[The Official RPN Character Challenge 2015]The Lobby!

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Late at night, a woman dressed completely in black walked swiftly through the nigh-empty streets of a town close to Pastoria City, a small duffel bag around her shoulder and a guitar case strapped to her back. She was heading toward the docks. "A fishing ship will do," she thought to herself. "That's the best I'll find here anyway." Once she reached her destination, she found a ship she could hide successfully in and did so, and threw the guitar case into the water after taking out its contents: a huge black sword with red edges that was almost 3/4 of her own size. She hid herself well so that the fishermen wouldn't find her if they came. If they didn't come, she'll go home and do the same thing tomorrow. Another guitar case might be necessary if that happens. She didn't really think that one through.


The woman was Crocea, and she wouldn't be going anywhere for a long time.


Crocea drifted off to sleep, as one usually does at night. Her dreams were lucid and were about some sort of apartment building in the middle of a white void, which somehow involved an arena where strange types of people from other dimensions competed against each other. It was the type of dream that is amazing, you wish that you could keep going with it, but when you wake up you forget what you were so excited about. Well, mostly. At the end of the dream, she was in the middle of the white void, and a booming voice said to her, almost as if it were commanding her:


"You have been chosen by the Gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn the ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!"


Crocea woke up immediately, forgetting everything about the dream except the statement from the "Gods." She was in her normal clothes instead of the clothes she fell asleep in. And she was very confused, especially considering she was standing up in the middle of some lobby she'd never seen before.
 
Dilan was laying on the white ground in the middle of the nothingness bored out of his skull. As it turns out they can't fight yet so he was stuck waiting. He was impressed that there were this many different races. After he had walked around and eavesdropped on various conversations he found out that none of the were where he's from. Hell so far he was the only bug. 'Oh well that gives more variety to my entertainment....' He thought and grinned widely at the thought of bragging on each of his kills.


He sat up and looked around. Everyone was socializing so he figured he would. Who knows it may kill his boredom. "Now where to start..?" He mumbled as he stood up and looked around
 
Ryou Hayashi





As minutes passed by, Ryou's small smirk disappeared as he wondered what was taking so long for the vampire to wake up. He perched his elbow on his knee, letting his cheek rest against his hand as he stared at the lad.





Do vampires usually pass out like this?


His ear twitched when he caught the word 'moron' supposedly directed at everyone, which meant he was included. Slightly displeased, Ryou glanced towards the owner of the voice to catch sight of a hooded figure when his train of thought was abruptly halted.


By some small creature, another of his original kind, rubbing itself against his cheek.


Bewildered at the sudden soul appearing out of nowhere, it was taken away before he could react further than his eyes widening with surprise. Hearing the words of pardon, he looked up to see a tall figure with a face that never seemed to break out into another expression, holding onto the small fox.


He stared up at the white haired man, "And who are you?"


He couldn't bother to deal with wondering why another human was in the same mess that he was, much less care about the others. But here he was, in some strange dimension he didn't know existed. He might as well take his chance.





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"I've got so much to tell Daddy!" Erin said excitedly. It had been a long time since she had seen her father, thanks to being away at Hogwarts, but now she'd be able to tell him all the grand tales and about all the magic she had learned. Her cart jiggled along as she headed towards the leaving wall of 9 and 3/4s station, the plan being to meet her father on the other side. Why he didn't want to come see her off the train, Erin didn't know and she didn't entirely mind. All the people she had met and friends she had made hadn't really clung to her side when she left the train, so she wouldn't have been able to introduce them to her father either way.


"Probably safer." Erin murmured to herself. Seeing all the other students with carts running around, and barely avoiding a collision with one, it was easy for Erin to stock up her father's lack of coming over to the worry of being run over by a cart gone wild. Her owl, Peeker, hooted his annoyance at the jarring his cage received thanks to her swerve. He moved so that he could peek over the edge of his cage and give her a steely glare.


"Sorry." Erin apologized, giving her owl a sincere smile. "Bet dad will let you out once we're outta here, so you won't have to be cooped up in the cage anymore. If that helps?" She offered. Peeker only blinked slowly, and Erin wasn't sure whether to take that as an acceptance of her apology or as a 'I'll get you back later' threat. She giggled either way as she lined up her cart so that it was pointed at what could easily be considered a brick wall.


