Fantasy Hosoku

[Hell0NHighWater]

You are a citizen of the kingdom of Aeora, a highly religious medieval civilization centered around one massive castle-city built with eight walls dividing each district from poorer commoner districts on the outer ring, to beautiful noble districts towards the center.


Outside the city walls the kingdom is surrounded in grassy plains, farmland, and forests on the East coast. While rugged cliffs and sandy beaches that open up to the ocean dominate the Western coast. There are no known kingdoms or lands known beyond the far reaches of the Kingdom Aeora.


Knowledge and education is completely controlled by the church, however most citizens can read and write whether they be a noble or peasant. Your character, whether they be born into Luxuror (Noble) or a Casualry (Commoner) family and male or female, must be between the ages of 16-18 and are currently gathering towards the Monastery District at the heart of the city to undergo a "Gauntlet Rite". The Rite itself is to see if God has chosen you to serve as a samurai, both the police and military forces in Aeora. It is their duty to defend the kingdom against Yokai throughout the land and most important to delve underground and fight back the bulk of the demonic horde as they pore through the underground cavern "Karakul" at the very center of the city. Many are turned down during this event and those chosen are forced to leave their families in service to the samurai and God. To some of you this is your first time ever in the capital city as you journey from the far outreaching villages, others have trained all their lives in waiting for this day. To others, they just wait to be rejected by the rite and to continue their normal lives.


This is where our story begins.


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Aeora

Zotami

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Other then that little list of me nagging, there isn't really much. Have an awesome time and put Law or Chaos somewhere in your character sheet.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Side by side Lukas and about 50 fellow teenagers marched through the crowded city; pass the Noble's District, the Temple District, and then finally into a large fort set beside the King's own castle. The whole thing reminded him of a parade, with the exception of the cheering and festivities. Rotating his shoulders lightly he continued to follow the 'cattle' to the destination before them. As he strolled up through the last stair case and up towards the front gate, he couldn't help but notice the rows of grown men and women dressed in blue military uniforms that lined the sides of the stairs. One by one, each salute by pressing their closed fists up against their chests, their heads held high and proud. Lukas watched in slight awe, ignoring the fretting parents around him. He was alarmed at how many of these families supported their child today. Frowning, he fought back the bitter taste in his mouth instead deciding to focus on the steps before him. At the top of the stairs a closed gate came into view and the crowd stops. Murmuring fills the silence, a wave of nervousness and eagerness swept over Lukas and he shifted from one foot to another.


An old man with a bald head and a scar across his left eye steps forth and stands directly in front of the doors and faces the crowd. Lukas took note of the fact that he was dressed in the same blue uniforms as the other soldiers, but carries a red sash across his chest showing that he holds office over the other soldiers.


"Hello and welcome to Fort Hope." He paused, his voice gravelly and deep as his eyes swept over the wave of people.


"My name is Commander Mirco and I'd like to be the first to thank all of you children, and parents, for attending the Rite and for-filling your mandatory duty to our kingdom." He announced to the crowd, that man's authority over the situation made Lukas scowl. Authority was not something he liked very much.


"It is now that I ask the parents to return below. Only those attending the Rite shall be allowed continue." He states, looking down and closing his eyes. Lukas's eyes wander the crowd watching many of the parents turning around to leave after saying final goodbyes. There were a couple though that would not leave so willingly, only to be forced out by the soldiers. Much to Lukas's utter amusement. He looked back to Mirco as he opens his eyes after the silence and screaming of the parents rebelling settles. With a breath, Commander Micro returned all of his focus to the teenagers.


"Have Strength. For most of you, this will be over soon." With that, he waves his arm for the gates to be opened.


"Must not be much of a speech maker." Lukas remarked before forcing his attention back on the mass of bodies moving him forward.


The gates slide open and the group escorted into a large plaza with a massive statue of a soldier, that is armed with a sword and shield, in a heroic pose. Lukas takes time to admire the statue, trying to remember who it was that was so important they immortalized them. The golden gates closed and were swiftly locked behind them, the ringing of metal echoing in Lukas's ears. Several priests, all of them not so good looking, dressed in holy robes step forth with a large parchment of paper.


