It didn't take much deliberation to grab it and wolf it down, especially not when his tail had started wagging away when he had first spotted it. The boy found himself sighing in content as the flavor hit his taste buds. It even felt like the world was swirling around him-- wait.
Waaaaittt.
The grass was shooting up around him and growing rapidly until it towered over him. It was as if he was now a tiny ant in a garden, and he had no idea what to do, because he seemed to be the only ant.
Well, it certainly was a strange garden, because there was smoke billowing about. Of course, he wouldn't have described it as normal in the first place, even when he was his usual size. The world of this dream was certainly very strange, but it was getting to be stranger than he thought it would be.
He followed the smoke trail and was led to a gigantic mushroom, with an equally gigantic caterpillar draped upon it. For a moment, Hades thought that the caterpillar had been breathing fire. It certainly wouldn't be unexpected, given all the strange things he had seen in here today.
But no, it was smoking, and Hades wondered if he should, politely of course, inform this caterpillar that smoking was not a good habit to indulge in when he realized it was giving him a disapproving stare. He even tried taking a step sideways and found that it was still staring, and it made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Who are YOU?" He groaned, as if Hades was an utter waste of his time. That certainly wasn't very polite.
"Uh, I..." It struck him then and there. Who was he? He could have very easily and cheerfully answered with his designated name, but Hades found that his brain had taken this simple question and mused over it carefully and methodically in the depths of his mind. He certainly was HadesKnight, but this was all a dream. There was a person, bigger than him, and even with a whole life ahead of him.
The caterpillar seemed to be unamused by his constant presence, and blew out more smoke in protest, as if he was attempting to shoo him away. "Find OUT."
"Um, but actually, I don't think--" The smoke easily cleared away, odd, as he had felt no breeze in the air.
Of course, what was odder was that he was now in a room and not in a large garden. He was also terribly smaller, and on the ground in all fours, all covered in dark fur.
The room around him was strangely familiar as well. Three beds, all set out in a row, with bone-like headboards. Tucked into two of them were black puppies, snoozing away, and he found himself padding around as quietly and carefully as possible so he would not wake them. There was no fireplace, but it felt as though a fire was crackling nearby, and it made everything feel warm and comfortable.
"Erebus?" A voice murmured, and a door creaked in the distance. He could make out an exit sign flashing above it, but he was drawn to the figure that entered, a larger black dog that eyed him in concern. "Erebus, you should be in bed."
Going to sleep in a nice cosy bed certainly had its allure to it, he thought. And when they woke up, they could all play and have fun and--
But this was not his world. He gritted his teeth and dashed past the canine and into the door.
And found himself in another room. Now he was taller and bipedal. His back was straight, and he was dressed extremely well; all decked out in a fancy suit and tie. Many figures surrounded him, chattering away, bulbs flashing along with the frantic clicking of cameras. Everyone was shouting one name, his name, and he merely shook his head as he was guided to a limousine.
He realized then, that they were questioning him about a scandal. Something bad had happened, something wrong, and they were relentless, and asking him why he had done what he had done, but he could say nothing.
They closed in on him, demanding answers, and he finally saw the door off in the distance, and ran for it.
The reporters gave chase, and all he heard was the echo of camera shutters in his mind as he closed the door behind him.
He had rolled up sleeves now, and he was standing at a desk, strewn with papers, photos, and string connecting dots on a map. A dark blue mug was set precariously on the edge, with dark coffee traces on the rim and in the cup. The swivel chair that accompanied the desk had been pushed off to the side, even as it had a brown coat draped over it.
"Detective." A voice startled him and he turned around to see two people; a dark haired male snoozing on another chair, and a lady with lavender hair tied up in a messy bun. She set down a file on another table, her face clearly worn out from fatigue. "Found anything yet?"
"Uh..." He stammered, looking around and immediately catching sight of the door that would take him out of this. "I think I... need to take a toilet break."
"You need to focus, Detective." She snapped at him. "A serial killer is out there! His methods are evolving; he's taking another step closer to murdering more innocent girls, and if we don't find him, another life will be on our hands!" She rose from her chair and grabbed his arm, eyes burning with anger. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes." He stammered. "I-i'm sorry, but I really need to go."
He bolted towards the door, and finally, he found himself in an empty room, with no other people, with no modifications to himself and breathes out a sigh of relief.
...But it was not entirely empty. There was a mirror right in the middle of the room, and a male with dark pointed ears and a fluffy tail similar to the one he has, stepped right out.
It was Erebus. The real him, that was dreaming this dream. Hades could only stare at him, utterly confused. What was the real him doing here? Shouldn't he be peacefully asleep.
"I'm sorry." Erebus said at last, after examining him from head to toe. "But we have to do this. We have to."
Hades could only nod. He didn't even have to ask. He instinctively knew what Erebus was referring to, and a chessboard materialized right in front of them.
They both sat, and Hades took the white, and Erebus the black.
He found himself studying the pieces more often than his original self, and when he glanced up, he found that Erebus too, usually had his gaze set intently on the game.
It was a difficult game, with sacrifices made. In the end, only a few pieces were left, and they had reached a stalemate.
Erebus lifted his head and smiled. "You're better than I thought you would be." He acknowledged as he stood, and shook Hades' hand firmly.
Once Erebus let go of his hand, he turned into smoke, dissolving into a small cake with a mushroom atop it. There was no way out of this room, and Hades exhaled a deep breath before reaching for it.
Everything was set right again, and he was now his actual size, the him he needed to be.
...Along with a card.
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My character's username: HadesKnight My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:RABBIT
StAyGoLd's head was still pounding after his encounter with that stump. Too much time to sit and think had caused him to spiral into the beginnings of an existential crisis. What he needed right now was to relax and-- cake? Cake sounded wonderful! But. Why had the thought of cake so adamantly thrown itself in the way of his train of thought? He stopped walking just before his foot came crashing down on the small, sugary delight.
He paused, momentarily weighing the possible pros and cons of eating a treat you just happen to find on the ground in a turning, twisting forest. But he really wanted cake. Like really badly. He shrugged, bending down to pick it up and near ate the whole thing in a single bite! He closed his eyes as he savored every moment of the frosted morsel and he found the strangest thing when he opened his eyes after the last bit of cake was safely on its way to his stomach.
The world had grown!
Err, rather, he realized. HE had shrunk!
He frowned, now knowing why his mother had always told him "Son, when you are wandering the woods in a video game be sure not to eat strange cakes you find on the ground."
Okay she hadn't said that but, and he thought this part quite angrily, she very well should have because now he was barely inches tall and very upset about it.
He frowned as now not only was he miniaturized but he was also on fire-- wait. No, not on fire just being the victim of some very dangerous second hand smoke from a rather rude caterpillar. He crossed his arms and was about to sout in anger at the rude insect when he was interrupted by the caterpillar speaking.
"Who are YOU?"
StAyGoLd's arms dropped to his sides and his mouth gaped open like a fish searching for water and only finding the harsh reality that it was on a boat and dying of oxygen-where-water-should-be disease.
Who WAS he? He'd just spent time thinking about this and had no idea. He fell hard onto his but, his tail entangling with the base of the tall shoots of grass that surrounded his field of vision and he put his head in his hands. As he thought long and hard he heard the caterpillar speak once again.
"Find OUT." He looked up as the words were spoken only to literally get hit in the eyeball with hookah smoke. I mean COME ON who breathes smoke RIGHT INTO SOMEONE'S FACE OKAY. As he coughed and sputtered and momentarily hoped he wouldn't get lung diseases in his eyeballs the word around him began to shift dramatically.
Gone were the strange trees, mushrooms and shifting ground and in was the soft sound of the river he had once called home, the nickering of his family and friends reached his ears before the smoke fully vanished. He shook his head, still worrying about lung cancer of the eyeball before he realized he was in deed in his childhood home.
Well, sort of. In the midst of the field was a door with an impossibly suspended neon exit sign. He decided he would put on his metaphorical big-boy pants and trudge quickly across the field. Unfortunately his family had other plans. Hands grabbed at his arms and legs, pulling him down into the water of the river.
He sputtered and flailed, trying to fight his way out of the water which was proving difficult as would be expected when you have four kelpies dragging you into the water I mean really, come on you thought you would escape that easily? He pulled away from the kelpies and moaned. His mother, father, and little sisters were all there, grins wide on their faces showing ragged, yellowed teeth behind their black skin. He shuddered before looking down at his hands, seeing they had started to shift upon contact with the water. He screamed, throwing himself out of the water, shaking off and wringing out his hair and tail.
He moved from the bank, his mother following him with his little sisters running in circles around him, their lilting giggles betrayed by their appearances. They were bloodthirsty, the lot of them, and he knew where-- or rather when he was. This was the day he left for Halloweentown. He paused, knowing where his father was and managed to duck before his father's body sailed over him in a near-missed tackle. He gritted his teeth and ran, his wet tail get stuck around his legs and on the odd bush or branch as he ran. His eyes were locked on the exit. He knew what would happen if he didn't get out soon and that was truly a day he never wished to remember. He still bore the scars from that day, he didn't need to earn them again.
He slammed through the door, flinging himself breathlessly into another room. He turned his head to the muffled yells and thumps behind him, finding a forcefield between himself and his raging father. He stood, closing the door and finding as soon as the door met its frame it disappeared. He looked around his new surroundings and found himself in his dorm room, though it was a tad more spacious.