"Here goes nothing." Erin charged the wall, gathering a decent amount of speed before the tip of her cart made contact.


The next thing she knew, she was tumbling to the ground in a space that was completely white. Her cart was gone, her owl was gone, and she had scraped her knee on entrance. She pushed herself to her feet slowly, rubbing at her prickling eyes in a hope to keep the tears away. Then a loud voice that seemed to come simultaneously from everywhere and nowhere spoke to her, saying: "You have been chosen by the Gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn the ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!"

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Erin's gaze flickered around the space, attempting to pinpoint who was speaking to her. "Did I go through the wrong wall?"
 
"I don't think this is a dream. Did you hear a voice coming in here? Mentioning a challenge presented by some god?"


Louise had shifted her attention back to her foot again, furrowing her brow. She gently brushed her index finger over the hole in her boot, giving a slow nod. She did remember hearing a voice just before the building materialized around her, but wasn't really listening to what it was saying. The bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, glancing back up at the man as he spoke again.


"I have a feeling we've been presented with some sort of scenario by a higher power. Higher even than our own gods. It's all just theory, but judging from your looks, we may not even be from the same world."


Louise raised her eyebrows, and then began, "Not from the same..." but she was quickly interrupted.


"Would you mind if I took a look at that?"


Louise's mouth popped open again, she was was about to blurt out a strong "hell no", but once again, she was interrupted. Not by the man's words, but by his actions. Or at least she thought it was him causing her sword to just float up off of the ground. The captain's mouth hung open in amazing, her violet eyes wide with wonder. She blinked a few times, gawking at the man shamelessly as he offered her sword. She reached out without a word, wrapping her fingers around the smooth hilt of her silver rapier before sliding it back into it's sheath.


"I don't think there's a lot we can do as of now, but we're surely in a precarious situation."


"I--"


"Are you okay madam?"


Why can't I get a goddamn word in?


But it wasn't the pointed-eared male who had spoken. It was a new voice, one coming from behind her. Immediately, Louise rose, spinning around on her heel to face the newcomer. The first thing she noticed about the boy was his hair, which honestly resembled a patch of finely combed moss. Now, Louise's hair wasn't exactly normal, but never before had she seen anyone with locks the color of grass. The captain gave a quick nod, too tired to act with hostility, and sighed, "I'm fine. Just a little confused, that's all."


@The Wizard @Prizzy Kriyze
 
Luness continued to remain silent, watching the interactions in front of her, but not desiring one bit to get involved. She instead began to watch the others for weaknesses.


Still, Luness had noticed how the woman's injury to her foot had so rapidly healed after being inflicted. They clearly couldn't directly engage one another in this place.


When the large and barbaric-like being entered the room and blundered about with his loud words and flashy actions, Luness merely rolled her eyes, his words rolling off her shoulders. Such meager insults meant nothing to Luness and they hardly fazed her, if at all.


Seeing even more beings making their appearances, several looking like humans, Luness was amused, as one fell unconscious after being terrified by the odd contraptions in this new world.


Despite all of the seemingly chaotic interactions unfolding around her, Luness was still able to smell the scent of a...werecat.


Surprised by this since she hadn't met many other werecats in her life, despite only being nineteen years old, Luness decided to seek out the other werecat. Surely, he or she could be a possible ally to Luness, right?


As Luness left her place at the wall, her claws again making a faint clicking sound with each step, taking care of not scratching her guitar in the process, Luness made her way through the mingling beings and straight to the other werecat present here. Upon reaching him though, Luness halted and then raised an eyebrow at him, the scar on the right side of her face stretching in the movement alone.


He was very oddly dressed for any potential combat involved in this competition. She doubted he'd last long in a fight against even another human.


Still, he was the only werecat present and probably the only person she could potentially get along with. Still, his appearance already had Luness wary of him. She had no doubt that her scarred and mangled body, multi-colored eyes, and her permanently torn ear on top of her leather armor that she had donned would all be rather intimidating to this stranger, especially if he wasn't combat-oriented at all. Luness had certainly seen her fair share of combat over the years of her life.


Sighing, Luness then cleared her throat at the other werecat before asking him, "Who are you, cat?"


@Dawnsx
 
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Upon a closer look at the lad in front of him, Leo confirmed to himself that he is indeed a fox spirit. He seemed a bit impatient, however, as if slightly annoyed.


