[[entering from the second level. moping. moping]]
Olivia felt herself in a haze, on autopilot and running on nothing but that calling that had pulled her to the tower and up it. She felt dull and lifeless, as when ... he...
Everything was black now, the world plunged into darkness and it came to her realization that the last thing she would ever see was that look upon his face before he came into this room. And now he was lost to her yet again, in so many more ways. He hated her, he never waited for her... he hated her and she desperately wanted to cry. And if anyone else was stuck with the same ailments, at least they could let her cry somewhere in peace.
But she had nothing left in her, she knew that so many floors down. That's why she had been shaking so badly, as well as from the strain on her body to keep moving up all those stairs. Chasing after a man who hated her now. And it was the last truth before the end.
Olivia grasped the wall, traveling along it from the door frame and descended further into the room without a care. It was slow and rocky and at one point she fumbled and fell to the ground. Her hands slid across it, vaguely registering the groove in the floor and perhaps the reason she had really tripped at all. She felt around a little, unsure of why but found nothing of interest. But there were no objects, no one else and perhaps laying on the floor would be a comfort.
Glaring at what seemed to be the top and the last door he reads; 'To enter, sacrifice all that you see'. No. No no no. Spinar backs for a moment away from the door and bites his lip. If he gave up his sight, he would never find her again would he? Staring at the ground he shakes his head violently. But it was no use. The urge was pushing him, this was the end, it was time to end it. It was time to go..
And then everything was dark.
As the door pulled open he stepped through taking quick notice of the change in air. Spinar reached blindly out but couldn't touch or feel anything not even walls or the bodies of those that had entered before him. While he couldn't hear the sound of his own heart, he could feel it beating wildly in a panic at his ribs, fit to burst. Going with the pull he hesitantly moved on to the center of the room, hands out in front of him to brace himself should he fall, he paused his advance when the Voice spoke out again.
The Great King, the true king, pride. The Voice was nothing but confusion and circles. Spinar clutched his fist tight and used the other hand to move slowly again, only his slow pace didn't seem to help, stumbling he fell over the grooves in the floor and winced in silent pain.
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HP: 25/25 Rank :Pawn of Red. Wild Card Character kingdom:Red Silver Character description:A frost demon, early 20's, silver hair and blue eyes, lanky in build and around six foot tall.
Current HP remaining: 25/25 Rank Ability : Evasion (Unused) Kingdom ability: Double attack - Used Character kingdom: Kingdom of Dreams Character's Miasma Colour: Red Character description: Pale blue skinned girl, above average height, wearing a blue qipao with red trim.
After fumbling a bit more in the dark, the Doppelganger's hand finally met with something that seemed like what she wanted to find - something completely different from the other things she'd touched. It was metallic, and pulsed with what seemed like it's own life. Running her hands up and down it, around it and over it, she came to the conclusion that it was some kind of seat.
A throne, perhaps? It would seem that way, from the feel of the seat. Her hands ran over words, making her stop. She felt them once or twice, blinking involuntarily in confusion. How would she call out a name without a voice? What was it's name, in fact?
Sitting in front of the throne, she thought long and hard for a good while. The Voice said it was searching for a True King, a successor to the Great King. It had also said that it was the creator of this world, and that it could give to the successor its Pride. So, if The Voice could give away the Great King's pride...
Then the Voice had to be the Great King! Perhaps he had feigned his own death? Or, maybe he had died, and had come back as something else...a fragment of the Great King - much like the Kingdom citizens who had fallen. So, then, if the Great King was revived in a similar manner, wouldn't that make him a Silver King?
...That was it. The Voice was the Silver King.
In a bout of divine genius and spontaneous ingenuity, Gene spelled out the words "SILVER KING" onto the throne with her finger.
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Current HP remaining: 25/25 Rank Ability : Evasion (Unused) Kingdom ability: Double attack - Used Character kingdom: Kingdom of Dreams Character's Miasma Colour: Red Character description: Pale blue skinned girl, above average height, wearing a blue qipao with red trim.
When her sight vanished, Whisper was lost. She had already lost her hearing and speech, but this level of sensory deprivation was terrifying. Even the shadow kingdom was not this dark, and that says something. She took very small, and very very slow steps, not wanting to bump into anything or fall into a hole. Her arms were extended out in front of her, trying to feel for anything that might give her a clue as to what this room was.