"Matthew Ableton... Please step forth."


Calls one of the priests with a frail voice. A young boy steps forward nervously and the priests take him towards the front of the statue. Another scowl escaped onto Lukas's features. Now they had to wait. After walking through gate after gate. His eyebrow twitched in irritation, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his name to be called.

 

[PKCV2]

~15 minutes prior to march~


Sheets of sweat coated the bodies of the two lone occupants that were sparring at a training yard. Sparks were created as metal struck metal. The sharp clangs ringing into the air. Grunts and short battle cries were emitted from their mouths as they swung their weapons through the air.


Swoosh


Hel barely sidestepped the overhand swing of the axe, the blade embedding itself into the ground. Hesitation took hold of her battle instincts, her icy eyes wide with uncertainty, her breathing becoming quick as she tried her best to suck in air. The man with the axe urged her on.


Hel stepped forward to go for a stab but got a quick jab to the face, causing her to stumble backwards. Her vision realigned to see the man force his axe out of the ground and thrust the wooden shaft at her face. She didn't know if it was sheer desperation or just pure instinct but she sidestepped again, grabbing the wooden shaft with her right hand, her shortsword falling to the ground, and swung her mace, quickly and heavily, a sharp cry of pain and the sound of crushing metal hit her ears. The axe fell, giving Hel the feeling of safety as she looked to the man, a dent was apparent on the side where her mace struck, the big man stared at her hard, she held his gaze.


A full minute later he burst into laughter.


"You're ready girl! The Rite starts soon so you better go before you're late!"


He was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes beaming at the girl in front of him, who had stepped forward, wrapping her arms around the man, not able to fully envelop him, the side of her head was pressed against his chestplate.


"I'll miss you Tyr."


In response Tyr trapped the girl into a bear hug, releasing her shortly after. He put his giant hand on her shoulder, his frame blocking out the sun from reaching Hel.


"And I'll miss you, but your time is up! The life of a samurai awaits."


With that the two separated, a little longer than either would have liked.


~The march~


Hel marched through the streets in a wave of young adults, ranging from the wealthy to the poor. The sweat was gone, her clothing was smoothed out and her hair was back to it's normal, spiky, and curly position, gently flowing in the slight breeze. Hel had taken it upon herself to surround herself with other nobles as they walked.


They trudged up numerous stairsteps and gates, soldiers in matching blue uniforms saluting as they passed, parents moving with the crowd. The group had finally stopped at closed gates, a bald and scarred man taking position in front of everybody, Hel knew well that he was of higher position. He spoke, his voice making itself very well heard by everyone as he made introductions and excusing the parents, at which the teenagers were free to say their goodbyes for the time being. Hel looked around, spotting her parents at the the back of the crowd, her brothers missing. Frowning she waved a distant goodbye, turning before receiving a goodbye from her parents, she was too eager for goodbyes.


Once everyone but the teenagers had cleared the area, they were escorted in a large plaza, Hel looked at everything in awe, having never seen this particular area, only hearing stories about it. Her thoughts were broken by the entrance of priests, causing Hel to immediately pay her undivided attention. They started calling names and so she waited.

 

[Girouette]

Onia. For a quick summary, Was extremely agitated.


This whole day...No. week was frankly terrible, nothing had gone according to plan. In fact, it was most likely the worst week of his entire life.


You see, exactly 7 major things had gone wrong that week, First off and most important, He had been stripped away of his luxurious bedroom and forced to wander in close proximity with what seemed like hundred other youth. But that wasn't even what he most annoyed at. For see, even worse tragedies had occurred to his poor soul. The largest of which being that he had missed his morning tea with a group of aristocratic 'friends'. In truth the tea was to be for his sick mother and to discuss her will. But Onia did enjoy the cookies that came with the tea, and this complaint was largely in his mind due to today being the occasion. And it would be going on with out him.


Despite that, he had a somewhat fake smile spread across his face. You see, Onia could not express his dismay at the current state of affairs, and as he was marched along with the other 50 youth. The only thought in his mind was how it would be over soon.