"Leo Cainez," despite his thought, Leo still properly answered the other's question, his voice calm, his eyes staring up at Foxy Dwarf's ears instead of his face before he finally tore his eyes away. "May I know what place this is? " He asked, hoping to hear a proper answer as he stared calmly back at the other, Eldo sitting up straight and looking at the lad as well, feeling a sense of connection to this wonderful fox spirit. Noticing that, Leo slightly tilted his head to the fox's direction before introducing him as well. "Also....He's Eldo."


He scanned around him, once again inspecting the people. There's people with fancy, weird clothes, like the lad with the pink hair; an evil looking guy seemingly searching for people to talk to, and a pretty, young woman with long hair talking to yet another male. They all seemed a bit lost, however. Perhaps they've all entered this world without knowing how? Leo looked back at the fox spirit. He might be just as clueless as he himself is.


He exhaled a sigh to himself, then asked. "May I know your real name as well? " Although the urge to call the other by a nickname is strong, he decided that it would be rude if he just call the other so.
 
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The young man held out a hand and introduced himself, and Euli kept himself from looking stupefied at the long title. With almost too much caution, for the sake of Fredrick's well-being, Euli took his hand and shook it gingerly before hastily letting go. Despite his best efforts to be well mannered, he couldn't help but stare at the other in bewilderment when he asked about a festival.


"Uh, no, sorry. I don't think I've been to a festival recently." Euli replied, glancing around when he smelled a rather... Familiar scent nearing them. He saw a Werecat stepping up to him, and he had to admit that she looked rather intimidating, whether it'd be her atmosphere or her rather battered up appearance. Quite a contrast to his own Werecat appearance, really.


As he tried to recall whether he has seen her before, she asked of his identity, and addressed him as a "cat". Euli laughed nervously in response, his eyes darting back and forth between the stranger and Fredrick. Sure, the man didn't seem like he would be a Hunter, or if he was even from the same world as him, but being suddenly revealed like so put his nerves over the edge. "I'm Euli... And, I'm sure you're making a mistake with the cat thing..."





@The Wizard @Lioness075
 
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Outbreak kicked down the door to the office building. There was a moment of silence while everyone turned in horror as they looked at the disease-controlling psychopath, too stunned to do anything. "Everyone should consider themselves.... INFECTED," he said with a maniacal laugh. Suddenly the building erupted in chaos as people ran in all directions, one trying to reach the phone to call 911, the other trying to exit the building, another tripped over a chair and fell to the floor. Oh the pandimonium that had ensued was- "SO MUCH FUN," Outbreak cried out as police sirens could be heard from outside. That was when people began falling over in a series of disease symptoms like vomiting, bleeding of the eyes, nose, and mouth, or falling down in a series of muscle spasms. Outbreak strode forward making handguns and yelling "BANG!" pretending to fire upon a victim that would then fall over to meet a disease-stricken fate. The police burst into the door and Outbreak dove behind the lobby desk. The commands that the police were giving were numb to his eats as he drowned them out with his maddened laughter. Suddenly, Outbreak jumped from the desk so he could charge blindly at the officers but just as he did so, a blinding light stunned him. "Wha-" he stammered, suddenly snapping from his bloodthirstiness and trying to take stock of his surroundings. Then a voice rang out,


'You have been chosen by the Gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn the ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!'


"What?" Still confused, Outbreak looked around at nothingness. Soon everything began to materialize. He still didn't know what to think. The gods? Chosen? Ultimate glory? Then Outbreak found himself in front of a large building that was not familiar with. This definitely wasn't New York. He looked around and saw others walking around. An insane smile etched itself onto his face. "And are these poor souls my competition? This is gonna be FUN!" he said, walking forward and pushing open the doors to the lobby.


@anybody
 
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Luness frowned in response, not really understanding why Euli felt concerned about being called out as a werecat. They weren't that odd to be spotted in FableWood and Luness was a werecat herself so it really shouldn't be a problem.


Smirking now, Luness then said, "Trust me, Euli. I'd recognize another werecat a mile away with my heightened senses."


Pausing, Luness then added, "What's your problem, anyway?"


