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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 4:04 pm
Darkness. Darkness, and the sensation of falling, drifting downwards, as if slowly sinking to the bottom of a dark pool. Black, and then bursts of flashing lights, shooting stars. Everything was so strange, like a distant memory, where the pieces were just barely out of reach. It couldn't have been a dream, not when the sensations were so real. Everything was just barely out of touch, and no amount of struggling could change the course of where they fell. In the distance, galaxies, and glistening stars. Colors splashed the sky in a way unlike anything on earth. They were each alone, and then--suddenly, the darkness again. And then they opened their eyes. Wherever they were before clung to their minds with the strength of a fast fading dream, but wherever they were before that was vague and muddled. One minute, they had been in Destiny City. Then, somehow, here. Each awakened in a room, alone. Great gray pillars ascended to the roof of the odd location; it seemed almost timeless, but there were no distinct markers to place how old the building was, or who might have constructed it. There were no windows, only ornate symbols and paintings, plastered across the ground, the walls, the ceiling. At one point in time, it must have been beautiful. Now, so much had faded and chipped away, it was impossible to make out anything except faint splashes of color. There were no windows--only a door. Thick walls made it impossible to hear outside, and there was no indication of anyone's energy signature. There were five rooms, with one person each alone to awaken within them. Only one thing separated them--a door. It seemed to be the only way out, but it was not the only odd thing in the room--on each of their fingers, a strange ring with a dull black stone. There was no visible light in the room, and yet it was easy enough to see; there was a strange symbol on the door--and something about it gleamed, like it was calling to them. Quote: Your character has awakened in a strange room alone! They will not recall exactly what they were doing before they got here, but they may recall a strange dream where they felt like they were falling through space, watching a beautiful display of shooting stars before they woke up in the room. They cannot tell that they are not alone, but they will be drawn to examine the door. No matter what they do, they cannot remove their ring! Prompts and instructions will be posted ~every 48 hours; if you have any questions, please direct them to the shop mule! You must participate in this ORP to receive the full magical benefits of your prize from the Halloween 2018 raffle! You may only use the character you signed up with through the mule; if you wish to change which character you are using, please contact us before posting! You will not be able to change after you make your first post! This event will ICly take place over the course of a few hours on the night of November 28th. There is no posting order so you simply need to post whenever you like!
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 4:18 pm
He was in the dark.
It was not exactly a pleasant darkness, but not exactly an unpleasant one, either. Celsus found himself drifting slowly but steadily downwards, though he couldn't quite tell where it was that he was going, or where he was coming from. Just...dark. And then small, spangled stars and bright streaks of color, crossing back and forth over his vision; a tangled web of galaxies, and he wondered - thought - dreamed? - of the cosmos coming to life right in front of him.
He opened his eyes.
There was no one else in the room. Celsus stayed where he was without moving for a few minutes, adjusting to the unfamiliar, unknown surroundings with the sort of sleep hazed uncertainty that stemmed from dragging oneself from a particularly vibrant dream. It took a moment for his mind to connect with the rest of him, another moment for his body to connect to where he was.
He sat up and looked around.
Possibly he was still dreaming, but somehow Celsus didn't think so. He felt a little unsteady as he got to his feet, trying to recall where he'd been before this, but the memories slipped away just as soon as they had come. He could not seem to grasp them, falling through the cracks in his mind like sand through his fingers.
There was a door; he could see it, just out of the corner of his eye, and as he turned towards it, Celsus felt a strange sensation on his hand; an odd heaviness against his skin. Green eyes moved downwards, and caught sight of the ring, innocuous against his pale, freckled skin.
Celsus had never seen it before. He reached out, brushing fingers against the cool, dull surface, then tried to pull it off, to no avail. After a moment, he abandoned the effort and moved instead to the door, his brow furrowed, stretching out the same hand to touch the symbol etched on its grimy, dusty surface fingers barely brushing it.
It felt - he didn't know. Beneath the crumbling pillars that stood all around him, something about the symbol on the door gleamed in a way he couldn't quite explain.
