Westus felt bodies rushing past, limbs smacking into his as the other stumbling, faceless slugs tripped around him. He tried to move away from whatever was going on, but that only brought him back to the grooves in the floor. The former fireworks master balled his fists and flung out his arms to steady himself, or at least that was how he justified his actions when he socked another fragment in the jaw.
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HP: 25 Appearance: Long, unbound white hair, gray skin, white eyes, black horns, black spaded tail, plain gray robes.
She made her way carefully back down the stairs, slinking along like a cat until she reached the bottom and pushed herself back to her feet. Okay, so now what? She tried to remember what direction she had come from to get here, and turned to go the opposite way, hoping to find something of more use.
She either wasn't moving nearly as carefully as before or was just swinging her hands in the air too high, because it was front of her hip that stung with pain when she hit the edge of something, her hands reaching out to grab a hold of it and to steady herself from falling as she hissed in a silent breath. Straightening back up, she let her hands roam along the surface, feeling the grain of the wood and wondering if this might be a table. Eventually her fingertips brushed against something different. Paper? That's what it felt like. A book, then. She tried to lift it, to turn it over so that she could try and feel out a title, but it would not move, as though weighed down. She frowned to herself, and let her hands move off of the book.
The puzzle grew ever stranger in her head, the pieces scattered. How was she ever supposed to put them all together? This was just not her forte.
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Name: Shaheen Current HP remaining: 25 Character kingdom: Pride/Regalia Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description: pretty much exactly like my avvy. 6'2" tall.
Taima inched along the floor until her hand encountered something so drastically different than carvings or water that it shocked her, almost literally. It was hard, and cold to the touch, more like...metal? But it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. This, more than anything else in the room, seemed worth exploring. It was wide and tall, taller than her hands when she stretched them up. She cautiously stood, tracing the contours of the structure, determining by its shape that it was some kind of chair. As she felt around it, a sort of pattern seemed to emerge, and she followed it with a fingertip. It seemed to be...letters? Call my true name, they said.
All at once, Taima was done. She had jumped through every hoop, swallowed every truth, and climbed every last goddamn stair, and for what? To be jerked around some more for the pleasure of some whiny little Voice who couldn't keep a lid on its creations? Who gives a s**t what your name is? Taima mouthed. If she still had her voice, she would have screamed it. It was probably not what the chair had in mind, but it certainly made her feel better. She had accepted that nothing really existed and was ready for the end. Your name is Nothing, because you're nothing, just like the rest of us.
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Character Name: Taima Current HP remaining: 25/50 On Step: Third Floor
Character description: Taima is short and slender, almost waifish. She has long black hair, worn loose, and is wearing a simple silver dress and flats.
Straightening, Uluiru moved again, making his way cautiously a few steps further into the room. Catching himself against a...pillar? He felt around it curiously--it wasn't tall, only maybe waist-high, and when he ran his hand around the top...there was liquid inside of it. Interesting. But what did it mean? Who would put a pillar filled with water in the middle of a room?!
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Name: Uluiru HP remaining: 25/25 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Short, and delicately slim, with bronzed skin, green eyes and dark auburn hair, left longish (about shoulder length). His attire is simple and functional, if also dull and undecorated.
Poke had thought that nothing else of importance could be taken from her, but she was wrong. Oh, she was dead wrong. As soon as she had neared the door, everything went black. At first she thought she was dead again but she realized that she could still feel her hands. Her ears swiveled. Nothing. She tried to speak. Nothing.
She couldn't hear, see, or speak.
Stumbling blindly forwards, she fell to her hands and knees, hands spayed on the ground trying to figure out what to do. Her heart hammered in her chest. Was this it? Was she going to die like this, unable to see? Anger clawed at her being followed by a deep grief and helplessness. Her eyes were her most important sense. She had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life, even as a small hatching. She couldn't even hear if something was coming her way.
As she crawled along the ground, her hands grabbed onto something. A chair? She felt metal, but it was weird, like it was alive somehow. Finally she felt a series of letters along the metal. 'Call my true name'
True name? She had no idea what the name could be. She was more concerned about her sudden loss of sight.
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Name: Pokerus HP: 25 Rank: Wild card Character kingdom: Silver [Character description:Here! Except more plain now and without all the techno stuff
The door held another sign. Sherry hesitated in the doorway for just a moment, but it didn't matter one bit. Her sight left her, just as her hearing and voice had. Forward. It was the only way to go. She couldn't give up, not now.
It almost seemed like something was pulling her into the room, directing her. It was similar to what had led her to the tower. Though, where in the room it was pulling her to she had no idea. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, and though it didn't seem as debilitating, she couldn't speak. She was...locked away in herself somehow. But she could feel. The air around her, the floor beneath her feet, she could feel it all.
Slowly, she shuffled along the floor, only to stop when the Voice spoke again. It told a story, though it sounded much like the story she'd already heard. The search for a True King...and how it was apparently giving up. Sherry didn't know what to make of it. Honestly, part of her was angry. If she had been created for this, whatever it was, and the thing that created her was just done with it...that was...upsetting. To say the least. To live and fight and die for...nothing. It was just as upsetting as being told you aren't real. Putting both of those things together was, well, Sherry was just sad now.