It was really odd to her how on edge Euli appeared after being called out as a werecat. Honestly, you'd think he was about to be stabbed in the back or something. Considering getting harmed here resulted in immediate healing, it would be rather pointless for anyone to try such a thing.


Being her typical self, Luness didn't even think once about replying with an introduction of herself. She never wanted to talk about herself, especially her problems, and so she was content to keep the conversation focused on Euli.


Luness knew that someone else had been talking to Euli before she'd interrupted the conversation, but she could care less. She was finally meeting another werecat who seemed to be closer to her age than Alta, the old werecat healer back in Branbern.


Whoever was standing to Luness and Euli's side would at least get a nice view of Luness' torn and mangled ear. If that was anything of a bright side to things.


@Dawnsx @The Wizard
 
A white void, so white that it was almost blinding, completely barren of all signs of life, earth, or even matter. That is what faced Cyrus as he stared out into what seemed like a never ending landscape of nothing. Or was it a never beginning landscape, with him as the beginning and ending point in this unexplained realm? A puzzled expression crossed the boys face as he scratched his head of blonde hair in confusion. The last thing he remembered was being stretched out on the schoolyard of the Academy with his eyes shut tight, enjoying the light shade provided by the mammoth of a tree looming over him as he tried to doze off.


The most logical conclusion that popped into his head was that he'd successfully fallen asleep, but then there was the problem of feeling. Cyrus had experienced many dreams in the past, but even with his bizarre surroundings he could tell that he himself felt real. Everything else told him that his slumber had just begun, and he himself found that to be a satisfactory answer, but his instincts fought against this.


"Aaahh, screw it. I know how to solve this little riddle." Outstretching his right arm in front of him, Cyrus wriggled his fingers as to loosen their tiny muscles before leaving them extended outwards. Suddenly, a glow began emanating from a spot just below his collarbone. The source: a small, greyish gem embedded into his skin since birth. A very small minority of people were gifted with these gems, and each of those few were given extraordinary powers because of it. Controlling fire, causing illusions, reading someones mind; You name it and there is probably a gem somewhere that fulfilled that task. They were very special people, though Cyrus liked to boast about his, because while other gems allowed people to do the unthinkable, he always thought his could create what none of the others could: miracles.


A few seconds of concentration later and suddenly, out of his gem, a bright substance with a hue matching it's origin point shot out and quickly began to circle around his hand. In only a few moments Cyrus' hand was now gloved in the greyish glowing substance. A single needle of about half a foot in length extended from his index finger, and with a smirk the boy brought the claw back towards his person. Taking its place was his left hand with his palm extended out towards the non-existent horizon. Then, his gloved hand was cocked back behind his head, pointed finger extended, aiming straight at its counterpart. "Well instincts, let's see how your track record holds up!" There was no hesitation, neither in his actions nor his mind, as Cyrus plunged the needle deep into his hand and penetrated through the other side. Why had he done that? Well, 'cause he was Cyrus Cooper, of course. There was no better explanation than that for the reckless actions the boy partook in on a daily basis.


A shock of pain shot through his hand, causing him to immediately retract the claw and, after the glove quickly dissipated into nothingness, cradle his now throbbing and bleeding body part. "AGGGH! SONUVA- AGGH! DAMN YOU INSTINCTS! I SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU!" As he screamed out in pain, a voice suddenly drilled its way into his skull, echoing as if it was the word of God himself.


'You have been chosen by the Gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn the ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!'





Guess it was the word of God himself. Huh, neat. Before he could even process what had been said, the never-ending nothingness suddenly morphed around him, forming an entire construct and dropping him in some sort of sleek, extravagant-looking lobby. Around him were all sorts of people, some looking just like him, others appearing as if they were pulled from some old historical documentary, and even some that had...tails? With his hand still bleeding and his mind puzzled by the sudden development, Cyrus quickly seated himself on one of the couches that were placed in the hall.


So, if he had his facts straight, he had apparently been summoned to wherever he was-by Gods no less- to compete in a set of challenges? And he wasn't dreaming? That couldn't be it. He sat in silence for a few seconds, mulling over the possibilities, as a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head. The boy casually leaned back on the couch, both arms draped over the back of his seat. "Man, what kind of telepath did I tick off this time?" He mused to himself aloud. "Was it that tall girl I hit on last, cause if so it was totally worth it." There was no other explanation. Some chick with a vendetta was messing with his mind and threw him into some sort of semi-realistic dream state where he can still feel pain. It wasn't as if stuff like this hadn't happened to him before, but he had to say he was impressed by the scale of the whole set-up. Well, he may as well play along with whatever little game she had set up for him. It's not like he couldn't do it after all. "She's gonna be pissed that I was able figure out her little trick so quickly. God, I'm such a genius."
 
