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@koshka ur fine! I’m at a game night thing
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@emilysf @elishavet-pidyon @godlyfantasy12
I shall keep it then! =)
Ooooooooo…I like that scene.
You asked for a long one?
Zlatan
“Down means we’re closer to the exit, right?” There was a faint desperate gleam in Novembré’s eyes.
A very different gleam shone in his brother’s. “Ah, let’s hope so. Of course, it could mean Ve-”
“It should.” Zlatan cut him off, smiling at the lad.
“Then WHAT are we waiting for?” Lyn bounded to the stair. “LET’S GO!”
Zlatan flinched, thinking of all the guards which would have heard that.
The stair was darker than the corridor above, all light coming from the passageway, but as the troop passed down it diminished leaving them with only shadows as guides.
“Hold.” He felt his whisper to be too loud. “Find ze hand of ze person next to you. Got it? Good. Now place your other hand against ze vall. Ready?”
Vulkasin snickered. “‘ere I am, holding ze hand of my leelte old brot’er. Have to reach pretty far up don’t Ve?”
“V’ant me to push you?”
“Actually, I’m fine.”
Zlatan smiled in the dark.
Ten more steps into the dark and-
“AGH!” A cried out, then croaked, “Sorry.”
Ara was laughing.
“It’s alright, Novembré.”
A few more steps. Another minute blind.
Was this real or a memory?
Not much longer. Please.
Can’t take more of this.
Someone higher on the stair started to whimper.
An officer never shows himself afraid or weak before his men.
Zlatan ground his teeth together.
An officer must awake their courage and remind them of their strength.
“We’re getting close.” His voice was calm, assured. “Only a little farther.”
He hoped.
Vulkasin
This was becoming obnoxious. All the halls and passages had sconces eventually. But is a stair where one might wish to see, just perhaps? Oh no, not one lit torch.
He bashed his head against something. Again.
This was more than obnoxious.
A moment later he heard a muffled exclamation from behind him. Sofia.
“Vell, Ve can tell Papa Ve found a new method of defense.”
“Vat?”
“Darken all ze stairs. Any tall among zem vill bash zeir- Ah!”
He had seemingly stumbled into a wall.
“Who put zees here, ze headless snipe!?”
He rubbled his forehead and tried to move on.
“Ach! A door lental! V’y could anyv’one put one right in ze middle of a passage!?”
“Because,” Zlatan’s voice was obviously amused, “Ve reached ze bottom.”
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Sofia
The group was talking about the building in terms she didn’t understand. She couldn’t describe quite like what the building was, to herself. It was like the Kaula, but the stones were rough and not smoothed for the walls. And there seemed to be no order to the halls, and too many rooms of various shapes and sizes, and she’d even passed stairs, like there were in wooden houses. How stairs could be constructed in a stone building she didn’t understand.
But she was content to sit and enjoy their friendliness from a distance.
When they began discussing paths out of the ‘castle’, she remained silent. She had not the head for these things, nor the memory, and the entire place was foreign to her. She’d be contented to follow, for now. After seeing more, she would add what she could.
Once the others had picked a direction, Arabella and November helped her up, not that she needed them, but if they wanted to do something good, she wasn’t going to tell them no. Children should be encouraged in peaceful and helpful activities; let them learn hostility when they were older, she believed.
She murmured her thanks, again, and Arabella blushed.
“It was nothing. Really.”
“She’d do it for anyone.” November said with a smile. Arabella seemed to believe differently.
They set off, the men leading and the children following. Sofia found her attention drawn by Jocelyn and Nyx, her fox; particularly so because Jocelyn began chattering to her, about this and that thing. She wished she could understand it all to engage the girl more deeply. Oh, for Cassie’s help, she thought, smiling at the memories of her cousin’s expert socialization skills.
Jocelyn was distracted by Nyx for the moment, so Sofia took the time to observe the others. Arabella and November moved along together, in quiet companionship, seeming to simply enjoy the other’s presence. The brothers–Zlatan and Volkasin (she stumbled over the names, struggling to remember them)–kept to the front of the group, leading the way and making the decisions. Sofia wondered who they were.