His bed and pool were where he remembered them to be, though his mini stable was on the wrong side of the room. His kitchen was in the wrong place as well. And he had stairs? That was definitely not normal. He heard a voice from the upstairs call down, "Eachann, darling? Are you home from work finally?" down the stairs descended a beautiful girl, the most gorgeous he had ever seen. She had striking green eyes, tan skin and long and silky black hair. His eyes traveled down her body which was covered in a thin, cream dress. However at the bottom of the dress it was revealed she didn't have feet but rather a tail covered in emerald green scales.
He pushed himself back against the wall, hoping she wouldn't see him and searched frantically for the exit again. There it was across the room and behind the pool. Of course he would be on the exact opposite side of it. Why wouldn't he be. He gritted his teeth as her thin tongue flicked from behind her teeth, "Sweetie, I can taste you, I know you're here." He sighed and stepped forward, cringing slightly as her scales scraped across his nice white floor.
She approached him, and now that she was closer he saw that the scales didn't stop, well, wherever they stopped, they freckled her face and neck, trailing down her arms. He eyed her, feeling a strange combination of attraction and revulsion. She wrapped her tail around his leg, tripping him onto the bed. "Darling you taste frightened. Are you unhappy with me?" The words dripped from her mouth like the venom he was sure she carried.
He pulled away, shaking his head, "'M no' here. I mean, I am? But I don' think I'm the me you think I am? I mean, I know this sounds crazy but this is an eyeball-lung-cancer induced hallucination and I need to get out of here." He chuckled awkwardly and pulled away, backing up to the headboard to try and get to his glowing exit.
She hissed, "You're here and you're mine. Stop talking crazy. You can't leave," as the words left her mouth parts of her body seemed to fade in and out of existence, gaining a smoky texture. He gasped, backing further into the headboard. She crawled forward, grabbing his arms. He struggled but her weight pressed hard into him. He continued struggling, hoping to wiggle free. "No use struggling my love, you know you can't escape.
He adjusted so the his legs were under her stomach and kicked with all of his might, knocking the wind out of her. He broke free from her grasp and flung himself into the pool over the headboard and swam across, reaching the opposite side of the room. He turned to find her slithering after him at a quickened pace. He found the door and flung it open, a cold breeze hitting his face. He spared a final glance behind him before crossing the threshold and shutting the door.
He found himself in a frozen tundra, which was odd. He had never been a fan of the cold so he pulled his thick red coat tight around him with a frown. He stumbled forwards, the wind whipping violently against his face. StAyGoLd gritted his teeth forcing himself onward. After what seemed like hours he saw a faint glow over the horizon. He hurried to the glow, finding a small house illuminated by candlelight.
He reached the door and knocked, his ears and face stung with the continued battering of the wind against his flesh. The door opened to a younger girl, whose hair matched his own. "C-c-can I come in?" He stuttered out, his teeth chattering violently. The girl nodded and opened the door keeping her sky blue eyes on him at all times. He entered the house and sneezed, the warmth from the light and the fireplace in the next room over caused his face to burn. He groaned and put his hands over his face, trying to ease the pain of the frozen flesh thawing.
"Th-thank you, 'm StAyGoLd, what's yer name?" He looked up at her, locking eyes. He had the oddest feeling he knew her though he couldn't recall why.
She stood awkwardly across the room from him, "'M Ericka. 'M glad to meet you, 'n' glad y'survived that storm that's ragin' ou' there." She reached out a hand, "Come with me, it'll be good ta get some food in yer belly while ye warm up." He nodded, grabbing her hand and allowing her to lead him to her kitchen. He sat down at an antique looking table as she poured him a bowl of soup."What brings ye around these parts?"
Eachann shrugged as the soup was placed in front of him. He slurped loudly as he revitalized how hungry he was after struggling through the storm. "'M not sure. On some kind of hallucinatory trip caused by some cake and a caterpillar." He continued slurping until his bowl was empty. "I need t'find a door with an exit sign over it. Have y'seen one?"
She nodded, "I've got one upstairs but the stairs are... difficult. They like to stop existing occasionally. I wouldn't suggest it."
He sighed, pushing away from the table, "I really appreciate your kindness and the soup was amazing but I must continue on. I've got to see- maybe this door will take me back." She nodded silently and watched as he began to ascend the stairs. He looked up and at the top was his exit. He took each step one at a time, occasionally having to backtrack a step or two as the stair he stood on flickered from wherever he was to wherever he wasn't.
He opened the door after hours and hours of climbing the stairs. And as he stepped in he...
Also stepped in on the opposite side of the room?
There was a mirror exactly opposite of him. Or was he stepping out of the mirror and another him was coming through the door? It was hard to say which was real and which was not but he felt he needed to defeat himself in order to leave. He raised his hand, waving himself on to fight-- or was it the reflection that instigated?-- a battle of honor.
A large pool appeared between the two men and they both dove into the water, whomever reached the opposite side was the winner.
He emerged, soaking wet on the opposite side of the pool and turned, his double was still swimming. He had won! His double defeated the world faded and he found himself returning to his proper reality.
He started off, pausing to remove a card from the bottom of his shoe and promised himself never to visit that caterpillar again.
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My character's username: StAyGoLd My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Pale skinned, Bright green eyes, long auburn hair with horse ears and matching tail. clothes shown here Character journal:[x]
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:12 pm
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Silence reigns as it continues to stare, rather rudely I'm afraid to admit, until it abruptly asks in a slow, lazy voice, "Who are YOU?" (Also rather rudely, it must be said.)
And that is such a very provoking question, now isn't it? Here you are on a perfectly good adventure, and along comes some fellow (and not a very pleasant one, at that) asking existential questions. A difficult one, because who are you, indeed? You are very small at the moment, but bigger you has so much more of you to offer. You are a dream you right now, does that make you less you or more you than waking you? Is the you today more than the you tomorrow? Was the you long ago more purely you, or is the you far in the future refined to the ultimate you? And how many yous are there, anyway? You have a distinct feeling that you are a number beyond counting and that this question might be extremely unfair.
Having had enough of your presence, minor though it may be, the caterpillar inhales deeply from its hookah and then exhales many great lungfuls until the world is obscured in smoke. Through it, you hear him intone, voice both languid and terse, "Find OUT."
The smoke clears are you find yourself in a room. Yourself is not the you who stood before the mushroom moments ago. You study the room and yourself before deciding that no, this is not the you who you are. You see a door across the room, a neon exit sign flashing above it.
Epithet, the Cheshire avatar for this Looking Glass game, was no longer standing there in this white room with the neon exit sign. It wasn't Uru'baen, the heir to the Cocytus hellhound pack. It wasn't Aeruban, the fragmented soul that was victim to the whims of those so-called Goddesses. The one who stood there was someone else, someone he had never been outside his mind. Was this outside his mind? The man ran a hand through his hair, quickly noticing that his ears weren't there, trailing them down to the lobes on the side of his head. Running a hand over his eye, the scar wasn't present. Looking at his hands, his claws weren't present either. Patting himself down, he quickly came to the realization of who he was. How was it possible? This was a fictional character he had created a long time ago, someone he had made up for stories that he had written shortly after his father's disappearance. The man he imagined himself to grow to be when he got older. But he was fictional! Not real! And yet he was here...
"Damien." He bit out as he clutched his chest. Hopefully... Demi wasn't playing this game either...
He had to leave, he had to get out of there. As he moved to leave, the room came to life, filling in with color and scenery. His eyes glanced around and picked up a figure standing nearby. The scenery was hauntingly familiar. A crackling fit pit fixed between two logs in an L-shape. The figure standing came into focus as pieces of him came into place. It was his father, his arms across his chest, his eyes sunken and trained on him.
"You've grown up, son. Into a fine demon." He spoke, his voice hinted at disappointment.
"I've grown into a strong demon, one worth of a monster father." He added as he approached. The man scoffed, shaking his head, but Damien could not help but notice the smile. This was different. Damien, in his story did not have a father. The man before him was his own father, Uru's father.
"I am a monster, your mother was a demon. So you are a demon, but yes, you have become a very strong man, son. Bet you could take me on, too."
"I took on your brother and won." Damien huffed as he mimicked the man's posture.
"He was a pushover to begin with. Tucked his tail when your mother came close to him."
"He could save himself the trouble and cut it off."
The laughed.
"I hope you are doing well, son. I wish I could have been around for you while you grew up." Damien nodded as he sat down on one of the logs, the man taking the other. His elbows resting on his knees, just as Damien did the same. "I know you're in school now, which is good. It is something I would have wanted for you instead of being stuck on that estate. I always thought you'd have a lot of friends, but I had also accepted that what your mother had done to you to make that difficult. But I assure you that you'll make them one day. And when you do-"
"-I will cherish them."
The man smiled. "You've grown up, son. Into a great man I had always wanted you to be. Don't stray, son. Don't stray."
In a blink of an eye, the man was gone, the fire was out, and the sky was becoming blue again. Tears fell from his face, wiping them away as he got to his feet. He kicked at the fire to ensure it was out before turning away from the site.
He passed under the flashing neon exit sign.
