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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:45:44 GMT -6
Maybe you got lost in the storm, maybe you're awful with directions either way, maybe you were actively looking for trouble - whatever your reason, you've found yourself in front of an ominous, looming mansion. It seems worn down and of very dated architecture, like a relic from the past that was just decent enough to avoid destruction. In stark contrast to the mansion's foreboding presence, colorful flowers were planted all along the pathway leading to the mansion - though, admittedly, in the storm they looked washed-out. The unnecessarily large, intricately-designed wooden doors were just open enough to be noticeable from the equally-open gates. Well? What are you waiting for? Are you just gonna sit around here waiting for the ghosts to bring out treasure FOR you?
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:46:15 GMT -6
[Unused Area]
A blob of shadows, nearly imperceptible in the gloom of the stormy night, darted through the threshold of the gates with surprising speed. Shortly after, the mass would be trailed by a hulking figure clad in purple robes, tugging another, much smaller purple-robed figure along behind. Only upon reaching a window would the blob materialize into a recognizable form - that of one head Procurator, Julias Nightshade.
"Always left this one unlocked. With any luck, things around here still never change."
With a quick flourish of daggers, Julias popped the window open and slid the pane upwards, nimbly swooceing climbing in through the window before offering a hand out to pull the others in.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:46:37 GMT -6
Not far behind, but certainly not close enough to see exactly where the shadowy mass and its companions were headed, a hooded girl followed along. She had no particular rhyme or reason for why she did, aside from the fact that she was cold, wet, and hopelessly lost in the rain. She had hoped they may lead her to somewhere to wait out the storm, but could never seem to catch up to them to ask. She sighed to herself as she continued following in the direction of where she thought they went, eventually finding herself at the gates of an old mansion. [Main Entrance]She took a long, hard look at the place, wondering if potentially breaking into a stranger’s home was worth it to get out of the storm. After a moment, she shrugged, sighed, and cautiously made her way through the front gate. As she approached the entryway, she couldn’t help but note how similar the place looked to the childhood home of an old friend of hers. The similarity certainly wasn’t a pleasant thing for her. Regardless, she knocked twice on the front door, and when nobody answered, opened the door herself, hoping the place was as abandoned as it looked.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:46:54 GMT -6
|||[Main Room]The group would find themselves in what looked like a living room. Was that normally what the entrances of mansions looked like? Honestly not that large, carpeted, full of couches and chairs, nice coffee tables, a pretty impressive TV... everything looked well-kept, too. It was neat, but lived in. There was a warmth about the room even though it was pitch black (save for a few less-than-comforting lightning flashes). There was a large hallway ahead, one that branched off into several different rooms and presumably even more hallways. It was a mansion, after all. It looked like a great place to explore! Especially because the door just slammed behind you and you can't get it open again. Wow, does that darkness feel thick or what? It almost feels like it's alive, breathing on your neck and slinking around your ankles. Was that a girlish giggle from somewhere down the hall? And a low laugh? Oh dear. Maybe it's not a big deal, though! You're somewhere dry with a TV, some magazines, probably a kitchen somewhere with some food, wow you've really broken into someone's blatantly haunted house here haven't you |||[Unused Area]The smaller purple-robed figure swooced right in accepted Julias' help, stumbling a little as he entered the window. His visage flickered gently as he regained his bearings, gently grasping the edges of his hood in thought. "T҉h̡a͠n͡k͡ you.҉" Dicro spoke up after a few more moments of silence. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on something that wasn't there. "I'm҉ ̸s̛o͠r̴ry̴ fór pasşiǹg ou̷t͡ ba̷c̢k͡ t҉her̴e͡." he apologized as though it was entirely his fault that he fell unconscious during a high-stress life-threatening situation in a world that could barely comprehend his existence. "I'm͟..͜.̕ ̷surpri̷se͠d̡ I̸ ͜w͜o͡k̷e ̸up at҉ ̧all̕.̨ I̷ ̕n͢ev҉er t̡hou̴g̴h̴t I̛ wo͞u̕ld ̕h͜ave ͡las͞ted̢ t͘h̨is̶ long̛, so..."̡As he trailed off he froze in place, staring expectantly and somewhat curiously at Julias when he abruptly returned to life several seconds later.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:46:57 GMT -6
[Unused Section]
"No need to keep taxing yourself, all things considered. This is a good place to lie low while we figure out how to get Dicro here... well, maybe not here specifically, considering that Umbra and the others may be back at any time, but the unused portions were always just that. There's enough lingering traces of Ignis' power to allow me to disguise our presence."
