nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
when we all fall asleep, where do we go ?
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
thirteen
𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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serena blinked at her screen when the red message appeared, feeling the way her gut almost burned. there was something quite wrong with what was going on. she wasn't going to start the conversation at all--that wasn't her way. besides, she had barely held a conversation with most of the people in the room in the past year. her face remained expressionless, despite the way the message had rattled her. she looked at the way her watch turned off, then started counting. five minutes--a bit of a time crunch. hm. she made her way to sit behind the desk in the swivel chair, her legs crossing elegantly as she sank into the chair. her arms crossed and her face remained the same blank slate as it had in the past few minutes. she spun once, then twice. to anyone else, the way she was spinning seemed as though she desired to the new human carousel, but anyone who saw her sharp eyes understood that she was quietly appraising the room.
a few things caught her attention, and she made a mental list in her head. four brick walls, an odd bookcase, watches that were malfunctioning. nine members in the room. she reached down to feel the lever to make the chair go up and down, and while she groped around for it, she felt if there were any bumps along the padding of the underside. she felt quickly, her hand smoothing along the fabric, and found nothing as far as she knew. she went up and down a few more times like any other child would, appraising the room from different angles, and found nothing. time to go see the bookcase. serena wasn't a genius by any means, but she was well read. meaning that books like 'brave new world', 'common sense', and 'the prince' were light reading at night.
she stood up, her footsteps barely making a noise as she crossed the room to see the bookcase, and she crossed her arms once more, silently judging the bookcase. her eyes scanned the novels--pattern recognition. could she see a theme amongst the novels, eliminating the odd one out? 'i think that mister coldridge wouldn't make you differentiate between '1984' and 'the notebook', serena.' she thought to herself, allowing herself a small upwards twitch of her lips at her internal joke. she doubted that the stern man would even have time for the whirlwind romance between noah and allie. she had a feeling that the man's literary tastes were more aligned to the tastes of her father: malcolm gladwell and machiavelli, and maybe some dante if feeling frisky.
finding nothing jump out at her from her position at the bookshelf, serena slowly made her way to the desk, giving the impression that she was wandering. her small tangent on her novel selection had gotten her nowhere, but she didn't feel the disappointment. she glanced around quickly, looking at the others--well, don't look at her. she wasn't going to start the conversation. she made her way back to the desk and leaned against the teak wood, silently praising the designer of the room of the choice in desk. excellent quality. a small tap of her boots against one another reassured that her contingency was still present, based on the shift of material. she hadn't known what to expect, so she had prepared for the worst.
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a few things caught her attention, and she made a mental list in her head. four brick walls, an odd bookcase, watches that were malfunctioning. nine members in the room. she reached down to feel the lever to make the chair go up and down, and while she groped around for it, she felt if there were any bumps along the padding of the underside. she felt quickly, her hand smoothing along the fabric, and found nothing as far as she knew. she went up and down a few more times like any other child would, appraising the room from different angles, and found nothing. time to go see the bookcase. serena wasn't a genius by any means, but she was well read. meaning that books like 'brave new world', 'common sense', and 'the prince' were light reading at night.
she stood up, her footsteps barely making a noise as she crossed the room to see the bookcase, and she crossed her arms once more, silently judging the bookcase. her eyes scanned the novels--pattern recognition. could she see a theme amongst the novels, eliminating the odd one out? 'i think that mister coldridge wouldn't make you differentiate between '1984' and 'the notebook', serena.' she thought to herself, allowing herself a small upwards twitch of her lips at her internal joke. she doubted that the stern man would even have time for the whirlwind romance between noah and allie. she had a feeling that the man's literary tastes were more aligned to the tastes of her father: malcolm gladwell and machiavelli, and maybe some dante if feeling frisky.
finding nothing jump out at her from her position at the bookshelf, serena slowly made her way to the desk, giving the impression that she was wandering. her small tangent on her novel selection had gotten her nowhere, but she didn't feel the disappointment. she glanced around quickly, looking at the others--well, don't look at her. she wasn't going to start the conversation. she made her way back to the desk and leaned against the teak wood, silently praising the designer of the room of the choice in desk. excellent quality. a small tap of her boots against one another reassured that her contingency was still present, based on the shift of material. she hadn't known what to expect, so she had prepared for the worst.
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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serena (mentioned).
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thirteen
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𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧
kaarle halko
pronunciation | "kar-lay"
location | the room
with/mentions | serena, murdoc
tags |
nymphadora.
thirteen
location | the room
with/mentions | serena, murdoc
tags |
nymphadora.
thirteen
hacker
code by pasta
Chione
ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴀʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏᴏʟꜱ ʀᴜꜱʜ ɪɴ
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[/div][/div][div class=charaname]Nikolas Thompson[/div][div class=text] [div class=tags]@nymphadora. [/div] [div class=tags]@moonchild. [/div] [div class=tags]@sarcasticqueen [/div] [div class=tags]@sereiin [/div] [div class=tags]@ShadyAce [/div] [div class=tags]@-sophie- [/div] [div class=tags]@Blatherskiter [/div] [div class=tags]@k o r o l [/div]
Mentions: Serena, Kaarle, Murdoc
Location: Scary Ticking Room
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The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Everything that they had been working for since they were eleven years old now rested on this one day – the Prius Mortis Ceremony. The weeks leading up to this had been hell for Nikolas; it was like everyone had been walking on the edge of a knife, irritability skyrocketing as they exhausted themselves day after day, the mounting pressure becoming a heavy weight on their backs as it slowly began to suffocate them.
Nik had done his best to keep a cool head on his shoulders, unwilling to succumb to the stress, a yearning ache in his chest replacing the anxiety. They were so, so close to leaving. Freedom was within reaching distance, and the long-forgotten hope that he had left on Coldridge’s doorstep all those years ago had resurfaced. All they had to do was survive.
