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Madeline continued her relentless search across the room, her shoulder sometimes brushing with another persons. It was unnerving to be in a room potentially full of other creatures, to be waiting without sight or sound as others slunk around in the dark. She was walking in darkness, and her next step might lead her into a vipers pit if she wasn't careful. She wondered briefly what would happen then. Would she end up at the pillars again? Would they be so generous if she said, sorry, got killed by snakes this time, and send her back? Madeline laughed soundlessly before her mouth contorted into a silent scream when her boot hooked onto grooves in the floor and she toppled over in an unceremonious mess.

Never had she been more thankful for total darkness. Popping back up onto the balls of her feet, the fragment bent down to trace her fingers over the grooves. They spiraled out beneath her hands, intricate, ornate. What she wouldn't give for a flashlight right about now. When the strange patterns yielded nothing of interest to her, she stood back up, her knees aching. Well, at least that was one more thing to mark off. Ornate, but completely useless carvings in the floor. A+ to whoever decorated the place. F- to whoever decided to leave off the lights.

As Moriko turned around she slipped and fell again. Her hands touching the grooves in the floor once more. Were they wet? Perhaps that was why she kept tripping and falling. Maybe the fountain was close after all. Quickly she scrambled to her feet to try again.

They were back in the silent darkness of whatever room this was. She walked with her hands out in front of her, trying to find anything nearby. The table? The fountain? Anything at all? She hit something solid but this time she heard something. A humming.

A familiar humming.

Her eyes widened as she reached out to find the source, her fingers brushing cold metal. A fountain, a tome, a weapon. She could feel it, it was alive. Oh she wished she could see it. This had to be Excalibur! But what was it doing here? It should have been back at Deus protecting it. And why would The Voice know..

...Who was the king from The Voice's story? She frowned and looked around. Someone was watching her. Atropos? She hoped so..though...it didn't quite feel like her. She shrugged and turned to the weapon again. It had to be Excalibur, what else could it possibly be? Candace continued onward, her fingers tracing the length of the metal until they dipped forward through an empty space. What?

She investigated further, blindly touching and feeling the entire object. A chair. The throne of power. Her fingers found markings again, things that seemed more like letters now.

C...O? No. A. C-A...L-L...N? M. Y. T-K? No, no. R. T-R-U..E...N-A-M-E..

What the hell? Candace ran her fingers over the letters again to make sure she was 'reading' right, not used to reading things with her fingers instead of her eyes. It seemed correct. Whose name? The owner of the throne's? The King's?

A staff, a weapon forged from pure light, an amulet. It all sounded like things she knew. Merlin and Excalibur, their amulets that allowed them to return home. The caskets that represented reflection and pure void sounded like their pods. Candace couldn't for the life of her figure out what the fountain or tome could be but..

Only one man had ever wielded Excalibur. He was a king.

She stood and looked around despite knowing she couldn't see. Candace opened her mouth to speak, mouthing the name she wanted to call.

That..was odd. She couldn't hear herself, she knew that, but she didn't feel herself speaking. When one spoke they should notice the slight vibrations in their throat. Candace frowned, and pressing a hand to her throat, attempted to let out a series of long 'ahhhs' of different tones.

Nothing. She couldn't speak. s**t, how was she supposed to say anything?!

The metal! She could..this was going to be disgusting.

Taking a deep breath, Candace simply started with a small slice across one of her fingers. Her teeth bit into her lip to distract herself from what she was doing, slowly getting down onto the floor when she felt the blood coming from her finger and writing out the letters of the name.

ARTHUR

Once again, Momo used the table to help herself up. The fountain was around here somewhere. If she could just stop slipping and falling she could get to it. Slowly, she took in a few deep breaths and tried to calm and focus herself.

Sighing (not that it made a sound), Uluiru kept going, his hands still held cautiously out in front of himself. He found himself back at the throne, which continued to give off...unpleasant vibes. He couldn't imagine willingly sitting in something like that, day after day...but then, everyone had their own little quirks.

He sat down for a moment, resting his chin on his palm as he thought about what he'd heard of great kings, since, having read the throne, he really didn't think he was supposed to be naming the voice-after all, the voice was, if one believed anything that it had said, trying to replace the great king. There were legends...

But how to 'call' his name...?

Thinking about it for a little longer, Ulu cautiously got up, trying to remember where the pillar had been. Shuffling in awkward, tiny steps, he finally found it, dipping his fingertips into the liquid (he assumed it was water, as it didn't leave a sticky residue on his hands), and made his way back to the throne, drops trickling from his fingertips as he shuffled his way back. Banging his shins on the front of the throne, he lay his free hand on one of the arms, leaning forward to carefully write, using the water he'd gotten from the pillar, the name of the only 'Great' King who sprang to mind in large, scrawled letters. "Arthur"

Etzer moved forward, unsure of what he was looking for. He stumbled forward, his arm plunging into a fountain as he breathed out, reveling in the cool feel of the water. This room was strange, and he was unsure of what to do here.

Or if he was supposed to do anything at all...

The sudden darkness that came with the loss of her sight caused Sophie to freeze and gasp. She might have screamed if she was able to speak. She moved further into the room, stumbling about until she bumped into a table. Her hands reached out and she found a book; fingers running over the paper. There wasn't much else she could do with it so she continued on.