A mere few minutes felt like eons as she made her way around the room. She did not run into anything until she reached a stair case presumably on the other side of the room. More stairs...really? But it seemed as though these went no where. What was the point of this? Taking her senses away was very much a show of power, but regardless how much it unnerved her she wouldn't give in. Whisper wanted to know the real truth, but how could she find it here? She was robbed of her senses, even if she found something she would never know it. All she could this was "You are the devil..."
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Current HP remaining: 50/50 Stair count: Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: --- Target(s): --- Rank Ability : Unused - Wild Card. Kingdom ability: Unused. Character description: A small lean girl dressed plainly and practically. She has mid length brown hair, and orange eyes. She appears to be spunky and determined.
Flopping to the ground as soon as she passed the door, Azmodel laid there for a while.
Why isn't there any light...? Oh, right... There was a message on the door. Took my sight too didn't it?... I hope there are no more steps.
Once she felt a little rested the ghoul realized that the ground seemed different ... More polished. And way too cold. She got up and tried to feel for a wall. But try as she might she couldn't find one. Her other options ruled out, the valkyrie decided to follow the pull she was feeling.
The Voice was telling the story of the Great King once more, so the former Shadow kept advancing with caution. The floor seemed to lower so she tried to feel around her again for something to hold on. Pillars were found by her hands, seemingly ornate and just as cold as the ground. Inching closer to the voice she found something cold, smooth and framed... A mirror?
As the voice stopped Azmodel let a sigh escape her : how was she to find something in here?
using her trusted hands again she felt her way around her and almost fell over something hard and cold. Metal probably. And why did she feel like someone was looking at her the way one looks at an unruly child?
Wandering digits finally found something written on what she supposed was a throne : "Call my true name" .
Bugger !
Before she could think of an answer the Voice rose again speaking to the Kings she didn't even know were here.
Uh-oh~~~~ Why do I smell problems coming?
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Name : Azmodel Kingdom : Formerly Black pawn, now Silver - Wild card HP : 25/50 Steps : no more !!! Appearance : Azmodel has white hair, dark skin, and black wings. Wearing a simple grey dress
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 6:13 am
There was nothing else Rep had been able to do once he'd written his message to the entity that ran this world. He was in complete darkness, with no hearing and no ability to make any sound of his own, unaware of anything that was going on around him, it was vulnerable, extremely so, and now and again he'd feel the a strange breeze or shift in the air of the room that touched the hair on his skin. It felt like there were other people there and they were moving around, but there was absolutely no way to tell.
His anger and confidence ebbed away piece by precious piece the longer he was trapped like that, a sitting duck.
By the time Riley touched him, he was flighty but froze in sheer instinct as someone touched his shoulders. By the time they reached his neck, all the red flags his brain possessed were up and the image of several dangerous snakes wrapping themselves around his throat blazed on his mind. He jerked back in panic with a silent scream before sweeping his hands at his neck as if it would somehow get rid of the lingering nightmarish sensation.
But he couldn't get rid of the idea of snakes, the feeling he was surrounded, his heart absolutely hammering in his chest. The only thing he could do was panic, absolute primal, flat out panic.
He ran, at first almost right into Riley, and then glancingly into Shun before still clawing at himself, just losing it and running around the room dangerously in panic, trying to outrun assailants he couldn't see. Running into the edge of the table ******** hurt, he found out.
Nio Love
Blade Kuroda
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Current HP remaining: 25/25 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: N/A Target(s): N/A Rank Ability : Overpower - Used Kingdom ability: Royal Blue - Unused Character kingdom: Awakened Character's Miasma Colour: Blue Character description:b[/] Rep is still dressed like someone from blue kingdom, albeit, without a shirt or his glasses any longer.
One step in to this room was enough for him to stop. Reaching up he just looked around, only he..couldnt see. The world had turned dark, his sense of sight being taken away with that last step.
The part that made him yield was not the people though, but the energy radiating, and calling to him, from the throne. He resisted the urge to try and sink his claws into the walls, but there were no walls for him to sink them in to. He could not find anything to sink his claws in to, like there were no walls...
He wanted to go to it, wanted to just take that step forward, but instead he would stay still and watch as the massacre continued for a little while longer.
