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[ rooms: fear, youth, insanity, age - done ]

The next time he drank from the water, the world got a little less worrisome. His hair was no longer in a pure frohawk, just a messy mop, but the rest was minor changes; sharper cheekbones, back to his grand and mighty height of 5'2", and a little more easygoing.

Or, at least, he would have been, had he not been scared and seeing things.

"Who the ******** is Cami?" he asked, desummoning Aleria, eyes still trained on the shade of Alice that had taken up the space beside Maebe, wavering in his view. She probably wasn't real: that was how this show went. All of this was a concoction of his mind.

"I'm not going to kill you, you dumb ho," Leslie said, rolling his eyes, even if he gave the girl a wideass berth. There was no taking any chances, god damn, that trident was sure a thing.

"Come talk to me when you get your life in order." He ducked towards the door, sliding away, throwing a look over his shoulder in case she followed.


[ exit ]

Harrison drunk deeply from the pool Rep had lead them to, and felt- if not the lightheadedness, the mustache and scars on his hands disappearing.

He felt his chin.

"R-Rep, I'm- its-"

The look on his face was raw surprise. He was 19 again, like he'd been before Deus. His lips weren't twisted up, ears okay, chest, everything...

"It's gone, it'shall- its..." he undid his shirt, looking down at his whole and unmangled torso. Everything, he was intact. He was feeling woozy, and tears sprung to his eyes. "They fixd it- fixd it all, somhow, an' I'm-" He was thinner, too, still muscled but they were light, not accustomed to the kind of heavy work 3 years of training had put them through.

Pool of Age
Pool of Insanity
Pool of Sleep
Pool of Youth

Hanna was beginning to get the feeling that she had interrupted something. Apparently she had been right all along about Otto and Cami sleeping together? And something about these pools was unlocking it at last? With a sigh, Hanna rolled her eyes dramatically. Her eyes fell to the lilac-colored water in front of them. She was supposed to keep drinking, right?

Stooping down, Hanna cupped water in her hands. "If you guys want to be alone, just say the word. I mean, life your life, voyeurism or whatever," she said to Otto and Cami. Then she carefully slurped the next bit of water.

The effect was almost immediate. Her arms and legs began to tingle, her head felt heavy. "I wonder what makes the water different colors, you know?" she said, voice slurring at the edges. "Like, the green one didn't taste green, and this one doesn't taste purple. So, like... what is it?" Okay, Hanna, stop being weird. She was hanging out with a couple who was clearly in some stage of foreplay, and she was just.... staying.

The drunken dreaminess in her head blurred her senses from this type of logical reasoning, and without the Pool of Fear in her veins to make things terrifying, Hanna actually felt better than she had felt in a really, really, really long time. "Man, everyone should have more of the purple drink," she said, leaning back on her arms as if she were sunbathing.

Pool of Youth
Pool of Sleep

2/4 pools found!

[ Bradley ]
[ Drinks 1 / 4 ]
[ Effects: Fear ]



So he had to drink from the pools, hmm? Or he'd perish. That sounded like a load of bull to be honest. He should just be able to get out without drinking from the pools. He'd be fine. Hell, he'd carve a path with Yza if he had to. Drinking from pools you know nothing about would be a terrible idea.

Yzalin clearly, clearly thought otherwise. [[ Drink the damn water whelp. ]]

No, why should I? It's a terrible idea that's going to get me killed.

[[ No, not drinking the water is going to get you killed. ]]

And how do you know!? You're a weapon and have been a tablet in a cave for HOW MANY YEARS!?

[[ IT SAYS SO ON THE STONE. ]]

Bradley facepalmed had enough to squish his nose. Ugh that... that was the worst reason to even try to say. If you didn't know you should have just said something! Bradley sighed and rolled his shoulders. Fine he'd drink the damn pools.

He made his way down and into the rooms with the pools. The hunter stopped at the first one he came to and took a drink of it.

A chill ran through him and he glanced at the foliage for a moment. No... there was nothing there. Silly him.

[FEAR]

Hanna allowed herself to be dragged to the red pool by Cami. "Are we doing something fun?" she asked, voice sleepy-drunk and footsteps dragging. Normally, the Death Hunter handled her liquor better than this, but Magic Booze Feeling was clearly on a different level. Squinting down at the red water, Hanna turned to Cami and asked, "So are we... skinny-dipping in blood, or...?" But suddenly Cami was not the young Cami that Hanna was getting to know -- she was... well. She looked mature? And her hair changed?