"Hello?" he said, but not loudly; a low, quiet call.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 4:59 pm
Awareness came slowly to the figure in the room. There was something about falling through the darkness with no end in sight that caused one to maybe, just maybe, hold onto the vestiges of sleep just a little while longer. Although it was when one wanted to stay unconscious and dreaming that the brain decided to do quite the opposite. It was with a frustrated groan that had the figure stir into complete wakefulness. How long till awareness settled over the girl's shoulders though was another story. Lacerta was still trying to recount her dream of falling through what could have been space. Was it somehow connected to travelling to her home world? Puzzled now the teen stood and tried to recall what she had been doing before waking in this strange place.
There was a feeling like she should have been able to remember but it felt like where she had been before was slipping away from her mind. Scoffing it took the teen a moment to gather her bearings as she spun in a circle to take in the room that she had woken up in. Strange carvings and chipped mosaics that held faint splashes of color met her gaze. The room had no windows and no source of light but yet Lacerta could see clearly enough. Reaching out to grab a piece of chipped masonry from the ground the teen paused and examined her fingers. Nestled on her left hand was a strange ring. The dull stone wasn't exactly fashionable and the girl was certain that she had never seen the item before. The ring seemed extremely resisting to force to tug it off as she spent a good five minutes trying to extricate her finger that the ring had encircled. Finally she admitted defeat. Had anyone else been in the room with her they would have had an exasperated sigh.
'Okay. Strange room, strange ring, heck even strange dream. What is going on here?'
Wherever here was was uncertain. Wherever she had been before, well that seemed like a lost cause too. Moving cautiously the teen moved closer to the only thing that promised perhaps some answers. It was a sturdy looking door that had a strange symbol carved into it. Was it her imagination or did the symbol seem to be beckoning her to examine it. Almost reverently did her fingers gently caress the design even as she looked for a way to open the door.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 7:00 pm
Tortuga woke to find himself in a strange room. A empty room except for pillars holding the roof up. A space devoid of most color except for where the walls, floor, and ceiling still sported faded patches of some kind of mural or design. No windows and only one door, with no memory of how he got here. He had been doing something, had been going somewhere, but the more he tried to remember the foggier the memory became. He only remembered that one moment he had been in Destiny City and the next woke up here. With a groan the redhead sat up and absently rubbed his back, laying flat on a hard floor wasn't exactly a great place to be taking a nap. Purple eyes swept the area, taking in the chipped and worn designs, the large gray pillars supporting the ceiling, the lack of windows... the lack of others. And the single door. No sound besides his own breathing, no auras he could make out, nothing but him in a cell, a ornate cell but a cell none the less, and a door that had something on it that seemed to gleam slightly. Oh and a ring. A ring on his finger where he didn't have one before, not even his knight ring. A strange ring with a dull black stone that wouldn't come off. It wasn't stuck it just wouldn't come off, it wasn't cutting off circulation like a piece of jewelry that was too tight but it was as if the little trinket was super glued there. Muttering to himself he climbed to his feet and stretched, absently wondering if his homeworld somehow yanked him here since he had been successfully avoiding visiting it since he awoke as a page. Was this Tortuga? It didn't feel like a tropical island but then again he was in some kind of cell so who knew what was behind that door. Speaking of the door... again. The squire slowly approached the only portal in or out of this room and eyed it, in all its sparkling glory. He hesitated to touch it but that didn't mean he didn't want to. He wanted to knock on it, poke at it, and above all he wanted to try to open it. But what if it was some kind of trap... what if this whole place was some kind of trap? No risk, no reward right? Taking a deep breath the tall squire lightly brushed his fingers against the door and when that didn't seem to do anything adverse he pushed on it. Would it open? Or was it locked? What was waiting for him on the other side anyway? The Space Cauldron Rather then flood everyone's notices I'll only quote the mule for now ^.^
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 7:28 pm
There wasn't any light, beyond her eyelids. She knew that much, as her mind slowly came to in a sleep-fogged body. Earth never felt so dark, and Scylla glowed even in her sleep, the walls pulsing a rainbow of lights with the heartbeat of her homeworld. Not to mention-- Scylla was never this uncomfortable, after a nap. There was tightness and soreness in her muscles, an ache in her shoulders and elbows, a crick in her neck. Not the soreness of a good workout, and not quite a bad night's sleep. Just... an offness, that the Transcended senshi couldn't quite explain. She peeled her eyelids up, knowing she probably couldn't see anything- and was shocked that she could, even though there seemed to be no lamps, no lanterns. Nothing but her own tattoos, glowing and pulsing along her skin, and no good excuse for what she could see.