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Current HP remaining: 25/25 [Queen ability: Overpower ]: Unused Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal - Unused Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 6'2" pale skinned Kitsune with blue hair, fox ears, and a trio of blue fox tails. Still wearing his outfit from Violet Kingdom, basically fancy stuff with a lot of gold jewelry. Blessings: Unused
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 6:17 am
Not that looking around did much good in this state but she caught a scent that was familiar, it was commanders and Roch...but where were they? Following the scent she felt a warm body smiling inwardly before hugging it. It was the pirate. She had found him, granted it wasn't in the way she wanted but at least he was alive. Her eyes welled up as she buried her face in to his chest.
She just wished that everything could go back, she wanted to go back to the ship to see everyone there, her PDA even the panda-bots. And more importantly she wanted to go back and spy on Roch in the engine room and not think of that bird any more. Her ears twitched more as a reflex not actually in response to anything before she pulled back and wiped her face. Taking a huge breath even thought she knew that the pirate couldn't see or hear her and she couldn't speak she still mouthed the words, I loved you. It wasn't the present tense it was the past and when she realized that she blinked a few times. Loved, she was so ready to find him as soon as she awoke and now it was loved not that she was madly in love with him and didn't want to lose him. Smiling sadly she kissed his cheek and stood near him hoping that maybe the bird would show up.
Ice Queen
Lol poor poor Pirate with the sniveling girl.
Reeshie Hack
As soon as Julian gets up here heart
Lumikki OOC
Name: Lumikki HP: 25 Kingdom: Silver Found: Piller with water, throne Appearance: Lumikki is a fox girl six tails and currently in human form. She is starting to become more aware of the mirrors speaking truths.
He shook his head. She was wrong, she was so very wrong. Why was she laboring under this delusional belief that she had come to some sort of brilliant, all-inspiring knowledge?
No. Silver had corrupted her.
Mengyao spun the sword around, twisting his wrist, glowering at the former Red King. "The only person close to me," he said, with a bitter laugh. His heart ached. "is no longer in this world."
A glancing blow, across her shoulder
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Current HP remaining:110 Unlimited Damage done: 1 YEAHHH Target(s): Xiu Rank Ability : BESERK MODE Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:BAM
Kaiyumi
1 damage
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 6:25 am
The voice confused her. She pushed the confusion away. Confusion made her feel less herself.
Acerium decided to stay completely still even though things whisped around her. People. The wetness of someone else's blood.
Didn't matter. her mind was fragmenting, the memory fragment that made her up forcing a past and existence on the universe, forcing itself to reinforce memories that had never happened. She didn't know the truth, didn't believe the hints that teh voice had sent at her like knives. SHE EXISTED And she was trying to make sure of it, forcing the past to be REAL, at least to herself. The people groping by her were wind in the leaves of her vine. The hands that touched her on occasion were the tendrils of her vine on her face. The blood was dew, or a splash from a watering can.
The tears... she didn't notice them yet.
The vine had taken over her room. It was alive, a mockery of her father. He was probably dead, like her mother. How could he be alive, in his bizzare little mini-war? She hadn't understood. The whole memory of explanaiton... of finding him... was blurred and dulled and veined with bright silver. All it was was emotion. Love...
She should have paid attention in History. Then she would be able to guess what everything in the room was.
All she knew was the table was important.
A memory played out.... not silver and emotion-colored like the others, but GOLD, full of regalia and texture. There was silver there, too. Tarnishing it.
The silver king in the gold kingdom, pulling her miasma to him. Fighting the gold king. He was tarnished silver, a jerk who didn't deserve her color.
"See you later, Not Voice. And for the record, I wished for a new table." Laughter burned the gold kingdom in silver and he vanished.
A new Table? She was sitting on it, and so was the book, which was very heavy. She ran her fingers through it's pages.
Call my True Name
She just couldn't shake the feeling... that it had to do with the table.
But what of the grooves? the stairs, the fountain? the book? How did they relate to the Throne? or the name thing?
Frankly, the table was a bit dirty. From all the blood flying around...
mud
So the first idea that came to her mind was to wipe it down She had some sense of where everything was at this point, so she took out some of the cloth she wore- her shawl, she thought- and wet it in the fountain.
