The Ruin (Rated PG-13, for violence)

[VampirateMace]

The Ruin

Rated PG-13, for violence

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Rules:
Minor bunnying only, if you god-mod another character without permission you may be asked to leave. Please politely let me know if you feel someone else is over stepping the boundary.
Post at least 6 sentences. Less (with few exceptions) may result in the RPG being closed or you being asked to leave.

Players:
1. (VampirateMace) Percy, were-vamp type 2
2. (/Exiled/) Anthony May, Demi Angel
3. (metagrossiron_fist) Jack, elf
4. (Alecat) Ildri, human
5. (~Alexis Laistenna~)Charlotte, Human/Elf
6. (Mimori Kiryu) reserved
7. (Xinkc) Lazarix, Demon
8. (Literate) Art, human spirit hybrid

First Post:
Yeah!

As the doors pulled open the main hall was revealed. It was a grand room with a fountain at its center. The fountain was made of stone, but from the flecks of gold it was obviously coated in gold at one point. The water was also no longer present; it had dried up long ago. Around all the walls were grand stone statues of angels, demons and other non-human beings. Multi-colored light streamed in thorough the dusty stain-glass windows. On the walls were the remains of several worm eaten banners and tapestries. Percy let the others stream past him into the main hall before stepping inside himself.

It felt good to have bodies in the building again, life. He stood there in the doorway a while watching the others in their excitement. They liked this place because it was familiar, even if they didn’t know it. They couldn’t leave now, even if they turned around, they wouldn’t see the door. This place was enchanted so that you couldn’t leave unless…

But it was alright, because they wouldn’t starve. Percy had hidden delicious foods and fresh water all over the building. He needed for them to survive, his effort was all for nothing if they died of starvation.

Percy stepped forward, placing his hand on Jack’s shoulder. He wanted to tell Jack (and the rest of them) that things would be better now. That this place held all the answers, but he didn’t he had to keep quite about these matters. Jack looked at him briefly as though he didn’t appreciate the touch. Percy lifted his hand off of Jack and walked forward to the fountain. He gently ran his hand over the edge of it.

“Friends,” he said softly, “I do believe we have found something good this time.”

 

[Razor Shiftry]

OOC: vamp, are you going to post a thread in the café for this?

Jack felt a nagging feeling as Percy said “Friends,” he said softly, “I do believe we have found something good this time.” ‘He’s right’, thought Jack, ‘but it’s weird, like something inside of me wants to escape’. Jack hid a shudder and walked forward.

He noticed everyone else begin exploring so Jack went over to the statues. They were all worn down and their detail had mostly been eroded but with some, he could just make out shapes…a werewolf sort of creature…a demon…an angel…Jack suddenly felt a repulsive hate for the statue, unbelievable, boiling hate. Jack closed his eyes and tightened his fists, his knuckles cracking threateningly at his sides. His body tensed up. But Jack kept control. ‘Deep breaths’, he thought, and the forceful emotion slowly left him, like water being poured on him, or a passing wind. Jack opened his eyes and looked at the angel again. It was quite life like and Jack noticed a sword on its back. ‘A fighting angel?’ Jack raised an eyebrow and moved along. The last statue in the room was very eroded, seemingly having no face whatsoever and was only vaguely humanoid in shape. Jack came forward to take a closer look.

It was familiar…somehow. He noticed that where the ears would be, there were points. ‘An elf?’ thought Jack questioningly, ‘well, this place is random’. Jack looked down and saw, on the statue’s arms, there were indentations. Jack slowly lifted his hand and ran his finger along them. He felt simple and recognisable shapes of leaves.

During this time, Jack had remained very calm but was suddenly snapped out of his ‘trance’ by a door in the house slamming shut.
‘What the hell was that!’ shouted someone.

 

[Alecat]

Ildri shuddered slightly as Percy’s quiet words echoed through the large hall. She wasn’t sure if it was because the musty old hall was cold, or because it was creepy standing in this old building surrounded by ominous looking statues. She wrapped her arms around herself and reassured herself that there was nothing to be afraid of. In fact, as she stared around in awe, she felt that it really was quite a nice place, even if it was old and run down.