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My character's username: Epithet My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: N/A Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean, thin build guy, very timid, but seems to hide a secret Character journal:link
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:31 pm
As Damien walked through the door, he found himself as the same. He shouldn't expected anything less than before. He was still that fictional being that he had wanted himself to be. As he moved through the room, furniture and rooms came into place, the walls designed and lights came up. It did not take long before he realized where he was and it made him let out a growl. It was the estate again, the damned Cocytus estate that his mother, uncle, and sister resided. Though the idea of his sister eased him a bit, but the fact that he would see his mother again wasn't something he was excited for. Putting his hands into his jacket pocket, he moved through the house. The kitchen was quiet, not a servant in sight. He moved through the foyer, no one was around. He walked up the stairs and noticed that there was dust coming up from the carpet that layered the stairs. They hadn't been used a lot like they used to. He came to a halt at the top of the stairs when it had dawned on him. This was his nightmare, his - Uru's - nightmare of the death of his sister by his hands. His heart raced as he quickly ran down the hall like in the same nightmare to his sister's room as he threw the door opened.
"BRENNA!" He shouted, his voice deep with a hint of a growl as he scanned the room. The bed was made, the shades were opened, filtering lovely light into the room.
"Brother?" a soft, sweet voice came as a young, little girl came to the door, her eyes filled with worry. He fell to his knees, holding her cheeks in his hands, his forehead against hers as he let out a sigh. She was alive, she was here. She placed her hands over his, chuckling softly. "Brother, what has gotten into you?"
"I... I missed you." He muttered.
"Silly, we just had breakfast not too long ago."
"W-where's all the servants?" He questioned, backing up from her, looking at her as she took his hand.
"Servants? Brother, you had asked them to leave a long time ago. Don't you remember?" He shook his head, rubbing his head. He did not remember that... "When you became alpha, you had offered them a chance to leave with no harm to them, just like you have always said you'd do. So, it's just a few of us in the house now."
He was alpha? What of mother? Uncle? He had said that if he had became alpha he was gonna let the staff go, if they should choose to do so, but it had apparently happened.
"Brenna? Son? Come on, we're gonna be late." A loud voice echoed through the house. Brenna, excited, guided him to the foyer where a man stood, sharply dressed, fixing his cuff, looking at them with a smile. "There you two are, if you don't hurry. We're going to miss the Umbra's Solstice Festival." It was Uru's father...
"Daddy, I found him. He must have hit his head or something because he's acting a little weird."
"Weird? That sort of describes him when he isn't being serious, now doesn't it?" The man bent down to talk to his daughter in such an innocent and playful manner. Hell, even Damien felt a flush across his cheeks as they spoke about him. "Sorry about the house. I'll let the staff know that they have the house for the weekend so they could do a little cleaning before we get back."
"Dad, I-"
"No, no, I understand. I won't tell them to clean, just leaving it as an option out there." The man smiled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "You are a great alpha, son. It is refreshing for this house to be brought to the lighter side of things."
"And the Umbra, too!" Brenna spoke as she pulled at their hands. "Come on, Daddy, brother! I wanna have some fried foxfox tails!" The man took the girl's hand into his own as they walked through the front doors.
Damien took a moment to himself, looking at the house, and his thoughts of this possibility. He was alpha of the Cocytus. He had done what he had wanted in releasing the staff, on their own terms, and brought back his father and his pack to the ranks that it rightfully deserved. In some ways, he didn't want to leave...
Deep down... he knew he would have to.
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My character's username: Epithet My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: N/A Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean, thin build guy, very timid, but seems to hide a secret Character journal:link
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:38 pm
This time, as he crossed the threshold, he quickly noticed the patterned scarf around his neck. It was Epithet this time. He looked around the white room once before taking a step. The entire room flooded with the environment of some familiarity to the Fulgey Woods. The exit within sight. In the other rooms, he encountered his father... was he here too? Swallowing, he bounded off toward the exit, but as he did, the branches of the trees grew and extended across the pathway, not necessarily blocking him - no, it was just making it an obstacle for him to crawl through. The Cheshire avatar crawled, slipped, hopped, and tripped through the branches over and over and found that the exit was shifting from around the room. Oh no, it wasn't, he was! He was moving around the room because the tree made him! He tripped and fell onto his back at a strange angle that he appeared stuck.
"Oh nooooo!" he cried, his young voice cried out with a whimper as he laid there at such an awkward angle. He wiggled and tried to move to the side. He whimpered as he tried and failed to get himself free. He watched as the tip of his tail flicked back in forth as he laid there.
"Come on, you can do better than that, son."
His ears perked up on the voice. "D-dad?" he inquired. A laugh responded, distant. Struggling, he pushed with his back and straightened his legs, when he could, he turned and flipped himself over, doing a push up to get some leverage to stand. He crawled and hopped, slipped, and moved through the branches and found a figure of a man by the exit. "Dad."
"See, I knew you were better than getting yourself stuck in something like that." The tall man bent down, placing a large hand on the Cheshire's head with a smile. "Go on, you're almost there."
Nodding, Epithet pushed on.
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My character's username: Epithet My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: N/A Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean, thin build guy, very timid, but seems to hide a secret Character journal:link
As he crossed over the threshold into another white room. Before him, he noticed a mirror. Looking at himself, he felt the scarf around his neck. Feeling up his head, the ears were there too. He was himself; not Aeruban, not Epithet, not Damien. He was Uru'baen. He was himself. He growled inwardly, the rumbling thundering in his chest as he looked to the mirror who clearly was not himself. It was Damien, the man he had been in the former rooms. He was gesturing to him with a smug expression.
"Damien." Uru uttered, his arms across his chest, head lowered, eyes glaring.
"Uru'baen. So you are here at last." His voice was different, deeper. Judging by some feature, he appeared older than himself by a year or two. He wore a leather jacket with a fluffy collar. Wearing pants that seemed patched up and with belts. He was tall, fit, and muscular. His hair was short and he pulled off facial hair quite well.
"You want to fight me?" Uru questioned, pulling gloves from his back pocket, pulling them on as he got into his preferred stance. It would seem Damien also shared the same posture. "You know I don't turn down challenges."
"I know."
The two went at each other with calculated blows and parries, shuffling side to side as they shot out punches at one another. They snarled and growled as they assaulted one another. Damien was taller, faster, and stronger than he was, that Uru would not deny, but he wasn't going to falter because they had differences. He was not going to falter because this man was better than him. The demon growled as blue flames spread from his claws across his fist as he landed a clean blow through the man's guard and against his chest, sending him stepping away. On tempo, Uru jumped with a downward hammer-kick against the man, bringing up his arms to block. As the leg connected to the man's forearms, he brought his other leg from underneath, kicking at the man's chin. Uru flipped backward and landed a distance between them. Damien stumbled, trying to catch himself with an outstretched arm. The demon cleared the distance between them, balling the front of the man's shirt, pulling him face to face. The thundering growls between them was deafening.
"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" Uru roared, his eyes growing tight, his canines sharp and exposed.
"No, Uru, you're better than me. You can become better than me." He let out a strangled chuckle. "I'm just the man you imagined yourself to be when you were younger. But you can be better than this."
Eyes wide, confusion set in as he scanned the man's face for hints as to what he had been talking about. Damien was the image of who he had imagine himself to be based on his father, but this man, that very imagine, was saying he could be better? He thought back to the other rooms; his father approving of him as a person, his father approval as a leader, his father's approval of his abilities, and this... was it another? "What is it that you want from me?"
Damien smiled. "Don't stray, Uru."
The lesser you turns to smoke which swirls and condenses into a small cake with a tiny sugared mushroom set on top. It looks much more delectable than any cake made of smoke and failure really ought to, but perhaps it will set things to right once again.
The world shrinks around you, but not too much, and looking down you find that you are very much the you that is needed right now.
A you that is exactly correct.
For now.
You feel something stuck to the bottom of your shoe and are relieved to find that is not some embarrassing sort of tissue, but rather a card.
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My character's username: Epithet My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: N/A Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean, thin build guy, very timid, but seems to hide a secret Character journal:link
DEDfeesh skittered over towards the sugary delight before consuming the entire thing in one bite. NO REGRETS, IF IT KILLS THEM, WELL…NO REGRETS.
And while the cake didn’t actually kill them…it did make everything bigger. Oh man, why are the mushrooms bigger than they are now? Q A Q
A small sense of panic arose from the glee but a breath of smoke knocks them out of their sense of disarray and instead, they meet face to face with a caterpillar…One with a Hookah no less! The two stared at each other in an awkward silence before the caterpillar suddenly spoke.
"Who are YOU?"
They blinked. Did the caterpillar mean who they are now? Or did they mean their name…as in actual name? DEDfeesh stared some more before subconsciously tilting their head to the side in thought. Hmmm…this was a good question. However, they never got to answer the question as the caterpillar interrupted them with a laugh and terse, “Find OUT.”
Poof! More smoke, and a lot of coughing from DEDfeesh as the foggy substance engulfed them.
Where were they now? A room it seems, but it doesn’t give any more information than that. Then again…DEDfeesh stared at the giant neon sign with a look of pure curiosity and slowly went towards it. However, the room wasn’t as it seems, instead, they were met with the sound of familiar laughter.
It was their family.