Though the whole ‘surviving’ part was now looking a bit grim, the ominous red message sending a chill down his spine. Was that... part of the test? The niggling doubt in the back of his mind was only amplified when he realised that Mr Coldridge’s message had been interrupted before the mission was even explained. Then the countdown began, the walls ticking in unison – and if that wasn’t a flashing danger sign, then Nik didn’t know what was. It felt like his nerves had been set on fire, his senses becoming hyperaware of every little sound and movement. The rickety spinning of Serena on the swivel chair. The constant tap tap on the keys of Kaarle’s laptop.
Time was slipping through their fingers. They had to act quickly. Blue-green eyes quickly darted around the depressingly bare room, mentally categorising viable options of escape. Of course, there were the doors but they were metal and solid with the one on the right definitely locked tight and guarded by a keypad. Nik watched as Serena hovered over a bookcase before moving away – he'd had the same idea but apparently, it was a dead end.
The deafening silence made Nik feel a tad uncomfortable, though to be honest, no one had been in a talkative mood the few days prior and he couldn’t blame them really because even he (the guy who could talk the hind legs off a donkey) was notably quieter than usual. However, with their lives now on the line, Nik thought that this was where their team communication was needed the most. Therefore, it was a huge relief when Murdoc broke the silence by posing a question... a slightly dumb question, but a question nonetheless.
As the Illusionist, Nikolas had always felt somewhat... lacking when it came to being a trained assassin. He was the liar, the manipulator, the interrogator. The seducer who would stab his target in the neck as soon as they got their pants down. So, when it came to stuff like this, he felt out of his depth. His skills weren’t going to help them get out of a locked room, but if he was given the opportunity to at least do something, then he’d gladly volunteer.
Nik pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, giving himself a quick pat to make sure the tactical knives he’d hidden on his person were still in place before confidently strolling across the room to the left door.
“I’ll check it, but if I end up becoming a smoking, charred husk I’m coming back to haunt all of you.”
Nik eyed up at the perfectly unassuming door handle, hesitating for just a split second, before clamping his hand over it, the metal cool relief to his heated palms. He’d half-expected something to happen – but nothing did. He pushed the handle down but, like the other door, it was definitely locked. Nik turned back to look at the group, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s locked. I’d be more surprised if it wasn’t, to be honest.”
He brushed his thumb against his lip as his eyes swerved to look around the room again, gaze landing on the bookcase. Serena hadn’t found anything out of place with the books but maybe...?
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Location: Scary Ticking Room
The art of pleasing
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The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Everything that they had been working for since they were eleven years old now rested on this one day – the Prius Mortis Ceremony. The weeks leading up to this had been hell for Nikolas; it was like everyone had been walking on the edge of a knife, irritability skyrocketing as they exhausted themselves day after day, the mounting pressure becoming a heavy weight on their backs as it slowly began to suffocate them.
Nik had done his best to keep a cool head on his shoulders, unwilling to succumb to the stress, a yearning ache in his chest replacing the anxiety. They were so, so close to leaving. Freedom was within reaching distance, and the long-forgotten hope that he had left on Coldridge’s doorstep all those years ago had resurfaced. All they had to do was survive.
Though the whole ‘surviving’ part was now looking a bit grim, the ominous red message sending a chill down his spine. Was that... part of the test? The niggling doubt in the back of his mind was only amplified when he realised that Mr Coldridge’s message had been interrupted before the mission was even explained. Then the countdown began, the walls ticking in unison – and if that wasn’t a flashing danger sign, then Nik didn’t know what was. It felt like his nerves had been set on fire, his senses becoming hyperaware of every little sound and movement. The rickety spinning of Serena on the swivel chair. The constant tap tap on the keys of Kaarle’s laptop.
Time was slipping through their fingers. They had to act quickly. Blue-green eyes quickly darted around the depressingly bare room, mentally categorising viable options of escape. Of course, there were the doors but they were metal and solid with the one on the right definitely locked tight and guarded by a keypad. Nik watched as Serena hovered over a bookcase before moving away – he'd had the same idea but apparently, it was a dead end.
The deafening silence made Nik feel a tad uncomfortable, though to be honest, no one had been in a talkative mood the few days prior and he couldn’t blame them really because even he (the guy who could talk the hind legs off a donkey) was notably quieter than usual. However, with their lives now on the line, Nik thought that this was where their team communication was needed the most. Therefore, it was a huge relief when Murdoc broke the silence by posing a question... a slightly dumb question, but a question nonetheless.
As the Illusionist, Nikolas had always felt somewhat... lacking when it came to being a trained assassin. He was the liar, the manipulator, the interrogator. The seducer who would stab his target in the neck as soon as they got their pants down. So, when it came to stuff like this, he felt out of his depth. His skills weren’t going to help them get out of a locked room, but if he was given the opportunity to at least do something, then he’d gladly volunteer.
Nik pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, giving himself a quick pat to make sure the tactical knives he’d hidden on his person were still in place before confidently strolling across the room to the left door.
“I’ll check it, but if I end up becoming a smoking, charred husk I’m coming back to haunt all of you.”
Nik eyed up at the perfectly unassuming door handle, hesitating for just a split second, before clamping his hand over it, the metal cool relief to his heated palms. He’d half-expected something to happen – but nothing did. He pushed the handle down but, like the other door, it was definitely locked. Nik turned back to look at the group, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s locked. I’d be more surprised if it wasn’t, to be honest.”
He brushed his thumb against his lip as his eyes swerved to look around the room again, gaze landing on the bookcase. Serena hadn’t found anything out of place with the books but maybe...?
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Wilhelmina's blood was curdling within her. She almost already felt dead. This past year was tense, morbid, and silent. Her sleepless nights were spent studying and creating, while her days were filled with combat-scenarios. It all lead up to this moment. This pivotal moment; that would make or break the rest of her life.
