Fantasy Music Box

[Bawadaboo]

'this guy's out of his mind'

 

[Priya]

Luke glanced at the man pointing at him. "So the machine assigned us elements? What does that mean?" he looked back at Celene. "Does that mean I'm earth?" What could that mean? Did their magic correspond to the elements the machine had given them? That must be the powers they'd have to face the tasks ahead.

 

[sox]

Celene looked back at Lucas, eyes full of wonder and trepidation. "I'm not quite sure what all this means," she began slowly, "but we should probably learn how to control it, or we might just go blind." She motioned towards the human torch in the corner, Quinn. "At least mine isn't affecting others. I think." She scowled at the thought of it.


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[SkyFilms]

The antisocial Neah peaked up from the Journels contents as he over heard the interesting topic between the two individuals Luke, and ice pelted Celene.


As the brightness of the room began to conflict with his already terrible vision which might as well belonged to an old man the brunette slipped on his frames and searched the room for the familiar boy who had fallen on the Dixie girl. His gaze landed on him and he wondered if this was his unintentional doing, the light reflected off of Neahs eyewear as he pushed them farther up his nose.


Thinking about the gust of wind that unlike others didn't push him off the ground or cause him to stumble on top of any other individuals. Air, the invisible force which they breathed constantly had been contributed to him. Now this fictional piece had not been conversed between the two males he had snuck the earlier information from.

 

[Priya]

Luke shook his head. "No, you're okay. That guy is giving me one hell of a headache, though," he said, more to himself than to Celene. "Hey!" he shouted, "is there a dimmer on that thing? We're being blinded over here!" For the first time in his life, Luke actually shook is pitch-dark hair over his eyes to shield himself from the growing light.

 

[Cyan]

Cian slowly relaxed, his little burst of energy depleted. He quickly shielded his eyes as the light intensified and silently made his way back to the sleeping figure. He was surprised that someone could still sleep through everything that was happening. Cian was one of the only ones who hadn't received a 'gift' yet, though it was completely by choice. It seemed like all the elements had been taken so there was no way of knowing what he would get. The prospect of the unknown intrigued him but at the same time made him afraid. Something as dangerous and unpredictable as this shouldn't be rushed.

 

[sox]

Celene squinted at Quinn, trying to think up ways to quell his irritating brightness. Slipping off the cardigan covering her sundress, she marched over and draped it over his face, successfully cutting off a small portion of the light. "That's somewhat better," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. She was suddenly cold as the iciness of her nature hit her heart. Teeth chattering, Celene rubbed her arms and sat down, huddling up in the corner of the room. "I've r-really... gotta learn t-to...control this," she managed, shivering.


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[Priya]

Luke began to make his way over to Celene to see if she was alright when he himself felt a heavy weight crash down to his chest. He gasped for air, feeling like a ton of bricks had collapsed on top of him. Luke fell to his knees, choking for breath. Was this what Earth felt like? He just felt like he was suffocating.

 

[sox]

Celene gasped and scooted over to Lucas, nudging him with her foot. "H-hey," she said. "What's happening?" He seemed to be struggling a lot more than her. "Something's ch-choking him!" she called back to the others, before a massive headache from the coldness hit her. Celene cried out and clutched her hands over her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. She needed to control it, and fast, but she had no idea how. What was she supposed to do? It wasn't like the magic came with a guide. Willpower, she told herself. That's gotta be it. Trying her best to concentrate through the searing pain, she ordered the magic within her to calm down with all of her might. It resisted at first, but slowly, the migraine faded to a dull throb as her body temperature increased slightly. It still wasn't where it was supposed to be, but this was a start.


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[Priya]

Luke grasped at Celene, still heaving for air. He tried to focus, but his current oxygen-deprived state was not ideal for extreme concentration. Luke was sure this had something to do with the Earth thing, and that he should probably be able to keep it under control with sheer will. He sat up a bit and took a shaky breath, still gasping for air, but just slightly better.