Julias took a somber look around the room - his own former room, if the floorplan hadn't changed since he last visited - before sliding over towards the door to check the hallway. Nerajj would remain next to Dicro, glowing eyes darting between the extra-Entirety entity and the now-closed window.
"Once we're safe, that's when we worry about everything else."
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:47:33 GMT -6
|||[Unused Area]|||♠ For a few moments, a faint buzzing noise emanated from Dicro. Again he squinted, trying to focus on something beyond his realm of understanding. That people cared about his safety to some extent... maybe it was to their benefit in the end, but it was something he hadn't experienced either way for as long as he could remember. At the sound of Ignis' name he cringed on a metaphysical level, vanishing for half of a second before it dawned upon him what name had been spoken just before. Umbra? The others? Back at any time? Nerajj's words barely registered. Dicro's eyes were as wide as they could be, cycling through a thousand different irises. "Th҉ey͟'r͠e... t̀he͠y'̴re҉ a͏l͢ive̵ ̕he͘r̕e?͝"͢ he... well, the action couldn't be described in words. It had been vocalized at a reasonable volume, but the emotion, the tone - they couldn't have been real. "͜U̸̵͡m҉̢bra ̷a̛nḑ̕͝ ҉t͡h̨̡͝é͠ ̵̵oth̡́͢e̵r̀̕s͝.͡..͠ e̵͜͝v͟e͟r̡҉y͞͏͞o̢ne̵͏,̷͟ a̡͘͞l͟l͟ ̸̀͠o̢͠f̸̧ ̀͜t̷͘͝h̵e̕͘ ҉͢͞T͢e̴s̵t̀͞e҉̷d͞, ̶̴̵ţh̡͏e̸͞ý'͠r̵̵҉e ̸a҉li̴v͡e̵ ̨her̷͘e̢͢?̴̸͞!̶"̵ he asked frantically, jumping from his location to one where he grabbed Nerajj as though Dicro doubted his existence. "̵̕͟͠O̡͏̶͜p̡̧i̶̕ǹ̛͞e̷̛̕͏,̷̛ ̢̡͜s̴̨͝h̢̧̛è̕҉̢͜ ̛͘͝҉͡d́͘͢͜͢i̷̷͜͢͏d͜n͘͜͡'̷͜ţ̸̢̕.̨́͢҉.̵̷̢̛̀.̀?̴̶͞ ̸̵͡I̵'́͜͡m̕͢ ͘͠ņ͟͢͠ǫ̡̧͢͞t҉̵ ͡t̴́̕͜͢h҉͠͡͞҉e̴͝ ͜͞o̶̡҉͘n̴̢͞l҉̷́͜ỳ̡͡.̷̡̛̛͟.̴̸̨͠͝.̷́̀҉ ̴͢t̢̨͞͠h̷̶̶͡è̷҉̢y͏͏͞'̵̧͝r̵̴è̷̶̛̕ ̨͢͢͝͡à̸l̵̛̀́l̶̡̀͝͞.̴̸̨́͠.̸̨͢͡.̡̀"̵҉̢He jumped back again, hands on his temples, very vivid in color and stature as he struggled to find a sentence that wouldn't leave him.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:47:59 GMT -6
Not wanting to risk hanging around in a more frequently-used portion of the mansion for very long, Julias beckoned for both Dicro and Nerajj to follow him out into the hall. The momentary slip after hearing Ignis' name didn't get past either of the brothers, though it looked like they were saving some of the questioning for later.
"Why wouldn't they be? Unless, that is, wherever it is you came from has even more of a story than I was expecting... but in any case, we need to keep moving. I'm picking up a mix of both familiar and unfamiliar energy signatures around here, and not all of them are exactly amicable."