Where was she? She'd been... had she been patrolling? She must have been. That was the only logical explanation, and she'd been trying to be a bit more... social. but where had she been going? Was she... meeting someone? How... She lifted her hand to her face, pushing at the tension on her brow- and paused, feeling something brush against her skin that didn't quite feel right. There, on one of her already ring-decorated hands, was... a ring? Shocking, stunning, sarcasm- but odd, because her other jewelry had been plain gold, or a varying shade of blue, and this was most distinctly something black. She reached out, trying to pull it off- but it wouldn't budge. It didn't feel like she couldn't slide it off her knuckle, and the pulling wasn't bone-painful, it was just... almost like it had been superglued to her skin.
But hey, whoever had kidnapped her had liked it enough to put a ring on it. Ahh- Scylla could almost feel Giulia's booing in her bones.
She was inside, she thought- she couldn't be sure. All there was- gray pillars, an aging, arching, chipping roof. faded murals, and splashes of colors that dredged up a memory, like a dream... faded colors on gray, but vibrant, burning colors in the darkness. She'd fallen through them like Alice, perhaps? But somehow she had wound up here, and it wasn't Wonderland. And there was nothing- no one. Chaos hadn't stolen her away, surely- she'd be in much more than superficial pain, if so. Or chained. Not free to run around. And her Ashen Lilac Crystal was in its setting at her wrist- they would have tried to take that, surely.
Caedus wouldn't have stolen her away like this, and would surely have made sure she didn't come to alone like this. Right? Oh, she was well enough, but this just felt... odd. Scylla gathered her feet under her, with a cracking in her joints, and pushed to her feet. She reached down, collecting her trailing ribbons, and tied them up, to help keep them out of her way. She was used to them by now, but one never knew when having a tail could be a bad thing, in an unfamiliar location. And then she began to walk the walls. There was a symbol on the door, but she started with the right wall, moving clockwise and trying to make out anything, anything at all besides the colors...
But there was nothing, except that calling to go to the door. So at last, after- how long had it been? She had no way to know- she approached the door, pressing her ringed hand to the door and pushing her weight against it. "Hello?" she called out, "Can anyone hear me?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2018 1:12 am
There was always something that tugged at the far corner of his mind. It started back years ago. A vagueness, a sense he couldn't place because whatever it sensed just was. It existed. Like being aware of breathing it was something a part of who he was, and what he was and thinking upon it was disorienting. It was like trying to explain how one knew not to eat a food or go a certain way. Instinct but not entirely. A sense that sensed nothing- yet that nothing was known to be something. Eventually, he figured it out. He was sensing himself. Or rather, his world. The connection that bound him to his home and his very soul. A bond that grew with power and connection and time. Until eventually the sense of it was pervading, overpowering, and much like having skin. So pervasive, it might as well not exist at all. He knew it, like a lover's kiss, a warm embrace, the laughter of an old friend. It was comforting. It was something that crossed across time and space to be. And as he opened his eyes, falling into the dark, he gasped out. This was not the pull of his world. The softness of it's gentle presence and it's dominion over a part of him at once in a harmony and unison. This was other. New. Unknown and strangely- void. He was not garbed in his royal form, the vestiments of a station rooted in his past. He was eternal- standing as he watched stars move and collide and crescendo in the heavens. And then, as he reached out- It all slipped through his fingers. Gone in an instant, like all things in the face of the ever changing tides of time. Stone was what he felt when he knew he woke. Cold- it sucked the heat from him and made him hiss as he opened his eyes. At first, the grey made him thing he was in one of the old temples. The frescoes and tile gone from weathering and time. But as soon as the thought came it was dismissed. This was very much not his home, and not his world. Sucking in his breath he reached for his power and felt it- present, not severed. Yet he remained in his eternal form. If he'd been trapped, becoming a royal might very well draw too much attention to himself, and in such an event where he did not know what was going on, much less where he was, the best course of action was in some ways inaction. Sitting up, then standing, Castor stretched as he inspected his