As the group dispersed to investigate their find, Ildri felt a buzz of excitement. It had been a fabulous discovery… had they been the first people here in decades… centuries perhaps? It certainly seemed untouched by graffitists or looters, and being somewhat near the school she was sure that the teachers would have leapt on it for teaching if they knew about it.

The central fountain caught her eye, and she approached it cautiously. Would there be creatures still living in it? She laughed as she considered tossing a coin in and making a wish. After all, her wish would probably be for some kind of financial stability…

Everyone in the room seemed to be deep in thought, mesmerised. Suddenly, there was a loud slam as a door in the building swung to a close. Ildri started, and yelped. Someone else, equally shocked, yelled, “What the hell was that?!”

It had just been a door… right? And yet, she couldn’t help but feel the fear returning as she looked around and felt the stares of the lifeless statues…

 

[Xinkc]

Lazarix found Percy's words kinda creepy but he shook off that feeling and went exploring.

Looking around the enormous hall Lazarix found something of interest, only two of the banners were still mainly intact with only the edges being ragged. On those banners where an angel and a demon, both of which seemed to be ready for a fight. When he touched the banners Lazarix noticed that they were extremely light and soft even though they looked thick and heavy.

"This is some weird fabric!" Lazarix thought to himself, while looking at the demon banner. Something about it seemed to call for him and the next thing he knew he had his hand on his bracer, ready to draw his sword. "Control yourself, don't...use....the....cool.....sword..." he thought, trying not to alarm his friends with a sword that "magically" appeared from his bracer.

Just then, a door closed with a loud SLAM and Lazarix jumped. "What the hell was that?!?!?" yelled Lazarix, for the door slamming had startled him badly and made him let go of the bracer.

 

[VampirateMace]

(Probably should, shouldn’t I? A café would be most helpful.)

Percy walked along the statues on one side enjoying the reactions. Jack had found the elf statue, rather quickly, as if drawn to it. That was a good sign; Jack had always liked that statue while here.

Percy tried to look as if he was seeing these things for the first time, but it was hard. He was so used to the things here, and they had become rubble as of late. If only Abigail were still around.

He pretended to investigate a tapestry. It looked important, but in reality it meant nothing, it was merely a design one of the maid’s girls had sewn to pass time. Percy touched it gently; a small piece of fabric fell away drifting towards the floor. His world, it was falling apart. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek and a hand place it’s self on his arm.

(edit: It's Percy not Pete)

 

[Literate]

As with everyone else, Art wandered towards one of the walls, running a small finger upon them. They were old, he saw, not that old, though. He stared at his now dusty finger. Peh, it was also dirty too; how long have it been left alone? What-thousands of ages? Nah, too far fetched. Wiping his finger on his white pants, his eyes wandered towards the floor. Lovely, it was stone. He stared at the others that were also looking around the area. He turned his head slightly to glance at Percy, and shifted back towards the ground again.

Art had no intention of having someone watch him as he was not goofing off. He rapped the floor with his knuckles, recieving a sharp pain. He winced a bit, before concluding: Hollow. The floor was hollow; there was something underneath. There was also a fountain nearby; stone. He looked up around the ceiling and upon the windows. He frowned slightly; was there nothing to play with?

Just then, a loud bang sound echoed through the room. He whipped around to stare at the door; was it wind? Probably... He glanced at the others; they were freaked, badly. What for? It was just wind? He smirked slightly to himself. On second thought, maybe he would have fun here.

He kicked the ragged carpet edge; a puff of dust came out. There was something dark underneath it, as it fluttered back into place. He knelt down examining the edges and the worn out tapestry. It had frayed threads, many a hole shattered upon it. After closely gazing at the fabric, he took hold of the edges, and tossed it into the air, dust bunnies fell everywhere. He glanced back at the spot where he saw the black thing. It was gone.

Maybe Art was getting a bit frightened too and hallucinated the splotch. But, he swore he saw it. Then again, the carpet had an amusing feat, flopping back to the ground.

-Lit

 

[Xinkc]

Lazarix was starting to get bored with the hall and went to look for other places to explore. Soon, he discovered a hallway with a seemingly endless amount of doors.