Her wrist buzzed lightly, the first message of her (possibly) last day. Surprisingly, Wil was almost mute for most of the morning. She had been four cups of coffee deep, murmuring the periodic table to herself for comfort. She knew she was smart. She knew she was clever. But was that enough? The dagger tucked into her sock was the only cool thing in the room. You could practically see the heat emanating off of everyone. They all had the same thought of whether or not they would make it into their beds tonight. For a moment, everything was quiet.
tick, tick, tick.
Wil knew that sound all too familiarly.
tick, tick, tick.
Her watch flashed red. A chill ran down her spine. Was Coldridge really going to be where she died? The message was a warning unlike any other mission she'd been on before. Everything seemed too simple. Something about the ominous message made her feel there was more going on than she expected.
"Fighting fire with fire, huh?" she said, her mouth dry. Usually, she was the one to lighten the mood with a fun joke, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Her specialty, explosives, were going to be used against her this time around. She was sure that after five minutes the room would be in smithereens. She noticed Nik and Devyn going to the bookcase, but all she could think about was the machinery.
Kaarle went straight to the first door, already checking the system for code-breaking. She immediately went to the second door, examining the details.
"Four digit pin. Nine possible numbers. That would be," she paused, doing the math in her head. "Ten thousand combinations. Is that something we can even handle in five minutes, Kaarle?" She kneeled on the floor, facing the door. If she could get into the internal structure of the padlock, there was a chance she could disengage the alarm system to buy them some time.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed angrily. She had forgotten something. "A screwdriver." She couldn't get shit done without a toolkit, and of course, she didn't have it on her. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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Chione
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sereiin
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MoonChild
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Wilhelmina's blood was curdling within her. She almost already felt dead. This past year was tense, morbid, and silent. Her sleepless nights were spent studying and creating, while her days were filled with combat-scenarios. It all lead up to this moment. This pivotal moment; that would make or break the rest of her life.
Her wrist buzzed lightly, the first message of her (possibly) last day. Surprisingly, Wil was almost mute for most of the morning. She had been four cups of coffee deep, murmuring the periodic table to herself for comfort. She knew she was smart. She knew she was clever. But was that enough? The dagger tucked into her sock was the only cool thing in the room. You could practically see the heat emanating off of everyone. They all had the same thought of whether or not they would make it into their beds tonight. For a moment, everything was quiet.
tick, tick, tick.
Wil knew that sound all too familiarly.
tick, tick, tick.
Her watch flashed red. A chill ran down her spine. Was Coldridge really going to be where she died? The message was a warning unlike any other mission she'd been on before. Everything seemed too simple. Something about the ominous message made her feel there was more going on than she expected.
"Fighting fire with fire, huh?" she said, her mouth dry. Usually, she was the one to lighten the mood with a fun joke, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Her specialty, explosives, were going to be used against her this time around. She was sure that after five minutes the room would be in smithereens. She noticed Nik and Devyn going to the bookcase, but all she could think about was the machinery.
Kaarle went straight to the first door, already checking the system for code-breaking. She immediately went to the second door, examining the details.
"Four digit pin. Nine possible numbers. That would be," she paused, doing the math in her head. "Ten thousand combinations. Is that something we can even handle in five minutes, Kaarle?" She kneeled on the floor, facing the door. If she could get into the internal structure of the padlock, there was a chance she could disengage the alarm system to buy them some time.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed angrily. She had forgotten something. "A screwdriver." She couldn't get shit done without a toolkit, and of course, she didn't have it on her. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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sereiin
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MoonChild
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sereiin
sophie.
Chione
"I'm not a broken kid. I'm a broken killer. "
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sereiin
sophie.
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Dajana didn't even want to be here.
Coldridge was never her plan, but it was all she had - and so, alike everyone else, she could feel the nerves constantly bubbling away just beneath the surface. The past few months had been intense, in their physical and mental strain, but the ultimate goal of graduation ensured Dajana could maintain her level-head without faltering. Still, what choice would graduating give her? She knew about knives, poisons and strategy, not anything that was a gateway into a relatively normal life.
Dajana forced herself out of her thoughts and into the world, or room, around her. Despite the quaint brick walls and bland furnishing, there was a thickness to the air, almost as though it could sense their oncoming doom. Doom was probable, considering this was their last twisted exam. Or alternatively, it was just the collective panic and fears of the students becoming palpable in their environment.
Dajana pursed her lips as she read the message on her watch. If it hadn't come from Dominic, it would almost seem supportive, but the underlying patronizing nature of the message was all too familiar. Though the watches malfunctioning was rather off-brand for Dominic. It was cartoonish, truthfully, the flashing red, the incessant ticking. And yet, it still felt terribly ominous. She couldn't figure out if this was the academy's way of making the test more realistic, or a real, exterior threat.
Her eyes flickered up, and around the room, searching for anything of importance. Though, something easily spotted wasn't exactly challenging, which contradicted everything this exam was supposed to be. In a few moments, whilst Dajana was still scrutinising the room, three members shifted the bookshelf, revealing some words on the wall. Dajana walked up to the etching, muttering the words "I am nothing." under her breath as her fingers delicately traced over them.
"They were carved," Dajana continued to think aloud, dropping to her knees and investigating the floor where the bookshelf used to be, ghosting it with her fingertips. "It's new. The debris is still here." It was a clue or perhaps more accurately, a riddle. Though riddles usually had a bit more substance than three words, and were designed to be enjoyed in a playful manner, not in a life-or-death scenario in an assassin academy.
The words repeatedly echoed in her mind, plenty of things could be nothing. Anything could be nothing. But, it was a riddle, intended to be a play on words and toy with the mind. But traditionally, having nothing of something meant having zero. And then the colloquial phrase caught in her mind, like a fish suddenly spying a lure in murky waters. Zilch. Zero. Nada—nothing. Not particularly directed towards anyone, but assertive enough that they'd catch on she think she had a solution, Dajana spoke her thoughts out loud. "Zero. Try four zeros." If it worked, it'd be rather ironic. It reminded Dajana of the Cold War, in which nuclear launch codes were set to all zeroes in case they had to be launched quickly in an emergency. And what else was prominent in the Cold War? Espionage, assassinations. Terribly ironic, and yet, Dajana still hoped it worked.