The entire setting of the location changes into one much too familiar to the dormouse. The family was joyous and talking, interacting and oh…while school had been fun, they really do miss their family. And it doesn’t help everyone was there. Everyone they had missed ever so dearly during their time at school. A soft huff escaped from DEDfeesh as they tried to keep their tears away, they had really wanted to go home, or at least check with their family. However, if they did, there’s a really big chance they’d rather stay there then go back to school. It doesn’t help that…This was something from the past.
This was the time when they finally had a body and eyes. When they were the only child born from the clutch and were able to become an actual child. Everyone was so happy, and they were finally able to see their family with their own eyes instead of bumping into everyone. It was a good day that day…but this is something from the past, they shouldn’t stay.
DEDfeesh gave their head a good shake, trying to get some sense around them before leaving the room. It was hard to ignore the joy that situation was radiating, but they need to move on. It was so hard to move on though. Q A Q
Having exited, they were greeted with a mirror…however the mirror was of them. What? DEDfeesh was confused, but the cheerful smile on the reflection’s face sent shivers down their spine. Oh no, what did they get into now?
“Who are you?” It asked, almost mimicking the caterpillar from before. DEDfeesh bit their lip before replying, “Who are you?”
A giggle, “I’m you…maybe the real you. But we wouldn’t know that! So let’s have a race, you and I! Let’s see who’s the real You!”
Maybe it’s because DEDfeesh is confused, or maybe they’re just that oblivious to the situation before them. But the response the other them received was a look of confusion, “But…I’m the real me! I have to be because I’m…Me? I don’t know! But You can’t be me because I’m me! Don’t steal me!”
It was a strange plead was followed by DEDfeesh flailing at the other who ends up getting slapped and starts to wail. They eventually turns into swirls and ends up as a piece of cake before them. Well…that was interesting.
There were tears of frustration in the dormouse’s eyes are they took a bite out of the cake and returned to their original size. Never again, they thought, before taking note of the card at the bottom of their shoe.
OOC
My character's username: DEDfeesh My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character:DEDfeesh Character journal:[ Battle Log ]
Raja rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82Total: 82 (1-100)
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:16 pm
It was impossible to say that tufffluff was not the type to have a sweet tooth. Actually, if offered a sweet he'd always accept. Which meant that that cake, sitting all alone, unclaimed and in something that was a game was... just too inviting not to enjoy. The boy couldn't help it as he drew closer to it, edging up as he worked to make sure his cloak didn't end up with frosting on it(that would be a waste). He eyes did roll over the area, looking for perhaps the owner before he snuck a bite.
It was delicious. There was no doubt about that. Sadly, there seemed side effects. For as he was shifting to sneak another bite of the sugary delight he found that he was smaller, and not just a bit smaller as he normally was, but quite tiny. The world was a huge place and he was one small pup of a caterpillar. Well this was quite a bind. How was he doing to protect ANYTHING like that? Something could step on him and he'd end up smooshed flatter than a pancake.
Thankfully, he didn't get to fret too long over that as a new issue came up. Specifically smoke drifting down around him as he quickly looked up to the source and a strange figure drooping over it as it stared down at him rather bored. Even having the audacity to blow smoke right down on him as tufffluff found himself emitting a bit of a sneezing cough as he waved a hand and took a step back. 'Who are youuuu?' The words slipped slowly out of the fellow caterpillar's mouth like molasses as he was wrinkling his nose. He really didn't like the smell of that stuff. Still, he did force a smile as he coughed one last time. "Aki." Because who else was h- wait a second. "tuff... uh fluffs?" Yes, he had just looked up to check his own chosen name. The Caterpillar looked more like he wanted to roll his eyes than pleased with the swift reply from the canine.
Which left him wondering what the thing really wanted. Wasn't he himself? Was he wrong in saying he was tufffluff? Or was the Aki wrong? Because he definitely recalled his old name for his waking self. The self that wasn't in the dream was another he... but it was also him. Actually, the more he thought about it the more confusing this whole thing was, and it seemed perhaps that the confusion was written all over his face. As he suddenly found himself coughing up another chunk of smoke after the thing exhaled in his direction once more before speaking. 'FIND OUT.' A very plain, but obvious command. It was then he realized that... he wasn't exactly before a giant mushroom and insect anymore. But elsewhere... a room.
He found that once more he was adorned with more than a few chains, those that clung to him in reality. The cape was gone, the altered height, and his hair was as messy as it was always meant to be. Even the nice sharp little claws and etched lines along his hands he couldn't explain were back. He was... himself? But he didn't feel like he'd woken up. This wasn't his room. But maybe it was down the next way? There was a sign that, thankfully he could read now, which said EXIT up ahead. It was hard to miss.
He only managed a few steps toward it though before his eyes were drawn to a scene to the side. It was obviously water, a strange lake of sorts. He was even standing in it he found, much to his own confusion. The shallows of a lake. The water was still stained white with the odd illusion, but it was impossible not to notice. Not to hear.
There was laughter and splashing. One could see where something hit the water a ways off, splashing as something on four legs ran around. Large, yes, but not quite as large as his own natural form? The laughter wasn't his own, but a woman's. Somehow that sense of deja vu returned as he stood there watching the scene of invisible figures. The animal figure was barking a bit, and he heard the name Fluffy, but he couldn't clearly recall what was going on. The woman was obviously on two legs, as there were only two pools of water. Though at times it seemed she leaned down to splash a bit of the water at the creature which barked loudly in response before bouncing around her playfully.
It was strange. Seeing something... and yet not. What was he even seeing? It played out for a few minutes before he found himself edging away slowly, back towards the door. As he did the noise slowed, quieted before he dared one last look back from the door to where they had stood. No motion, just small ripples around what would have to be the woman's ankles. 'Come play, Fluffy!' The voice was inviting, friendly, yet there was dread behind it. Something he didn't remember, or maybe shouldn't. Either way, he found himself slinking away from the water of the lake as he ducked for the door and opened it, letting it click behind him as he found himself in another room.
Thankfully this room didn't cause the dread the last one had after watching the scene play out for a few minutes. Instead he found the rather familiar, and cozy, sight of his room when Trisha visited. The girl herself wasn't present, but the simple books she had helped him work with since meeting her shortly after arriving at the school. He paused as he heard the door closing behind him, spotting the exit of his room now lit with a similar neon sign like the one he'd just passed under. However, as he peered around the room, moving casually to step around the disarray that seemed to suggest
He'd only managed a few steps before the rustling of pages began to sound as he moved, pausing as he noticed they had shifted to block off the door. Which earned the sight a strange look from the boy. Why did it seem like even as he stepped closer the piles were growing? Sure, it was scary how much he was learning that he knew nothing of the world, and the bigger his world got with trying to fix the situation the bigger the pile of things he didn't know got... but this was ridiculous. He'd never felt like it was impossible to figure it out with time. But it seemed as if this world thought that, because even as he got closer to the door he found himself trying to dig the books out of the way, huffing a bit as he went from carefully setting them aside to digging his way through it.
They just kept coming. It wasn't until he was getting a bit more frantic as he shoved things away that he made progress, diving full force into the mass of pages before he found himself at the other side and shoving his way through the door. Which... he might have caught his tail in a bit with a yip as a book accidentally hit it and shut it behind him.
"Owwie..." He idly rubbed at it as he walked along through the new room as he looked around curiously. This time he was surrounded by doors, several of them all with neon signs. They came in a multitude of hues with differing symbols on them. Only two were so familiar. One door a brilliant glimmering blue. He'd stepped through it before, and a dark one bound and eerie. Oddly enough... the neon sign was over that one. He stared up at it, recalling the few first words he could easily remember as he did. The door wasn't for him. But it was the only exit. Eyes shifted once more to the blue hued door, a frown evident as he debated a solution. He edged slowly toward the blue door, fingers pressing lightly on it to see if it would open. Nothing, it might as well have been a wall as his ears drooped as he looked back to the dark one.
He'd been told it wasn't for him. And following those directions was important, but... he didn't know what other choice he had. He reached the dark thing after a matter of steps, lightly pressing on it as chains creaked before it swung open to darkness within. The only option, even if he shouldn't have. "Sorry..." Not that that voice was here to hear him, right?
So a few steps later and once more he found himself in a empty room, the darkness shed for simplicity. There was nothing there aside from a mirror opposite of him. One that seemed empty until his own reflection showed. But it wasn't as simple as that as the being stepped forward, the clatter of chains as real as the ones he heard from himself. The other self seemed confused a moment before tilting it's head, he mimicking the action as well. What was this now? 'You are?' It spoke up first, curious. "Aki." A frown shown on it's face, shaking it's head. "No, that is me." They both stared at each other then, unsure what to make of the other. Because each knew it was the true self.
The silence was starting to feel too heavy after a minute passed and he reached up a hand, pressing it to his chest as he spoke, hoping to plead with it. "Then I am the Aki we want to be." He was stronger here, right? Someone who could defend something. That was what this place would grant them. "A fake is better for protection?' He froze at the question, glancing to one side. "A fake can learn to be real?" There was silence then. "..really? Would they like that more?" It was a valid question as they both seemed to be thinking it over, his hand unconsciously rising to toy with his sleeve. "It's normal here. We are normal? So I think so?" The other him merely watched a few moments longer, before nodding. "Maybe so." It replied slowly, seeming to dissolve a bit in the process. It shrank back, slowly winding down into what appeared to be a small cake atop a mushroom. Not too unlike what he'd eaten earlier.