Provided the hallway was clear - of people and suspiciously-thick shadows - Julias would move out and head on deeper into the mansion, hurried pace quite obviously betraying his sense of nervousness.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:48:11 GMT -6
[Main Room]Irritated, soaked, and uncomfortable, Solana was content waiting out the storm within the surprisingly homey confines of the mansion, as unsettling as the atmosphere felt. She’d gladly apologize to the owner later, if circumstances led them to cross paths, but given the current state of affairs, she had little choice but to trespass. For the moment, she made her way away from the foyer and towards the [Hallway]. Raising her hand in front of her, she produced a candle-like flame from her fingertip to light the way, hoping that her use of magic wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention from whoever – or whatever – was producing that laughter…
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:48:28 GMT -6
|||[Unused Area]|||♠ Dicro nodded and followed along in spite of the shocked expression on his face, flickering very briefly back to the doorway every few seconds. "̀O͠͏̶p̡̀͝i͠ń́͘e͝.̢҉.҉.̶ ҉̛͝s̶h͘͟͢e̷͠ ̵͟͡e̷ra̶sè͞d̵̸ ͡e̴̕v̢̛ȩ́r͠y̴o͢n̸͞e̡,̷͘͢ ̀͡d̴̛i͞dn̷͡'̨͝t̛͢ ̨͡s͟͠h͞͏e?̢"̀ he asked as if suddenly doubting the entirety of his life. "̷̸̛͢S͏́h̛̕̕ę̸̸͞ ̛͏͏̵̢g͏҉̴͜͡ơ͜͜͝t͘͠ ̴̀̀͠͝u̶̢ṕ̸̸̀͟ś̵͡ȩ̧̡̀̕t̡͘̕͘ ̶̧̨̀ẁ̴̨͘h͏̵͘҉̕e̢ń̸̷̛ ̷̶҉͏█̕͜͢█̴̶̧̡͢█̷̧█̕͢█҉́͏͜█̴̀͘͢█̴̸̨̛█̨͏̴҉̧█̷͝͞█̶̨͜͜͝█̀͏̧█̸█̛█̶̀͢█͟͏́͏█͏̷͜͡͝█̨͘͜͝█̀͢͟͠█̶̨̀͠█̢̀̀̕͝█͟͡█̸̧█̴̸̷͟͝█͟҉̶█̴̢̛̕█͝͞ ̸҉̴a͏̶́n̢͞d̷̨ ̴̴̧́͞s̷͝͏̨͘h̡̨͟͞͠ę̕̕ ͡█̢̧͢█̵̛͘͡͝█͢█̧̨̀͠͏█̢̨̕͡█̸̨́█҉͏█̨̡̕█̡͠█̸█̨͝█̡̧͟█̶̡̧҉█̷̸͟͜█҉͞͞█̸̢́█̸̨̧҉█̧̛͠ ̛͏҉á̶̧͞͠ń͝d́͏͜͜ ̡̀͜͠I̶̷̧̧ ̶̧̢͜͜w̧̛̛҉̷a̢͝͞s͡͞ ̕͜͞͡█̴̡͢͜͝█̶̢̕͢█̧̛̀█͝█̷̡͘͡█͜͜█̢͘͡͡█̵̨͡͏█̵͞͏̨█̷̵̨█́̀͞͝█̛̕█͡҉͜█̸̵͞█̧̧ ̶a̴̧͡͠n̴̷̨̕҉d͠҉̧͢"̵His voice became violently distorted and his body shook unnaturally, becoming completely incoherent. He was voluntarily silent for a few seconds before he seemed to settle down again, almost as if he had become aware of his glitchy nature and learned to control it for a fleeting moment. ".͡.́.A̢n͟d̨ I̡ ́gu҉e̸s̴s̸ ͘t͜hat͠'s͢ wh͢a̸t ͝re̕a҉ll͘y se͢t h҉i̡m̸ ͢o͏f҉f͝. ͞W͠hat st̸ar̷te͏d̕ e̡vęry̡t͏h͟in͏g͝, ̶I͟ meań. ̢An̛d͠ ̷if͟ ͘t͘h͘a҉t͢ ̡h̨a̧sn't ̀h̢a͠pp̵ened..." he continued, hope and fear overlapping in two distinct voices. |||[Main Room]||| The laughter grew a little louder, but otherwise nothing in particular happened in the main room but I felt the need to make a section for it anyway??? |||[Hallway]||| In contrast, the further into the mansion Solana went, the quieter the voices became. The doors on the walls got harder and harder to find, and eventually they faded from view entirely despite her light. Even if she were to turn around, nothing would change - the darkness had become thoroughly unnatural, to say the least. "My, my, what have we here?" a feminine voice spoke in her ear. "An unfamiliar face? What a treat!"
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Post by Tayl on Aug 25, 2015 19:48:30 GMT -6
Once they were a satisfyingly significant distance away from the commotion further towards the used mansion portion, Julias led the trio into one of the rooms, and assuming that there were no horrors to be found inside, locked the door behind them.
