Jordan took a breath, looked at Rep and Harrison. Then he nodded and brought the blade down on the kid hard.
The doppelganger shattered into mirror pieces, leaving a red key glinting among them.
"Sorry," Jordan said quietly, and picked the key up.
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Name of character: Jordan Damage done: 13 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: ded/20 Current HP: 68/80 Special ability: Rook's Ambition Species Ability: Sun Hunter - 2d8-8 Current weapon equipped: Refraction - 2d12-6 TARGET: Mirror kid
You open the door to find yourself in a place from your former life. On the table sits your favourite meal, the one you never got tired of. If you could only have one last meal, this would be what you'd ask for. Memories of this meal well up and fade away with every bite your take, each one becoming more of a compulsion than the one before it, forcing you to keep eating until both food and memory are gone.
When you finish your meal, a gargoyle dressed in clothes to match the setting appears with a purple platter in their hands. On it sits an after dinner mint and a black key.
Should you eat the mint, the memory of those meals will return to you. And you will have fresh breath as well.
"Don't be." Rep said, brushing Jordan lightly with his fingertips. It was the word he hated to hear the other man say most of all, he remembered how outraged he'd felt that first night they really talked and still refused to tolerate him shouldering burdens Rep felt otherwise should be thrown by the wayside.
He led the way out of the mirror room and couldn't help stopping at the next door they passed that smelled ******** delightful and heading inside he found himself out of nowhere back in his favourite Indian restaurant, the dim dinner ambiance of the Saturday night in full flourish around him, people ordering delectable sizzling tikkas, chips and rice.
On his plate was his favourite, tandoori chicken exactly the way it should be done with perfect chipatis, rice and chips in equal measure. He couldn't help but tuck in, the food succulent and rich, the spices singing along with the chicken. And he was hungry. He'd been hungry for a while, and it was what he'd craved and never been able to have.
Except the more he ate, the more he forgot the taste, forgot the place, forgot why he'd longed for it in the first place.
Afterwards he was satisfied but baffled, and it was only when he took the after dinner mint that it came flooding back. That one perfect meal.
He was grateful.
Keys earned - Purple - Kitchens Red - Mirror room Black - Food room
They still had work to do, and this place had a lot of mirrors. They were supposed to be here confronting truths, but Harrison wasn't afraid. If there was one guy who he had always been able to handle, it was himself. Heh.
He approached another door, and this time, there was the heavy smell of food. Which was great, because he was starved. What he could really go for was-
And there it was. All laid out. A combo American-style buffet, from the chain restaurant near his old home. Pizza, burgers, steak, pork, mashed potatoes, pasta, fish. Any kind of sauce he could want A-1, tobasco, ranch. Mac and cheese, green beans, salad. He scooped his plate higher and higher, and left himself some elbow room for dessert. There must have been 7 kinds of cakes, plus different brownies, pie, something fluffy and banana, and hot fudge next to the ice cream machine.
He had some kind of appetite.
He ate until he thought he would bust, but the meal was kind of, well- a mystery, every time he bit in he thought he was losing something... there was a little wrapped up peppermint and a key after, and as he sucked on the peppermint, it all came back into focus.
Keys earned - Purple - Kitchens Red - Mirror room Black - Food room
A familiar and delicious smell lured Jordan towards one of the rooms that lined the corridor. Opening the door to the last room had been a bad idea, he knew, but it was like a compulsion, the scent drawing him in, and without really having intended to at all, he found himself stepping through the doorway.
As it had been downstairs, the transition between hall and room was jarring; the change in the light startled Jordan for a moment, but he relaxed as he recognized his favorite little burger place in the dinky little coastal town. This was a memory, he suspected. Not quite real. He took a spot at the counter and ordered fries and lemonade, took his time selecting a burger from the extensive menu, finally settling on the L burger.
It was as delicious as he'd remembered, a huge juicy burger with barbecue sauce and cheese, fresh lemonade, and fries that would still be good cold an hour later, a feat that no other place he'd eaten at had managed. As he ate, the edge of the memory bled away, one bite at a time, still delicious but without any flavor that he could remember.
A gargoyle dressed in a short dress and an apron turned up with a platter, offering it silently to him. He took the key, then the mint.
The memory returned to him in a rush, and he smiled.
OOC
Character name: Jordan Character appearance: Link to Heart Log:Log Current HP: 80 Current weapon equipped: Refraction
To reach the third floor, you must have the keys to open the locked door:
SURPRISE. WE DO. MAGIC KEY TURN ATTACK GO.
The Third Floor
A black door with music coming from behind it.
The music swells and fades as you step inside. Instantly you a greeted by a small, rather excited gargoyle. Its wings flutter in delight as it takes you in. "Oh excellent! Excellent! I've been just dying to see some knew blood here, all the others are lead-footed and have terrible taste in everything. Now what's your style? I can keep up with anything, and wow! A new routine! We're going to have to make a whole new routine for this, how exciting!" It claps its hands and then gives you a very firm hug. Because it's made of rock. See what happened there?