Fel perked up once the word 'cat' was mentioned. As he denied it, she sighed. They apparently didn't know that there was another one in the room. Stringing her bow in her back, Fel approached the two what she assumed to be werecats, trying to be friendly she greeted them "I see I'm not the only cat here..." Removing her hood Fel twisted her muzzle into a slight smile. Trying to keep her pale eyes focused upon them was difficult due to foxy in the background.


@Dawnsx @Lioness075


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Euli shuffled his feet, and it suddenly felt as if the room was spinning. Indeed, there was no use denying it, whether he wanted to or not. But to suddenly have to take off his hat and cardigan and announce to the entire world (or the occupants of the room) that he was a Werecat felt even worse than having to wear some hillbilly clothes. At this point, he's even questioning how the Werecat in front of him could be sauntering about so casually in this form. Is she not afraid of Hunters? Is she not afraid that she'll scratch someone's eyes out by accident? Hell, is she even from his world?


He bit his lips and looked away, and muttered out, "I don't have a problem."





He considered just simply walking away from her, when yet another familiar, yet strange scent approached them. The cloaked figure greeted them, and when she removed her hood, Euli groaned internally when she is revealed to be another cat. He almost hissed at her but suppressed the urge, deciding that it was always better to be friendly instead of hostile. And so, he gave the newcomer a rather forced smile.





@Lioness075 @StoneWolf18
 
Crocea noticed Cyrus sit on a nearby couch and, without much else to do, sat down next to him. "Sorry to break it to you, but if I'm actually a living thing, this is pretty real. Well, I'd guess you have no way of knowing I'm alive, so that's a moot point. Hell, I don't even know if I'm alive. Anyway. I'm Crocea, you look kinda somewhat interesting to talk to. Better than standing around doing nothing."


@cojemo
 
Luness rolled her eyes at Euli's response, smelling that he was nervous and anxious about something. It would appear that for some reason, Euli didn't appreciate his werecat form, which Luness found to be absurd. What kind of world did he come from, where he feared being known as a werecat? Whatever world it was, it definitely didn't sound befitting for Luness. Whatever Euli feared there though, Luness felt more than confident in her ability to cut down the enemies. She'd fight 'till her last breath was drawn.


Smirking at Euli, which her muzzle made to appear more like a grimace, Luness then said, "I already said I have heightened senses, cat. That means I can smell your strong emotions as well and so I know that you're lying."


Turning to the other werecat, which Luness was categorizing anyone who smelled strongly of werecat scent or appeared like a human cat to be, Luness then said bluntly, "Bright observation." Luness certainly wasn't the best socializer, but she was highly interested to have already met two of her kind so soon into this event. Now that she was thinking about meeting people though, Luness absentmindedly wondered if anyone from FableWood would be joining her. Just imagining Kallin being at her side for whatever was to come made Luness' heart speed up slightly. Still, she hadn't seen any sign of him or anyone else form FableWood. Perhaps she was alone in this adventure. Nothing new for her, being alone and all.


@Dawnsx @StoneWolf18 @SilverFlight
 
As Outbreak entered the room, anyone inside would feel a brief wave of dizziness as his virus quickly made its presence known in the lobby. Outbreak walked straight to a chair, ignoring everyone around him, simply eyeing them with a wild look and a sinister smile. With out a word he sat down and let out a loud sigh, muttering a few obscenities about how... clean... the room was.


@somebody
 
Though we was smiling, Fel could see fear and hostility. Rolling her eyes she would reply "Sorry dear, faking your mood may work with your kind. But not with mine" giving a sickly sweet grin, Fel flashed her canines. They were much more impressive than the half breed's. Turning to the other she quickly snapped "I would watch your tongue, half breed. Or this cat might decide to catch it." Turning back to the pink haired one, Fel continued "Yet, this one seems nervous, no? And why would that be..?"