Whatever dreadful technique they used to whittle down and decide samurais, It would, for sure, reject him, he was not Samurai quality. And he never wished to become one. In fact he was only here because it was a legacy he was held to continue.


Sure, the rejection would be met with disgrace. But he would be back to his normal life before he knew it.


And as they ended up stopping. He was still lost in his fantasy of eventually getting home and having quite a grand feast to celebrate his non-selection. And as he was snapped out of it by the speaker asking all escorts to leave. And the servant relegated to following him left. He was almost relived that no one who knew him would be there to hear the news of him not being selected. Although that was getting ahead of himself.


And with that. he waited in line. To hopefully get rejected. And return home for his grand feast he was already planning in his mind.

 

[Jason Carlile]

Logan leaned up against a pole before the march started. He had never been to a city before. Very different. So many people. Where do they all go? He sighed and got up and finished his water. He took up a lot of water for today. He followed the directions to the march ceremony. He took place in the back of the line. He didn't mind leading, but he rather be at the back. No special reason, just his preference. And they walked, Logan if anything was dying of boredom. My god, can these people go any slower? He turned and saw people with their parents. Logan smirked. If only they knew.


They finally reached the palace. He did his breathing exercises and tested his grip on his blade. It was a grand palace. He has never been to a place this extravagant. "Much cleaner than back home." He said under his breath to no one in particular. A few of the Nobles chuckled at his remarked and Logan didn't care. He was lost on the trials and what they would do. Maybe he'd be the best, or the worst. All in all Logan knew he had to pass. For his father's sake.


He looked around when priest's came in. He gave them his attention and unlike most of the people who stood straighter than bamboo back at home, he relaxed his body. Before every battle he tried to let his body become loose and let the wind and instinct take over. But he hated how he couldn't go completely into that state. Instead he became at peace with himself and watched the people walk up when their name was called, excited about their chance. For Logan, this wasn't about glory, or living the dream. This is was for his father. And to get vengeance on the demons who killed him.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

This Matthew guy returns after a few minuets, rubbing his wrist in pain and is escorted by two samurai towards an exit.


The Gods, apparently, did not choose him to be a samurai Lukas thought with slight disdain. The priests return and pull out that same sheet of parchment that they had read from before.


"Thomas Kicha!" Is called and that boy steps forth. A bulk and strong character with a smile on his face as if he was waiting for this day all his life. Lukas gave an annoyed glance as the kid brushed past him, oblivious to everything but the large looming statue that they were being led to. Moments later, he returns rejected with a devastated look on his face.


"Isabel Lachance!" Is called and she steps forward. A strong farmhand of a woman looking prepared. Walks back, rejected.


Looking confused, Lukas watched as one by one, these people were coming back rejected. Either thrilled with the thought, or completely crushed.


"Mary LaChance!" Is called and a small, frail, but pretty young woman steps forth nervously. Lukas started to actually twiddle his thumbs when moments later a loud piercing scream resonated from where they are taking people. No one returns...


"Jim Boya" is called and he steps forward looking more nervous than anyone else now.


Minutes go by and finally the priest returns once again, his eyes scanning the crowd before calling another name.


"Onia..." Lukas noted the slight confusion the priest's face as he studied the last name on the paper. He thought it was unusual for them to just pause like that.


"Touswor." The old man finished, looking up at the crowd expectantly.


The second priest took the parchment before calling out a second name. "Hel Farron!"


Stunned, Lukas stood there in shock they were calling two at a time now. His eyes swept the crowd, but everyone seemed just as thrown off by the sudden change.

 

[Yanipurr]

Madara was happy his whole life so far has been building up for this moment. A chance to become a samurai its been his dream from when he was young until now. The rich life was over and his new life begins or so he hoped at least. His life's training and waiting all for this and you never guess what... he was late. So he rushed into the building trying not to make a scene which just made him make more of a scene.