 

[sox]

Celene watched as Lucas grasped at her leg, feeling horrible that she was unable to help. When he finally sat up, however, she scooted over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, worried. "How's it feel? Are you better?" Despite being only 21, her motherly instincts from taking care of her younger brother kicked in. She wanted to inspect Luke to make sure that everything was intact, but figuring he wouldn't appreciate that, she held back.


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[Cyan]

Cian was a mask of indifference but inside he was riddled with concern. He had forced himself to not rush over and help the two, instead closing his eyes and choosing to take in the new information. So the powers or abilities had a somewhat of a nasty backlash after a certain amount of time after receiving them. He reasoned that it wouldn't go as far as to kill them since that would just make the whole fact of a labyrinth useless. It seemed that his theory was correct as the two others slowly began to recover.


He turned towards the still sleeping figure and mentally sighed. Staying in an enclosed space with people that have unstable elemental powers all added up to terrible outcomes. So he steeled himself as he made a final, and slightly barbaric decision. At first Cian lightly tapped the person on the cheek, then the tap turned into a rough patting, which led to a hesitant and rather painful slap across the face.

 

[Madi]

Kent had been passed out on the floor, much like the others had been, but was still not fully awake. He did, however, abruptly sit upright, just as he was smacked across the face. "W-what?! What are you doing?!" He yelled, upset, though more worried about wherever his cane went to, as it was harboring his sword.

 

[cykomaria]

Vanna bit her lip as she tentatively moved forward, her eyes darting around at the moans of pain and sudden displays of magic. She didn't know what to do at all; feeling so out of place, she was in a peculiar predicament. As far as she could remember, Vanna was out riding her bike at night, with her friends trailing a little ways behind her. The night air felt so cool and calming, and she couldn't help but feel pleased with how well her life turned out.


"Vannaaaaa, slow down!"


With a lighthearted giggle, Vanna pedaled faster. "Not a chance!"


Rising from the bike seat, she felt the cold air "lift" her as the bicycle wheel left the ground for a split second, and in that instant, she could feel her stomach rising as her eyes opened wide in that newfound freedom.


Then it all came crashing down.


She woke up a bit later than the rest, but the cries of pain and surprise pulled her from a dark pool of unconsciousness. Pushing up slowly, her vision became sharper as her senses returned, and she felt as if all the air had been knocked out of her chest. It took a couple minutes for her to rationalize her surroundings, but sooner or later–in the midst of the stranger's obliviousness to her presence–she realized exactly where she was and why she was here. Well, less "why her" and more "the-general-concept-of-what-and-why" sort of thing.


So there she stood, in front of the odd looking machine, her attention turned from the strangers she didn't have a chance to meet yet, and to the contraption that didn't seem to belong there. "Here goes nothing.." she told herself firmly, mustering a bit of courage as she reached out for the handle and pulled.


The machine went to work immediately, making her heart freeze as it did it's work. The images spun too quickly for her to see otherwise, and came to an abrupt stop, a function too odd for the typical slot machine and an attribute too unique to fit any other mechanic. With bated breath, she peered at the image, wondering what god-awful aspect she was going to be given. The picture was of a match.


"Wha-?"


She couldn't finish her statement before the machine spit out one too many matches directly at her, and she quickly raised her hands to shield her face. One of the matches poked her right in the eye, and she gave a squeak of pain. "Okay, now that was uncalled for!" she exclaimed, taken aback by the slot machine's obvious lack of manners. "Even Sin City has better protocols than you, dumb slot machine." The machine spit out another match for good measure, and she backed away.


Rubbing her eye in some part surprise, two parts anger, all parts "are you for real right now", Vanna blushed slightly as she turned to face the rest of the group. "U-uhm..so it just spit matches at me and I know that's not exactly String Theory but could someone explain to me why I just got poked in the eye with a stick of wood? That'd be great." Vanna offered a shy smile.