surroundings. Stone- grey. Old worn paintings on chipped walls and floor. Plaster? Pillars seemed to be the support and without windows he could be underground. The symbols were not helpful, nor were any of them indicative of anything he recalled- and he recalled a fair deal of his own past. A lack of light souce should have been alarming given his ability to see, yet see he could. Perhaps a latency of magic here to facilitate it? If so, that was both troublesome and curious. Most worlds had magic fade and vanish after their fall- the lack of a senshi or any other to tend to them hastening their decomposition and inability to remain functional. He knew some worlds had the equal of perpetual motion machines- drawing off the world itself or designed to function without aid from an external source. But if this was magic... Castor frowned. Magic like this, still active, would have had to been worked into this place or, of a great power source or worse still, one that had been maintained longer than a vast number of others. Benign as it was, it was concerning. All magic with no one to control it always was. As he flexed his hand, testing the readiness of his own magic, he became aware of the ring fixed to his fingers. It made him pause, and narrow his eyes in suspicion. That hardly bode well. Rubbing his thumb over the stone he took it for what it was. A ring. Unmovable as he tugged at it. At least it wasn't on his ring finger. That would have been more alarming- yet also comforting as that is exactly the kind of thing he'd rather expect from himself. Snorting back his own self depreciating laugh, Castor looked at the lone means of entry and exit, wondering why it seemed to lack a lock. Perhaps this was no prison but simply an empty space? That did not explain the murals and art that covered the room upon another time however. Whoever, whatever, had called him here had power- that much was certain. Powerful enough to pull him from his home- and place a form of binding on him, harmless in appearance or not. He looked again to the door, anger giving him resolved. It called to him- and he answered back in silence and rage. Cold fury as he stepped from it's light. If whatever it was behind those doors wanted him- it could very well get him- and if they, whoever they were did- he let the magic crackle under his skin, ready, waiting. He would not go quietly into the night.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 8:13 pm
A strange sensation covered each individual, like they compelled to touch the door. It was as if some otherworldly force was driving them to reach their hand up and touch the symbol before them. The second their fingers grazed the cool marble, light erupted from the design carved into the door. Their rings each glowed a strange, white color--for a split second--and then faded to an oily black that seemed oddly pearlescent. A strange symbol illuminated the room but the door did not linger for long enough to properly examine; a low rumbling echoed throughout the room and the door slid away into the wall, exposing a large, open room. All five rooms connected here; it was a high ceiling temple, but unlike the other rooms there were visible windows. They were too high up to reach, but the only thing they could see from them was a beautiful scary sky, and pastel clouds and the occasional shooting star. Wherever they were, it clearly wasn't Earth. Quote: All the rooms have now opened to reveal a center room that connected them; you are suddenly aware of the energy signatures of the other four members of the group. You can see and communicate, but you cannot attack each other; if you try to attack one another, the rings deflect all damage. As long as you are in this magical space, you cannot attack anyone wearing a ring from the set; whether you attempt physical or magical damage, it is as if a magical barrier is around them that absorbs all damage.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 8:42 pm
There was something ominous about how the door slid open at after she had touched the symbol that had seemingly beckoned, even dared her to lay her fingers on it. Taking a deep breath Lacerta was suddenly aware of the fact that she was not the only one here. 'Guess that rules out being summoned to my home world. Not that I would even know the difference.' The teen poked her head out of the room she had woken up in almost cautiously. The auras that had flared into her mind all pointed to those of order but it seemed that everyone was of a higher rank than she was.
Blue eyes took in the fact that this new room had windows, though out of reach of her slight frame. The large room was inviting enough to explore but Lacerta bit her lip in questioning the idea of exploring the new area. Should she wait for the others to emerge? The senshi of bandages settled for standing just outside the door that had finally released her into this larger common area.