"That didn't mean that..." He hadn't wanted it to vanish, the other he. Only that he'd take this chance to be stronger and help those around him. That he could fix things here.. and use that knowledge of what he'd learned elsewhere. But that didn't mean the other him couldn't be as well. Still, he felt inclined to take the offering. This began with sweets, and it seemed it would end with it. He plucked it up, staring at the thing a moment before nodding his head. "They will be safe." A promise to himself more than anything before he ate the thing, finding the world then seeming to regain it's proper size and shape.
The caterpillar didn't return to confirm it, but somehow... this was right. This was how it was meant to be, right? Strange though that it was, he found himself as he had before. Taller, his hair a bit too long. Donned in the cloak as before. Strange how the world worked... even stranger was the odd card underfoot.
Well it would hopefully be helpful.
OOC
My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'5" male, and tends to come off as young at a glance. This is partially due to the goofy grin that's probably evident on his face. He has black hair that is messy and tied in the back in a ponytail, his eyes are nearly as dark a black. If there is any 'sheen' to it it's more brownish. A fluffy dog's set of ears and tail are added. Aside from that, he really doesn't look like he'd make a good wall... BUT HE'LL DO HIS BEST. Character journal:Here
SLC stands for a moment before opening the door. Was she really even prepared to find out about herself? Did she really even want to know more about herself?
She could only find out one way.
Wrenching open the door, she walked in. The door slammed behind her locking her into the room. For a moment, she felt her heart pound. But it waas only a room, an empty room at that.
She moved quickly to the other door, but she only made it half way before she heard him. His voice was biting, just like always. "Just going to walk away from me, huh?"
SLC turned slowly and saw Set, Set as he was out of this dream. She was so glad to see him that she wanted to hug him, but that would be weird. They weren't hugging people, and they weren't nice people to each other.
But she liked him because of that. She didn't have to curb her words, she didn't have to be nice to him. She could yell at him, she could say mean and hurtful things and he'd keep coming back. He always came back. He wouldn't leave her.
And that was reassuring. Because others had left her and would again, but Set wouldn't. He'd stay and say terrible things that really showed he cared. It was stupid. It didn't make a lot of sense, but it did to her.
"No, like I could ever leave your ugly face behind."
"But you are. There's the door, don't let it hit you on the way out."
He was right, the door was right there waiting for her. She needed to go through it, but each step toward it would take her farther and farther from him and back to a world she didn't know.
"Yeah, well. Can it be you're just going to wait for when I come back?" SLC asked.
"Sure, and I'll be wearing an apron and making you a sandwich."
SLC swallowed hard, "I'll remember that when I'm home. A sandwich wench," she turned the knob as he said her name once more.
"Char."
She stopped a little afraid to turn back. "Yeah?"
"I hope you run into a tree."
"Hope you get hugged by one!"
She pushed through the door as it clicked shut behind her. For a moment, she leaned against it straining to see if she could hear his voice again on the other side. But Set was gone.
This room was white and still. She could hear the sounds of waves crashing...somewhere. She breathed deeper, smelling the salt of the ocean.
"Char," the voice made her shake.
She ran into her mother's arms before she could stop herself. She smelled like she used to, of salt and sand warmed by the sun. "Momma!" She clung tightly to her. "Oh Momma," the tears stung her eyes, but even now she couldn't cry.
"My beautiful girl, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too," she stepped back as her mom rubbed her face.
"You look amazing. You remind me so much of your father."
"Don't say that," her mother's skin was blue and her hair pink like coral. The only bit of her mother she had was the barnacles and the eyes. "What are you doing here momma?"
"Waiting for you," the words brought a chill down her spine. "Can't you stay?"
Can't you stay?
She realized then that this was still a dream that her mother was dead and gone still. Staying would be wonderful, but she could not dwell in this dream forever. She could not stay with her mother as much as she wanted.
"I have to go," she whispered letting go of her mother. If she didn't leave now, she wouldn't ever be able to.
"Don't, please." Her mother's voice begged her, but she fled from the room as fast as she could.
The next room was dark. Her father stood there tall and domineering. "Don't you dare cry," she felt anger rush through her body.
He shouted at her, he screamed for her to obey him. But she was done, and there ahead was the door. Opening it, she slammed it behind her, shutting her father out.
In this room there stood herself, broad shouldered and steely eyed in the mirror. Herself, her true self just staring at her. Before she could move, her real self rushed at her with arms raised and a dagger clenched in her fist from the mirror.
The girl, herself, ran at her and tried to sink the dagger in. She felt herself falling, their bodies rolling and tumbling. She hit herself backwards with her arm, and there was a sickening sound.
Herself spit out blood as she moved her arm away. The spikes on her arm had driven far into her true self's stomach and chest. The girl spit out water over her face, and she shoved her off.
"Your killing us!" The true self spit at her as sea water poured from her mouth.
"No," she whispered. "Not anymore. Not anymore." Gripping the edges of the mirror, she stepped through and found herself beginning to smoke.
The lesser you turns to smoke which swirls and condenses into a small cake with a tiny sugared mushroom set on top. It looks much more delectable than any cake made of smoke and failure really ought to, but perhaps it will set things to right once again.
The world shrinks around you, but not too much, and looking down you find that you are very much the you that is needed right now.
A you that is exactly correct.
For now.
You feel something stuck to the bottom of your shoe and are relieved to find that is not some embarrassing sort of tissue, but rather a card.
MY STATS
My character's username: StanksLikeChum My character's level: Level 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Ditched the eyepatch. Her outfit is in colours of green and yellow with a black cloak that has gold trim (think I got that right). Purple skinned with some spikes on her arm ripped through her coat. She has a garish scar on her left cheek and all over her palms. Seems tallish but curvy. Character journal:Link!
Prompt
Silence reigns as it continues to stare, rather rudely I'm afraid to admit, until it abruptly asks in a slow, lazy voice, "Who are YOU?" (Also rather rudely, it must be said.)
And that is such a very provoking question, now isn't it? Here you are on a perfectly good adventure, and along comes some fellow (and not a very pleasant one, at that) asking existential questions. A difficult one, because who are you, indeed? You are very small at the moment, but bigger you has so much more of you to offer. You are a dream you right now, does that make you less you or more you than waking you? Is the you today more than the you tomorrow? Was the you long ago more purely you, or is the you far in the future refined to the ultimate you? And how many yous are there, anyway? You have a distinct feeling that you are a number beyond counting and that this question might be extremely unfair.
Having had enough of your presence, minor though it may be, the caterpillar inhales deeply from its hookah and then exhales many great lungfuls until the world is obscured in smoke. Through it, you hear him intone, voice both languid and terse, "Find OUT."
The smoke clears are you find yourself in a room. Yourself is not the you who stood before the mushroom moments ago. You study the room and yourself before deciding that no, this is not the you who you are. You see a door across the room, a neon exit sign flashing above it.
Ririka rolled 1 100-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-100)
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:11 pm
It should be a crime for food to look so tempting when one is clearly starving. WD didn’t remember when he had last eaten, and he was worried that he might not have another chance to eat for quite some time. But, if this was a dream then why would it matter? Still, dream or not his hunger felt very real and the temptation could not be ignored any longer.
His stomach’s voice and needs were louder than the screams of caution that his mind was trying to throw in his face. With a swift grab he took the cake and started to devour it without a second thought.
Oh yes, the treat tasted as sweet as it looked. There was no disappointment he- oh, oh no.
No! No! No!
The world around him expanded at an accelerated rate. Before he knew it he felt as small and meaningless as an ant. Maybe he was even smaller than an ant!
“What the hell?”
WD’s lungs felt like they were on fire as the curtain of smoke started to cover him. He should have known. He should have known from his encounter with the sign, the trees and the lake that the cake was not what it seemed. Nothing in the land was exactly what it seemed.
Through the smoke the hound could see that something was watching him. How rude. "Who are YOU?"
And even ruder it was becoming. Then again, WD wasn't one for manners either.
“I…” Dang, who was he? Was he the person he claimed to be, or was he just an impostor? Was he someone so desperate to be someone that he claimed the identity of someone he knew next to nothing about? This was too deep for him. WD wanted nothing to do with the question. He wanted nothing to do with this world.
In what world were the caterpillar, the cake, the trees, and even the grass more sure of who they are then he was? Even a rock knew its own purpose better than he even could.
“I’m, I’m not su-“ the hound could not finish his own thought. Within that moment another curtain of smoke began to blind him, and all that was left was his choking self and a voice.
“Find OUT."
Yeah, that is something that is easier said than done.
Wait. Where was he?
The room was very simple, very rural. If he had to guess it was most likely a room within a log cabin. A simple bed sat in a corner by a window, and next to the bed was a large bundle of blankets and pillow the acted as a mock doggy bed.
A feeling of comfort washed over the hound as he became acquainted with the room. It felt like, well, home. Home, it was a foreign word for him and WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! A panicked bark left his mouth as a large creature approached the window. With a swipe of a large claw the window shattered and the creature roared. Out! Out! Out! He needed to get out!