"Opine has merely made a game of resetting the Competition and wiping memories. I am to assume that wherever it is that you're actually from, she did something differently?"
The tone of Julias' voice was relatively calm, all things considered, but it wouldn't be all too difficult to pick out traces of apprehension.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 26, 2015 16:31:53 GMT -6
|| - Unused Area - ||♠ and then there were horrors everywhere and they all died. rip in peaceAfter warily glancing around the room, the movement of his head jerky as though it was missing a few frames, Dicro shook his head. "N̷o͞, ̡tha̷t's̀..͜. that'͝s͘ w̴hat̛ ̵s̕he͡ ̢d͡i̡d t͞o͝o,͡ bu̵t́..̧.͝" he answered, tugging at the ends of his sleeves and curling the fabric into his fists, "̀Áf̵te͡r̛ ͟t̵h̕e͘ f͟irs̢t̵ ͝Com̴petit̸i͏on̛ th̨e͜ t̢w̶o̶ of ̢yo̕u w̧ere involv̢e̛d̸ ҉in...͏ ͝s̢h͡e͡ ͟g͢òt͏ a̴ņgry̛ ̛én͞o̧ưgh̢ ̴to ̷e̷rase ̴every͟t҉hi̴n͝g.́ T͠he҉ ̸T̛es͝t R͟e͟áli͝t͡y͟,̀ al̕l̢ ͘o͜f͘ ̡t̷he̶ T̴ès̴t҉e͡d͠, ̕even̛ the pe̵ople͜ ̀w͟ho w̷erȩ pa͟rt͏i͏c̡ip̵a͞t͜i̕ng̨ ͢b͢ut w̴eren'̵t͜ ͜Tes͜t͟ed́.̛.̧.̷"͠He closed his eyes, hands snaking up his arms until he was hugging himself. "I wa̸s҉ ̧so̷ c͜onn͞ect͡e͜d to̸ s̷o͘ ͢man̴y͏ ͡so̢uls̨ a̷ţ t̵ḩat ̧po̵in̕t, ͟béc̕aus̨e͏.͝.̴.̴ ͜I ͏ẁa͞s̷ ̨c͘o͝n̨ǹec͝ted͝ ̕t҉o̴ so ̀man̡y s͡ub́c͠o͝n̴s̢ci̴òuses, ͟so ̴I ͜m̴a̢n̶ag̛ed tơ ̡st̛ay͡ ͘a̸li͡v͟e͡, s̨omeh͞o̸w͟.̷.̢.̴ án͘d ͞f̛o͟r̡ ͏a͝ ẃh̛ile̡, Fr͠a҉ý c̛ou͢l͟d hol͞d on t̡oo̢,͡ b̨̛u̧͜͜ţ̶͞ ̵̨͠e̴v̧͝ȩ̸n̴t͡ùa͞ll͜y s̷h͘͠e̵.́.̴̧.̴ s̸h̨͜͟e͡ cò͢uld͏͟ņ͏'̧̡̛ţ͟͞..́͝. ́͞I͢ ̧cò̸͜u̸̢͡l͜dń̷̶'t.͝.͟.͘"Dicro flickered between his normal visage and the version of Dicro the two were more familiar with before eventually settling back on the former. Specks of garbled nonsense formed on his face, resembling beads of sweat. "A̶͜͞nd ̴͝s̶̶o ̷́h̶̕͠e͡ ͏a҉nd̶ ͘͞I.͘.̨͜."͡͏ he struggled to continue, opening his eyes but avoiding making contact with either of the two brothers, "̨̀͢W̴҉̶̸ę́̕͢ ́̕͟͜͞ẃ̵͏̛͜e̡̛r͢ȩ̴͢͜ ̨̕͜a͟͏̀b̷̧̨͞l͢͝҉̡e̡̛͘͟ ̢̧̛͟͡t̨́͟͏o̴͢͝҉̴.̢̛͠.̀̀̕͡.