Her gaze flicked to the high-level windows and wondered just where it was that she was. It wasn't Earth and it wasn't her homeworld. Was it someone else's home? Lacerta wasn't sure if those that she continued to feel would be receptive to a basic level senshi lingering around. But she was here, and so were they. Maybe it was fate that they were all here at this time. Her voice was quiet as she murmured under her breath, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto."
Her gaze locked on her hand that the ring sat on and she had remembered a flash of light from the door and now the ring seemed to be a more pearlescent sheen, yet still black. What was the meaning of the ring and why was it seemingly stuck on her finger.
Quote: Lacerta's open for interaction. Friendly basic senshi. smile
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 9:31 pm
Oh. Well. Her call filled the air, and her fingers touched that odd symbol in the door, and other things happened all at once. Light flared across her visions, and the black ring on her finger seemed to invert for a moment, shimmering, before it resumed its black, but... it wasn't a dull color anymore, it was... an oil slick. Well, this was all damn weird.
Scylla stepped back as the door opened, and she could suddenly feel other auras around her. The Transcended blinked, focusing- four? None of them.. sharp. So the transcended Eternal stepped out from her room, moving into the next area without hesitation.
There was another girl here already- a senshi, by the look of it, but Scylla didn't know her. Measured steps led Scylla around the room, peering upwards, at the sky, and the rainbow clouds, and the... whatever this temple was, it wasn't one she thought they had learned about in school. "You're right, we are definitely not in Kansas."
It didn't strike her immediately as one of the few places she had been, but perhaps one of the others would be able to shed some extra light? She wasn't the most inter-galactically traveled of the senshi. Still.
She moved to the center of the room, spinning in a slow circle again, trying to take in any details she could- another exit beyond the windows, if they could manage to get that high? Maybe one of the other energy signals belonged to someone tall? The other girl was on the small side, it seemed, not unlike Jada. They could stand on shoulders or something to reach. Or maybe one of the rooms had a door that led somewhere else, or...
Peering at her ring again, Scylla twisted it, squinting. "My name's Scylla, Dorothy." the quick grin was warm. "What's yours?"
The Spacex Cauldron Scylla is open for interaction
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 11:50 pm
As the older senshi approached her and replied to her comment about Kansas Izobel couldn't hold back her grin. It seemed as if the other senshi had a sense of humor. That was good. As the other woman spun slowly in a circle in the center of the room Lacerta easily picked up on the fact that this stranger also was sporting a ring identical to hers. That was definitely curious. Did that mean that everyone here had one? She looked to the other doors that had opened to she assumed were other rooms before shrugging her shoulders. The others would come out when they were ready.
As she was addressed directly Lacerta brought her own ringed hand up for a moment to brush back a lock of titian hair before slowly registering the name that this senshi had given to her. Scylla. Why did that sound familiar? The senshi of bandages thought back to where she'd heard the name before. The answer came to her even as she found herself replying to Scylla's question. "Nice to meet you Scylla. My name's Lacerta."
It had been on a walk with another individual that had brought up Scylla's name as a possible source of information. What were the odds that she'd meet this senshi like this? As much as she wanted questions answered Lacerta knew that right now was probably not the best time. Instead she ventured softly, "do you have any idea where we could be?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 6:46 am
His fingers brushed against the cool surface of the marble and then -
Celsus stumbled back a few steps, eyes wide as the wall disappeared with a grinding, scraping sort of noise. For a few seconds, he wasn't entirely certain what he was seeing, but then, as he cautiously moved forward again, he found he could make out a high ceiling, pale, painted clouds -
- and people.
Two women, in fact, just from first glance. Celsus thought one of them - the dark haired one - looked possibly vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place her. The other was entirely unfamiliar, Celsus's brows drawing together. They both wore the traditional white of Order uniforms, power signatures strong and clear, which at least took away some of the initial wariness.
Still. This seemed too strange and too otherworldly for him to completely lower his guard. Celsus stepped towards the two, his long cape gently brushing against the floor with a soft hiss as he rose a hand in greeting, the gold coins on his uniform jingling a little with the movement.
"Good evening," he said, though he really had no idea what time of day it was. Celsus offered both of them a slightly wry smile.