Quickly he ran for the door and started clawing at the door knob. Darn his hands! He could not get a grip, so there was only one thing to do. Backing up, the hound charged at the door while the creature started tearing down the wall of the room. WD knew he was going to have a killer headache later, but escape was necessary. With another charge the door gave in like nothing was keeping it closed.
The second room was not as dangerous at the first room, but it also wasn’t as homey. The room was a playroom filled with children and their parents. They smiled. They laughed. They played. His heart sank at the scene. Did he have parents? He could not remember. If he did then did they know where he was? Did they care about him? Where they looking for him? Did he have anything, anyone?
It was hard, and annoying, but WD slowly and carefully made his way towards the door. No one seemed to notice him, which was a good thing, but it still hurt to see such acts of bonding. It made him sad. It made him angry. It made him annoyed. If only he could punch something, or scream. He was being weak.
When he entered the third room he found nothing but darkness. The door back to the second room slammed shut and vanished from sight. It was then that swirls of voices started to boom and echo around the room.
“Who are you?” “Why are you?” “Will you ever find these things out?” “Do they really care about you?” “Will you ever reach your goals?” “Where do you go from here?” “They don’t really care.”
Voice after voice bombarded him, and he could not see the door out. Frantically he ran around in the darkness, eyes searching and eyes scrambling to find anything that felt like a door. If he wasn’t insane now they he surely would be by the time he left the room.
“Come on. Come on!”
It took a few moments, but eventually his hands grabbed on to something that felt like a door knob and he sprinted out of the room like his life depended on it. It probably did, but he didn’t want to think about such things.
“Come on! Not another room!”
He was tired of this task. He just wanted out, NOW!
“Aw, do you not want to have a nice little chat with me, pup?”
WD slowly turned around as someone who looked like him stepped out from within the mirror. Was this another trick?
“Don’t stand there looking like a dumbfound idiot! You know who I am, don’t you? I’m you. I’m the real you, unlike you. You’re nothing more than a sad sad copy, hm.”
Who did this guy think he was, besides him!
“I know who I am! I know how real I am, and I am VERY REAL! I don’t need some illusion telling me otherwise!”
A smirk snaked its way onto the other illusion’s face, and before he could blink WD’s face was being pressed against the ground with the other him on top, hand twisting one of his arms against his back.
“Now now, pup. No need to go barking stupid statements. I’m not here to hurt you, just slap you with the truth, and you know what the truth is, don’t you? Now tell me, who are you?”
WD grunted while trying to fling the other him off himself.
“I’M ME!”
“Tsk tsk. You never learn, idiot. Then again, you are me, just not as smart.”
With that said the other him hopped off and burst into a cloud of smoke. In his place sat a cake.
Stupid cakes. Still, he ate it anyway and found himself back to normal.
This place was weird. Very weird.
OOC
My character's username: SmellsLikeWetDog My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A lean boy who stands at just about 5'8". He is a tad on the pale side with a face full of freckles and platinum blond dog ears and tail. The most striking features about him are his head of wavy red hair and bright green eyes that rest against pitch black sclera. Upon closer investigation one may notice the snake bite piecing along his bottom lip. An expression of annoyance always seem to be painted on his face.
After an uncomfortable encounter with a massive caterpillar and a delicious piece of cake, Gravity found himself lost. Figuratively and possibly literally. Why he was in this room he wasn't sure. He was on the verge of an existential crisis, yet here he was in a very Not Wonderland like room. It looked much like the Haunted House. He'd had many encounters in it's strange morphing rooms, but this one was different. He'd not seen this before. This was new.
More like it was something he'd possibly see in the future.
While fighting back the worries of who he was and his ultimate worth as a human, the little rabbit found a door. It was easily accessible. Just a few steps away. But something forced him to leave it be. Across a vast expanse, stretching over a large and treacherous gap in the rickety wooden floors, he saw a familiar girl.
Nevada.
She was somewhere he could not reach. She was dying, starving, and bleeding out. Gravity yelled for her, searching for any way to get across the impassible and bottomless pit below. She made no noise. From afar he could see the light in her eyes dim and cloud. A figure stood just out of sight in the shadows. It grinned as it stalked closer to the girl, a hand like a skeleton's looming threateningly as he approached the dying girl.
He had to save her, but there was nothing he could do. For one thing, this wasn't really real. Right?
But neither were the nightmares and visions he'd had as a captive in the Horsemen lair.
Or the voices he'd heard in the Inverted Haunted House.
Or the alternate world he'd experienced in New Years.
What could he do or say to prove this was real or fake? What evidence did he have? What power or knowledge did he possess to say yay or nay? Gravity paniced, and as usual... he ran away. Through the exit door, and away from this choice and responsibility.
And just like that, Caelius's words once again haunted his guilty heart.
"You might think you're escaping your problems but you are just making them infinitely worse"
. . .
A simple room with a mirror. A mirror he did not want to look at. He was disgusted with himself. He was the worst. Gross, tainted, cowardly and impure. What right did he have to be alive and healthy? Nevada would die just like so many others he knew, and he would live. Because running kept him alive, physically. But it wuld never save his friends. It would not save the world.
He spared a glance at the mirror. As soon as he did, a mirror image of himself emerged.
"Pathetic." He growled, his blue eyes blazing in contempt. "Are you an infant? Why didn't you save her!?"
Gravity flinched, his teeth grit and hands firmly held into fists.
"You're not me. I would never run from her." The figure like him spoke again, standing a little taller. Gravity scoffed, pointing a finger at the mirror image. "As if! You're just as cowardly as me! We're the same!"
"No! No way am I you! I'm the real me! You're a fake! This world is fake! The entire world is fake!" Mirror boy screamed, throwing a tantrum much like an infant he claimed Gravity was earlier.
"We can't go through this shitty life worrying what's fake or real! I make a lot of mistakes in my life, but they were choices I made!" Gravity spoke with passion he rarely ever showed anyone. With more affirmation he'd ever allowed himself to have.
"I AM real! Whether or not this body or this world is fake, I am who I am. I'll live with every shitty choice I made in my life, cause it's my <********> life to live! Take your mental problems to HELL where you got them from!"
The mirror image cracked.
"I am a coward! I do run away too much! But I am real!"
It cracked again, before slowly dispersing into smoke. It began to condense slowly into a small little cake. Gravity had faced himself, in some way or another, and came out on top. He knew he had issues, and they still needed to be dealt with.
Tenya urged him to eat the cake. It felt gross and odd to do such a thing, but maybe by taking it in, he'd face and accept those flaws, and one day change them.
Gravity grew back to his usual size, finding an odd card stuck to his shoe....
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It was really handy, how well the world he found himself in had tailored itself to Mimsy's book. He knew exactly what he was looking at, and that made all of the rudeness of that particular greeting worth it - because he knew the question was more than a question. It was a quest! And he was ready. It had all just begun, but the beginning is where you had to start if you wanted to get anywhere, and he wanted to get everywhere. So there was no other option, really. He had to find out who he was, and by how much in inches he diverged from who he'd been.
The door appeared, flashing its exit sign brashly. But that was wrong, and he knew it. He wanted to enter, not exit.
Unless he had to exit, in order to enter. Well, then he would enter the exit to to exit the entrance, of course.
So off he went.
The room was so remarkably boring compared to the world outside. Robert felt his eyesight balance out in the darkness, and he felt around the walls for a light. When it flickered on, it wasn't his doing. It was hers.
"Hey, you."
Everything 'mad' about Robert slumped away, leaving him curious and awe-struck. Of all the things he thought he'd see, this was the most surprising. But there she was, alive and well, and dressed like a white rabbit. Because she was here, in this dream world, too. Which meant she was alive. And she was safe.
"Petra." He breathed out, following the air in his lungs to rush towards her and pick her up in one fell swoop. He patted her down to assure himself she was real, and then hugged her violently, crushing her against him. His common sense fled for those few spare moments, just enough to give him a chance to revel in the fact that he was hugging Petra. The real Petra. It had to be.
It all came flooding back in a rush of hypersensitive pain, and he pulled away from her and jumped back as if her body had stung. "Sorry, sorry, I know - you probably don't - sorry, seriously. I didn't - I couldn't - I wasn't thinking."
He could tell she was trying to interrupt him as he chastised himself, but his choked cries were too loud, too guilty. He'd been selfish enough to hug her without thinking about how much pain it would cause, and now he paid the price.
There was a hand on his shoulder, and it, too, stung. She tried to talk him down from the whirlwind of self-loathing he'd whipped himself into, but his words and thoughts had become jibberish, and he was useless to her. So instead, she did the only thing she could do.
She slapped him across the face.
"Robert." He fell silent, his wild eyes finally focusing on the sight of her face. As soon as he'd regained control, he realized that it was her hand on him, and he wondered at it. Her expression was a mixture of annoyance and mild concern, but all of it so subtle, so tender and calm, just as it had always been. The line of her jaw wasn't hard with supressed rage, and her eyes did not cast flames of dripping malice at him. She looked at him just as she'd always looked at him, before he'd left her.
Like he was an idiot. But her idiot.
The flicker of a familiar hidden smile lifted the corner of her lips.
"I thought I'd lost you for a second, there."
Those particular words rent a painful tear down his already struggling heart.
Petra reached up with one hand to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes with the backs of her fingers, the motion distinctly affectionate. He jolted at the action, and reached up to grab her hand. "You did."