He went into the first door he came to and was disappointed when he found it completely empty. “Darn I was hoping for something exciting to be in here.” Lazarix thought, “I hope the other doors have more exciting things behind them.”

The next few doors were only slightly better than the first. They seemed to be rooms for somebody important mainly because of the elegance and the fanciness of the furniture and beds. “Why is this place so boring!” yelled Lazarix in frustration. Just then, he found a door with an “X” on it.

“This is the last door I’m trying before I go back with the rest of the group.” Lazarix told himself as he entered the room. Right when he stepped in he experience horrible pain, like growing a bunch of bones overnight. When the pain stopped, looked around and spotted a running fountain. Suddenly thirsty, he ran towards it only to yell in surprise as he saw his reflection. He looked like the demon on the banner he was looking at, with black feathered wings, fangs, spikes coming out of his forearms, a serpent’s tail, and armor.

He was so scared that he ran right out of the room to tell his friends what happened.

 

[Literate]

Art heard a yelp down the hall; people were getting really scared here in the ruins. He smirked to himself, thoughts twisted in his mind to form a small diabolical plot. Was he not the only one here who wasn't alarmed by the settings? It did look like a little chapel sort of thing, he concluded, staring at every inch of space around him. Cobwebs hung from the stoned ceiling; the entire stone panels flaked with dust and other similar decaying things that had rotted into small particles.

He looked down the other set of hallway, the one that was opposite to the one that someone had just scrambled out of. The darkness seemed to enclose him, and Art took an involuntary step back. He remembered what it had smelled like; he didn't know what it was that emitted from the dark depths of the corridor. He just knew: he had smelt it before and he didn't like it. Poking a finger through the musty air, the shadows crept over it, threatening to pull it into its den. He yanked it back, noticing that he was shivering on the inside.

What was in there that made him so frightened? Yes, it was something he encountered before, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. As he took several steps cautiously in, his mind kicked back in. He froze on the spot.

It was the smell of death.

His eyes darted back towards where the group was; he couldn't just break out in screams or shouts. Or maybe... He took a deep breath and screeched out a yell, feigning one of those eerie screams that were often in the night. Immediately after, he tottered back towards where the rug he had thrown was and stared at it innocently for a second or so, pretending that it wasn't he who had just caught the attention of everyone there.

-Lit

 

[Razor Shiftry]

Jack grabbed Percy’s arm and spun him around, only to see he was crying. Jack’s brain started buzzing and before he could stop himself, said, ‘aww, is lil’ Percy getting spooked in the big scary house, what a little baby!’ Jack place his hand over his mouth in shock and said a muffled sorry and ran though the first door he saw in panic.

As Jack ran through, the door behind him closed and Jack stopped, his heart pumping in his ears, feeling very claustrophobic in the dimly lit corridor. Jack took a few deep breaths and cautiously took a few steps forward. Only some dust rose and the wooden floor panels creaked. Jack relaxed a little and thoughts came running back, one of the first being that he was become less and less like himself these last few days, like something was…was…Jack’s thought steam was stopped and he turned around to face the door he just walked though. I swear I heard something…a loud crash and running footsteps made Jack turn around again to see Lazarix coming towards him, frantic, excited terror on his face…

 

[/Exiled/]

"What the hell is this place?" Tony asks himself as he slowly navigates the strange house. He walks around the old, but strangely clean and intact house for a long while. "Whats this?" The young man runs over to some statues.
"A werewolf?".... A demon??" Seeing the demon makes him feel very uncomforable inside. So he decides just to ignore it for now and move on to the next statues. "an Angel?" Something about this one felt comforable. It seems at home to him. But deciding not to loiter he continues on investigating.

"Slam!" The sound of a door getting heavily slammed shut comes from another room. He quickly spins around looking at the areas around him. Everything seems intact... So he didnt worry about it.

"What did Percy exactly mean by what he said?...." Tony asks himself believeing there was more meaning to what was said. Getting a strange feeling, he moves over to an odd stone painting on the wall. "What is this? Its made of stone and it huge!" Tony thinks to himself. Slowly lifting his hand up, he pressed his hand on the giant painting's surface.

