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@Morzone @Fyuri @DapperCat @Xemanorth @Tarmagon @baddervibes @Noble Scion The mumble of a response from Sang does little to reassure Don, but when she actually speaks words aloud, he notes that it's a start. He wasn't sure of how others might've handled the tricks and mental violation, or even...

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He can't remember how it finished. Sure enough, Don has a foggy mind as he awakens, but the fresh memories of his torment roar in laughter of his surging pain, of how his heart aches, of the sense of dread that penetrates through his very soul as he pushes himself to clear up, to focus, to SEE...

"This is not REAL." Don's retort is, perhaps, a little predictable and spoken from a dark place in his emotions, but he knows and feels it to be true nonetheless as he glares at the back of his once father, claws digging into the glass as, not for the first time, he watches his father walk away...

Outsider, your trial begins now. Tell us, what is the thing you fear most?" He was lost enough in his own mind before the sudden darkness enveloped him and the question was asked. Now, standing alone with his mind scrambling to catch up with what's happening here and now, he can't quite help...

The stairs had caught him entirely by surprise. Don had honestly expected a boulder or a spike trap, but never something as simple and malicious as a floor that falls away into nothingness, but it wasn't the pitch black that made him uneasy as he bolted up the stairs, stuck at the back of the...

Unblinking and sincere, Don finds himself surprised that the Creature even accepted his counter-offer. The emotion of love... rare enough, but giving that up for his own memories of seeing the surface for the first time? He hadn't... really expected the two desired memories to even compare. But...

One year and five months; damn. Going on the very unlikely chance this still runs, but interested.

Location - Route 5 | Current status - Horror | Interaction - None yet Waking up, nothing could've prepared Riordan for the day that would change everything. Being prepped for a wildlife survey and setting himself appropriately, he dresses in a pair of loose cargo trousers, hiking boots, a loose...

"Aye, ma'am." And with that, Don waits patiently at the water's edge, palm hovering a few inches above the unbroken, eerily still water, staring into the dark depths without so much as blinking as the others discuss amongst themselves what to do. When permission finally arrives, Don doesn't...

Donald meets Sang's gaze without blinking or faltering, her growl not even eliciting a flinch from the aquatic man. He keeps his gaze on her as she glares to him, as she stands and turns to walk away. He speaks after her as she marches off, smiling ever so slightly. "I will see you after the...

Donald takes Sang's hissing at him in his stride, seemingly undisturbed by both her tone and direct words, meeting her eyes without much of anything but simple politeness and genuine calm. "I don't speak to lecture you nor do I think you rash, princess of hellfire. I speak to advise you. For all...

Donald listens closely to each answer with a quiet, focused expression. He brings a hand up to stroke his chin, looking lost in thought as Maeralya rattles off to each individual, eyes closing as his thoughts start droning on. A maze that is ever changing, a Goddess who has as many whims the...

Deepscale watches the projector's image with a curious expression, a leg raised to rest his ankle across his other leg's knee, tapping his foot slowly and quietly. He's already geared up, wearing what looks like an aquatically modified set of SMITED gear with what looks like a water belt around...

His hands still lingering on his neck where the black marks are, his head perks up a little at the sudden unexpected input from a complete stranger. "Smoochy..?" He turns his head, a brow perked up at the beautifully coloured demoness with his blank-toned question. "We are not..." He pauses for...

The man winces faintly at the amount of noise and activity, looking mildly uncomfortable for a few brief moments. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he stands there quietly, his attention on the curious little creature before him. Tilting his head at Aquielle, he shrugs aside her apology without...

"Island-folk... none too different then my own kind's circumstance." He begrudgingly admits to the Kelpiekin, offering a polite nod to the staff, simply doing their jobs to focus on those wounded and such. So, he moves out of the way to better talk with one whom he might be able to relate to...

The man watches the drama unfold, perking a brow at the state of the bipedal wolf with a quiet hum, mute... until approached by the brightly-haired female. He peers down at her stoically, tilting his head at her specific question. He inspects her slowly, from head to toe and back up again...

The man takes a deep breath. This is going to be greeeeeeeeat. He makes his way into the building deeper still, still with his rucksack held over broad shoulders with one hand, dark goggles thankfully repelling the light. He is silent as he explores the building, seemingly looking for...

A pair of goggles with dark lens rest around his neck, a finger curled around them idly as the wearer peers out of the window of the 'car'. Mechanical monstrosity it might be, he'll never say they aren't useful. Though... the sheer amount of clear green forest is staggering. Even with all the...