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David grimaced as he reached the entrance of the labyrinth. It seemed that their only chance of living through this was to serve. He tried hard to bite back the hate as he glanced around. Much as it chafed him, gathering Miasma seemed to be their only chance for survival. For now.

He squeezed his golden-green eyes shut and inhaled sharply, trying to block out the cruel knowledge that it was the very thing he sought that had helped destroy the Tower. He wasn't even certain what this Miasma was, much less how it could influence the destruction of an entire kingdom.

He cleared his throat. After just a few hours of silence his voice felt unfamiliar, awkward.

"I...guess...I guess I have no choice in this," He muttered, more to himself than to anybody else. If this kingdom is destroyed, I can only run for so long, right? There'll just be more death.

He sighed deeply. Now just to work up the nerve to actually enter.

His eyes found a particularly fascinating clump of dirt near his feet. There was no one to hold him up anymore. They were all gone.

And if things were to ever be right again, well, those left had to survive.

The young man held his breath and broke into a run. It was now or never.

Character: David
Current HP: 50/50
Rank: Yeomen (Wild Card)
Kingdom: Silver, Unaligned; Working for White
Current Sector: A/B, attempting a run to C
Appearance: David is a large, fair-skinned young man with shoulder length bright red hair. His clothes are brown and moderately filthy from garden work.

Olivia has been idly watching the strange creatures in the section of maze, never realizing she had stopped to do so. It was most likely the drain, reflex to halt in her wandering to rest for a bit before moving on. She hadn't seen Molan at all, which she wasn't sure if a good thing or not. But, these beasts. They were all heading somewhere and she had to wonder where to. Were they going where she was supposed to go?

She watched, then squeaked loudly as a booming voice called over to her. Only figuring it was to her, since it was familiar. One of the first ones she had heard when she'd gotten to Blue. She turned her head, slowly and stared at the large man with tired blue eyes. Yes, it was Roar ... and someone else?

"Oh, Hello," she greeted, timidly, "I'm... just resting." Being okay was rather relative right now. She was hurt, physically and mentally and she could imagine this fellow had no care in the world to hear about all of it right now.

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Character Name: Olivia
Current HP: 6/50
Kingdom: Blue /Silver Wildcard
Current Sector: D
Flower Count: 13

David was vaguely aware of blood running down his forehead as he ran. He just needed to find the way out of this sector. He couldn't fail at this.

Character: David
Current HP: 35/50
Rank: Yeomen (Wild Card)
Kingdom: Silver, Unaligned; Working for White
Current Sector: A/B, attempting a run to C
Appearance: David is a large, fair-skinned young man with shoulder length bright red hair. His clothes are brown and moderately filthy from garden work.

[Entering from Purple]

Clearing his throat, the one known as Jack looked down the labyrinth, the hedges proving a terrible vantage point for him, even, at his height. He would try to prove himself to his King as a pawn, whether he liked it or not - and besides, labyrinths usually meant shiny things in the end.

Jack liked shiny things. It was in his blood.

Starting forward, he wandered through said safe zone, hoping that whatever may come would prove to be . . . less dangerous than other places.

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Moving to Sector B

Character: Jack
Current HP: 40/40
Kingdom: Purple
Current Sector: A
Appearance: Tall (around 6'2" - 6'3") and a little broody, wearing a toga over his shoulders like a poncho, and slightly elegant dress pants with an intrequet key mark on his exposed left arm.

As Crispin followed the two into the next area, he heard the faint clicking and clacking of tiny footsteps clawing along stone. The foliage was giving way to crumbled brick, dusty and old. He glanced down, and spotted some kind of crab-like, spidery creatures racing around his feet, their hard shells shining black in the dim light of the area.

Crispin swallowed nervously. Other things were moving around him in big black swarms, but it felt like his vision was tunneling. He tried to focus on moving ahead. Where had Alastair and Harland gone?

"Weak..." he muttered, sweat beading down his temples. "These are getting so heavy..."

He shook one or two flowers from his arms, but hardly noticed them falling away. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Why was it so dark? So cold? He strained to see, hardly aware of the clicks and clacks and mewling yawns of things that ran around him, racing forward towards one single point.

"Gimme a sec," he slurred, shuffling ahead. "I'll catch up with you guys... just gimme a sec..."

He'd managed a bit of space before the other man called back at him and managed to catch up, forcibly grabbing his arm and helping him along. Neither of them was really in any position to help the other, and the sudden yanking didn't feel any better. Kashi WAS aware that had been a bit chewed up by something, right? "...ch-" He only verbally issued the last bit of the pang of pain as the other man helped to support him the rest of the way to the altar.

He cast a look at the other fellows words, but at this point didn't really have a retort, just wanting somewhere to rest at the end. Which is why, when they did reach the altar he simply flung the mass of flowers at the thing without much thought to the consequences. Which where... kind of dire. Rather than becoming safe to hold, the flowers seemed to shrivel into nothing and vanish before his eyes. Which left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. All of that work, for nothing? "How... fitting." His voice was bitter, seeing as the entire day had been like this. One bad thing after another. Really. He just wanted to take a good long rest.

He smelled abysmal, but there wasn't much he could do about that. At least this area was where he could collect the flowers. Sparrow rolled up his sleeves, put his determined face on, and got to work.


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