"Gah!" He quickly pulls his hand back as the painting starts to glow and crack. As he see's the chunks of it fall off making the gound shake with loudness, he backs up to a safe distance. Eventually it all breaks apart, revealing a corridor with a door at the end. Not even showing any suprise, He walks down the corridor to a door. His hand slowly turns the knob as he walks into the room.

It is a magnificent room, like he has never seen before! It is a medium sized room, with a grassy area with white flowers. Like small grassy hills. And in the middle is a creak with a small white marble bridge over it. On the other side, is an odd alter type area, something like a temple. The walls and ceiling are painted like the beautiful night sky.

"What is this... What happening...." He feels very odd, and it almost seems like its happened before. The youth slowly looks down at his left arm. A bracer lay where his watch once did. But that dosent matter right now. Right now, an evil needs to be vanquished.

Tony sensed a demonic entity above.... "But who is it???" He states angrily.
He stops abruptly as he realizes.

Its Lazarick....

 

[VampirateMace]

Percy was embarrassed; he hadn’t wanted anyone to see him cry. That kind of thing wasn’t so expectable nowadays. Jack obviously felt bad because he then ran off embarrassed himself. Percy wiped the tear from his face.

“These tapestries are beautiful,” he muttered, trying to cover it all up, “it awful the condition they are in.” It didn’t really help him feel any less embarrassed. He guessed his face was probably still red.

Percy decided he wanted to go to bed, or rather tomb, he walked through the door into the hall. Jack and Lazarix were there talking about the X room. He knew ignoring them would be suspicious, so he pretended to be too fascinated with the wall paintings to notice them. He walked the rest of the way to the end of the hall where he descended the stairs to the entrance of the crypt.

 

[Alecat]

She had surprised herself with the yelp, really. She was brave, right? But when Lazarix had run in screaming, she felt some of her tomboy-ish façade fall away. And had Art screeched, or was she imagining things? This whole place seemed to be playing tricks on her.

Composing herself again, Ildri approached Jack and Lazarix to see if she could work out what was going on. She gathered that there had been some kind of strange room where Lazarix had seen a demon.

She laughed nervously and butt into the conversation, “you must be imagining things, and with all these statues around it’s really no surprise,”
Something in his eyes told her that he wasn’t. Or at least, he was convinced that he’d really seen a demon.
“Alright then,” Ildri said, putting her ‘adventure’ face on, “show us this room.”

 

[Literate]

Art scanned the room; just a few people had been observing the statues along the side of the walls. They all were of different stature, species that were extremely unlike anything normal at school. His gaze dropped back to the hallway that he had just backed out of. What had made him so scared? Of course, he only screamed to only scare others in the room, but the black aura that emitted from the shadowed hallway had sent skivers up his spine. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before.

Or had it?

He was usually praised for having such an uncanny memory, but most of the time he couldn't recall anything that had happened when he was young. The reminder was similar to one that he felt long ago, back when his senses was first used. The odor was the faint scent of rotting flesh; the sight was a haze of darkness; the feeling of eternal pain had coursed through his heart. He didn't wanted to remember it. Who would?

He sighed, tsking himself for being such a whiner. Continuing to stare at the consuming darkness that was the hall, he decided: was he going in, or not? His mouth was closed in a slight pout and his look mirrored one of thoughtfulness. Duh, he was going in; it couldn't have been more clearer. Instead of setting off in a hesistant manner, he entirely disregarded the scent and just strolled in.

Somehow and someway, he could see! Oh, with the means of magick, the darkness just parted away and a plain path could be sought. Or that was what he thought it was. It was just him and his night-vision. He continued down the halls, pausing to scan each and every door, before going on to the next one. It wasn't that bad, apart from the fact that sometimes the halls were curved slightly and went down ward, and that there were a great amounts of forks. At the end of the hall, he spotted another fork...