"Any chance either of you could tell me where the nearest shop is? I rather fancy getting something to eat if we're going to be spirited away into Nowheresland."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 3:33 pm
Sneering and scowling at the door, the senshi of hail wasn't wanting to try and confront whatever, or whoever, was on the other side. He was unnerved. More, he was leery of what was going on. It made little sense for it to be an act of aggression from the dark mirror, and, he knew the 'hospitality' of the negaverse firsthand. But- he also had doubts that it was something involving the so called white moon. Serenity hadn't appeared to him since he'd become eternal- perhaps no longer able to, or because he was not worthy or maybe the whole fact he was never close to her court in the first place- he was simply just the first to gain the level of power needed to properly fight in the war. Who was to say. He contemplated and hemmed and hawed but eventually, he came to a few decent conclusions. One, he was needed alive. To that end, he would be kept until his purpose was served. Two, he was unharmed, and this likely was congruent to the state they, whoever they were, wished to keep him in. Three, there was a power at work and he was wise to question it and it's lack of any identifiable markers. "Very well then." He walked to the door, blue eyes, fixed on the stone. "Let's see what is in store for me." He jumped back at the light, hissing, expecting aggression or impact, when none came, Castor eyeballed the new doorway with ire. Then the voice echoed. It was vague, but familiar. He didn't know it well enough to place it, not until he passed the doorway and looked for the source. "Celsus." The knight of Chronos- and like a still, his eyes scrolled across to find Scylla and another senshi he didn't know present. "Scylla and... company." His lips picked up in a small smile. As he looked up at the ceiling, he wondered the merits of changing and trying to reach them with his wings. A lift from Celsus or Scylla, combined with a kick off the wall and his wings would likely give him enough height, but he was reluctant to risk it for several factors. It was entirely possible whoever brought him did not know he was a royal, and, it was also possible that the windows were keeping them safe and able to breathe. For now- He looked back at the woman he knew best as 'sister' and went to her, looking her up and down over the markings. "I won't tell him, I'll leave it for your surprise." Marlo, Pollux, hadn't said anything, so he assumed it was recent. "We're not in Elysion or Tartarus, that much I can tell. But outside of cosmic forces, I don't know of any power able to summon powered persons at will." Fishing out his phone, he began to look for Sidra, or rather, Cosmos's number. "And frankly, I'm concerned if this is indeed, as real as it feels. Have any of you felt anything beyond one another? I can still feel my world passively-" He looked at Celsus. "Can you still sense your wonder? Chronos?" The concern and trepidation was clear in his voice and expression. He was expecting the worst. The Space Cauldron he's trying to contact cosmos
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 5:40 pm
Tortuga poked at the door a bit more to no effect, it wasn't until he the symbol blazoned on the door that there was any reaction at all. The moment his fingers grazed the cool stone, the design lit up like a Christmas display. It's light illuminated the room but faded rapidly much to Tortuga's relief since he was doing his best to blink the light spots out of his vision. His light blindness didn't last long but it had been bad enough that he missed the mysterious ring flash white before fading to a opalescence black, it never really occurred to him to check it since a low rumbling had the squire back away from the door. Watering purple eyes watched as the stone door slid back into the wall like some science fiction effect, it belonged on StarTrek or something like that. The door opening wasn't the only thing that had him widening his eyes, with the 'freedom' from his cell there also came a flood of information, he could sense four other people here besides himself. Order unless he was mistaken... stronger then him, except one. He could even hear talking, something about Cronus? Not entirely sure what he was going to be walking into the squire slipped into the room as quietly as he could, his gaze taking in everything. From the people he found himself with to the windows high on the walls revealing that they most definitely weren't on earth anymore. There didn't seem to be an exit from this central hub so they were just as trapped as before. At least I'm not alone he silently noted as he took in his companions. Three senshi and a knight; two transcendants, a eternal, and a basic... he was in the middle, at best, of them all. He really only recognized one person and that was Scylla, though she seemed to have transcended since the last time he saw her. Tortuga honestly didn't think she would remember who he was since it was really that one time after Scholomance got into trouble not that it mattered. It seemed like they would all be getting to know each other fairly well now since they were all trapped here. The eternal was taking charge, or at least he was the one that had been talking when Tortuga finally opened his door, the tall redhead was more then willing to let them natter about. He was more interested in figuring a way out of here, so with that thought in mind he drifted towards one of the walls. If his 'cell' door slid into the wall what were the odds there was another such door in this space? A more hidden door? Quote: He's not terribly social sorry >.<' tho he will get better... maybe The Space Cauldron Are there any hidden doors he can find? XD