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[/div]Coldridge was never her plan, but it was all she had - and so, alike everyone else, she could feel the nerves constantly bubbling away just beneath the surface. The past few months had been intense, in their physical and mental strain, but the ultimate goal of graduation ensured Dajana could maintain her level-head without faltering. Still, what choice would graduating give her? She knew about knives, poisons and strategy, not anything that was a gateway into a relatively normal life.
Dajana forced herself out of her thoughts and into the world, or room, around her. Despite the quaint brick walls and bland furnishing, there was a thickness to the air, almost as though it could sense their oncoming doom. Doom was probable, considering this was their last twisted exam. Or alternatively, it was just the collective panic and fears of the students becoming palpable in their environment.
Dajana pursed her lips as she read the message on her watch. If it hadn't come from Dominic, it would almost seem supportive, but the underlying patronizing nature of the message was all too familiar. Though the watches malfunctioning was rather off-brand for Dominic. It was cartoonish, truthfully, the flashing red, the incessant ticking. And yet, it still felt terribly ominous. She couldn't figure out if this was the academy's way of making the test more realistic, or a real, exterior threat.
Her eyes flickered up, and around the room, searching for anything of importance. Though, something easily spotted wasn't exactly challenging, which contradicted everything this exam was supposed to be. In a few moments, whilst Dajana was still scrutinising the room, three members shifted the bookshelf, revealing some words on the wall. Dajana walked up to the etching, muttering the words "I am nothing." under her breath as her fingers delicately traced over them.
"They were carved," Dajana continued to think aloud, dropping to her knees and investigating the floor where the bookshelf used to be, ghosting it with her fingertips. "It's new. The debris is still here." It was a clue or perhaps more accurately, a riddle. Though riddles usually had a bit more substance than three words, and were designed to be enjoyed in a playful manner, not in a life-or-death scenario in an assassin academy.
The words repeatedly echoed in her mind, plenty of things could be nothing. Anything could be nothing. But, it was a riddle, intended to be a play on words and toy with the mind. But traditionally, having nothing of something meant having zero. And then the colloquial phrase caught in her mind, like a fish suddenly spying a lure in murky waters. Zilch. Zero. Nada—nothing. Not particularly directed towards anyone, but assertive enough that they'd catch on she think she had a solution, Dajana spoke her thoughts out loud. "Zero. Try four zeros." If it worked, it'd be rather ironic. It reminded Dajana of the Cold War, in which nuclear launch codes were set to all zeroes in case they had to be launched quickly in an emergency. And what else was prominent in the Cold War? Espionage, assassinations. Terribly ironic, and yet, Dajana still hoped it worked.
nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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everyone.
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erised
𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧
kaarle halko
pronunciation | "kar-lay"
location | the room
with/mentions | nik, merrick, wil, dajana
tags |
Chione
Blatherskiter
sophie.
ShadyAce
location | the room
with/mentions | nik, merrick, wil, dajana
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Chione
Blatherskiter
sophie.
ShadyAce
hacker
code by pasta
sophie.
dumbass ★
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"See if that works, little Wil. It's no screwdriver but it's sharp and I think you may be able to unscrew using it."
Wilhelmina laughed a little to herself, both out of humor and frustration. Kaden finally decided to wake up, which was new. Usually he wouldn't bother to help unless something athletic was involved.
"Thanks," she murmured, her focus still pinned on the code system. Ten thousand combinations. Dominic Coldridge really wasn't fucking around today. The stress was starting to get to her. If she tried to open this contraption up, Wil very well could accidentally kill someone. About to shove the blade into a crack in the machine, Kaarle finally piped up.
"Why don't you channel your inner scientist and rub whatever the hell that powder is over the buttons to check for fingerprints?"
The teenager lowered the dagger and slipped it back into Kaden's hand. Sometimes, it was too annoying that Kaarle was right. He was supposed to be a hacker, not a bossy asshole. He didn't know enough about chemistry and forensics to say these things!
"You mean talcum, stupid? Sure, let me just pull some Johnson's Baby Powder directly out of my ass!" Mina scoffed angrily. Normally, she wasn't one to lash out. But today was life or death. Today was an exception. Slowly, she took a deep breath to compose herself. "You know what? Maybe sulfur will work. I'm sure I have some lying round here," she stated, digging her hand around in her fanny pack. Sulfur was an important component for explosions, so she always had a little bit on her for emergency bomb-making.
The cool glass bottle touched her hand, and she was in business. Slowly and carefully, Wil opened the small vial of sulfur powder and took a deep breath. Murdoc hadn't touched the keypad facing her, which meant previous fingerprints could still be picked up. The more recent, the easier to read. If the powder stuck, it meant oils or other substances were present on the keys.
"Literally any and every idea will be good right about now, we've only got about three minutes to get the fuck out of here."
Three minutes. Wilhelmina had to act fast and proficiently. Her hands shook a little as she sprinkled the dust over the keypad, trying her best to not touch the surface. She didn't want to ruin the results, if any.
"Here goes nothing," she sighed. Would the powder stick? Would there be an answer? [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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nymphadora.
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MoonChild
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"See if that works, little Wil. It's no screwdriver but it's sharp and I think you may be able to unscrew using it."
Wilhelmina laughed a little to herself, both out of humor and frustration. Kaden finally decided to wake up, which was new. Usually he wouldn't bother to help unless something athletic was involved.
"Thanks," she murmured, her focus still pinned on the code system. Ten thousand combinations. Dominic Coldridge really wasn't fucking around today. The stress was starting to get to her. If she tried to open this contraption up, Wil very well could accidentally kill someone. About to shove the blade into a crack in the machine, Kaarle finally piped up.