Had the dream made her forget what he'd done?
As if she could read his thoughts (and of course she could, she was Petra) her eyes rolled and she shook her head. "Relax. I'm not mad. It took some time, but that's the great thing about time. So, stop worrying. I'm over being angry about that little fling you had with Mimsy."
Fling?
He didn't know if that was truly the moment he started to doubt this was Petra, or if somewhere down the line he'd always known, but that was certainly the point where his doubts rose to the surface. So he played along, in order to find out exactly what was the point of the charade.
"So you're dreaming, too?"
She nodded, just once.
"Back at Deus?"
"Where else would I be?" she asked, her sarcastic tone laced with an undertone of amusement.
He had to tell her. "Sunshine, you need to know something. And honestly, you would have known this." If she'd been real. "I wouldn't have left for no fling. You know I'm in love with Mimsy. I told you then, and I'm tellin' you now, because I can't hurt you again when we wake up - "
He expected yelling. Screaming. Punching, maybe even kicking. Another legacy of a fight that would leave this dream room as wrecked as their own home had been. But all she did was move the hand on her shoulder, to his lips.
"You say that like we have to leave. That is the point of this place, isn't it? It's a whole new world. A new start. That's why I'm not mad anymore, Bobby." She dropped her hands, and settled them on her hips. A smug little smile pursed her lips. "Because this is our second chance."
He couldn't say whether his doubts had only started to rescind at that moment, but he knew that was when the doubt plagued his open thoughts. It was possible. This could actually be the real Petra. But it wasn't the real him.
He was the fake.
The exit sign blared in front of him, and he brushed a hand down Petra's hair, and settled a kiss on her forehead before leaving.
But she followed.
----
The room was not a room at all, but an overheated wasteland. It had once been a farm, but now it was dilapidated, and hot. Too hot.
"I remember this."
He turned his head to find White Rabbit Petra at his side, her head swiveling to take in the surroundings. Her eyes glittered with familiarity. "China. Remember?" She rose her hands up to make quotation marks when she spoke next, lips pursed in amusement. "Our 'honeymoon'."
He could hear the chattering of the Chinese farmers arguing. He smelled the burnt crops, still singed with the mark of the Horsemen.
She took a step forward, and he took a step back. When she realized that he was trying to leave, she stopped and gave him a look. That look. His look. "Don't you even want to look around?"
He didn't. He couldn't. He didn't.
----
The third room had him convinced he'd escaped the madness. His eyes finally returned to their mad, c**k eyed look. One pupil shrank at the brightness of the sun, and the other remained violently dilated, distorting his sight once more. He'd never been happier to be unable to see straight. He giggled.
"I will admit," The sound of her voice made him jump and twist. She was right behind him, sitting on a mushroom. "This isn't really where I thought I'd end up. Did you?" Her eyes settled on him. "I mean, let's face it. You were always a little mad. Maybe this is exactly where you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life." She grinned, and it was too long, too big to be hers. He was confused - she was supposed to be the White Rabbit. Why was she grinning like a cheshire cat? "But I will take it. We will take it."
Petra - if this really was Petra - was claiming Wonderland for her own. She was claiming Mimsy's Wonderland for her own.
Robert laughed, and then covered his mouth with one hand. But he couldn't help it - that was so .. so ..
So like her.
"Now now," The madness was back, and he reached up to take her by the waist, and carry her off of the mushroom. He set her on her feet. "That's not quite right at all. This isn't yours to take. And."
The madness in his eyes disappeared in place of a deep sadness, and Petra put both of her hands on his mouth to stop him from speaking. She already knew what was coming. It was only formality to stop it. "Don't." She whispered, warning in her voice. "Don't say it."
He muffled the three words out through her hands, because they were the truth.
******* ** *
Her hands fell away from him, and the anger that he'd expected all along finally returned. There was the real Petra, he reminded himself. The one that needed to hate him, to move on. His eyes stung, threatening tears, and he pulled the tip of his hat down to cover them, leaving nothing but his mad, sad, crooked smile.
She shoved him. She shoved him over, and over, and he stumbled back each time, until she shoved him right out the door, and into a room where nothing but a mirror waited. She shoved him one more time, and he fell right through the mirror, stumbling until he fell on his a** behind it.
But he didn't fall. He was standing there, in front of her. And he was also on the floor. He was both, all at once. Split, and yet whole. The Robert that was still standing turned, his eyes still covered by the lip of his hat, and he bowed majestically to his clone that sat on the floor. Petra's head peered out from behind him, looking from one to another.
"Which one is real?"
They both spoke at once. "You should know that." Robert pushed himself off of the floor, and with an equally majestic bow to his clone, he moved to his side. "Shouldn't you?"
It was an unfair test, for a woman who didn't deserve to be tested. She did exactly what Petra would have done, in the situation, and Robert breathed a sigh of relief. She chose none of them, because she should have never been asked to choose.
One of him strode up to her, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were pressed against hers the moment he turned to smoke, and at her feet clattered a little cupcake, begging to be stepped on. She considered it.
"I wouldn't, if I were you." Robert chuckled out, bending to snatch the cake up off the floor before standing in front of her. He held it carefully in the palm of his hands, and wrapped his other arm around her. "But I'll give you the choice. Should I destroy it, or should I eat it? You're entirely too clever you know. You must be aware of what would happen if I destroyed it. So, what will it be, Sunshine? To be, or not to be?"
Petra knew exactly what it would mean if he destroyed that cake. She looked up at the mad hatter, and tried to hate everything she saw. He still smiled a knowing smile, and she tried to hate it.
"Why her?" She couldn't help but ask the question that had ruined everything. "Why not me? I forgave you. Why did you pick her, over me?"
Robert's hands closed over the cupcake, but she stopped it quickly before he could destroy it. She didn't want that. She'd never want that.
So he didn't.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He quipped back at her playfully, and gave her an affectionate - not mad - grin. Then he popped the cupcake into his mouth, and it was over.
Down, down, down he went, until he was so small he could no longer see her. And when he stopped shrinking, he adjusted his hat, and fixed his collar. He was the Mad Hatter, but that did not mean he couldn't look his best. After all, he had a very important date.
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My character's username: HULKWICH My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Other than a pair of white angel wings, this particular mad hatter looks remarkably normal at first glance. Blonde, spiky hair and a looming tall build - but to look in his eyes is to understand why he'd been picked for his job class. Blood red, with dark circles under them, and one was dilated fully and usually twitching. Mad was a good way to put it. Character journal:[ Battle Entry Log ]
The key to every game was to try everything. Judging by the theme of this game, he had a bit of an expected outcome when he ate the cake though it was mindblowing to actually experience the world spinning out of control, shooting up above him like some crazy drug trip. The song White Rabbit had gotten stuck in his head and with the convuluted sense of time, he didn't know if it had been minutes, hours or days he was humming the tune.
Tell em the hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call.
It spoke to him through it's cloud of smoke and Legolas was hardly phased. He handled it as someone in a game would. He looked at the surroundings, marveled at the detail in the caterpillar itself and then, finally when it was needed, he pondered the question. Who was he? He certainly knew who he'd been. He'd been a shadow. He'd been an alien. He'd been a minipet. He'd been himself. He'd been a student and a loser. He'd been a hunter and athlete. What was a dream and what was his life?
And it was all smoke.
He coughed and fanned the air, marvelling that the 'dream' smoke could sting his eyes and throat. When the smoke cleared his coat felt tight and his face strange. He touched his chin to feel the hair growing there and glanced down to find himself in the frayed, old style hunter coat.
His father's coat.
A rise of panic hit his stomach. This wasn't him... this was Junior.
The glowing red EXIT flickered in his line of sight and he ran for it, bursting through only to be confronted with....
...9, 8, 7, 6...
Lights and laughter. Warmth. Everyone was yelling and it took him a moment to realize he was staring into wondering cerulean eyes. "Ceres," he said it like a sigh but suddenly his gut was twisting and nervous and the words from his mouth weren't his but Junior's.
...5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
"Will you marry me?" He was staring at her, at the ring case, and then he was lost in the moment. Around them people were SCREAMING and he was on one knee.
New years.
And then she was crying and laughing and kissing him and whispering, "Yes!!! Oh my god.. yes.. ahah..!!" And his heart soared and he kissed her back.
Who was he?
He was the man who was going to marry the woman he loved. He picked her up and spun her, his own smile now obvious to all those who usually found him gruff. He felt his Uncle John pat him on the back and heard all sorts of congratulations from the crowd.
Thissss isn't right.. Mina's whisper snuck through his thoughts but... he wanted this. It was security and happiness and one big family.
No. His own voice now spoke back to him and he was puzzled when he set Ceres on her feet. He needed some air, just a moment.
Another exit sign.
He pushed through, gasping, and as the door closed silence reigned. The noise and excitement cut off so abruptly it startled him. He was facing a mirror, facing himself, until his own self stepped out.
The real him. Lean and muscular with an easy smile. Junior looked at Bix and scowled. Everything about the other was soft. His smile, his bearing and even his gaze.
On instinct, Junior raised his fists but Bix seemed discouraged by that. "No bro.. that's too easy."
"The strongest wins." Junior's brow furrowed aggressively. "The strongest is the best hunter." And then his bow was summoned, feathered and pulsing.
