begin Memory She was standing on a field, a giant sword in her hand. It has runes all over it, and they're lit up... And she is suddenly hitting some one with the sword. She can't seem to see their face, as if that part of the memory is blurred out... But she can feel herself feeling healed by the attack she made, and the next one... And after that the runes die out, no longer lit from within.
But she still battles, with some skill, her weapon feeling natural in her hand, like it was almost a partner to her. End Memory
She jerks a little, coming out of the memory, her expression eloquently speaking of surprise and pleasure at remembering something else. She looks at her companions. "We need to find more memories, guys!"
gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Faith (Seren Yong) WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: 5'8, wearing glasses, and celestial themed clothing. VERY long, celestial dye-job hair, blue eyes.
Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 3:35 pm
[ LOCATION : A6 ] - [ October ]
He'd had the others. He'd been there with them, and they'd been with him, and he'd felt - well, not safe, exactly, but - something. But now the fog curled thick around him, now he didn't understand what was happening, now he wanted to -
He didn't know.
He didn't know anything.
His voice rasped.
"Amity."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 4:35 pm
One of the fragments closest to her suddenly shattered, and inside well - was it a piece of paper? The texture was unusual though, dark and very old.
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As Faith reached for the darkness she felt something suddenly within reach of her fingers - was it a page of some sort?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 4:37 pm
As the danger passed, the fog parted just slightly as well, revealing -
- Was that a page or a piece of paper? It felt cold to the touch though.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 5:13 pm
[ Taking C1 ]
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Everyone was being foolish. Ridiculous. Prey. The desire to fall upon them all and start shredding, tearing, causing chaos was a part of himself that Wolf was both afraid of and exultant about.
And then the fog took the choice away from him and he snarled, then yelled, with the pain of both the loss and the tearing away of yet another part of himself. Memories glimmered around him like the stars he could remember looking up at, the book he had treasured so much, but it was mixed with the shame of being wrong. Not being enough to drive this away, not being enough to take back what was his.
Yet before he could lunge forward again he was stopped by a series of letters and numbers that were foreign to him. For a long time he stood there, brain turning them over, before he spoke them. Slowly, without really thinking, he solved the puzzle and the fog cleared. "1001113."
Lips turned into a feral grin. The hunt was on again even if his body was completely wrong. He would succeed.
Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 5:17 pm
[ LOCATION F5 ]
He didn't know s**t about music, but he was pretty sure that sometimes it had a nice beat and he could dance to it oh ******** but this hurt
something hurt
and all Astro Snap could think to do was trace dead dead dead dead dead over and over again on the ground in front of him until it stopped.
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gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Astro Snap: Space Detective (Carrol) WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: 5'5"; black, faintly chitinous skin with tiny, pasty hands and feet; scorpion tail with a sock over his stinger (blue with yellow polka dots); jeans; sleeveless orange top with red trim; no shoes; four eyes; swoopy orange hair; orange shoelace with silver bell around his neck
The fog soothed the ache of the world around him, and as he was just starting to catch his breath -- just starting to be a person again, even if he didn't fully understand who that person was -- the fog crept in and turned the world to smoke and blur, made it strange and unfamiliar around him.
He blew out, shakily, his eyes locking on a strange problem put up in front of him. As a rule, he -- he didn't think he liked puzzles, this wasn't what he wanted to do but -- the symbols were familiar. He stumbled after it, frowning, until he worked out just what it meant.
"...dead. Am I?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 5:50 pm
[Thorn - D3 - Memory ]
Thorn moved forward in the fog, wondering if there would be more puzzles. The last wasn't so difficult and a much better distraction than the unnerving blankness around him. His foot hit something that rustled and upon bending he found a page with which he gave a glance.
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That's it boyo, Jack rumbled in his head with clear approval and an edge of hunger, Gimme that fear.
He looked down at his arms, the rings each joined with fine chains and the runes pulsing in time with the feeling in his head. He knew that Jack pushed him too hard sometimes, that maybe he didn't have what it took..
None'a that garbage boyo, Jack's voice had a raucous laugh in it, Lemme knock em flat.
The memory had him touching his ears and he became suddenly aware of the earrings there. He remembered them, his totem, and Jack there in his head, Heya boyo...
Something was watching him -- something he couldn't see, something he didn't know, and he didn't even know enough about himself to figure out why something would be interested in him. Swallowing, a prickle between his shoulderblades, he turned to look behind him and see what was there.
And his world melted into pain.
Instead, there was fog, and a sense of foreboding. There was the idea that somewhere in this mess was him. Answers could be found.