"Why don't you channel your inner scientist and rub whatever the hell that powder is over the buttons to check for fingerprints?"
The teenager lowered the dagger and slipped it back into Kaden's hand. Sometimes, it was too annoying that Kaarle was right. He was supposed to be a hacker, not a bossy asshole. He didn't know enough about chemistry and forensics to say these things!
"You mean talcum, stupid? Sure, let me just pull some Johnson's Baby Powder directly out of my ass!" Mina scoffed angrily. Normally, she wasn't one to lash out. But today was life or death. Today was an exception. Slowly, she took a deep breath to compose herself. "You know what? Maybe sulfur will work. I'm sure I have some lying round here," she stated, digging her hand around in her fanny pack. Sulfur was an important component for explosions, so she always had a little bit on her for emergency bomb-making.
The cool glass bottle touched her hand, and she was in business. Slowly and carefully, Wil opened the small vial of sulfur powder and took a deep breath. Murdoc hadn't touched the keypad facing her, which meant previous fingerprints could still be picked up. The more recent, the easier to read. If the powder stuck, it meant oils or other substances were present on the keys.
"Literally any and every idea will be good right about now, we've only got about three minutes to get the fuck out of here."
Three minutes. Wilhelmina had to act fast and proficiently. Her hands shook a little as she sprinkled the dust over the keypad, trying her best to not touch the surface. She didn't want to ruin the results, if any.
"Here goes nothing," she sighed. Would the powder stick? Would there be an answer? [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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nymphadora.
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MoonChild
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Serena knew damn well that she wasn't doing much by leaning on the desk thinking--she needed to be able to work with something, hands on. She also doubted that the team would appreciate her if she did nothing but sit back--she didn't have the privilege of sleeping like Kaden did. It was a shame she wasn't a visual learner, but rather a mix, considering that she would have paid someone good money to remove the block on her visualization skills. A thought came to her, and it could be seen by the slight fluctuation in her expression--her eyes were distant and dark, as though she was mulling over something. "I know I'm not the best at this," Serena began quietly as she made her way over to Wil, "But if we took each of the numbers and the letters associated with each number and unscrambled it to form a word, would that be a starting point?" She asked in her quiet, ruminating manner. She held a hand up to maintain any attention she got, her way of explaining that she would go more in depth into her idea.
Serena reached inside her boot, pulling out a small tool that she used to assemble her sniper rifle, which was currently broken up in various places, tucked in different folds and crevices of her body. Hey, it was a closed room. There would be no reason for her to scope out an enemy and shoot. Besides, she wasn't tied to her guns. If she needed a fire arm, she would take one. Breaking her thoughts from the obvious weapon tangent, she slid over slightly to use the brick wall as her chalkboard, using the point of the tool to lightly etch the possible letters. "For example....nine would be w, x, y, z. Three would be d, e, f. Five is j, k, l. Six is m, n, o. And zero....well, damn it." She muttered, seeing the blank for the number. "Fine, we'll keep it as a wild card." She grumbled, internally cursing whoever decided to be so rude with this keypad.
Serena took a step back, looking at the letters that she had written on the wall in her neat script. A corner of her mouth twitched up in a smile as she chided herself for needing to be neat in a life-or-death situation, considering that she had written the letters in her cursive script. But there were some habits that she just couldn't break. "Off the top of my head, I would pick out words like 'node', or even 'weld'." She said before the inner constructivist philosophy jumped out. "But then again, that wouldn't make sense considering the context of the situation we're in." Serena rocked back and forth on her feet lightly, the even distribution and her movement being a conduit for her to think. Her left hand's fingers were fluttering once more, twisting the silver ring that sat on the ring finger of the same hand.
Serena swore under her breath before shaking her head. "No. That wouldn't be the only thing. We could repeat numbers too. Not a combination, but rather a permutation." She huffed slightly. That made things a bit more complicated. Rather than working with the given numbers, doubles and order became an important factor, implying that the range of the combinations had expanded and increased exponentially. "What about none? Nothing, none." She muttered, gesturing to the message engraved behind the bookshelf. "I know it's a stretch, but....I'm unable to see." She said, and her frustration was a clear undertone in the last statement. Her vision was cramped--and as someone who watched the whole picture from her perch most of the time, she felt crippled. "That would be...six, six, six, three. Hm. Sounds a bit too satanical for me. I doubt it would work." Serena said, shaking her head as she realized the code. The young woman let out a soft sigh as she began to pace back and forth, unable to keep still as she worked out the problem.
Serena stopped in her tracks, shaking her head. "But then again, what if it has to do with us? There's nine of us here, which is clearly one of the numbers. Not to mention, what if there's a whole zero in the middle of the word, but I didn't factor it in because the keypad is blank? Damnit, Kant." She huffed. Criticizing the man who had given her entire perspective on morals and viewpoints wasn't going to do much, but Serena was starting to understand the depravity of the simple string of numbers: there was an endless application. She shook her head for the hundreth time, and went back to sit on her desk and look at the letters and numbers she had written from a distant perch. "Kill." She said with a slight twitch of her lips into the smile. "That is oddly fitting and also fits the puzzle." She said, but her light tone made it clear that she didn't enunciate that in a serious manner. A thought occurred to her, and she leaned forward. "Kaarle mentioned the alphabet code. There are two nines in that code, and nine is one of the number possibilities on the keypad." She said, thinking aloud.
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Serena reached inside her boot, pulling out a small tool that she used to assemble her sniper rifle, which was currently broken up in various places, tucked in different folds and crevices of her body. Hey, it was a closed room. There would be no reason for her to scope out an enemy and shoot. Besides, she wasn't tied to her guns. If she needed a fire arm, she would take one. Breaking her thoughts from the obvious weapon tangent, she slid over slightly to use the brick wall as her chalkboard, using the point of the tool to lightly etch the possible letters. "For example....nine would be w, x, y, z. Three would be d, e, f. Five is j, k, l. Six is m, n, o. And zero....well, damn it." She muttered, seeing the blank for the number. "Fine, we'll keep it as a wild card." She grumbled, internally cursing whoever decided to be so rude with this keypad.