She whistled as she worked. No sound came out, but in the memory, the greenhouse sung with her as she mopped. The sun coming through the glass was beautiful. The flowers were beautiful. She loved her greenhouse. Things were growing, things she could enjoy and sell on market day. In the corner there was the scent of tea brewing. Delicious, energizing tea. Truth be told, she didn't need it. On such a beautiful day, it was just wonderful to be alive
She then made her way back to the table and started wiping down the table as best she could with only touch and without moving the book.
Then she sat down on the wet table and continued to think. The sunlight of her false memory shone on her, an illusion of warmth in the dark silence.
The tears were unnoticed. Perhaps, as reality faded away, the fragment knew the truth on some level. That was why it was throwing memories at itself, making up half truths about the existance it thought it had led.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 25/25 Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Does it matter in the dark?
He kept his arms down this time, determined to walk normally amidst what he could only assume was chaos. The intermittent smack of a panicking body still disrupted his forward movement, but it didn't bother him as much as it had initially.
Eventually his sleeve brushed against something solid and unmoving again and Westus crouched, reaching for what he had felt until he tipped to one side, submerging his arms and sleeves in liquid up to his elbows. He pulled a face. He might have been a useless fragment of memory minutes away from lying down on the ground and waiting to be trampled, but that didn't make getting doused with some mystery liquid any less disgusting.
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HP: 25 Appearance: Long, unbound white hair, gray skin, white eyes, black horns, black spaded tail, plain gray robes.
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:27 am
There was this awkward moment when you were completely cut off from the world when someone hugged you, kissed you and you had no CLUE who it was. Roch had been minding his own business, standing next to the throne and waiting for the world to end--at least his world--when he'd gotten assaulted with love.
The first thing that went through his mind, of course, was that he seriously hoped it wasn't a guy. Not that he cared what OTHER guys did in their spare time, y'know? Just not to him. But the height and the hug told him it was female, so he hesitated, coming up with only one person that would know who he was--and hug him for it.
Clumsily his hand reached up, touching her cheek--then patted upwards until he touched her hair. Fox girl. He thought. He felt all sorts of awkward, honestly. Maybe she was just the type to show a lot of affection? They were pals in this short lifetime, after all.
He had no idea what she had mouthed, he had no idea that there had even been something more than friendship. So he dropped his hand on her head in an awkward pat. Yes, he had just patted her head in response to her declaration of past love. But in his defense, he never saw it.
Blind, deaf and mute. Jordan stood very still for a moment, breathing deeply to calm himself. He couldn't hear his breathing, but he could feel the rush of air, the rise and fall of his chest. He was alive, or what passed for alive in this place.
He half-turned and reached back to where Ferros had been last, and found nothing. A swell of panic rose in his chest. He couldn't hear or see or even feel Ferros. He was alone.
No. No, Ferros must be somewhere nearby. They'd entered the room together. Even if Jordan couldn't find him, he was there. Outside this dream, in the real world, the totem ring was still on his finger. He wasn't going to lose Ferros.
He took a careful, sliding step, shuffling along the floor, keeping his hands in front of him. Two steps. Three. More. The air was cool and still. He had no way of knowing what was there around him.
The floor began to slope slightly downwards, and the Voice spoke. Jordan paused to listen. King Arthur, he thought. It's talking about Arthurian legend. As he took another step, his outstretched hand encountered a pillar. It was carved and decorated, and he ran his fingers over it, trying to visualize what he felt, but he could only perceive a ridged jumble.
There were other pillars, spaced close together, and among them a frame, with a cool glassy surface in it. A mirror? The Silver pawn had mentioned a mirror. Jordan laid his hand flat against the surface, struggling to recall what Andrew had told him. He'd been preoccupied at the time, newly awake and disoriented. A symbol of reflection. No, the verse had mentioned a casket, not a mirror. That seemed odd.
Maybe this was the artifact they'd been sent to find? There was no way to tell, blind and deaf as he was. He made his way cautiously out of the pillars. Maybe there was something else in this room. Some clue.
His toe bumped into a ridge of some kind. When he bent to feel for the obstacle, he found that it was a series of steps. Carefully, he moved up them. But the flight of steps was short, and led to nothing at all. Was that symbolic? Or was something missing?
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Name: Jordan/Ferros HP: 30/50 Kingdom: Blue Appearance: Jordan: 5'10" human male with blond hair and blue eyes, wiry build, dressed semi-formally. Ferros: 6'4" human male with red eyes and short gray hair, heavy/muscular build, dressed semi-formally.