Everyone had a story; she’d learned that from Morna and Subherio. Some were more interesting, but everyone had one.
Everyone stopped as they reached stairs that… curved an a seemingly impossible way, yet there they were, so they must be possible. How are they built? Sofia wondered, missing most of the conversation the group held. She refocused, slightly envious of the attachment the others had to each other, and here she was on the outside. Is this how Morna feels? she wondered at the sudden realization.
“Then WHAT are we waiting for?” Lyn cried, bounding to the stair. “LET’S GO!”
They moved into the darkness, and Sofia followed, suddenly afraid. She hadn’t decided whether she trusted something so… unnatural, and now she had to follow if she didn’t want to be left behind! All light disappeared, and the others’ voices echoed oddly in the confines. They whispered, making it hard to understand their words, then a hand slipped into hers. Sofia tensed and uttered a low cry, releasing it for a second, but an encouraging murmur assured her that it belonged to someone.
She flushed, and thanked Ayana that no one could see her this way.
Her head collided with something hard and she released a quick expletive.
“Ah!” one of the brothers cried out.
“Who put zees here, ze headless snipe!?”
“Ach! A door lental! V’y could anyv’one put one right in ze middle of a passage!?”
“Because,” the man (she couldn’t identify which one it was)–his voice was obviously amused, “Ve reached ze bottom.”
“The bottom? Thank Ayana! I hate this darkness,” Sofia whispered to herself, shivering. “Can you open the door?” she called.
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Arabella
If his hands were free, she was sure November would’ve nearly ripped his scalp to pieces at this point.
There was no light. Only pitch black nothingness. Enough to get lost in. Enough to drown out anything and everything. The only thing keeping her steady, keeping sane was the warm hands she held.
She knew, before entering the darknes, she’d gripped November’s hand, refusing to let him enter alone.
And….she too needed him. His warmth fueled her, sterling away the darkness, if only a bit. Still, it was suffocating her, and she found it hard to walk forward.
Thankfully, the other hand she held, Jocelyn’s, she was sure, was pulling her along, keeping her moving.
Her mind played with horrid thoughts. Nightmares she’d struggled with for years now. Images she wished she’d never seen.
She wanted to scream. Wanted to cry out. Thankfully, A sudden yell from November drew her from her own thoughts, tho it also seemed to make everyone pause.
”AGH!” His hand tightened around hers. “Sorry…”
Ara let a laugh escape her lips. It felt nice amidst the suffocating blackness. November had no idea that his jumpy ways might have saved her from insanity.
“It’s alright November.” She squeezed his hand back.
The brothers were talking to each other, and Ara could hear Vulkasin grumbling as he kept banging into stuff. She winced, knowing it must’ve been quite uncomfortable being that tall.
Sofia yelped as, she too, clattered into something, making them shuffle for a moment, since they were all holding hands.
”Nyx, you see anything?” Lyn whispered.
Ah, right! Nyx could see a bit better in the dark then they could. Still, his answer was anything but hopefully.
”Just more stairs…”
Thankfully, the group eventually made it to the end, but not without Vulkasin pounding into one last thing.
“Ach! A door lental! V’y could anyv’one put one right in ze middle of a passage!?”
“Because,” Zlatan’s voice was obviously amused, “Ve reached ze bottom.”
Ara gasped, happy to see a bit of moonlight peek out.
The group released hands as they bounded down the stairs-except Ara and November. She gripped his hand, smiling at Zlatan and Vulkasin.
”I thought we’d never get out of there,” November admitted. His face was ashen white and his hair was tousled. He looked haggard. The trip had obviously been just as unpleasant for him as it had been for Ara. She squeezed his hand.
NovemberHe glanced down. He hadn’t realized she was still holding his hand. His stomach flipped and he resisted the urge to pull it away. Ara was smiling sweetly, her face also a bit pale. His ears burned and he tried to focus on something-anything else, but he couldn’t ignore her attempt to comfort him, could he?
And he could use some comfort.
That walk through darkness had been….
Well. Unpleasant was an understatement. It brought back memories of the tall, over-powering man he’d once called his father.