Serena took a step back, looking at the letters that she had written on the wall in her neat script. A corner of her mouth twitched up in a smile as she chided herself for needing to be neat in a life-or-death situation, considering that she had written the letters in her cursive script. But there were some habits that she just couldn't break. "Off the top of my head, I would pick out words like 'node', or even 'weld'." She said before the inner constructivist philosophy jumped out. "But then again, that wouldn't make sense considering the context of the situation we're in." Serena rocked back and forth on her feet lightly, the even distribution and her movement being a conduit for her to think. Her left hand's fingers were fluttering once more, twisting the silver ring that sat on the ring finger of the same hand.
Serena swore under her breath before shaking her head. "No. That wouldn't be the only thing. We could repeat numbers too. Not a combination, but rather a permutation." She huffed slightly. That made things a bit more complicated. Rather than working with the given numbers, doubles and order became an important factor, implying that the range of the combinations had expanded and increased exponentially. "What about none? Nothing, none." She muttered, gesturing to the message engraved behind the bookshelf. "I know it's a stretch, but....I'm unable to see." She said, and her frustration was a clear undertone in the last statement. Her vision was cramped--and as someone who watched the whole picture from her perch most of the time, she felt crippled. "That would be...six, six, six, three. Hm. Sounds a bit too satanical for me. I doubt it would work." Serena said, shaking her head as she realized the code. The young woman let out a soft sigh as she began to pace back and forth, unable to keep still as she worked out the problem.
Serena stopped in her tracks, shaking her head. "But then again, what if it has to do with us? There's nine of us here, which is clearly one of the numbers. Not to mention, what if there's a whole zero in the middle of the word, but I didn't factor it in because the keypad is blank? Damnit, Kant." She huffed. Criticizing the man who had given her entire perspective on morals and viewpoints wasn't going to do much, but Serena was starting to understand the depravity of the simple string of numbers: there was an endless application. She shook her head for the hundreth time, and went back to sit on her desk and look at the letters and numbers she had written from a distant perch. "Kill." She said with a slight twitch of her lips into the smile. "That is oddly fitting and also fits the puzzle." She said, but her light tone made it clear that she didn't enunciate that in a serious manner. A thought occurred to her, and she leaned forward. "Kaarle mentioned the alphabet code. There are two nines in that code, and nine is one of the number possibilities on the keypad." She said, thinking aloud.
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sophie.
erised
@ everyone
location: where they're all going to die
weapons: sniper-rifle, disassembled. two handguns.
role: the sharp-shooter
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ShadyAce
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Dajana's brown eyes flickered to see Murdoc hastily press in the code, only to follow up his curse with one under her breath. She had just about one job, one talent. That was to be 'the intellect'. Dajana was always certain her skill set was the most useless in the room. But she'd still like to exit alive and with her limbs in tact, so the sunken feeling of defeat quickly got ushered away by the adrenaline pumping in her veins. No shit Sherlock. Dajana knew Murdoc well, and he was much to prone to stating to the obvious.
"Sometimes the hardest answer to find is the obvious one. The way we're trained results in over analysing. And it wasn't my idea first, ask the people who operated nuclear warheads in the seventies and eighties." Dajana let a smirk creep onto her lips, glancing over at Kaarle. Their relationship was most heavily defined by their battle of wit, throwing statements laced with sarcasm at any chance they got. Though Dajana will admit his comment made her slightly more irritated than usual; she was not in the mood to be taunted.
The room, despite being filled with frantic energy, stood still for Dajana. She continued to cautiously move around, half-heartedly investigating things, more focused on her inside thoughts, which resembled cogs. As one whirred into life, so would another, creating a chain that refused to stop, especially with the ever-decreasing time forcing her to think faster. She had to think faster.
"Too many numbers, it's a four digit pin." She commented on the theory of the alphabet cipher, not even sparing a glance to Kaarle. Dajana's gut kept screaming at her that it was zero, and his suggestion of letters to numbers led her to her next option. It was a keypad, and even if it wasn't something their generation had to be as accustomed to, numbers had to represent letters on phones for texting. Serena was also on the right track, but Dajana had already flown past and begun translating. And that code, despite being frighteningly simplistic, was their answer. She was certain of it. 9376.
Before she could speak, Wil pulled out some powder, her fingers deftly working with the chemical. Dajana was surprised she looked so focused, she couldn't recall another time seeing that kind of expression on the other girl's features. As soon as the powder clung to some of the numbers, Dajana withheld a smirk. "Try 9376. Zero."
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[/div]"Sometimes the hardest answer to find is the obvious one. The way we're trained results in over analysing. And it wasn't my idea first, ask the people who operated nuclear warheads in the seventies and eighties." Dajana let a smirk creep onto her lips, glancing over at Kaarle. Their relationship was most heavily defined by their battle of wit, throwing statements laced with sarcasm at any chance they got. Though Dajana will admit his comment made her slightly more irritated than usual; she was not in the mood to be taunted.
The room, despite being filled with frantic energy, stood still for Dajana. She continued to cautiously move around, half-heartedly investigating things, more focused on her inside thoughts, which resembled cogs. As one whirred into life, so would another, creating a chain that refused to stop, especially with the ever-decreasing time forcing her to think faster. She had to think faster.
"Too many numbers, it's a four digit pin." She commented on the theory of the alphabet cipher, not even sparing a glance to Kaarle. Dajana's gut kept screaming at her that it was zero, and his suggestion of letters to numbers led her to her next option. It was a keypad, and even if it wasn't something their generation had to be as accustomed to, numbers had to represent letters on phones for texting. Serena was also on the right track, but Dajana had already flown past and begun translating. And that code, despite being frighteningly simplistic, was their answer. She was certain of it. 9376.