And- he blinked in disbelief- light? Wasn't it night time? Why was there light? He hurried down the musty hall, subconciously wanting to get out as soon as possible. As he turned the fork, he saw the door farthest from the hall was open, and he peeked inside. There were lushious greenery decorating the area, seemingly radiating with light and an eerie glow, neon-like white flowers pushed out of the grass in attempt to reach the fake brightness of the painted moon. Stars were scattered all over the ceiling of black, overlooking a marble like bridgement over a flowing river. In the center, though, was something that looked like temple, stone pillars held up the study roof. He glanced towards his left, blinking a bit before addressing-

"Ah, Anthony!" he pipped at the brown-headed teenager, who was staring at the ceiling in thought. He waved his hand in an overextagerated gesture of "hi." "Watcha doin' all here alone by youself? Adventure caught too much of you?"

"Hmm..." Literally sticking his face in his friend's, he looked eye-to-eye deeply at him, something like examining his very soul. Concluding again in his mind that something was wrong with Anthony, he tip-toed and brushed the top of the teen's head, which was quite a feat since there was almost a good foot difference in their height. "You...got something in your eye," before succeeding to try and poke his friend's eye.

Art laughed a bit to himself, as he fell onto the cold dirt ground, onto the wide field flowers. He breathed in the scent of outdoorness, before the soothing scent of the wildflowers particially hypnotized him into a state of subconciousness.

[Okay, so I couldn't help making him mess with Anthony. Note that he called him by his full name too. :3 Hopefully, I didn't intrude in any of your plans.]

-Lit

 

[Xinkc]

Ildri approached Jack and Lazarix to see if she could work out what was going on. It was apparent that she heard about the "X" room and about Lazarix becoming a demon because all of the sudden she laughed nervously and interrupted them, “you must be imagining things, and with all these statues around it’s really no surprise,”

Lazarix could tell that she thought he had really seen something. “Alright then,” Ildri said, putting her ‘adventure’ face on, “show us this room.”

Lazarix took Ildri and Jack into the hall he had found the "X" door. He continued leading them until they reached the door. “I’ll wait here while you guys go in,” Lazarix said, he didn’t want to go through that again.

“Ohhh no. You’re going in with us,” Ildri said while forcing Lazarix into the room followed by Jack. They had just passed the threshold when Lazarix felt the familiar pain. After a few moments it subsided. Lazarix looked around to see what happened to Jack and Ildri but in their place was a large, orange dragon and a pale pink something or other. Lazarix really didn’t get to see the pink creature because it was gone with a blink of an eye.

“Oh crap,” sighed Lazarix.

 

[/Exiled/]

"It is something that must be destroyed, this kind of evil shouldnt be left uncontrolled... But i'm not the one to rush in and be rash....." Anthony thinks to himself as he blankly stares. He stands thinking for what seems the like the longest time. Though Eventually he notices another in here.

"Is that you... Art? He blatantly states leaning down to his eye level. Anthony could easily sense something was different about himself. And as he looks down at the gray haired youth... He can tell there is something amiss about him to.

The brown haired teen looks directly into Art's purple eyes. Something about them almost mesmerizing. There was a strangeness to them that he couldnt exactly pinpoint. But what?....

"Art, you are not normal.... I am not normal either... This place is effecting us... I dont know if its good or bad, but I dont think we will be hurt...." Anthony states with calmness. He raises his right arm above Art's head.

A bright light appears from his hand as he starts diving into the purple eyed child's thoughts.... Trying to find what is different about him. Anthony starts to look different magnificently as he feels himself change. Into what he didnt know, but it felt very holy. "Vmmmmmmm!" A loud sound appears for a brief second, than stops.

All of a sudden Anthony feels normal and stumbles back. He appears a bit bewildered about what happend.

"Art... What's going on? Sorry, did you say something earlier? I was a bit in a trance....." He confusingly states. Art just looks at him for a second, like he's trying to find words that can explain how he feels.

"why is there grass here anyway?..... Blech, I dont know... Here i'll follow you if you wanna go investigate more.... How are you?"

"Wait... Art, are you ok?..... What is this room... Flowers?...... Art?"

Anthony confusingly stands there, as he cant even tell if Art is actually there in the first place. "Bleh...."

OOC: Oh no literate, its perfectly fine! I was waiting for someone to interact with my character ^_^

 

[Alecat]

She felt as though she had blanked out. No, she was stronger than that. But she did still feel kind of woozy… what was this room?