"Hold still, I think I developed magic powers to change your hair and--" Cami was already moving away, and Hanna let out a faint whining sound. Her nose wrinkled. eyes sliding back to the red water. "I don't want to be old," she said, marching away as if she was marching a picket sign.

The green and purple had already been consumed, which meant that her next favorite color was clearly the next choice. It was a pretty blue, at least. Kneeling, Hanna took a sip from the blue water.

...and immediately regretted it.

Combined with the Pool of Sleep, Hanna was suddenly in a very, very bad place. It was like when she took mushrooms because won't it be fun to hallucinate and then proceeded to have the most terrifying, debilitating trip of her life where she thought manholes covers were gates to hell and that if anyone touched her she would explode and -- oh god, it was happening again.

Slowly, Hanna looked up, eyes wide and crazy. Someone else was drinking from the pool, but when she looked at him, his face was made of swirls and began melting, dripping in chunks down to the ground. "Y-y-y-your f-f-f-face..." she whispered, heart racing. She got the idea that if she was very, very small that she could disappear and be safe.

So Hanna laid down flat on the ground beside the Pool of Fear and covered her face with her hands.

Pool of Youth (18, no face tattoos)
Pool of Sleep
Pool of Fear

3/4 pools found!

((Finn Enter))

He was only there because he was following orders. He followed the orders because he had an inkling that if he didn't, he stood the risk of losing his other eye. Sighing mentally, he followed the others into the tower, and shortly afterwards, found himself in a room that looked to be crawling with other hunters, which was at least somewhat comforting.

What was even more comforting was the fact that they were apparently here to lay a smack down on the horsemen, which Finn would be all too happy to do. Bunch of assholes deserved it, in his opinion, with all the s**t they kept pulling.

Making his way to the pillar with a door set in the middle, he read the words. Really? This sounded like some Harry Potter bullshit, and he was never a big fan of putting mysterious fluids into his mouth.

And by the way some of the people around him were behaving, it seemed like the worst idea in the world.

Testing the door, however, he found it quite locked. Shaking his head, he moved away from it, making his way to a random opening, the first he set his eyes on, before finding a pool of blue water in front of him.

"s**t." He muttered, an obvious amount of hesitation in his steps as he made his way to the edge and stopped. To drink, or not? Could he get out of here without?

Bending down, he dipped his hand into the "water", and lifted it out, staring at it for a long second with his single eye. <******** it." He lifted it up and took a drink.

The result wasn't exactly instantaneous, but it was there. His heart, picking up in pace. That raw sense of panic setting in that started with a slight tightness in the chest and a worrying feeling clawing it's way up his throat.

Shifting back up straight, he backed away from the pool. ******** this.

He turned and jogged back out.

Pools: 1/4

Leslie still wasn't attacking, but he was starting to sound like his old self. In fact, she was starting to feel like her old self, though the paranoia and anxiety was still pulsing through her veins. She kept Thaw summoned, pointed at him defensively as he walked out, but as soon as he disappeared out of sight she sighed in relief and let Thaw fade away. "Christ, I'm safe now." She huffed into her headset, turning hard to walk away. "I'm trying to find the exit-"

She bumped gently into something a lot smaller than herself, and stopped talking to look down at the pile of clothes in front of her. Familiar clothes, but not a familiar little boy. Or was he?

Thank God Otto already had a childlike face, because as a little boy, he wasn't that different looking. Maebe recognized him a moment later, and bit her lip to keep from laughing. After all, he was sobbing like - well...

Like a child.

"Hey." She hummed out, bending down to pull him closer. "Calm down. You're fine. You remember me?"

Jasper was standing over Cami like some kind of protective, mad god but it wasn't enough. Hanna had wandered off somewhere, Otto was...where was Otto?! Where was Maebe? Calling out into the room her voice was that of a mother calling her children in to dinner. "Maebe! Otto! Hanna! Where are you? We have to leave!" A flash of blonde hair moved through the main part of the room causing her head to perk a bit more. "Maebe baby?" Her voice slurred that name into something so painfully sexy that it would perhaps be lucky if it wasn't Maebe.

She was pretty sure it wasn't Otto.

Tugging at the zipper of Jasper's jacket she sighed and slipped it off turning back to the mad man at her back. "Isn't that my shirt?" Proximity to the door, perhaps it was because she'd done what was asked, but the fear was fading. The insane levels of it, anyway. Cami still wanted her people. Wanted to hug them and hold them and save them. But she couldn't walk away from the door or she might be lost.

Again she called out their names into the room.