Before she could speak, Wil pulled out some powder, her fingers deftly working with the chemical. Dajana was surprised she looked so focused, she couldn't recall another time seeing that kind of expression on the other girl's features. As soon as the powder clung to some of the numbers, Dajana withheld a smirk. "Try 9376. Zero."
sophie.
dumbass ★
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Wil was beaming, almost about to scream out of joy when the sulfur stuck to the buttons. Only four keys were part of the password, but five were touched. It could easily have been a mishap with the passwords, or someone forgetting the code. Regardless, her little experiment worked. At that point, any of the nerd members with half a brain could realize the code was 'ZERO.' Serena suggested 'none' and 'kill.' Though possible, they were both seriously unlikely.
"Guys, I got it! The code is definitely ze- .. "
Wil was immediately cut off by the louder, more respected person in the room.
"Too many numbers, it's a four digit pin. Try 9376. Zero."
Her heart sunk a little. Obviously, it was wonderful that the code was cracked, but it hurt somewhat that her work was so easily discredited by the flick of Dajana's wrist. She'd always been a little smarter, a little faster. Even when Wilhelmina had a breakthrough, Dajana had already figured out how to do something better. The sentence was on the tip of her tongue. If she had just worked a little faster, put in a little more effort, would the outcome change? Or would she always get second place?
"Yeah. Zero," she said simply. Her eyes were sad, but she wouldn't let anyone get to her in the first mission. Especially not her catty teenage rival. Quickly, she punched in the four digit pin. She didn't even have to look to know Dajana had won once again.
Was it stupid to be jealous of another person's image? Especially in a high school based solely on the ability to kill, it seemed novelty. In almost everything, someone else shined above her. Like most times, Wil kept her mouth shut. It was better to not show the defeat in her tone. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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thirteen
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Wil was beaming, almost about to scream out of joy when the sulfur stuck to the buttons. Only four keys were part of the password, but five were touched. It could easily have been a mishap with the passwords, or someone forgetting the code. Regardless, her little experiment worked. At that point, any of the nerd members with half a brain could realize the code was 'ZERO.' Serena suggested 'none' and 'kill.' Though possible, they were both seriously unlikely.
"Guys, I got it! The code is definitely ze- .. "
Wil was immediately cut off by the louder, more respected person in the room.
"Too many numbers, it's a four digit pin. Try 9376. Zero."
Her heart sunk a little. Obviously, it was wonderful that the code was cracked, but it hurt somewhat that her work was so easily discredited by the flick of Dajana's wrist. She'd always been a little smarter, a little faster. Even when Wilhelmina had a breakthrough, Dajana had already figured out how to do something better. The sentence was on the tip of her tongue. If she had just worked a little faster, put in a little more effort, would the outcome change? Or would she always get second place?
"Yeah. Zero," she said simply. Her eyes were sad, but she wouldn't let anyone get to her in the first mission. Especially not her catty teenage rival. Quickly, she punched in the four digit pin. She didn't even have to look to know Dajana had won once again.
Was it stupid to be jealous of another person's image? Especially in a high school based solely on the ability to kill, it seemed novelty. In almost everything, someone else shined above her. Like most times, Wil kept her mouth shut. It was better to not show the defeat in her tone. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words][div class=i][/div]wilhelmina trietz
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thirteen
location: tick tock room
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
Blatherskiter
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thirteen
𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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location. ColdridgeTV Hallway |
mentions. wil, merrick, murdoc, dajana |
weapons. sniper rifle, disassembled. two handguns.
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sereiin
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001 role: the medic
002 location: "the hallway"
003 mentions: murdoc, merrick, serena
004 tags:
nymphadora.
Blatherskiter
thirteen
001 role: the medic
002 location: "the hallway"
003 mentions: murdoc, merrick, serena
004 tags:
nymphadora.
Blatherskiter
thirteen
i don't really
Chione
ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴀʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏᴏʟꜱ ʀᴜꜱʜ ɪɴ
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nymphadora.
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Was it really smug of Nikolas to give himself a mental pat on the back for his stroke of genius? Yes. Did he give one single flying fuck? No, not at all. As the bookcase was moved, revealing their first clue as an edgy message with a poetic twist, Nik couldn’t help but think that he was giving Dajana a run for her money. Yes, he was feeling that self-satisfied. Of course, Nik’s burst of intelligence seemed to peak at just that one moment because afterwards, he had absolutely nothing to contribute. It was like a chain reaction, the domino pieces falling over as the rest of the team took the first clue and ran with it. Everything began falling into place and Nik was content to sit back for a moment and let all the smartarses handle it.
The Illusionist did what he does best: observe and gauge. He felt like it had been a while since they’d last had to think hard over something together, and even though they were working with one another, it still felt strangely dissonant. That would have to be fixed soon. The only thing that was more frustrating was Wil’s obliviousness to the feelings of their lovestruck gymnast.
Ideas kept flinging back and forth, and it might’ve been entertaining to watch the brainiacs hash it out if their lives weren’t potentially hanging on by a thread. Wandering eyes settled on Kaarle (one of the aforementioned brainiacs) and Nik remembered his earlier comment, affection warming away the chill of dread that had sunk deep into his bones. They were close enough for Nik to know what was hiding behind that quip. He dragged his gaze away to concentrate on what was being said, finding himself nodding along to words like ‘permutation’ and ‘cypher’ even though he had no clue what they meant.
Eventually, Dajana does swoop in and save the day with 9376 being their winning ticket out of there. Though Nik’s attention was snagged on the slightest twitch of Wil’s expression, her eyes looking particularly downcast from where he was standing. Like a few others, he wasn’t blind to how Wil had been abruptly cut off just as she was announcing her own discovery and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for her – but time was of the essence.