Sad and-- her foot bumped into something. Her hand reached out, and found metal. A cool, solid metal that almost seemed...not quite alive. But not like metal should. Intrigued, Sherry let her hands explore the object. It seemed, best as she could tell, to be a chair. It was more than a chair, however. The hum of the metal told her that much. Her hands continued to explore, intrigued by it's strangeness...and glad to have something, anything to reach out for in this dark quiet that was Sherry's current world.
She froze. There was something....Her fingers ran themselves over the grooves in the metal many times before she made sense of it.
"Call my true name."
Sherry didn't know what to make of that. Who's true name? Why? It seemed an odd question. Sherry didn't move for several moments, trying to make sense of it. Was this what the room had been pulling her toward? Had that invisible light tug disappeared? Or not? She couldn't tell.
Instead she ran her hands over the cool metal of the chair again. Then, with her index finger, she wrote (or traced invisible letters really) next to the engraved words: Throne. Because that's what she'd decided the chair was.
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Name: Sherry HP: 25 Rank: Wildcard - Silver (formerly Violet) Location: Second Floor Appearance: Pale, simple skirt/tunic, bare arms. Hair ties back with a ribbon, just below shoulder length.
At one point, Senga brushed past other bodies, but he couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't speak. It was as though he were groping in the dark for a needle hidden in five hundred haystacks, and he could do nothing but trip and stumble until he found the right one. He imagined that if he could see, he wondered if it would be a battlefield or a graveyard. Were people around him fighting, scuffling silently in the dark? Was he blind to bloodshed; was scent robbed of him too?
Senga scowled, stepping forward with determined purpose in the dark. He'd come here for a reason, and he wasn't leaving any time soon.
His breath came out as a hiss when he found his way to shorter pillars, and his fingers slid against the stone and plunged into liquid. He immediately jerked his hand back, eyes flickering uncertainly in the dark. What sort of joke was this, to put a fountain in a room where speech, hearing, and sight were taken away?
Senga breathed out and stepped back. Time to continue.
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Name: Senga. HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver. (Formerly Gold.) Description: Tawny haired with simple, gold trimmed clothing. Tall and lean, almost wolfish in appearance. He has bright gold eyes and is covered in scars.
Mort shook his head at the pair of silvers. "These are not people. These are maggots." And to prove a point, he shoved one particularly roughly into another with the flat of his sword. "Parasites who've taken the place of what used to be my people, my friends, the love of my life. I fight for what we have always fought for - the right to rule this world as sovereign.
"And when I ascend the throne, I will make sure this can never happen again. That is all I want." Why couldn't they understand that? What had death done that they could not, or refused to see the pale misshapen shadows around them? These were just ghosts who needed to be destroyed - broken down so that the real thing could once again take its place.
Mengyao was right, they knew nothing.
Nio Love
you just have fun with that
Seussi
shaheen should watch her assets
Syusaki
Kaiyumi
kurotomato
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Current HP remaining: Unlimited Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 9 Rank Ability : Berserk Mode (2d12-4 @ two targets) Kingdom ability: Extra 1d10 damage (2/2) Target: Bastion (1/6 per hour; started at 11:50pm CST) Character kingdom: Om Character's Miasma Colour: Green Character description: 6ft even half elf, with dark hair, bright green eyes, and a scar angling up from right to left on his face. Garbed in a mix of clothes and light armor. There is a white rose in his breastpocket. Ril ril angry right now.
Arriving at the top, only one thing prevented him from proceeding onward. 'To enter, sacrifice all that you see'.
Speech and sound were fine, but now he had to give up sight? He almost wanted to turn around and leave, but... he made it this far. There was no turning back now.
He grit his teeth but pressed on, trembling slightly when all went dark. ... no, this was fine. He had been wandering around blind this whole time. What difference did it make if he was physically blind?
As he stepped through the door, he raised his hand instinctively, still walking, frowning as the voice continued to speak. Feeling the ground sink slightly beneath him, he flinched slightly. Continuing to walk, his hand pressed against one of the pillars, but as it was smaller, he ended up stumbling forward, his hand plunging into something... wet?
He scoffed at the Voice. More empty promises. Lies. All of it.
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Name: Jake HP: 25/25 Kingdom: Silver Rank: Wildcard Description: Looks like his hunter self except with black hair and simpler clothes.
Moriko frowned as her vision was taken from her. She could no longer hear, see, or speak and yet she felt calm. There was no need for her to panic, not yet anyway.
Again the Voice spoke to her. If she could find it, it would fulfill it's last promise. Last promise? What did it mean by that? A few ideas floated through her head but nothing that Momo could say for sure. However she had come this far and she was determined to do her best.
