"What is going on in here?" Kylee whispered, as the voices faded away once again. That was definitely not Lex. It was something else. A ghost? A horseman?
But how did they know that Lex helped her to cut her hair?
For about twenty minutes, Ever lingered in the hallway: cooler here, he thought, and the air easier to breath, not realizing that it was simply the fact that he felt more relaxed making him feel that way. The hallway was safe, for the time being, no one else pushing past or stepping by, no strange faces in this moment. It meant that he could settle his thoughts, some.
Which meant pushing everything down for later.
He'd learned that skill young.
Revitalized, it would be another minute or two before he opened the door and stepped into pitch darkness. All the air went out of him at once, and he turned to go back for the door, but it was already lost. His hands settled against smooth stone wall and he moved along it slowly, shakily, trying to find the knob. He wanted out. Back into the light. He'd drink the water. As much as he needed too.
// Too late. Move forward. Always. No going back. // Amory was in a mood, now, dreamy and distant and not helping. And he kept speaking, a stream of words that made less and less sense, that slowly melted into something else --
His father's voice, deep and furious, not English but French. The rs caught comfortably in his throat as he berated Ever: money wasted on some dream of college, reputation wasted on a son who'd never come home, name wasted on the skinny one, the weird one, the queer one, when he should have given it to any of the other boys. Ever made a choked sound, alarmed, and twisted in place, trying to figure out where it was coming from so that he could run from it. And once he had an idea, he would.
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1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:39 am
[ AREA 4 ]
1 + 1 = 2 > skip forward 2 = 4
Eventually, Ever's helpless fumbling would successfully move him down the hall -- hand tracing the wall until he stumbled, was knocked loose, found it again, his father's voice chasing him all the way and slowly fading out to quiet. He took a moment to breathe in and savor the sensation while he could: eyes closed, struggling to relax in the cool and the dark, not to panic at the sound of people moving in the distance. He could only do so much, though, when another voice kicked in.
Ty spoke slowly in his ear, at first, familiar, joking:
"You're really going to stay at this job forever?" He'd asked it half a dozen times, and it had varied in tone. Sometimes it had been easy, silly. Others it had been genuinely angry, frustrated. He heard them all again, now, asking the question a hundred times. Bartending isn't a career, it told him. Finish school, it told him. Ty, only barely eighteen now and only seventeen then, had pushed and pushed hard to get him to move on.
"And now you have and look what you're doing. Hunting monsters in the dark." Disgust colored it. "This wasn't what I meant, Ever."
The silence was a welcome change of pace, along she crept though dark halls moving forward she hoped through the maze. With each step she grew a little more weary, worried about the voices or something worse returning again.
"I want out of here..."
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4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:57 am
[ AREA 8 ]
He could still feel his stomach roiling from his adventure in the shifting rooms, the Time area, and the voices whispering in his ear did little to help with that. Breath coming in great gulps, Ever followed the wall along and around until he came to a dead end -- and there he paused, shaking, trying to decide if going back was an option. Because here, here was Thomas, and while there was no sensation to go with the feeling, he could still remember the way the man had brushed hair back out of his eyes, the vibrant green of his eyes when he laughed at Ever.
He was laughing now.
"Not like you ever had many friends to start with, Julian." It was warm, dry, familiar, and mean: exactly as the man had been, in private moments. Affectionately mean, but the kind of casual cruelty that kept Ever around simply because he was afraid to go anywhere else.
"And now what do you have? Strangers ready to leave you out to dry at the first opportunity. Well done, oh well done. You're moving up in the world."
The first thing he notices is that everything is dark. He cannot see, though he was not blind, it is just dark. However, no light source seems to break this strange stillness. He must walk around carefully. As he moves around and feel himself around, he hit long, stone walls. It seems they are clustered around him, in a varying pattern. He is in a maze, one that he must navigate through blind. The only comforting sound is the voices of those around him, familiar, soothing, and sometimes mocking.
