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She stumbled onward, through the dark, something was near, she could feel it, subtle, close, growing warmer and filling the air with a sense of vibrating power.

Her fingers brushed metal and dried blood. She couldn't make out why blood covered the throne. But it was then she felt the words. Speak its name?

Pride? Voice? God even? No it wasn't a God, if it was a God this would be real, there wouldn't be another self she would exist whole in this world.

She simply stood beside the throne for a while pondering what to do next.

HP:25/25
Kingdom: Silver
Looks Like: 5'7 human girl with red hair that has a white streak on the left side of her bangs, wearing simple white oversized shirt and pants with simple boots.

Bored with her "drinking straw" Millie fumbled around to the throne and used her fingernails and the gem to tap out intricate melodies she heard as a child in her old life, pretending the humming pieces of metal made different harmonic, echoing notes and were of different lengths.

Of course to anyone that could -actually- hear, it was just annoying tapping.

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Ami tripped into the room, over some fancy plates. She was the classiest and most graceful hunter in all the land.

When she got her footing, she saw mass hysteria. Four ... five- Ami wasn't sure HOW many, but a lot of kings were swirling with power, attacking people and giving no quarter. They looked relatively dangerous, so Ami determined that avoiding them would be the best measure. The room had many siderooms, and decorations, any of which Dakota could be hiding behind.

Then again, she couldn't picture Dakota cowering behind something. She imagined him either defending someone or running in brashly to bash a bad guy. On second though, maybe it was better he wasn't here.

While she was still very much stuck to whomever it was that had run into her, Sun found she had a modicum of range to move. She tested this by trying to get as far away from the others as she could. She heaved against the weight pulling her back, and her face made contact with a hard surface.

Her hand flew up to rub at her injury, and smacked into the bottom of the surface. Okay, double ow. It seemed she run into the table. Maybe if she grabbed onto it, she could pull a little farther away from the chain. Her hand flailed for the top of table, landed on something, and she tried to pull herself up.

Rrrrrrrrrip!

Sun fell backward, a piece of paper in stuck in her hand. Seems she'd ripped a page out of the book! She hung onto it, and an idea came to her. She tried folding the paper on itself. She couldn't see, so it was a definite challenge. When she was finished, she could feel 5 points at the top, and a part that vaguely felt like a wrist. She hoped it looked like a hand.
Okay, that was done. Now, she just needed to get over to that fountain! Sun got back up, and struggled over in that direction, attempting to drag her captors with her. After several sweaty minutes, her questing hand ran into it, and she heaved herself up to it.

She then deposited the paper hand into the middle of the liquid, so hopefully it looked like a hand coming out of the middle of a lake.

It was her best guess. Sun flopped back on the floor, and decided to take a bit of a rest.

Frustrated with the chair and it's demand for a name. Maple pushed off of it very carefully, hoping not to run with yet another person or something that would just be terrible. There were still more bodies around though, so bumping into someone was probably going to be inevitable.

But she tried as much as she could, often wondering when this was actually going to end. The pillars had told her that this dream would end, and she was almost frustrated enough to demand for it to be. What was the point of the Voice making them walk around blindly? Maple was obviously failing in figuring it out and it was getting so frustrating.

Carefully, she kept moving and almost to the point of paranoia. He hands went around wildly, trying to feel for something new - and not the damn chair. Her hand hit a solid object and the other went to hold herself to it, feeling around to identify it. It was simple in shape, thankfully different, and seemed almost like the objects she had seen upon her death.

But it was shorted and when she smashed her hand on the top of it, she felt it cool and wet. A liquid, something a little foreign to her. Was she also feeling.. paper? What was this? More curious with the possible water or whatever it was, the small once Shadow brought her hand up to where her face should have been, sniffed it and then licked a finger to taste. Water? Or .. poison - please be poison. She almost wouldn't put it past her to accidentally ingest something that could kill her.

OOC

Name: Maple
HP 25
Character description: Maple is a petite girl, short in stature with sad soft brown colored eyes. She is wearing simple peasant like garb in various shades of grey and a headscarf to cover her softly layered hair.
Deaf. Blind. Mute. Very much :

Ami peered around one of the side rooms, looking for Dakota's massive figure. Unfortunately, down the hall was simply a staircase.

She tiptoed down the hallway to examine the staircase. Her shins and thighs were aching though, so the idea of climbing more stairs wasn't very desirable. "Dakota?" she called up them. No response.

There was one thing at least that she was almost sure of. The figure in front of her with one hand settled just above her hip was a man. If not, then it was a very unfortunate woman that was shaped like a man. She wasn't sure if that really made any of this much better. As another hand found it's way to her other side she let out another silent and inaudible sigh, a warm breath of air that the probably-a-man might feel against the back of his neck. She let her hands drop from his face, coming to rest on his shoulders. She would have pulled away, but she didn't really see much point. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing, and he seemed to be trying to protect her, maybe, from something. After all, there was a reason he had come barreling into her with enough force to knock them both off of their feet.

And wasn't that a bit of a disconcerting thought? There could be a battle waging around her and she would not have a clue. She could be the only one in this room right now that was experiencing a loss of over half of her senses. And worse then all of that, this man might be a student, or even a hunter, and she just wouldn't have a clue.

That was enough to make her grit her teeth, a strong urge to shove the man away welling up inside of her. But it wouldn't be warranted, and there was always the small chance that this was one of her friends. Conflicted, she let her hands slip away completely, then raised an index finger to what she thought was the area between the figures shoulder blades and wrote a word upon his back, the repeating the question mark at the end several times so that he might get the hint that she was burning with a desire, but a desire for answers, not one to have her body pressed up against what might be a complete stranger.

The word was simply "Who?"

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As soon as Merope read the sign on the door, his vision darkened. He stood there outside the door, waiting. Nearly a full minute passed before it occurred to him exactly what the sign meant. With a frown, Merope reached out to feel the door only to feel a breeze from it opening. He flailed about for a moment, locating the doorframe and moving along the wall. It wasn't until he reached the corner that he crouched down carefully, reaching into his sash.

Merope withdrew his Shadow tarot cards. He ran his fingers along them before he placed them down on the ground, sliding them into the corner. One last, farewell pat was given to them before he stood, his hands groping the wall to find the open door. Where he was going, he didn't need the cards.

He listened to the Voice's story as he entered the room, surprised at the cold floor. But... where were the walls? He stumbled forward, careening around blindly.



Merope's talons caught on the grooves in the floor, tripping him up and quite possibly making him crash into the nearest person.