"Go on you! Go touch the record-o-thing-player-whatsit, and it'll find a good song for us all to dance to!" It beams happily and urges you with an impatient hand gesture. "If you do well, I'll give you a nice reward! And if you do badly," the room seems to grow a bit dim, "...well you know what they say, no gain, get pain. Because grievous bodily harm is an artist's greatest motivator! I'm Dreary Day Raven Sway, by the by, I'm sure we're gonna be great friends!"
How to Dance
Group Dancing - Pick a song and style of dance. - Everyone Roll 6d8 - Use The Maths to figure out the average roll total for your group. - Anyone below average is forced to do extra painful stretches with Dreary Day, costing a fourth of their full health, before trying again.
Solo Dancing - Pick a song and style of dance. - Roll 6d8 - If you roll less than 24, you are forced to do extra painful stretches with Dreary Day, costing a fourth of your full health, before trying again.
Once you've successfully danced one time, Dreary Day gives your butt a bruising slap and slips a key into one of your pockets.
A black door with bright lines of light shining from its frame.
Writing Prompt:
A near blinding spotlight hits you as you enter the room, and you're met with a lazy sort of applause. You're standing on a stage, and through the lights you can just barely make out about a dozen or gargoyles in theatre seats, staring up at you. Another stands nearby on the stage, a microphone in hand, "Aaaaaaand now! Our next act it the wonderful, fabulous, extremely entertaining..." it leans over and asks, "...uh....This Guy!" It jazzhands off the stage and leaves you standing there in front of the crowd.
It takes a moment, but something familiar and special begins to creep into you. You find your body moving almost on its own and suddenly you're showing off a talent or skill from your previous life. It may be a large thing, it make be a small thing, but it's yours and you're damn good at it. When you need a prop or instrument, you find one suddenly in reach at just the right moment.
It begins to feel good to be up there, amazing even. The gargoyles sit up and pay attention, and soon enough applause and cheers fill the air until finally everything stops and your performance is done. Confetti rains down from the ceiling. The emcee places a plastic crown on your head and hands you a trophy featuring a single black key and the a placard that reads: You're Super Talented!
A gold door with several feathers sticking out from under it.
A wall of fog blocks your sight for a moment before a burst of wing clears it just enough to give you a nice view of the monstrous raven as it dives down to attack. Its eyes blaze with a familiar madness.
You are fighting an Insanity Raven! HP: 20 Auto Attack: 3 Extra: this enemy is evasive and skilled at hiding! Increase your damage modifier for regular attacks by 2! (ex: if rolling 2d8, subtract (6+2) = 8 instead of 6 from your total)
Loot (1d4)
[1] [2] [3] [4]
With one last dying scream, the raven dissipates, leaving a golden key in its place.
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You are fighting an Insanity Raven! HP: 20 Auto Attack: 3 Extra: this enemy is evasive and skilled at hiding! Increase your damage modifier for regular attacks by 2! (ex: if rolling 2d8, subtract (6+2) = 8 instead of 6 from your total)
Loot (1d4)
[1] [2] [3] [4]
With one last dying scream, the raven dissipates, leaving a golden key in its place.
A raven was way too ******** close to a phoenix for Rep. One of his memories had vividly been a phoenix made of fog dissipating into a sunny sky. He remembered the sense of deep and hateful oppression bound up in the thing and the sense of deep relief as it finally relented.
He snarled, gripped the scythe all the more firmly in his hands and swung at the creature.
HP: 60 DMG: 3 BOSS HP: 17
Keys earned - Purple - Kitchens Red - Mirror room Black - Food room
The spotlight that hit Jordan as he entered the room made him squint, and he raised a hand to shade his eyes, finding himself standing on a stage with gargoyles in the audience. They applauded laconically. He wondered what they did when people weren't trying to make their way through the tower.
It wasn't really relevant at the moment. One of the gargoyles announced him - as This Guy, which made him snort quietly - and then shuffled off the stage. There was a microphone in front of him, and Jordan wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing.
With no other real ideas as to what he should do, he breathed deeply, closed his eyes, rested a hand on the mic stand, and sang. He hadn't sung since choir as a kid, before his voice had changed, though it had re-settled into a clear and reasonable range, and he got the sense that he'd been avoiding singing for some reason, because his voice was a little rough at first, but after the first line it steadied out again.
Initially, there was the soft shuffling and occasional murmurs of an audience that wasn't paying much attention, but by the middle of the song, the gargoyles had stilled to listen. It actually felt good to perform, and Jordan was almost surprised to find that the song was over when it was done. The audience clapped and cheered, and it sounded genuine.
The announcer put a plastic crown on his head and handed him a plaque with a key. He was careful to remove the crown before going back out into the hall.
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Character name: Jordan Character appearance: Link to Heart Log:Log Current HP: 80 Current weapon equipped: Refraction