Madara looked towards the priest did I miss my name was it ever even call questions came into Madara's mind and he began to panic he just must become a samurai. He then noticed the crowd seemed shocked was someone missing or was it him did he miss his chance from him being late. He calmed down and decided just too look at the priest who knows he might get lucky he began to listen closely just to make sure he could hear his name if it did get called out.

 

[PKCV2]

There the crowd stood, some nervously awaited, others stood with their heads held high, then there were the people who tried to hide themselves, no use considering they couldn't hide from the calls of the priests. Hel herself awaited in cold sweat, she watched the first boy get called, soon returning with a look of rejection. Not helping her nerves she resorted to looking down at her feet, shifting ever so slightly. More names were called, the crowd was growing thinner was the rejected left, some never returned, a fact made very clear as there were occasional screams. Hel felt about ready to leave but steeled herself. She made a commitment to Tyr about how she was going to become a samurai, her fears weren't stopping her today.


More were called, none returning with happy looks until two names were called. Hel jerked her head up to look at the priests as if to confirm what she heard. The remaining teenagers murmured as one, everyone had no idea what was happening. Dismissing the sudden change she weaved her way through the crowd, pushing, shoving, ducking, and dancing her way through. Her mace hung from her left hip, the shortsword was sheathed and hung horizontally a little above her bottom. The weapons made it harder as they collided into the people.


Finally making her way to the front, she found herself and one other boy out of the crowd. Onia she guessed. Hel followed the priests to the statue, multiple gauntlets were placed onto an altar. She knew what came next. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, her hand hovered above a gauntlet and selected it. She awaited her fate with bated breath.

 

[Girouette]

As they started calling names and bringing in a few of his fellow recruits. He was glad to see that quite a few were being rejected. And it raised his hopes of getting out of this unscathed.


And then there was a scream.


A scream that seemed to pierce his very soul, one that made him silenelty cry in fear.


What had happened. He did not know, and that was the essence of his fear. And as no one exited, he could only assume they had been selected, and then the terror that he was a prime candidate for selection and that getting rejected would be the most likely outcome.


And then. And after a few more moment of anxiety. his name was called and he felt his spirit being wrenched from his body as he. Quite elegantly walked up to the front of the line, and only a quick glace at the girl next to him before they escorted him into the statue. And instructed him to put his hand over a gauntlet.


Wanting to get over with it, He quickly went to the closet one and set his hand above it.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Lukas watched, waiting for something to happen. For screams to echo through the plaza, but nothing happened. No one moved as the third priest came out alone this time. Lukas tried to look around the people in front of him but it was no use, as much as he tried to see what was going on he couldn't make out anything. "Lukas Nightingale, Madara Luxenbirg, and Logan Sanada."


Lukas furrowed his eyebrows, something wasn't adding up here. It was like they were now picking select people based off of something. Weaving his way through people, he made his was to follow after the third priest. He saw the other two from before, holding gauntlets in their hands. Tentatively, Lukas picked up a silver gauntlet. It looked rusted and extremely old, not something someone would think to pick.


The gauntlet felt heavy and uncomfortable in his hands. After a few moments the glove sudden tightens around his arm and painfully chokes it, causing Lukas to give out a slightly surprised gasp. Across the top of gauntlet the metal opens up and displays a lit screen showing icons and writing unknown to him. The three priests gasp in amazement, all of them looking at the rest of the small group as it all happened to them as well. "God's light is revealing himself to you! To you all! Embrace his ever lasting love! Become a Samurai!" The head priest yells as all the other priest begin to chant like crazy. A silver icon shows up on Lukas's screen covering it in this unknown text. Within a few seconds, Lukas stumbles back feeling as if something is pushing it's way into his mind. His eyes shut reflexively, trying to stop the painful invasion. Looking down at the gauntlet, icons shift, suddenly making more sense. He froze, it was like he was reading in plain English now and not some creepy language. The biggest icon flashes, the word "activate" appearing across the small screen. Lukas bit his lip, wanting to press it. He looked up at the others, seeing the same startled expressions on all of their faces.


"Go on boy...press it."


The voice in the back of his mind intrudes into his thoughts and he stares at the contraption for an increasingly long moment.