Bix summoned his too, laughing, "I'm the better hunter obviously." His Mina was sleek and dangerous, handled expertly as if they were one being. "And there's more to being the best than being the strongest. Plus I have to win."
That statement threw Junior for a loop. "What?"
"You have the evil goatee. Duh.. like in Star Trek!"
Junior only knew vaguely what the other was talking about. He faltered in absolute confusion.
"So we'll just solve it with some trivia. Because being me, being us, is more important than being strong and sorry dude but I don't think you carry the Ferdinand mantle too well." Bix made a skeptical duckface.
Junior's weapon disappeared and saying nothing, nodded.
Bix leaned on Mina like a walking stick, casual and comfortable and seemingly without brain numbing and prideful backlash from the weapon herself. Junior almost felt jealousy.
"Whats in its pocketsssessss?!" Bix hissed like Gollum and then laughed hysterically. "Just kidding that wasn't the question. What's Galactus's real name?" He laughed again. "Still a no? Damn you are disappointing. Ok.. hmmmm.... What was our mom's favorite color??" His face set into serious lines. As fast as he'd been joking, Bix had snapped into a harsh and judging gaze. This strange guy thought he was better than Junior?
But the harsher hunter hadn't expected that question at all. His mother? After he'd come to the island she wasn't in his life. His father had been his entire focus, his want to be like him and need to be a strong hunter. He looked only upwards and forwards... never back.
Bix sighed, desummoned Mina and approached his counterpart. He touched Junior's shoulder. "I was jealous of you because you knew him, even for a minute. Because I never did but even in your world he was dead. You never recognized that someone alive still cared for you. Someone who's life gave you life. Still wondering where you were. Even when she thought we were dead, I bet she still wondered. In the end we both had Ceres and we both lost Dad.... but only I had mom." He gave Junior a smile and the alternate him began to turn to dust, crumbling before the dust blew into smoke. Bix found his hand sitting on emptiness and when the smoke cleared found only a cake and a mushroom.
It did smell pretty delicious. When he stepped to grab it, Bix was distracted by something on his shoe and lifted his to to find a card.
Did this mean he'd won? His level up dinged and he was no longer in his hunter uniform, he was Legolas again.
sweetm00n had seen someone at level six. She knew she was missing a quest, somewhere. Finally, she spotted the cake, and players milling around near it. Yes! If she was going to be anything, it was max level possible. Because strength. Because suddenly, after what she had seen, she wanted to be as strong as possible. So it was a combination of 'true adventurer' and 'terror fuelled ambition' that caused her to take a slice of cake and chow down. And with a small squeak, she plummeted to the forest floor.
Looking around, she began to cough as the smoke curled around her hair. She batted it away from her face, and yawned. It was making her so sleepy - but she was sharply brought back to attention at the rude demand. "Who am I?" She was about to sharply reply that she was sweetm00n and that she guessed politeness wasn't it's, when suddenly the smoke obscured her vision.
When it cleared, she looked around and gasped. She was back home! Infront of her was the door to the forbidden room. Her mother's workplace, where she did divinations and readings for their clients. It was always locked, and there were Rules. You did not go into the room. Her mother was not a strict lady, and she was allowed to run around wherever she wanted, but not in the room. Turning around, her nose twitched and she looked down at herself. ... what? She was a minipet - one of the family's smallest. No wonder everything had looked so large! She was so small in fact, that she could probably ... quite easily .... crawl under the door. Her nose twitching again, she scuttled forward. You weren't supposed to go in the room. But once, she had caught a glimpse through the door of the mysterious cloth and smoke filled interior, and it had fascinated her. With a squeek and a wiggle, she was under the door.
And suddenly, she was on a stage. Looking down, she frowned again. A tree costume?? She had been cast as the jacking TREE?? This was ridiculous, she had to get off before anyone saw her. Turning to the wings, she began to stride, and nearly fell forward. The costume was so restricting, all she could do was a slow waddle, like a penguin. Pulling herself up as best she could, she began her slow waddle. This was soo humiliating. A sound made her freeze and glance towards the curtain. IT WAS RISING OH GOD GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF. The mad dash to the wings was enough of a site to send even the most stoic halloweeners into fits of laughter, she was certain of it. Leaping the last distance, she landed heavily in the swirling smoke, which again blocked her vision.
Sitting up, she blinked and tried to refocus her vision. She was standing at the bottom of the winding road up to the academy. Looking down, she sighed again. No - this still wasn't right. She was younger, and dressed in the clothes she had worn on her arrival. Picking up her bags, she began to walk up towards the school. To her first day. But the path was so long, and soon she was bent double, puffing under the load of her bags. Had they always been this heavy? She really wanted to let one go, but she knew if she did - it would roll all the way back down to the bottom of the path. Redoubling her grip, she slowly trudged upwards. But the path kept getting steeper and her bags heavier, until she fell back with a shriek and tumbled all the way back down to the bottom ...
..and lay on her back, blinking at the ceiling of her mother's private room. So she had made it after all. But it wasn't her mother's room, it was empty, except for one mirror. Sitting up, then struggling to her feet, she stared, eyebrow quirked at her reflection. And her reflection stepped out, made a face, and punched her on the jaw. Staggering back, sweetm00n burst out into tears, and curled forward. "My TOOTH!! You knocked out my tooth!" The other her walked forward, then crouched in front of sweetm00n, tilting her head curiously, just enough to get two hands grabbing her by the hair, and a headbutt to the nose.
After a few minutes of incredibly undignified kicking, biting, and hair-pulling on the floor, sweetm00n staggered to her feet. "Oof! Take that you /massive b***h/!!" Giving her other self a few parting kicks, as she drew back her foot the final time, the form on the ground changed into a cake. After staring at it quietly for a few minutes, she shrugged, bent down, picked it up and ate it. Om nom nom, delicious victory. See? She was totally getting the hang of how this place worked.
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My character's username: sweetm00n My character's level:5 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with long purple hair in pigtails, and purple eyes. Apart from that, she looks fairly 'normal'. Is dressed in the gear of a Dormouse. Character journal:☾
Dotdotdot found that Wonderland seemed to have a lot of stray food lying around, and of all the foods she’d tasted so far, none of them have killed her yet so she saw no harm in eating the pretty piece of cake on top of the table. And so she picked it up and took a small nibble.
And then she was suddenly the size of a blade of grass … no, she hadn't finished shrinking yet …NOW she was smaller. Once she seemed to have stopped shrinking, the first thing she noticed was a huge amount of smoke that she hadn't noticed before when she was still normal sized. Immediately, she started coughing and she waved her hand around in an attempt to clear the smoke. After some of the smoke had dissipated, a large shape seemed to have been looming over dotdotdot the entire time came into view.
It was an enormous caterpillar – perhaps normal size before she had eaten the cake, and all it did was stare at her, which she did right back. Suddenly, and rudely, it said “Who are YOU?” and dotdotdot felt incredibly inclined not to answer … except even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to because she really didn't know herself. As dotdotdot was pondering her existence, the giant caterpillar breathed even more smoke into the air, and dotdotdot really wished that it would stop smoking whatever it was smoking. And then it told her to go “find out”. She really didn't want to, considering how the caterpillar had treated her, but after the smoke had cleared, she found herself in a room. Across the room was a door with a neon sign. She guessed she had to cross the room? Dotdotdot started walking across, almost confused by how little she had to do.
But then, a tap on her shoulder. Dotdotdot wheeled around and found herself face to face with several creeple. They seemed to be humanoid, and she guessed they were from Amityville Academy. She started walking backwards really quickly but found another person behind her. However, they didn't seem hostile. Instead, the first one, the one who had tapped her shoulder, said in a gentle voice “You wanna hang out?” Dotdotdot didn't know what to do. She was surprised that people were trying to include her in activities … maybe they were friends? However, a part of her was still unprepared and she fled into the next room.
The next room Dotdotdot visited was completely dark. She could see the exit, and so she waded – wait waded? It was difficult to see, but it seemed she was walking through some liquid. Slightly uncomfortable, she continued, only to find that it got deeper and deeper. And then suddenly, two hands were on her shoulders. A breath on her ear and a voice that said “give me back my heart” sent chills down her spine. She struggled to move, but couldn’t. The whisper grew louder and louder, and through some kind of adrenaline rush, she finally freed herself and somehow made it to the next room.
Drenched, tired, and spooked, dotdotdot was glad the next room seemed to be devoid of anything but a large tree … a large tree that seemed familiar. As she got closer, it was just like the one she used to sit under before she had enrolled in Amityville. In fact, it was the exact same tree. After the previous room, she just wanted to sit underneath it like she had used to and take a nap. As she started lying down next to the tree’s roots, she remembered where she was. She was going through rooms thanks to that cursed caterpillar. After some difficulty shaking off the weariness, she finally made it through.
The next room housed a large mirror, in which dotdotdot saw her reflection. However, it seemed the “her” in the mirror was independent because it suddenly made a motion dotdotdot knew she herself hadn't done. No words were exchanged, but she knew she had to defeat the other “her”. Dotdotdot lunged at the mirror-self, refusing to fail now, since she had to get out of here. After defeating it, it turned into smoke and then a cake. Dotdotdot wearily ate the cake, because it seemed like the only option.
MY STATS
My character's username: dotdotdot My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Character journal:[x]
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