(Resisting the urge to speak like a khajit...erg)


@Dawnsx @Lioness075


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Luness narrowed her eyes, immediately growling at the werecat, who appeared to look like some kind of panther. She didn't appreciate being talked to in such a manner and she already could feel her fists clenching at her sides, her claws beginning to dig into her flesh. Half-breed? Did this werecat even know what Luness was capable as not only a werecat, but as an Alpha to a werewolf pack as well? In her Alpha state, Luness could probably be of equal strength or possibly even more to this werecat. Hissing at the panther werecat and then jabbing a finger towards her, Luness said, "Not if I catch yours first."


@Dawnsx @StoneWolf18
 
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As Cyrus sat on the couch, scanning the strange environment he had been thrust into, he began to notice some things. Namely, the large variety of strange and intriguing figures that manifested themselves in front of him. He'd noted the oddity before, but given the time to sit back he had time to think about what exactly they meant. He was pretty sure he hadn't met any of these people before, whether they were dressed up in their current attire or not, so they couldn't have been fabrications of his mind, could they? It seemed likely they were planted in his dream-prison by the person who had sent him here, but if so then what relevance did they have to all of this? He knew he'd have to go against them in whatever challenge was set up for him, but why go through the lengths of making new illusions when they could have simply pulled form an already existing source? Ah, you're just thinking too far into this, Cyrus old buddy. He mentally retorted to himself. She's probably just showing off her creativity. Gotta make the trick as real as possible, after all. Indeed, there was no reason for him to fret over the details. He was in this strange dream realm for however long it may be, so he may as well make the best of it, right? Besides, as his eyes floated over the female occupants of this lounge, Cyrus could at least appreciate that whoever sent him here was nice enough to make the chicks attractive.


Only serving to further his belief this was all some sort of illusion, just as his thoughts lingered on girls, a woman with a rather revealing wardrobe choice plopped down beside him on the couch. His eyes shifted towards her, giving the colorfully dressed female the once-over. From what he could tell she was a bit older than him, but that was the least interesting thing about her since as far as he was concerned she was quite the hottie. Still an illusion, but a hot one nonetheless.


"Sorry to break it to you, but if I'm actually a living thing, this is pretty real. Well, I'd guess you have no way of knowing I'm alive, so that's a moot point. Hell, I don't even know if I'm alive. Anyway. I'm Crocea, you look kinda somewhat interesting to talk to. Better than standing around doing nothing."


"You've got that right, babe." Cyrus stated casually, his confident smirk spreading across his face as he did so. "This whole place is some fabrication made to mess with my head, and sadly that means you aren't either, no matter how convincing you may seem." As he talked, he wondered if this girl actually knew she wasn't real. Did these creations have minds of their own, or were they all hooked up to one big hive mind following orders from the puppet master? With the thoughts of artificial intelligence beginning to dominate his thoughts, Cyrus concluded that today wasn't the time to debate philosophy with himself.


Instead, Cyrus slowly began lowering his arm from the back of the couch. "It's too bad really," Cyrus began, letting out a long, deep sigh as he began his flirtations, "I would've loved it if I could bring you back with me, what with you being the most captivating thing in this entire lounge." His arm that had been slowly making its way down the couch finally got far enough down where he'd attempt to drape it around Crocea, giving his signature smile in the process. "Anyways, names Cyrus. What would you like to discuss?" The thought had donned on him that he was hitting on a figment of someone else's imagination, but he never cared for such trivial details. What mattered was the present, and the present involved this smoking lady and him getting closer to her.


@TheGoldenGear
 
It took a moment for Erin to move past the panic of finding herself in a strange place without her dad or her friends to help her out. After making it through a year at Hogwarts, though, this couldn't be all that terrible. Right?


Erin began to take note of her situation, realizing that the area wasn't as blinding white as she had first assumed- but that the whiteness was coming through a rather large window. Erin ran over to it, ignoring the burn from the scrape on her knee. There was nothing but white as far as the eye could see. "Where... am I?" She questioned, face pressed to the window for a moment before pulling away. "I'm not in the right place. Where's the way to get back?" Erin said, beginning to look for an exit sign. Before she could find one, she came upon many people talking to one another and standing in groups.