̴̶̴̕͝█̵█͡͏̛█̡█̢̀́͠█̡͞█̵͘█̶͞͠a͏̴̢n̴̨̛̕͟d͟҉͏҉ ̸̸̨͘͟s̸̵̕ò̴͘͜█̷͝҉█̴̡̧̀█̷̀҉͢█̴̵͘͜͠█̷͝ ̢͠͡͠b̴̶̛ù͟͜t̷̨̀͘͟█̡̛́̕͠█̸̧̧͡█̴̷█̀̕͡͠█̷̀͞͠҉█̢҉█҉͟█̢͟҉̸ ҉҉̵̷̢c̸̸͝͏̵o̸͝͏̧u̧͟͝͞ĺ̡͢͢͡d҉́n͏̶̸'̴͢ţ̸̛͘͘ ͢͞b̶͘͟͏̡r̛͠į̧́́͝n̢͞g̴҉͟█͏̡͏̢█̶̷̶̛҉█̛͜█̢̧҉͏█̴̧҉̀͝█̷̕͜͟█̛█͏̢͞█̸̕͟͏█̷́͜█͏█̷̀̀͠ ̢̡̀͘j̸͢͟͝҉ứ̕͟ś͜͞t̸ ̴͢m̸̢a̴̕͢҉d̛e͏̴́͝ ̡̕͟͠h͞͝i̕̕͞͡҉m͡͞ ̢̧ą̸͜͏n̷͘g̛͞ŕ̸͞i͘é҉͞r͏̸̴̷͢█̸̴█̡͏̸█̛͠█̸͘͢█͟͡͡͠█̶̵̢█̀͟͢█̶̨█̀͝͠█͘͟█̧̡̕█̴̕̕͟͞█͏̛͜█͡█̛̀͟͏█̨͟͠͠j̷̸̀͞u͏҉̢s̡͝t҉̶͢͞ ̴̛̛͢͝ẃ̀ą̷͘͟͟n͜͡t͞e͘͜͢͡d͟͢͝͡ ̛͠͝͠ţ͠͝o̢͠҉͢█͘͢͏█̵͢█̶͜͡█̧̛̕͜█̢̕͝b̡͢҉̸u̴͘t̵̨ ̨̢̀͢͡I̶█̷̕͞"͏͏͟͝Just as his voice became completely incomprehensible as noise, much less speech, he stopped himself. He took two deep breaths, shaking with each inhale and shuddering with each exhale. He stayed silent for a few seconds afterward, looking deeply ashamed. "̷I'm ̛s͟or̴r̴y̷,҉ I'͟ḿ...̵ I'̴m͞ şpèaķin҉g t̶o̢o͏ ̢faşt͘ ́a͏g͝ai̕n͏ ͠àr͡en't҉ I,͏" he apologized quickly, gripping the sides of his hood and wishing it would swallow him whole. ̸".̀..̕I̕f͡ ̸yo͘u̴ ̸dǫn͡'t m̷i͟nd m̛e ͞asking,̧"̴ he shifted, only looking at Julias and Nerajj out of the corners of his eyes, ҉"̴I̶ m̨e҉an͞, al̸l͘ ̡òf͜ ͞t̕hat.̛..͠ i̡f you c̵an͏ ͏reco̢g͢nize ̵m̛e ̶an͞d ͏O͟p̸i̡ne'̧s̴ ̶ha͜b́i̸t͠s,͜ ̨b̨u͡t͝ ̀ev͡er͢ýon͠e̕ i͢s̷ sti̸l͟l̛ ̷her̡e̴,͝ w͠e̛... aren'҉t in̷ ̛t͟h̀at ̡C͏o͘ḿp͠e̛tìtìon ri̴gh͜ţ ̴no̕w͟,̕ ar̡e̷ we? Íf t͘hi̵s͞ ̛Ent̛ir̡e̕ty ̛h̕a͠d ̢a d͞i͢fferen̵t̡ ơu͜t͞cǫme.́.̕.͏"He sounded somewhat breathless, excitement restrained by nagging worry and disbelief. "̨Wha͡t's ̡ha̢pp͡en̛ed şinc͝e̵ ͠t̡h҉e҉n? H͡ow man͡y͡ ̴more have ther͢e b̷e̡en͞?͢ Is e͞v͝eryon͝e̷... is̛ e̡v̀e̷ryo̵ne ̨reall͠y ͠óka̧y̧, e͜v͝en͏ ̴if̕ ̵o͡n͡l̨y ͠f̀o̸r̷ n̸ow?" he asked with as much hope as someone like him could muster.
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Post by Exuro on Sept 16, 2015 23:25:43 GMT -6
Both of the brothers remained silent for a short amount of time once 2cro had finished speaking, not allowing their expressions to betray their reaction to the absolute brick wall of revelations that had just been heaped upon them.
