He knew he had to but taking the first step down into the darkness was one of the hardest things he'd done in his life. He was used to sunshine and brightness and all of that seemed to be gone. Instead he was here walking down into what was the begining of his fate. Down into the creepy room with the really creepy wall to find out what was going to pick him.

As he reached the base of the stairs he was suprised at the quiet. He'd almost expected there to be something more to it than this. He'd expected some sort of ... well he hadn't expected any of this. Shaking his head he made his way across the room toward the wall full of tiles and ...

Yoo-hoo ... Pretty boy…

A frown creased his brow as he turned his head toward what he thought had been a voice. There wasn't anyone else down here though.

Yes you hot stuff. Who do you think I am talking to> myself?

".... what?"

You heard me. Bring your pretty self over here. I want to see more of you

Without really thinking about it he headed toward where he thought he was hearing things from. He -had- to be hearing things. He knew he was alone and torches didn't talk. Something was talking though. "This would be a lot easier if I knew what I was doing." He muttered as he finally took a look at the wall in front of him. He’d almost expected just a giant lump of rock but instead he was staring at thousands, maybe even more, of pictures of weapons. The wall in front of him was littered with swords, guns, pikes, maces, whips, everything you could imagine. Reaching out he pondered what would happen if he touched one.

You're going to come here ... no not over there! jeese are you deaf?

His fingers stopped mid movement, millimeters from touching one of the strange tablets with the image of a pike carved into it. He moved his hand over the tiles, trying to ignore the strange buzzing in his head.

Getting warmer .... warmer ... colder, no not that way... okay warmer again. Keep coming...YES! Now pick me up!

His hand stopped over a tablet and tilting his head so he could see he raised a brow at the rune. He didn't know flails could look like that. "You?"

ME! God are you stupid? You better not be this dumb the whole time. I expect better of you. Sharp as a tack and whatever else that nonsense is

"No, but you're rude..." His hand closed over the tablet and pulled. He was amazed with himself that as he pulled and the tablet turned from a small piece of stone into a rather hefty handle he didn't drop the thing. "Wha...." As he stepped back from the wall he found himself holding onto a bright blue handle and could hear the rather loud cheering of some girls voice in his head.

FREE! Okay hot stuff you're mine now. Gods it was cramped in there. Ever been stuffed in a box? No? Well don't. It sucks

His eyes widened as he looked down at the weapon in his hands, the spiked balls clinking lightly together as his hand shook. ".... that's you? This is you talking to me?" He couldn't believe it was talking to him

No, that's your soul. The bright blinding true form of ... yes it's me. Seriously? Who else did you think was talking to you? your conscious probably isn't nearly as nice sounding as me.

"The room is empty. I could have been hearing things." He swung the flail slightly. "It wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've seen or heard so far." He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he heard laughing.

... haha... okay ... okay i'm better .... stop with the jokes. Can we get out of here? I'm sure there's better things to do than stand around chatting.

“Like what exactly?”

Well you could be walking and talking? Telling me who you are, all that fun stuff? We could be doing things

“… Inoke.” He picked up one of the heads and shook it slightly. He could hear a faint sound almost like he’d shook a bell. That was neat. He wasn't quite sure how that was going to come in handy though.

Yes, I know. I’m pretty there was a faint sound in his head like she was sighing. Don’t get all lost in it and don’t poke your finger in there! I don’t know you that well. First base and all.

He paused, shifting his hand from where he’d been trying to poke at the yellow orb inside the flail head. “Okay then …. Are you going to tell me your name?”

Aviyana …. It’s a pleasure to meet you Inoke. Now please, lets go find something to do. I'm tired of being cooped up in here.