They were all herded out of the room with less than a minute to spare; a huge wave of relief washing over him, leaving him very grateful that he was still alive and in once piece. He knew that their trials were far from over but at least some of the pressure that had been building up from that stupid ticking noise had melted away. It was short-lived though. A creepy and painfully cliché villain’s cackle coming through a screen in the wall, the face of a young man greeting them. Well then. That definitely wasn’t Coldridge.
Nik stared as the stranger moved closer to the camera, desperately trying to grasp onto some semblance of recognition; but no, this guy was an unknown threat. The guy began talking but Nikolas zoned out as he tilted his head slightly. From that angle, the strange man wasn’t bad looking but he obviously didn’t even come close to holding a candle to -
“Nik, babe, how does it feel to be hardly trusted? I know how that feels, trust me.”
His train of thought was completely derailed and he didn’t have the time to think before his mask cracked, revealing a wounded and unguarded expression. An unreadable emotion glimmered in the depths of his green-blue eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. Damn, this guy really knew how to prod at the sore spots, didn’t he? It was an insecurity that Nik would’ve preferred to have kept buried forever but it would be easy enough to gloss over it through diversion.
“Wait, did he just call me babe?” Nik ‘accidentally’ thought aloud before quieting to listen to Merrick, Serena and Dev. If the mystery man’s parting comment was anything to go by, there was definitely something dodgy about that corridor and Nik didn’t really want to see what would happen if they didn’t trust his words. However, he still had no idea how they were going to figure out how to walk down it. For now, he’d do as advised and remain as still as possible.
His lips parted for a moment, about to say something, before thinking better of it. Nik didn’t think a little joke about throwing a sacrifice down the corridor would be appreciated right now. Instead, he’d ask about something else.
“Hey Murdoc, I don’t suppose you know that guy, do you? Looks like he has a bit of a vendetta against you and Coldridge.”
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nymphadora.
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Was it really smug of Nikolas to give himself a mental pat on the back for his stroke of genius? Yes. Did he give one single flying fuck? No, not at all. As the bookcase was moved, revealing their first clue as an edgy message with a poetic twist, Nik couldn’t help but think that he was giving Dajana a run for her money. Yes, he was feeling that self-satisfied. Of course, Nik’s burst of intelligence seemed to peak at just that one moment because afterwards, he had absolutely nothing to contribute. It was like a chain reaction, the domino pieces falling over as the rest of the team took the first clue and ran with it. Everything began falling into place and Nik was content to sit back for a moment and let all the smartarses handle it.
The Illusionist did what he does best: observe and gauge. He felt like it had been a while since they’d last had to think hard over something together, and even though they were working with one another, it still felt strangely dissonant. That would have to be fixed soon. The only thing that was more frustrating was Wil’s obliviousness to the feelings of their lovestruck gymnast.
Ideas kept flinging back and forth, and it might’ve been entertaining to watch the brainiacs hash it out if their lives weren’t potentially hanging on by a thread. Wandering eyes settled on Kaarle (one of the aforementioned brainiacs) and Nik remembered his earlier comment, affection warming away the chill of dread that had sunk deep into his bones. They were close enough for Nik to know what was hiding behind that quip. He dragged his gaze away to concentrate on what was being said, finding himself nodding along to words like ‘permutation’ and ‘cypher’ even though he had no clue what they meant.
Eventually, Dajana does swoop in and save the day with 9376 being their winning ticket out of there. Though Nik’s attention was snagged on the slightest twitch of Wil’s expression, her eyes looking particularly downcast from where he was standing. Like a few others, he wasn’t blind to how Wil had been abruptly cut off just as she was announcing her own discovery and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for her – but time was of the essence.
They were all herded out of the room with less than a minute to spare; a huge wave of relief washing over him, leaving him very grateful that he was still alive and in once piece. He knew that their trials were far from over but at least some of the pressure that had been building up from that stupid ticking noise had melted away. It was short-lived though. A creepy and painfully cliché villain’s cackle coming through a screen in the wall, the face of a young man greeting them. Well then. That definitely wasn’t Coldridge.
Nik stared as the stranger moved closer to the camera, desperately trying to grasp onto some semblance of recognition; but no, this guy was an unknown threat. The guy began talking but Nikolas zoned out as he tilted his head slightly. From that angle, the strange man wasn’t bad looking but he obviously didn’t even come close to holding a candle to -
“Nik, babe, how does it feel to be hardly trusted? I know how that feels, trust me.”
His train of thought was completely derailed and he didn’t have the time to think before his mask cracked, revealing a wounded and unguarded expression. An unreadable emotion glimmered in the depths of his green-blue eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. Damn, this guy really knew how to prod at the sore spots, didn’t he? It was an insecurity that Nik would’ve preferred to have kept buried forever but it would be easy enough to gloss over it through diversion.
“Wait, did he just call me babe?” Nik ‘accidentally’ thought aloud before quieting to listen to Merrick, Serena and Dev. If the mystery man’s parting comment was anything to go by, there was definitely something dodgy about that corridor and Nik didn’t really want to see what would happen if they didn’t trust his words. However, he still had no idea how they were going to figure out how to walk down it. For now, he’d do as advised and remain as still as possible.
His lips parted for a moment, about to say something, before thinking better of it. Nik didn’t think a little joke about throwing a sacrifice down the corridor would be appreciated right now. Instead, he’d ask about something else.
“Hey Murdoc, I don’t suppose you know that guy, do you? Looks like he has a bit of a vendetta against you and Coldridge.”
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-- the lost king --
kaden ronda
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ShadyAce
nymphadora.
Blatherskiter
sereiin
sophie.
Chione
"I'm not a broken kid. I'm a broken killer. "
location: the fucking annoying room
with: everyone, the whole killer crew
tags:
ShadyAce
nymphadora.
Blatherskiter
sereiin
sophie.
Chione
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