In her peripheral vision, she thought she saw something fleshy pink…

Ildri blinked.

Allete blinked.

The thing was gone.

“Wait, Allete?” Ildri thought.
Someone was in her mind.
Or was she was in the mind of another?

Whatever was going on, there was a definite link between her and someone named Allete. She couldn’t work out what, though…

Then, almost as a reply, Ildri raised her arm without thinking. Except, it wasn’t her arm.

In place of her soft hand was a taloned scaly one. She flexed the fingers slightly, and the, no her, claws extended. Shocked, she lowered her arm again. It didn’t take Ildri long to realise that she was now balanced on all-fours.

She swung her tail around in exasperation.

Tail?!

She arched her long neck over her folded wings to look at the mad appendage.

Wait, what? Long neck, scales, spiky tail, wings…

She was a dragon?
Then she heard a voice. It was feminine, but rough… it seemed familiar, as though a trace of the voice was left in her mind as she blinked and moved.

“Took you long enough,” the voice scolded, “and to set you straight, this is my body, not yours.”
Both minds were silent, for a moment. Ildri would probably have had a headache, if this were her own head…
“I can’t say you’re totally welcome here, but I can’t exactly evict you.”
Ildri cringed to herself. She didn’t like this at all… she was misplaced in the body of some creature. A creature that wasn’t even meant to exist! She felt as though some weight was being forced on her… was she just overcome by the experience or was the owner of the voice trying to swamp her mind?

Then she saw… they saw, a tall figure that had been standing there all along. It was mostly shadowed by huge, black, feathered wings sprouting from its shoulders, but a scaly tail and humanoid hands were also apparent.
“A demon! That’s what Lazarix saw! What’s going on?”
“No time for that,” the voice bluntly cut her off, “we’ve wasted enough time as it is… stay still, and let me take lead,”
“Take lead in what?”

Allete lunged forward at the demon, roaring.
“No, wait!” Ildri saw the familiar, but different face, “That’s… that’s Lazarix!”

[Whoo, fun. Inner monologues... or rather, conversations, especially so!]

 

[Literate]

After five seconds, Art sat upright again. He had been quietly thinking of the words that Anthony had just said, and tried to come up with a way to reply that would still be plausible for his age. WHich was hard, considering the fact that he liked logic so much.

"I'm alright," he answered, standing up from the ground and brushing off the dirt on his pratically white pants. "The grass is probably here...because we're in that thing, something that it outside...thing..." he trailed off, trying to act like he didn't know what he was supposed to be describing.

What he had meant to say was, note that it had a higher vocabulary and normal ten-year-olds are supposed to have: We are probably in an addition to the building, something off the side of the ruins with a circular dome over the grasses. Wide metallic windows can be found to ventilate air and rain to let the flowers glow, and naturally, the stars can glow because of the white against a black background. How he knew this, he didn't know, but that was what it supposed it was.

He skipped to the opposite door to where it had entered, and tried to ignore what Anthony had said. He wasn't normal...

'Of course, I'm not normal...' he thought biting his lower lip; did he not put on the correct act as a young innocent prankster ten-year-old? Who would actually even flicker a brow to see if this child was actually older than he looked? No one; but Anothony did; was it because of what he had done? Stare deeply into his mind to try read it? He kicked a stone rock and watched it roll down a small hill. Nah, impossible. He knew that no one could read minds since... Well, since he had ever remembered, but then again, he never remembered anything.

The door yielded to show a deserted garden; weeds had overgrown the miscellaneous number of flowers and rocks laid haphazardly in the stone paths. It was a pitiful sight. Without thinking, he knelt to the stone ground and spread a clump of weeds apart and saw an apple laid perfectly in the center. He picked it up and sniffed it: it was healthy, no poison. Biting into it, the juicy flavor of the fruit nearly swayed Art and his picky habits; in other words, the apple was delicious.

He glanced at Anthony out of the corner of his eye; it wouldnt' do for him to be the only one eating and he not. No one had eaten since they had first came here afterschool, and it was already getting a bit late. He spotted another flash of color wedged between two overturned rock slabs. An orange. Using his left hand to takehold of it, he sauntered over to Anthony to avoid tripping over stones, and stuck out his hand to tell him to receive it.