There were people who seem to have distanced themselves from everyone else, as much as one could in this space. One boy sat in a chair, observing the others. Another boy sat on the floor. Mostly people were standing and talking to one another, it seemed. Erin immediately felt her shyness begin to take over at so many people she didn't know being in one place. And she didn't have her father there to make things easier.. or her friend Jonas, or anyone else. She was alone, and that made things so much more difficult.


"Maybe... Maybe I could make a friend." Erin said, her gaze roaming around the crowds to try and find someone who didn't seem scary.


The young girl gasped when she saw the cat people. She desperately wanted to run over and pet their tails and their ears and see if they purred, but she made herself stay where she was and watch, and after a few moments she was glad that she did. It looked like the kitty people were about to fight... they didn't look happy with one another, at any rate. Knowing from experience what happens when you get near cats with bristly fur, Erin skirted around them- unable to tear her eyes away from them at any rate. Thanks to her lack of attention, she ended up walking right into someone else ( @The Wizard ).


"Sorry!" Erin said quickly, her attention moving to the person she had bumped into. Her gaze immediately went to the floor as her face flushed red, and she quickly began to back away from the man she had run into. She wasn't sure what to do in this situation. Of course the rule is never to talk to strangers, but the plan had been to see if anyone would be her friend. The question was, did Erin just walk into an exceptionally scary person that would curse her as easily as look at her? Or did luck smile upon her once again?
 
"Hmm... Hey, I have a question. If I, you know, casually cut your arm off, if I was fake, would it still hurt? Let's find out." Her sword enlarged to full size, and she positioned right above his shoulder. "It would certainly solve our little question of reality, would it not? Your arm will apparently heal back anyway, so I don't see what could go wrong here."
 
Ryou Hayashi


Nearly letting out a scoff at the lad's answer, the spirit's patience was running low. He had fallen asleep with ease last night only to wake up in an uncomfortable blank void that led him to this..unknown area.


He would've left this place if he knew where he was by now.


Giving the fallen vampire one last look, Ryou stood up and crossed his arms. He locked eyes with the lad's. I didn't ask for your name. He glanced at the fox who seemed to be staring at him as the lad introduced him. I don't care for what the little one is called either. As much as he wanted to talk back, he was just too fed up with the nonsense he was surrounded in. If he dared to try and ruffle anyone's feathers around here, he might get even more tangled up in a scenario he didn't want to be in.


He noticed the daggers the lad held possession of, finally speaking. " Are you something like a hunter? Who sent you here?" He paused, thinking about his situation again before continuing, "And the name's Ryou Hayashi." His tails slightly swished as he thought for a moment. "Leo, was it? Speaking of that question you asked me.." It would be a pain if this tall lad had the same temper as himself. He didn't want to throw any punches yet, not when he didn't have a clue of what was going on.


His eyes narrowed as they went back to a certain lad. "Hey, Castille." He barked, " Stop flirting with everyone and answer this human's question. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, don't you think?"





But it mildly eased his anger at the fact someone just a bit familiar was trapped in the same ruckus that he was. He wasn't alone, at least not yet.





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Swords clashed against each other rapidly, the slight flare from the friction illuminated only a fraction of the shapes of the sleek objects. Sweat and blood mingled in the soft dried dirt buried beneath the luscious green. Puffs of warm breath became frosty mist which slowly faded from the view. Dawn was slowly approaching.


"Hm...six hours it has been. Give it up..." The sleek blade narrowly missed a left ear, which was skillfully blocked by the other. Bright red eyes illuminated through the light fog which was slowly fading with each passing time. Eyes which showed that victory was now less than a mile.


"Ah...but see, not so easily...you should know me by now..." The calm demeanor of the other never faltered, even though he had nearly lost an ear.


"Hn." Bright red eyes glared into obsidian eyes, as both blades were now pressed against each other, fangs and teeth exposed.


"How long will you keep this up Skye?" Yon's obsidian eyes remained planted into bright red eyes, trying to prove who really was the most skilled in the art.


"As long as you want me to. Falter and prove to me that I have now surpassed you. Simple." A small smirk escaped Skye's lips as her determination was not one to take lightly. She pressed her sword even further, allowing her master to take a step back. Without wasting a single moment, she grab hold of the sword which nestled safely behind her back awaiting its turn, as she pressed it against his neck, a small droplet of blood smeared its shiny surface.