 

[Cyan]

Cian turned around at the sounds of the slot machine whirring to life. He was surprised to find a girl whom he had not before seen before standing in front of the contraption as if she had been there the entire time. Nonetheless, Cian brushed the feeling aside and watched as an image of a match appeared on the screen followed by a barrage of the tiny sticks that pelted the unsuspecting girl. He picked a stray one that had landed by his side, examining it. "A fire elemental..." He mummered quietly.

 

[cykomaria]

"Eh?" Vanna cocked her head to the side, looking at the boy in confusion. She felt a tingling in her palms grow, and she raised her hand in front of her face. From what she could see, her hands were completely normal, albeit a bit red. "Fire? But.." She tentatively touched her left palm with the fingertips of her right hand. Everything felt completely normal; at least, Vanna couldn't feel any difference in temperature. Looking around at the other people who were displaying obvious signs of their power, she turned to Cian with a confused look on her face. "I can get how matches mean fire, but nothing's happened to me yet. Like, here." She raised her hands and clapped, expecting nothing to happen. Except a spark appeared and a flash of fire spiraled in between her hands before burning out just as quick as it appeared.

 

[Cyan]

Cian gave a slight wince as the sparks seemed to descend all around him, the smell of smoke wafting through his nose. He looked up at the girl and offered a rather blank, but knowing stare. "Learn control" Cian stated, eyeing the girls hands with a bit of apprehension. Fire was destructive but at the same time beneficial to ones survival. He wasn't sure what to make of the girl yet or whether her abilities would prove to be either harmful or useful to the group. Only time could tell.


"You've got several minutes before your backlash begins" He added, remembering Celene and Lucas' transition process all to well. Cian didn't know how the girls new elemental powers would affect her but something as dangerous as fire could prove to be a somewhat painful experience. He wanted her prepared before facing it.

 

[cykomaria]

Vanna nodded slowly, drawing her hands back. "S-Sorry about that.." she said, embarassed. "I didn't mean to do...well, that." Folding her hands behind her back, she could feel her hands grow hotter as the air around her got colder and colder in relation. Vanna could feel a burning sensation grow in the palms of her hands, but she bit down the pain. "H-How about you?" she asked Cian tentatively, having a bit of trouble breathing as a fiery grip seemed to flare in her chest.

 

[Cyan]

Cian ignored her question, noticing a flicker of pain cross her face. This was unusual. It had taken at least quarter of an hour before the rest had experienced there backlash but hers was already starting. The most alarming was that he could already feel the waves of heat rolling off of her. "Sit, don't resist it" He advised, though still looking as stoic as a ever an edge of concern could be heard in his voice. Slowly, Cian gestured to his side, offering the girl the unoccupied space.

 

[Bawadaboo]

Light and darkness? What could that mean. The light kept getting brighter and brighter, and before long Quinn could no longer see. It was like he was staring into the sun... no, more like he was the sun. Suddenly a thick piece of cloth fell over his face, quelling some of the intensity, but he could still feel the light getting brighter under the cardigan. If he kept going like this he was probably going to blind everyone in the room, let alone himself.


'Alright Quinn! Pull it together... You need to concentrate, somehow you need to control this...'


He hadn't any idea where or what to concentrate, but he concentrated all the same. He concentrated on pulling the light from his body and sealing it deep within himself. He concentrated on every pore of his body, shutting the light out from every one, but the light just kept getting brighter.


"Damnit!" He growled under his breath. He shut his eyes and tightened his focus even more, to the point where his head started to swim again. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, and eventually he fell back against the wall. When he opened his eyes again everything was dark. Pitch black. For a brief second Quinn feared he just might've blinded himself, but then he remembered Cian's words.


"Light & Darkness" Quinn whispered to himself, trying to see his hands in the blackness. Everyone around was in a worry about the sudden blackness. This just wouldn't do. He lifted his hand to eye level and stared, concentrated. He tensed every muscle in his hand until it was shaking. After a few seconds he flexed the hand once, releasing a small burst of light. 'HAHA. I did it.' He gleefully praised himself. He flexed his hand once more and released the light again, but this time concentrated on holding it in his hand, but soon enough it had dissipated. A few tries later he was able to hold the light in his hand, as if his blood were glowing. The light was bright enough to light the room, but just barely. He held the hand up above his head to try to give the most comfortable amount of light to the rest of the room.