Stumbling along in the dark Moriko fumbled until she felt a table. Carefully she ran her hands over it , searching for anything that may be of use. Her fingers crept along the surface until they found an aged book. She tried to grasp it and pick it up, yet it was oddly heavy for a book and she could not lift it. It might have been useful to her had she been able to see but alas she could not. Not finding anything more of use, she continued her search.
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Name: Moriko 'Momo' HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Pale Red hair, almost strawberry blonde in the silver kingdom, pale skin, green eyes, kitsune ears and two tails.
Still feeling his way around, he stumbled over some ornate grooves, sprawling on the ground. He hated not being able to see.
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Name: Jake HP: 25/25 Kingdom: Silver Rank: Wildcard Description: Looks like his hunter self except with black hair and simpler clothes.
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:58 pm
It was strange to be attacked when one was blind, deaf and mute. Not knowing where the pain was coming from, from who, unable even to hear his own screams. Though if Kiwi had heard, he may have counted that a blessing. Again, warmth blossomed through him, as sense of his insides repairing, before being torn apart by a fresh stab of pain.
He didn't know what to think, how to feel. He had been taught all his life that a battle depended on being able to outwit and outmaneuver the enemy. And here he was, perfectly defenseless, struggling to breathe.
It was a shame.
But then something happened. A fresh wave of strength surged through him, greater than Kiwi could have hoped. Life sprang back into his blinded eyes, and he pushed back at the invisible blade before scrambling up the stone steps, fan braced defensively before him. One way or another, he had to get out of this room. He had to get everyone out. Now. But how?? ...
In his mind, he desperately called out a name: Kinslayer!!
Kiwi
HP: 25/25 Damage: -- Target(s): -- Rank Ability: Unused - Rook Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description: Kiwi is an awakened. He is currently dressed in gold undergarments covered in the tattered remains of what were once very beautiful red and gold robes. He has crimson wing tattoos etched into his back, and his hair is drawn into a messy bun adorned in gold chains.
Kurotomato
Kaiyumi
Syusaki
You may be a hunter in another life, but Kiwi loves you Wilsonnnnn <3
Taking long, gliding steps, the wolf-like fragment circled the room, his fingers tracing walls and pillars and engravings within the stone itself. None of it helped him to piece together puzzle though. None of it was giving him answers; but then again, he didn't expect it to be so easily. Still, he mulled over the questions in his head, the Voice that had boomed sluggishly when he had been ascending the staircase. It seemed like his entire existence had become a riddle, and now he could either solve it, or he could head back to Death's doors, and tell the pillars that he was done.
His gut twisted violently, and he wrenched the idea from his head. He was not done here. Not now, not yet.
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Name: Senga. HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver. (Formerly Gold.) Description: Tawny haired with simple, gold trimmed clothing. Tall and lean, almost wolfish in appearance. He has bright gold eyes and is covered in scars.
Upon entering the final floor, Jason was robbed of his sight. With hardly anything left in him he moved forward awkwardly, his hands outstretched and trying to find something to latch onto. It disturbed him as how he could not see anymore but at this point he was struggling to even keep himself going.
His boot tripped over something, and was sent sprawling to the ground, his hand felt peculiar grooves in the floor, but they did not revealing anything of importance.
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Name: Jason Kenneth HP: 25 Rank: Wildcard Kingdom: Silver Character description: A dude with grey shirt and pants. Is teh emo
The fragment paused as cool metal met his fingertips, brushing across the skin of his palm and vibrating dully. Senga frowned, kneeling in the dark and running both of his hands over the cool, solid feature in the dark. He was secretly thankful when his hands weren't plunged into yet another cold fountain. He inched closer, whispering soundlessly in the dark. The skin on the back of his neck pricked though, and gooseflesh made him shiver and draw his hands back. It almost felt as though he were being stared at, watched, by something, someone in the dark. But that was impossible. He could feel no breath against his skin, no flesh where his hands lay themselves down. And yet something hummed to life in front of him, existing with such a presence that he felt his stomach turn over and over again in his fut.
What are you? He thought dizzily, pressing his fingers back curiously against the cold chair in the dark. At its base his fingers traced words, and slowly, Senga made out the phrase in the dark.
Call out my true name.
He distantly remembered the cavern beneath the collapsed tower; it felt lke a hollow memory, and well it should, since he was a fragment, and the memories he carried were most likely just pieces in a story he'd yet to hear the end of. His heart beat achingly in his chest, reminding him that while he'd died and come to Death's doors, the pillars had sent him back. And for what, for this? Senga scowled softly, and groping, he pulled a thin stiletto from his belt. The long needle felt steady and cold in the palm of his hand, and without thinking, he drew a thin line down his forearm. When he felt beads pooling where he'd open skin, he pressed his forefinger to them and slowly began to write on the floor in front of the throne.
Change.
He paused, considering, and then continued with a second line.
Creator.
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Name: Senga. HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver. (Formerly Gold.) Description: Tawny haired with simple, gold trimmed clothing. Tall and lean, almost wolfish in appearance. He has bright gold eyes and is covered in scars.
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