((A little explanation here, so the gauntlets have a demon's soul bound to them. This demon is like your character's guide throughout the story. You can choose gender, personality, motives, etc. Just know that this demon soul your character is bound with can only be heard by that character but can communicate with the other gauntlets when pressed together. The demons also give your characters specific boost like agility, strength, intelligence, healing, destructive magic, and stealth. So you can also pick one of those here as well))

 

[PKCV2]

Nothing? Was she dead? No...a constricting feeling was upon her arm, well that was good, it let her know she was alive. The grip on her arm tightened, and kept tightening, wrapping itself securely in a painful way causing her to let out a small, strangled cry. Hel opened her eyes, sucking in air as she realized she was holding her breath and she noticed it. The gauntlet was causing the feeling, the metal piece of equipment had attached itself to her, looking around she saw five others, including the Onia boy with the gauntlets on their arms. She would've felt triumphant but a glowing light caught her attention, the gauntlet had opened up, displaying a bright little screen, something she'd never seen before.


The priests were talking like crazed men but she ignored them, entranced by the queer little thing before her eyes. Foreign symbols cover the screen, a splitting headache erupted in her mind, she let out a quiet scream, clutching her hair in a fist, then a warm and loving feeling spread though her mind. A sultry voice spoke up, sounding like a polar opposite to Hel.


Look at that button young one...press it, don't be shy, I am not abandoning you anytime soon.


Hel released her hair, completely confused, this voice sounded so...ladylike...almost seductive. She immediately felt distaste for this voice but took notice of what the voice was pointing out, a big icon was spread across the screen. She took a few moments to look at the others before doing anything else.


(( Hope I did the demon thing correctly. ))

 

[Yanipurr]

Madara Watched and listened and then he heard it the echoing scream but nothing happened. Everyone stood still not moving as the third priest came and then he heard it the moment he has been waiting for the next three names where "Lukas Nightingale, Madara Luxenbirg, and Logan Sanada". He saw a boy walk out before him.


Madara couldn't have been happier. "Its finally happening." Madara muttered as he gently pushed his way though the people which took longer than expected since he was near the very back, he made his way to the priest who he followed watching the person who got there before him. He noticed two other who were called before him or so he thought anyway since he missed quite a bit of it. The other two had gauntlets in their hands giving him a hint on that to do. He approached a gauntlet and picked up a maroon-ish colored one looking old but in pristine condition. It was heavy but not the heaviest thing he has ever held. Within a few moments he place the gauntlet on his hand looking around to hear a slight gasp coming from another and without him noticing it tightened around his arm like someone has tired a rope around it and was pulling on the rope. Madara didn't gasp but clenched his fist to stop the pain. The top of the gantlet opened to show a lit screen and writing in a text unknown to him. The three priests gasp in amazement, all of them looking at the rest of the small group as it all happened to them as well. "God's light is revealing himself to you! To you all! Embrace his ever lasting love! Become a Samurai!" The head priest yells as all the other priest begin to chant like crazy. A maroon icon showed up on Madara's screen covering it in the unknown text. Soon after... pain he Madara was stumbling like a mad man and his eyes shut. All of a sudden everything seemed to make more sense. He looked at the screen which was now in English and he could read it. The biggest icon read "activate" appearing across the small screen. Madara stared at the button the unknown was fun to him he wanted to press it looking to see what the rest were doing. Then seemingly out of no where a voice spoke but no ones mouth movied like it was in his head the voice spoke.


"Come boy don't keep me waiting press it." It was a soft feminine voice which sounded like it was trying to tempt him not seductive in the least but instead a cunning voice.


He stopped and turned to the others to see what they would do.

 

[Girouette]

As the Gauntlet clutched around Onia's hand, all that could run through his mind was a cry of terror and that was all he could vocalize was the yelp of fear and pain.


"No no no no no no no no" He mumbled as the gauntlet started to glow and tears were dripping from his eyes.