"There have been three - actually two, my apologies - new Competitions since the events of the first one in which I was involved. It has actually become somewhat of a running gag among the Tested and those most often involved... much to Opine's chagrin, I'm sure. Each cycle has seen a number of different changes, some so dramatic that the system of claiming victory has become almost unrecognizable in comparison to the old ways. At the very least, the Tested with whom you are somewhat familiar remain unchanged and relatively safe. With no Competition as of late, they have been free to do as they please.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 18, 2015 8:39:42 GMT -6
|| - Unused Area - || Dicro listened carefully to Julias' explanation, utterly enraptured but also somewhat stuck in disbelief. All of his... quirks ceased throughout it, as though every fiber of his being had decided this wasn't something he could miss in any capacity. "That many more, huh..." he spoke up, seemingly talking to himself. He started pacing back and forth - or, rather, he'd reach the end of an imagined line and immediately reappear at the beginning. "...If she hasn't done anything yet and just keeps changing it... does she not have interest in destroying it at all? Did he not set her off enough? No, I shouldn't just assume that, just because she hasn't done it here yet doesn't mean she never will. Do I focus on her instead of...? I'm sure I could prevent it, but what if things are too different and I just end up... yeah, that would defeat the whole point. But maybe... if everyone's..."As Dicro's voice sped up into incomprehensibility, he slowed down as the last part of Julias' explanation began to sink in. They were all safe? There hadn't been a Competition recently? A chill ran down his spine, part trepidation and part excitement. If that was the case, then he could see them again, couldn't he? Just like they had always been there, he could see them, right? "No, that's... that would probably complicate things... probably still too recognizable," he muttered to himself, covering his mouth as if trying to keep himself from making the idea any more appealing. "...Anyway," he focused on Julias and Nerajj again, "...Then, what about you two? Do you keep getting thrown back into them? And..."He froze up limb by limb, giving the room an untrusting scan. Should he be talking about this? Was he watching? The last thing he wanted to do was give the brothers even more trouble. "As for the nature of your employment, judging by... I would assume that would still be... that you haven't..." he continued somewhat hesitantly, the shadows on his face turning an unnatural shade of blue as he tried to form a coherent statement that wasn't particularly damning in the case that his paranoia wasn't unfounded.
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Post by Exuro on Apr 4, 2016 22:54:50 GMT -6
Julias opened his mouth to address the first part of 2cro's surprisingly-clear response, but the second portion caused the Procurator to clam up immediately, whereas Nerajj's mace arm reflexively fell to his side as if to conjure up the aforementioned weapon. In the uncomfortably-silent moments that followed, the brothers shared mutual uneasy glances between each other and their robed third party, Julias staying Nerajj's arm with an concerned shake of his head.
"I, at least, have been in every successive Competition since, though the competitors always seem to change. All of that business aside..."
Julias' face shifted back to his usual expression of feigned disinterest, though 2cro would probably be able to see right through that, considering his... past experiences.
"Pray tell, exactly... how much do you know of our situation with Lord Ignis? And to what do you refer as us having not done?"
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Post by memeduchess on Apr 5, 2016 0:37:40 GMT -6
As if it were blown away by the sickly sweet voice in her ear, or perhaps by the ominous presence accompanying it, the little flame flickered out.
Solana spun around and leapt back with a yelp, almost tripping over herself in shock! Staggering against a wall, she struggled to locate the source of the voice, but it was simply too dark to see anything. She resigned herself to the fact that although her understanding of her surroundings was tenuous at best, it was obvious that she had attracted unwanted attention in record time. She should've just stayed in the foyer. Even listening to the laughter until the storm passed would've been better, as the eerie silence wasn't much of an improvement.
“I suppose so,” she muttered in reply, embarrassed and thoroughly spooked. It was difficult to talk to someone she couldn’t see, let alone someone who snuck up on her without a sound. Was she in danger? It was hard to tell. She had to make assumptions. She hovered her hand over the hilt of a dagger strapped to her waist as she attempted to focus her vision, as futile as it was.
“I guess I’m an uninvited guest,” she called cautiously into the hall, “but I’d appreciate it if you’d reveal yourself, whoever you are. It’s rude to sneak up on strangers in the dark, after all. Not that my intrusion here isn’t rude or anything…”
She wasn’t usually one to make demands to an unfamiliar being in what was more than likely their own home -- or at least somewhere they were more welcome than she -- but perhaps she was just a little bit afraid of the powerful presence surrounding her.
Maybe.
As if she’d ever admit it.
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