[He's actually considerate for once. That's his actual personality. He respects people on the same boat. ]

-Lit

 

[/Exiled/]

"th... Thanks...." Anthony replies on receiving the orange. He just stands there for a long while thinking of what to say to Art. "Art.... I'm not exactly sure what I did, but this room seems very familiar.... I'm sorry if I did anything to you, but I just felt really odd... Like I could understand everything better." The brown haired teen looks down at the orange in his hand. Anthony did really like oranges. Any citrus fruit was really fine with him. Well, ofcourse he didnt eat raw lemons or limes though.

Walking down back by Art, he glances around at this strange garden. It seemed deserted with rocks, weeds, and flowers haphazardly thrown around everywhere. It seemed that a tornado tore through here and moved everything around in it. He glances down to a dishelved rock and moves towards it. Glancing, he sees something yellow down by it. Anthony slowly lifts up a banana from by the rock. He grimaces and sets the yellow fruit on a rock by Art. He hated bananas very much...

"Huh, whats this?!" he states rather loudly, signaling for Art to come closer. Anthony glances down at a cluster of rocks. He can see a small part of the what the rocks were ontop of. It looked like a flat sone plaque. Cautiously, he starts moving the rocks aside. Eventually what appeares to be a stone hatch appears in the ground.

He gives an odd face to Art, who returns the face back at him. Anthony reachs down to the stone hancle and pulls very hard. It is very heavy and takes much effort to move. But eventually with enough strain, and Art's help he gets the hatch off. Under it was a stone staircase. And ofcourse, Anthony just has to go down and see whats there.

The staircase is long and dark. Sometimes it would spiral a little to. And on the wall were many old unlighten torches. Eventually he comes down into a room.

It is a large half circle shaped room with tons, and tons of doors lining it. There were words on every door, and a sign in the middle of the room. It was odd.... They were written in some ancient text, but he could understand what they said.

"Portal... Room?" He states with a freaked out tone. Anthony slowly walks over to a door that has a sign that read "Main room"

Slowly the brown haired teen opens the door... His eyes fill with astonisment to see that it is indeed the main hall room... With the statues. But thats impossible, thats way up there, and we've gone down.... Unless?

"Are these real portals???"

 

[VampirateMace]

Percy turned and waited just behind the crypt door. He was listening, just incase one of the others had followed him; it appeared they were more interested in the X room. He sighed, he wasn’t much fond of that room, but it served its purpose.

He descended the stairs into the crypt. The seven corpses guarding the crypt stood ridged to either side of the hall. The wall and ceiling were elaborately decorated in human bones. Bone dust fell softly from the ceiling. Someone must have entered the portal chamber which was directly above the main crypt hall. He chuckled softly to himself, of course all the places one went from there were real, but they only existed within these walls. Most were merely portals to get quickly to other areas of the building, but a couple led to leisure rooms, an endless sunny beach, and a dark dank forest. One could get lost for a long time in one of these alternate worlds.

He addressed the corpse guard with a bow and walked through to the next room. It was hexagonal room with many identical doors designed to confuse enemy spies. If a spy managed to get in and steal a warrior secret he’d have the problem of finding the door back to the main crypt hall. The trick was that the two doors next to the door directly across from the hall door lead to the warriors’ living quarters. The door directly across was a warp portal back to the main hall of the building.

Percy was no longer living, so instead of proceeding to the living quarters he took a sharp turn to the right.

 

[Razor Shiftry]

OOC: this…is going to be weird…

BIC: Jack felt himself want to go into the room…and yet he was scared to. Lazarix also seem reluctant to enter, but Ildri playfully shoved him in and, before he could do anything, something within him made his legs move and he followed them in. The room was simple and reasonably large with a ornately carved fountain in the centre. Unlike the room that everyone first came into, this fountain had water in it, but it had a slight greenish tinge to it.