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2018 8:35 am
"A pleasure, Lacerta," Scylla said easily, and squinted back up at the tall ceilings. The windows that... Yeah, no amount of shoulder-standing could get them up there. But when the younger senshi asked if Scylla knew where they were... The eternal huffed a sigh, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. She had a hope, of course, that an old friend was involved somehow. She wasn't idiot enough to expect it. Saved from answering by another greeting, Scylla turned bright eyes to Celsus. Oh! Fingers waggled to the knight, as she said, "Long time no see. Haven't found the shop, yet, I'm still trying to deal with interplanetary Customs. At least they aren't groping me like the TSA does." Castor appeared not long after, and something unknotted in Scylla's shoulders- a little relief? Maybe. "I haven't made an annoincement of it," she said, and waggled her feet at him. "Came with sensible shoes. The wedding ring is new." She lifted her hand, the black ring glinting. "I agree, it doesn't feel like Elysion or Tartaros. Or the Surroundings, though Celsus might be better equipped to tell us if there was an unexpected surprise." She inhaled, sighed. "I hoped it was Caedus, but I don't imagine he wouldn't be here to greet us." Scylla was still there, her world's presence glowing inside her, and Jada shook her dark head. "I don't feel sick, like when I was cut off from my world before. I haven't felt any signatures, though... There is something in the light. Shapes. Symbols I can't read- I get a glimpse but they are gone too fast." The last of them was ignoring them, poking at the wall, looking for a door- smart boy- and then she recognized them. " Tortuga!" She called to him, trying for his attention- if only briefly. "Have you felt any energy other than us?" Scylla pulled out her cell phone, and tried to send a text to Kallichore- 'Auntie C' could be excellent backup, to help with Giulia and Aidan in case she and Elzo were trapped here more than... A few hours. But she had no idea if the text would even go through. Spatial Awareness got me a bit lost, SOS, can u or Z each out to G&A in am if I don't text back pls. Vague, but the simple need was clear and Christa would figure out the rest. "Those are mighty tall windows. I can jump a few stories, but I'm not sure I can get there. I can try to use my magic to give someone a boost, but the issue would be getting back down." Or waiting for them to stop screaming from tentacles grabbing them. Or both.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2018 2:13 pm
Well it now looked like she had names for at least three of the other four individuals that were trapped like she was. Lacerta was committing the names to memory in case she needed them later. There was now Scylla, Celsus and Tortuga. The other individual seemed to know Scylla and Celsus but the basic senshi had not picked up on his name yet. It was beginning to dawn on Lacerta that she was the weakest one here. Did that put her at a disadvantage? Would she become a scapegoat?
Shaking herself out of such thoughts Lacerta had tried to follow in on the conversation between the others. Her gaze traveled to the windows again and while she wasn't afraid of heights it would be quite a feat to get up there and then probably dangerous to get down. Watching Tortuga prowl and poke around distracted Lacerta only briefly. She was sorely tempted to join him in poking around.
But there was a growing need to prove herself to the company she found herself in. It would also help to ease the questions that were cropping up in her mind. Questions that she wanted answers for. Looking at Scylla once more Lacerta paused. How could her magic help? Should she volunteer and find out?
"I think, if it becomes necessary, that I could volunteer to check the windows."
Lacerta remained quiet after that and pulled out her senshi phone. She thought of what she had learned about the device and wondered if this place shielded the abilities the phone had. Especially the ability to have the phone take the user to their home world. Would it even work? Even after volunteering to check the windows Lacerta was sorely tempted to test the phone's magic. This waking up in a strange location and being trapped was starting to wig Izobel out.
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