He never thought that silence could have been so heavy... so ominous, as when he entered the door and all sound vanished. He could see people, watch them climb the stairs, he could feel things that he touched... but he couldn't hear his own footsteps, or theirs. Not even the sound of his own breathing. Even on the most still night, he always remembered being able to hear the sound of his own breath, soft and forgettable. It was disconcerting, every flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye as he started toward the winding stair made him feel as though he'd jump out of his skin. At least if he startled, no one would hear him shout from surprise... but it was eerie. So very very eerie.
He had to know though. He had to keep going, even if he could feel his heart all but knocking on his ribs, like a bird in a cage. Like a bird in a cage surrounded by snakes. Hungry snakes.
He shivered involuntarily at the image, and hoped no one saw, though why he cared he wasn't sure.
It reminded him of the Silver Tower, and that also distressed him. He remembered talk in the marketplace, the rumors about the king, and the terrible secret. Had their beloved king known? Would he ever know that answer? Had they been so close to the truth before the tower came crashing down?
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50/50 HP if we regenerated, otherwise down 11 from being punched by Remi
A slight bird like man with glossy black hair, still wearing Silver Kingdom robes that have blood on them. Most of it seems to be from his nose. It looks like that probably hurt.
She was growing used to the silence when the Voice suddenly spoke. A bitter smile formed on her lips. I know my place. I do not wish to be on the same level of you. All I wish is to follow my true path and not to be led by others.
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Steps: 66 Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: ~ Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A pale willowy girl with a dark blue bob, dressed in a pelt, lacy bolero and high boots, all in grey-ish dark colors.
The boy tried to resist the pull, but the stairs trembled under his feet and forced him to keep going. He didn't want to go.
The child tried to remember his King. Those optimistic, reassuring words. Did those words still apply in a land so far from the realm of Purgatory? Would mere words even make a difference when there was not a sound to be heard...
Quote:
Character: Jove Kingdom: Silver - Reawakened Appearance: A small waif of a boy, wearing a simple white shirt, and grey shorts. He is barefoot, and has a sense of sadness about him.
If the Voice was displeased with her for doing this, Justice was pretty sure she was on the right path.
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Steps: 69 Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: ~ Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A pale willowy girl with a dark blue bob, dressed in a pelt, lacy bolero and high boots, all in grey-ish dark colors.
The boy shook his head as he kept moving on. Those kind words from his King were false too, words of a mere reflection such as himself. His King had been as hollow as he, right from the start. Yet he could remember his devotion, remember how it felt in his heart to be sure this sacrifice was all he ever wanted.
It had been easier then.
Quote:
Character: Jove Kingdom: Silver - Reawakened Appearance: A small waif of a boy, wearing a simple white shirt, and grey shorts. He is barefoot, and has a sense of sadness about him.
Steps: 92 Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: ~ Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A pale willowy girl with a dark blue bob, dressed in a pelt, lacy bolero and high boots, all in grey-ish dark colors.
The tower steps shook under his feet once again, and the child couldn't tell if he had cried out in fright. He had once been so accepting, ready to embrace death with the conviction of a real pawn... Now he felt fear as strong as a knife.
He finally reached another door. The Voice spoke once again, into his very heart. He knew who this Voice was, and it frightened him. Elysian... Was this part of his goodbye?
((Exiting to next level))
Quote:
Character: Jove Kingdom: Silver - Reawakened Appearance: A small waif of a boy, wearing a simple white shirt, and grey shorts. He is barefoot, and has a sense of sadness about him.
You didn't get used to the absolute silence. Or he couldn't. He was unable to be sure how close others were behind him, if he hampered anyone's progress in the inevitable march. Glancing up ahead, he thought he saw Jove higher on the stairs. He opened his mouth to shout to the boy in surprise, then closed it again when he remembered the futility of such a gesture.
He heard The Voice again as he forged ahead. Angry, disappointed, and he set his jaw. He couldn't answer it any more than he could call out to Jove. He knew it was telling the truth, at least... now... he was hardly a match for any force that could do all of this, but that wasn't the point. He just needed to keep going.
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53 out of 50/100 steps 50/50 HP if we regenerated, otherwise down 11 from being punched by Remi
A slight bird like man with glossy black hair, still wearing Silver Kingdom robes that have blood on them. Most of it seems to be from his nose. It looks like that probably hurt.
"Did you now?" Justice replied lightly as the Voice decided to speak once again. "Can you not see what you have done to us all?"
[[Exit]]
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Steps: 100 Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: ~ Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A pale willowy girl with a dark blue bob, dressed in a pelt, lacy bolero and high boots, all in grey-ish dark colors.
LP rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 12Total: 32 (2-40)
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 7:48 am
There was a pause before she entered the tower reading the door. To enter, sacrifice all that you hear. Mjoll closed her eyes and took a breath before entering the last thing she heard was her footfalls heading in but nothing inside.
The trek was going to be a long one. She craned her head up looking up the stairs. Much like the silver tower, only. This one might be safer. She continued at a steady pace.
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
The first thirty two steps weren't that bad, as Mjoll continued. There'd be the occasional tremble or something falling. Though she couldn't hear the noise it made, which made her pay closer attention than she had before. She slowed down a bit, to keep from being thrown from the stairs. With a small frown on her face. She'd have to keep going to get to the top.
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
He wondered how much Jove knew, he hadn't heard Remi's discussion, he'd gone off with the Violet King, but was now here... and he wasn't sure what to think about that... and thinking was something to do on the way up, when he'd rather not dwell on the eerie silence.
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53 out of 100 steps 50/50 HP if we regenerated, otherwise down 11 from being punched by Remi
A slight bird like man with glossy black hair, still wearing Silver Kingdom robes that have blood on them. Most of it seems to be from his nose. It looks like that probably hurt.
There were still stairs to go Mjoll was starting to wonder and become wary of the stairs she trekked up. When she passed the halfway mark she could hear the voice again.
It was speaking but it sounded.... unhappy. She tilted her head as she listened, You dare take the powers of the others, when I created you, gave you purposed, and promised you a Kingdom. Mjoll nodded, she dared, yes she did. She might not have taken powers from someone else but she knew, she knew now she was fake and its words had something bubbling up inside her, anger maybe?
Anger that the voice could think that it was doing her a favor.
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
LP rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 9Total: 13 (2-40)
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:10 am
This was getting to be a rather decent work out, Mjoll couldn't help but to think. She continued on up the stairs pausing every now and again when a tremble would happen.
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