The Priests started dancing and chanting in a frankly cultist manner. But all Onia could think of was that he had failed. Failed in his goal to not be a samurai, and at his point he could no longer think of keeping his facade and calmness. And was now tears almost silently dripped from his eyes. getting his rather nice shirt wet. His culmination of fears had got him. And he almost for a second considered attacking one of the priests in a tantrum like rage telling them to take it away from him when a strong invasive thoughts pushed into his mind. Making way for itself by removing that thought.


This headache that would have been brought along with this was unneeded. As Onia's mind was already in pain and terror.


And then the voice spoke to him.


Why do you cry? Wipe your fears away.





And at that point, Onia's tears seemed to dry up instantly. And he felt an overwhelming urge to press the large blinking button on his gauntlet now.


He believed the voice for some reason. That his Fears would be removed if he just gave in, And everything would be okay...All he had to do was press the button. It was everything he ever wanted. His fears to be erased. And this voice was offering it...All he had to do was reach out toward the gauntlet.


And so he did.

 

[Jason Carlile]

Logan walked up, slowly and saw a few choices of gauntlets along with the other people called out. A selected few. Strange. Wonder why. He saw many gauntlets. But one was calling him. "You seek vengeance. But yet you also look at peace. Choose me. I will guide you on your path." He turned and saw the gauntlet. It was a dark blue, with silver lines running up and down the gauntlet. He walked to it, and he stuck his hand out.


The gauntlet jumped on his left hand, binding to his arm. It got tighter, and tighter. Logan gritted his teeth when it got to the point of hurting. Finally the pain stopped and the gauntlet whirled to life. Wind like symbols lit up around the gauntlet and he felt a surge of power. "I am Yasuo, the wind demon." He said as a screen popped up. Revealing signs and symbols and he pushed the one that said "Activate." He did and he felt his body become light, like the wind. But he felt even powerful. He came back from his trance and looked at the gauntlet. It fit perfectly, like it was tailor made for him. He touched his blade and he felt and heard the wind coming from the gauntlet.


"I am an extension of your sword. Wind. You can use my power. But you got to learn it. Within time you will become as strong as your father."


Logan's heart raced. How do you know my father? His curiosity burning. But he simply got "I know many things." He sighed and stepped back. Waiting for everyone else.

 

[PKCV2]

Hel watched one of the boys touch the 'activate' button. Nothing noticeable on the exterior happened, frowning in confusion she decided to stop delaying the inevitable. Slowly she raised a finger to the icon, lightly tapping it. Immediately she felt...limber? She felt like she could stretch as far as she wanted, this greatly confused her, even a bit of disappointment crept upon her thoughts. This was it?


Hey...I'm a demon designated with love, child. But a woman of your...assets...can surely find a way to use this gift offensively. Also my name is Freyja...since you had every intention of asking, but it's fine...it's hard to make me mad.


Hel just sulked in silence, wondering how she was going to live with something with a behavior like this. Taking another look at the gauntlet, it was primarily white, with black-colored edges and a design of a lightning bolt, trimmed in gold. Feeling anxious for whatever came next she eagerly awaited for everyone else to activate their gauntlets.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Lukas glanced at two in the group who had pressed their buttons already.


"Let's go boy, it's not wise to keep me waiting."


The male voice inside his head radiated impatience.


With a single sigh, Lukas pressed silver button with his thumb. He felt like a blanket of shadows had been wrapped around him, encasing his body in a shroud of darkness. Something surged up his body, a pain ringing in his head bringing him down to one knee. Closing his eyes, Lukas desperately tried to control the feeling of darkness seeping into him.


A chilling laughter reverberated down his spine, making him grind his teeth together.


"Well done boy. I am Uriel, try not to wear it out."


The bored tone made Lukas glare at the piece of Iron clamped onto his flesh.


"Arrogant bastard." Lukas growled out loud without meaning to. He willed himself to stand up straight, his body still throbbing in pain. He felt no power flowing through him, only an intense need to throw something at the Priest's head. They were all still bantering in whatever language they felt like they should be bantering in.

 

[Yanipurr]

Madara watched as the three had already pushed their buttons.


"I know you want too boy push the button or do you really have no manners and are going to keep a girl waiting."


The soft feminine voice said.