"Hmm....I suppose you are not the only one who can counterattack.." In time, Yon grabbed another of his sparing swords from his thin waist, placing the tip at the side of her neck.


Both fangs and teeth flashed to each other once more as neither intended on giving up. Skye held her grin towards her master, then kicked him squarely in his balls.


"Hm..." All five swords were skillfully placed in their sheaths in their respective parts where she keeps them aligned on her body, her fangs still bared to the man who was now huddled like a pile of goo at her feet.


"Is this how you come to an even conclusion? Unfair of you...good gods..." Yon groaned in pain as he lay there on the cold grass as if moving an inch would end his life.


"Life has never been fair master. Always remember that." Bright red eyes slowly dissolved to default dark red, as she found herself crashing to the forest grass, her vision slowly became blurred and distant and unable to move......


"M-Master..."


Everywhere was seemingly white to Skye , surprised by the level of energy she now had. Standing to her feet, she scanned the forever white blank space carefully, before deciding to take a step. Her then noticed her tattered clothing was no longer tattered, as it was made whole and clean. Her scars too have weirdly vanished.


'Where exactly is this place?' Skye narrowed dark red eyes, as she was now more on alert for any sudden mishap or strange glory. She maintained a calm posture, then folded her arms in place.


'You have been chosen by the gods to participate in an almighty set of trials. Win, and you will earn the ultimate glory. Lose, and you will disappoint us. Good luck, challenger!'


Skye raised an eyebrow at the voice which echoed throughout the thick white, not sure as to why 'gods' would select her to participate in a set of trials. The message replayed in her mind once more, and her instincts told her that there was somehow truth to the voice which boomed loudly.


She made her first bold steps, realising that with each step she took, the thick white beneath her feet was slowly dissolving into the shape of hard tiled white flooring. Lifting her head upwards, she noticed that she was now suddenly inside a large white building decorated with coloured ornaments, and sofa cushions bathed with various colours.


With a curious, yet puzzled look etched on her features, she glanced around, noting that she was not the only one in such a place. Voices of all various accents were heard at a distance, as she boldly made her way towards the voices, her swords rattled gently in their sheaths with each step she took.


'Maybe I am not the only one here. What is the main motive of these gods? And I cannot sense my master's presence here. Maybe he wasn't apart of the 'selected' as the voice stated. In any case, I just have to be extremely cautious....'
 
With a sigh, Fel continued "I'm not a werecats, dear. Sorry to disappoint you." Scanning her, she continued "though, your build is superior to most other half breeds...I'm assuming in your world you hold some sort of position of power...no?"


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"Hmm... Hey, I have a question. If I, you know, casually cut your arm off, if I was fake, would it still hurt? Let's find out."


Cyrus' eyes suddenly widened at what sounded like a threat, but before he could react or say anything, the small sword she had been carrying previously had exponentially increased in size and was placed dangerously close to his shoulder. He began to sweat nervously, but didn't flinch or dare to move a muscle, retaining his calm and collected demeanor. There had been many times in the past where a girl had gotten violent with him and threatened to remove one of his limbs out of anger. Not that it still wasn't a nerve-wracking scenario to be in, but his arm was probably one of the tamer things he'd been threatened with loosing.


"It would certainly solve our little question of reality, would it not? Your arm will apparently heal back anyway, so I don't see what could go wrong here."


"Woah there, you're a feisty one aren't you? Can you maybe NOT detach one of my favourite limbs?" Cyrus casually pleaded. If one were to just listen to the tone of his voice and not observe the situation at hand, it'd be almost impossible to tell that the boy had a sword held against his arm. "I've already determined I can get hurt in this illusion," he said as he waved his still bleeding, pierced, and aching left hand at the girl, "And I obviously haven't healed yet, so I REALLY think we don't need to test that. So, since I really like my arm and need it to do a lot of things, it'd be much appreciated if you just put that away. Maybe we can get back to talking, fall madly in love, go have some fun together some where else? Just, DON'T cut off my arm, please." Cyrus really had to give it to whoever made this illusion for him, they sure had a lot of skill. The fact that he had a reason to fear loosing an arm when he knew it wasn't real was quite the touch, though it wasn't an addition he necessarily liked. And this girl. She was just like one of his ex's. A few of them actually. And a few people he'd hit on in the past as well. He was never one to chase down the safest route.


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