Employing the same tactic as the first of the Corridors he had taken one, he kept a hand on the right wall, moving along through the dark. After the Corridor of Ancients, being blind was starting to become a thing. At least he wasn't exactly blind-blind because there were voices somewhere deeper in the maze that was catching his attention. He was going to have to rely on his sense again, and this time, it wouldn't too helpful. It was when he reached what felt like a dead end that he cursed under his breath with a growl glaring at the wall that his hand was placed upon. He had to keep to his tactic or else he'd end up back where he was.
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EVENT 6: You hear a voice it only makes strange garbled noises. You cannot understand what it's saying but it sounds menacing. It gets worse the longer you linger in the room. Only you can hear them (though you may not realize it). Please do rp it out. This effect persists as long as you are in this corridor.
It was then that he heard a strange garbled noise behind him. Jerking his head around, determined to keep his hand on the wall, his claws were out and his eyes were straight forward. Uru was blocked in now and faced against whatever made that noise and it was getting more threatening. Ducking down into a defensive/offensive stance, he prepared himself to either fight whatever was in front of him or try to dart past it.
The more she crept along the more she started to calm down, she was finally calming down, she hadn't heard any voice nor ran into another person yet. Bone fingers brushed along the side of the walls as she continued onward hoping to find an exit to the maze she was trapped inside. "Almost there... gota be an end soon..."
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[Enter, Area 1 > 3] And suddenly, everything was dark.
It was certainly a lot more worrying to be unable to see the imminent dangers that lay ahead. There was no way Edel could know for certain if the next step will have her falling to her doom. For that one moment, she envied Danny.
This was all just very depressing.
The ghoul got up and very hesitantly felt the area around her. There were walls next to her - a tight space. The frost demon had an idea of what she was dealing with and formed a pebble of ice, tossing it straight ahead. It skipped along, until it hit something.
A maze. Oh great.
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4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 10:35 am
[ AREA 12 ]
Ever stumbled down the hallway, tripped over his feet, bashed his hand against a wall and grimaced -- certain that there would be blood left in his wake. But when he finally came to a halt again, frozen, trying to figure out how to get out of this private hell, he was rewarded with a moment of blissful silence that made him close his eyes and release a shuddering breath.
[Area 6] She had read something about mazes once, about how she would eventually find the exit if she keep tracing her hand along one side of the walls. There really wasn't any option but for her to go with that.
Edel walked along briskly, feeling rather unsettled by the whispers that echoed around the place. She knew it was likely she wasn't alone; there were many others who had entered the tower with her. Still, why did they sound so familiar?
"You know, I still don't get why you even liked him." ...Muka?
"Yea, I don't know man. You'd make things difficult for him, and him for you." ...Roch?
"It was never going to work out."
"Shut up." She knew they weren't real, but it still got to her. "We could have worked it out, we could have-"
"But YOU chose to run away."
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2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 10:41 am
Maze Number: 6 - Event 2
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EVENT 2: You hear a voice and it sounds exactly like a close friend of yours. They begin to continuously mock you for decisions you have made and are concerned about. The jests get worse the longer you linger in the room. Only you can hear them (though you may not realize it). Please do rp it out. This effect persists as long as you are in this corridor.
It is your fault you're alone, you know. I tried to help, I really did. You just didn't want to be helped.
"Damien?" He called out as his head swung in front of him. He kept his hand on the wall to his right and his left was searching out. He was certain he heard the boil's voice. It wasn't as echoed as everyone else so it could mean that he was nearby which meant he wouldn't be alone in this place. A part of him was happy that the monster was close by. But it also stung that he had said that. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't like the idea of it. He knew the monster was helped him - is helping him with his issues and, in conjunction, giving him much needed company. Was it his fault that he couldn't bring himself to admit that he needed help? Damien just gave it. Was he too proud to say it aloud to him? "I'm sorry... I had to go-"
You left on your own. You didn't have to come back. You could have just stayed out there and that would have been it. I helped. You ran away.