Jack suddenly felt ill. He felt…he felt…another presence in his mind? Like something nagging him, wanting to break free, escape. Jack fell, feeling the hard stone floor collide with his knees. His eyesight became blurred, dark spots appearing, and then, he became blind, the world in total darkness…

Jack opened his eyes. It was still black. But he could still see himself. Like a splash of colour on a black canvas. Jack cried out but the blackness swallowed the sound. He looked around him, and something caught his eye. Something a pale white/ pinkie colour. Jack cried out to it. It stepped forward, literally out of the shadows.
He was tall, and lithe, and looked vaguely similar to Jack. But Jack noticed differences. His face was sharper, more feline. His clothes where also different, being completely pitch black and stopping at the elbows and knees. And on the exposed skin, there were tattoos of leaves and ivy…moving? Jack blinked and looked again but the tattoos were still.
‘Who are you’, asked Jack cautiously.
He man? He, Jack assumed he must be, sighed and crossed his arms. Jack noticed a thin bladed sword at his side. ‘I am you’ he replied cryptically.
‘And what's that suppose to mean? And where are we any way?’ Jack could feel himself getting angry and took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down a touch. The man smirked. ‘This is going to take to long to explain’, he said aloud, but to himself and looked up at Jack, ‘you may call me Assassin and what I said is what I mean. And this place is your mind to answer your second question’.
Jack took another moment to look at him, and then laughed. ‘Your name’s Assassin? And this!’ Jack spread his hands out and span around once and laughed again, ‘this! Is my mind? This empty blackness? Come on! tell me what happened. Was there a trap door or something?’ Jack took a breath and was about to say something else but Assassin held up his hand to make him stop. ‘you don’t believe me I see’, said Assassin in a drawl like way, ‘then I will warn you. I am going to take over your body. Weather you are going to watch what happens or not is up to you. But you will not stop me’.
Jack burst out laughing again. ‘You’re going to take over my body. Who are you? Go on! Take it. I dare you! This will be a laugh!’ the last bit Jack said to himself.
Assassin let his arms spread out dramatically and he bowed mockingly. ‘As you wish Jack’, he said and faded into the shadows, again.

Jack opened his eyes. Again. He was lying on the floor. He lifted himself up. But this was strange. Like it wasn’t him. He looked around. There was an orange dragon next to him! He couldn’t believe it! He wanted to run but found he couldn’t. Instead, he began brushing the dirt off his clothes. No, Jack realised, Assassin’s clothes. Jack felt himself gasp in shock…and somehow, he also felt the grim satisfaction of Assassin, but the gasp of shock didn’t show on the body, but the smirk of the Assassin.
A clattering made their head turn around sharply and Assassin/Jack saw a hideous demonic creature stand up slowly and unsurely, balancing his weight between the creature’s large wings. A thought flashed across their mind, as loud as a loudspeaker, a thought to hide. A peculiar sensation followed. Jack caught a glimpse of the demon and dragon glance at him before he…just faded. That’s all Jack could describe it as.
What did you do? Asked Jack hesitantly as he felt their faded body jump lightly on to a wooden ceiling beam and both of them watched the scene below.
I melted into the shadows, thought Assassin.
Melted? Asked Jack again.
Yes, I melted into the shadows to avoid Allete and Lazarix.
You know who they are? JAck thought, mildly surprised. Lazarix? Is he the demon thingy?
Yes.
How? What? And who’s Allete? Is she the dragon? Where’s Ildri? Jack bombarded Assassin with questions.
I will not say how, not yet. But Allete is the dragon and Ildri at the same time. Assassin paused. Like us.
Like…like us?But you have my body! I can’t do anything! All I can do is annoy you with questions and…and…
SILENCE! Do not pester me with stupid questions. Jack felt a murderous emotion rise up, and Jack felt Assassin’s presence move away a bit, but then stop. The Assassin calmed down a bit. All will be explained in due time. For now, just watch. I promise I will not kill or harm anyone. Unless some one makes me. The last comment made Jack shiver, and Assassin’s presence didn’t betray any emotion. Was he joking? Or not? He did felt that deadly emotion earlier and he knew he had murdered before. And the murderer was in control of his body. Jack panicked as he felt Assassin’s body and mind focus on stealthily sneak out of the room and down the corridor. The Assassin knew this place, thought Jack grimly,I just hope he doesn’t meet anyone…