Brought back the memories of being locked away in that room….betrayed. Broken. Bruised.
Worthless.
He glanced again at Ara’s hand holding his, the contact making him blush all the harder. But as he looked at her wrist, he found his mouth open wide.
“A-Ara.” His hand gently slipped from hers. Her expression changed to concern.
“What?”
”Your…” he pointed. She looked down and her eyes widened. The pieces of her tattoo-like scar that peeked out from her sleeve was glowing a bright purple. She grimaced and held her other hand over her wrist, trying to stop it.
She tugged at her sleeve as November stared. It didn’t seem like any pain or visions were going to follow, thankfully.
They both looked over and found everyone staring, which made November turn red all over again, and Ara pale. She straightened and sighed.
”Well…Hopefully the exit’s nearby…right?” She asked Zlatan.
Jocelyn walked over to her and whispered, “Are you gonna have a vision?”
”Let’s hope not…” Ara frowned.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@e-m-trepke Here’s the next part.
Feather and Rinzler
“Are we not at one of the emperor’s estates?” the man asked.
“That’s nonsense.” said Rinzler. “We haven’t seen any troops around here. No starships either. Nowhere are there any Imperial symbols, nor is everything gray and boring. My friend here? Her husband’s ex-Empire. She knows what an Imperial outpost looks like, and this ain’t it.”
The man looked around, then turned back to them with a confused look on his face. “This isn’t right. Who are you? Where am I?”
Feather decided she could introduce herself. If the man tried anything funny, she could always stun him with her weapon. “I’m Feather, and that’s–”
“None of your business.” Rinzler snapped, his hands tightening their grip on his discs.
“I don’t know where we are either. We were supposed to meet a friend of mine at the Sanctuary, which looks something like this place but different. We must’ve gotten…lost.” Feather told him. She looked around and spotted a door. “Rinzler, can you get that open?”
@anyone else If one of your characters happens to be walking through a corridor, you could continue the scene from their perspective.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Hesh
He lifted his head. What in the world were they talking about? Starships? He had heard of ships and stars, but not starships.
The woman introduced herself and began to introduce the man, but he cut her off. The man was obviously distrustful.
He set his mouth with purpose. Clearly, neither him nor the two in front of him knew where they were. They may think they knew, but he could see the doubt in their eyes.
He followed the woman’s—Feather’s—eyes to a shy-looking door, barely noticeable. This castle was definitely not normal. “Rinzler,” Feather nodded toward the door. “Can you get that open?”Hesh straightened and walked to the door. “Well,” he said. “If this castle is not of my world and not of yours, then we need to find out whose it is.” He opened it. Rinzler grit his teeth. What dangers would this castle hold?
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The DoctorRinzler slashed the door in two with one of his discs. He lowered his voice. “I don’t trust him, Feather. Not at all.”
“I don’t either.” Feather eyed the hallway as she stepped in. “But he’s the only other person we’ve seen here. We need to work together, at least for now.” She turned to the man, still behind them. “I told you my name. Will you tell me yours?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
hey Koshka, Emilysf do y’all wanna have our charries meat rinzlee and them thru this door? Then they will have found the exit (cuz Rinzler and them are outside near the guardhouse I believe but maybe not…lol)
Or will that get too confusing having so many charries around???
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@everyone I mean idk Rinzler that well but he kinda seems like the type where, even if he finds the group he’d set off by himself 🤣
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 Rinzler is definitely that type, actually….
Feather’s the more we-stick-together sort.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h @e-m-trepke also when y’all RP would y’all mind putting ur Viewpoint characters name like this?
Rinzler
Or
Hesh
so we know who it is thinking aloud and feeling the emotions, kinda like if u have multiple POVs in a book sometimes the author lets u know who it is speaking. (And that way we know ur RPing and not just commenting) 😊
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebI’m not sure how sci-fi will work with my 10th century charies. If they do meet I think it should be after the kitchens.
But I’ll roll with whatever.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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Ok, we’ll have them all meet after the kitchens ok. Maybe later. For now they can hang with Hesh 😂
Koshka u wanna make the next scene? I made the last one. Or Emily?
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#ProtectSebI can.
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