"Sorry guys, I'll keep it under wraps from now on." he declared as he scooped up the cardigan and walked overt o Celene, who'd fallen to the ground. "Here, you look cold, thanks for the help." he said with a smile as he draped it over her.


He popped up with a renewed vigor, looking over the others as they tried to handle their own issues. "This has been... eventful."

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

Dixie had simply....watched. Well what else could the poor woman do, it was like a mad house in there! One moment she had been talking to Quinn, the next someone grabbed her shoulder and acted as though she had burned him, what was with that? Slowly though, she began to feel her own heat, she even started sweating a little when Quinn's brightness practically blinded her. This was too weird.


Upon hearing that the evil machine had given them powers of sort, she figured that was why she felt so dang hot. She couldn't feel the heat no she found out as her fingers touched along her tattooed arms, and so it had to be purely to burn others....wasn't that a joyous gift?


It took Dixie a moment, but she closed her eyes and concentrated, thinking of ways to cool off. Swimming, air conditioning, cool drinks after a practice run. That seemed to do the trick and she soon felt the heat go down, she stopped sweating at least, and released a slow sigh of relief. "Better be careful with that, don't want to burn anyone." She mumbled, and graciously remained in her seat to watch the others to see what they were given and how they chose to control it.

 

[sox]

Celene nodded gratefully to Quinn and slipped the cardigan back on, warming up slightly. It didn't help much because the coldness was coming from within, but it didn't hurt to try. "Alright, so it looks like we just gotta wait 'til those two get their powers," Celene announced as she stood up shakily, "until we can leave this room. So let's take advantage of this time by thinking up a plan of action. The rules say we're not allowed to kill each other yet, which means we gotta stick together, right?" Celene leaned against a wall, crossing her arms as she talked to the others.


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[Madi]

(Oh hey I edited my last post... so, yeah :I)


Kent then realized this "guy" wasn't even paying any attention to him, and decided to try and get his attention. "Hey, you!" He said, grabbing his shoulder. "Why'd you smack me, eh?!" He was mad, but it was more because he didn't get an explanation rather than the smack itself. Kent then spotted the others struggling with the backlashes of their powers. "...wait, what... What's going on?"

 

[Bawadaboo]

Quinn returned to his post at the wall next to Dixie, falling into place with a light thud. His light producing left hand fell to the floor and spread across the room in a gloomy way, with shadows dancing up the walls and ceiling. The air around Dixie was warm, the girl had become a space heater.


"Better be careful with that, don't want to burn anyone." Quinn nodded. "Remind me not to make you mad cher, you might melt through the floor." he chuckled.


By now everyone in the room had returned to consciousness, though not all had pulled the demon slot. It would all be kicking off soon enough. "The rules say we're not allowed to kill each other yet, which means we gotta stick together, right?" Quinn's eyes snapped open at that. He'd not considered the thought that they'd be pitted against one another. This didn't change things... at least from Quinn's point of view.





"Unacceptable. I'll not be killing anyone." He said stubbornly. No one is less deserving of life than anyone else, so why should Quinn get to chose who dies while he gets to live. He crossed his arms, momentarily forgetting about his lit hand, smothering the light. He uncrossed and put his unlit hand in his pocket. It is very difficult to express one's discomfort with one hand glowing like a flashlight. He turned his head to Dixie. Looks like their conversation would have to wait until later.

 

[sox]

Celene nodded at his concern. "Yeah, that's what we're trying to avoid. Even if the rules do change to allow murder, let's not. 'Cause, I mean, that's kinda jacked up." She tugged at the tie on her wrist and tied her hair up, letting the collected hair rest over her shoulder. "And besides, I'm pretty sure we're gonna have other things to worry about once we're inside." Celene noticed that the sleeping kid had woken up. "Oh, hey. You finally decided to join us."


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