"I didn't run away," he replied. He left to think. He wasn't able to focus while he was there with the monster. His mind was distracted and left to wander as oppose to focus on the things that mattered.
Nothing mattered.
"Damien." Uru called, continuing to seek out the boil to grab his shirt, to lift him up to eye level, to growl at him. The boil knew how to push his buttons even in the short time they had been around one another, reconciling after their initial heated encounter. Of course what he thought mattered, he left to think on the things that mattered to him. There were still things that mattered that he hadn't even got to yet because he wanted - needed to take care of the immediate. "You matter, Damien. Brenna matters. I matter. We matter. You're my friend."
You have jack taste in friends.
Damien wouldn't talk like this. He was far too cheerful and too caring to talk like this. At least, that was the preconception that he had got going in his mind. This wasn't Damien. This wasn't the monster who saved him from himself - who is sticking around to make sure that he is still being saved on his own two legs. Growling inwardly, Uru pushed on past the voice that continued to talk to him.
"I'm not so comfortable with sides myself," murmured Nkosazana, frowning. "At a time like this, we shouldn't be so divided--"
Her mind was taken away from their conversation by the swirling events around them. The Tower of the Ancients? That sounded like something they probably should not be messing with -- oh. What was Medea doing? This sounded like a bad idea. This really sounded like a bad idea. She shot her glances over at the others that were gathered around Medea, hoping that some of them would snap out of it with her talk of attempting to ... what, become the ancients? Was she mad?
Probably.
"Yes, we should follow." Nkosazana couldn't just let the rest of the horsemen run in there, especially if she had a chance of stopping Medea before she did something irreversible. "I'll see you on the other side, Mmur."
And with that, she ran in.
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Space 1 (Event 1) -> Space 2 (forward 2 spaces) -> Space 4 (Event 6)
Where was she? Who was -- who was that? She heard the voice. It talked to her, whispering in her ear, mocking her for being such a failure, for staying so buried away, for ignoring those that mattered--
No, it couldn't be. The voice was so familiar but she knew it could not be her brother. Of all people that could be murmuring to her, it couldn't be her brother, could it? He was gone, devoured by Insanity, the same Insanity that had taken the Four Isles. This much she knew for certain. Right? She knew this for certain.
It was hard to move. It was hard to convince herself this was true. The noise became louder. Was it her brother still? It sounded so angry. Why was he so angry? What was he saying? It was so hard to understand, and it was so loud, but something broke through it--
"Nkosazana!"
Mmur.
"Mmur!" Nkosazana waved, looking around for the shorter horseman. When she spotted him, she darted over. "Mmur, what is this place?"
Marcus was fine with the darkness. In fact, he'd begun to prefer it. The lack of light came as a reprieve, tinted glasses removed as his eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of light. Taking out Dis and a quick scrape across the stone inflicted a small enough spark he could make out the hall along with his surroundings, though vague as they might have been. And here you thought my little healing would never prove helpful. Marcus hissed out loud through his teeth as Dis laughed. "Just because I almost became what you wanted doesn't mean anything." No.. but it does. How close you came- it gives me hope. Hope that one day I might have... a different path then that of a weapon.
Walking down the maze, Marcus sighed, knowing that he shouldn't have felt that confident, that safe in the darkness. Yet he did. It felt better than the light and it was ******** up. Voices echoed and none were kind. Hisses and growls and broken dialects in a language he couldn't pin down. Dis was lost as well. Marcus knew he was alone. He could tell that much, he could see that much, yet it didn't explain the voices. It didn't explain where they were coming from.
Ever hesitated before moving on, and when he finally kicked back into motion, it was slow: hand on the wall, breathing slow and even, eyes closed because there was no point in having them open. As he eased down the path, testing out his steps, wary of voices, his foot hit something and, blinking, he stooped to pick it up.
A rock? It disappeared in his hand. With a shudder, he straightened again to move on.
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