"Well most of the other's have done it so why not." Madara muttered but hesitated watching one of the people with gauntlet on growing angry but that didn't stop him from pushing the maroon button with his index finger. Unlike the boy before Madara he don't go to one knee but instead placed a hand over his left eye only, grabbing it and made a face full of pain. When he removed his hand from his eye he found out that it was bleeding but it seemed self inflicted from him grabbing his eye. They was a feeling of regret and darkness which he was trying to control or if need be suppress.


"Nice work boy...I'm Vasilisa."


The feminine voice sounded almost happy but at the same time cunning like she knew it was going to happen.


Madara smiled as he looked at the maroon colored gauntlet but felt no different except now he had a voice in his head.


Madara heard the priest bickering on and just wanted them to shut up as if the voice in his head wasn't enough he had the priest talking at the same time in a unknown language to him

 

[Girouette]

As Onia touched the button. He realized the mistake he had made.


His hand seemed to stop in place as he pressed the button his hand froze in midair. As if it was frozen in stone...Or perhaps he was paralyzed by some unseen Medusa creature.


In truth. It was Fear. As he touched the the Activate button. Fear seemed to spread up from his hand and permeate his very bones.


He began shaking very violently. Almost convulsing. As the fear and cold sweat that came with it reached his head. And he heard the voice speak again in his mind


"You are a fool. Onia, you have given in to fear. And you will pay for it. You are alone now. Alone with no one but me. You are a coward and a disgrace to your father. And now you have accepted Fear into you..You have failed at everything."


White Fire flashed in front of his eyes. Or was he seeing things? And instantly. His greatest fears seemed to be ever so real.


At this point he had broken down. Whatever was in this gauntlet lied. It was not a way out of fear. This creature seemed to enjoy verbally abusing his mind was not an avenue out of fear. But it was Fear itself.


By the time this event had finished and the Demon had shut up. He was on the floor bawling his eyes out.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

((Sorry guys, I was busy....e_e ))


Lukas watched one of the boys fall to his knees and start crying. He couldn't tell if the kid was scared or in pain as everyone else seemed to be.


"Hey. Are you okay?"


Lukas found his voice and was at least grateful for that. Some part of him felt kind of disgusted that he was being compassionate, but he figured from the annoyed Avatar flashing on the screen of his Gauntlet it probably was Uriel throwing the fit. Lukas looked around, figuring that this was probably the only group that were going to get these....things. Though how the Priests figured out how all of these kids were going to be Samurai was beyond weird. Footsteps approaching, caused Lukas to lift his eyes from the crying Nobel brat on the floor. A girl, full clad armor and a green gauntlet attached to her left hand, stood before the group. The serious expression on her face made Lukas's skin crawl.


"My name is Lieutenant Haze. I would like to be the first to congratulate all of you."


She sent a glare towards the Priests and they quickly quieted, though still moving their hands like they were in deep prayer. Lukas scoffed slightly, she was probably just another person in power to flaunt it in everyone's face. Her cold grey eyes moved around the group before she turned, keeping her hands behind her back.


"Very well then. If you all would follow me."


Haze started walking away before she paused looking over her shoulder with an irritated expression. Lukas looked down at the boy before pulling him to his feet, he looked at his face before letting go of his collar.


"If you keep crying, everyone inside will eat you alive."


Lukas kept his voice low, he knew how people were and he knew all too well how the strong victimized the weak. It was a disgusting fact, yet all too true for his liking. Heading off in the direction Haze was going, he slipped his hands in his pockets.

 

[Girouette]

Onia was shook from his violent...Tantrum, as it is, by someone rather violently grabbing him by the collar and hoisting him up.


This actually was a welcome thin, as it shocked him out of his catatonic state, and as he stared into the blue eyes of the person holding him at the throat. His mind slightly cleared up from the fears of this demon in his mind.


And then the person spoke. And simply told him to stop crying. And Onia realized that he was simply being scolded for breaking out into tears. And that someone else was probably now disappointed in him.


Luckily this sadness kept his fear at bay as he followed the group to wherever they were being lead.


(Sorry for the short post. Not much to go on)