The Ruin (Rated PG-13, for violence)

[Literate]

Forgetting his place at the amazement of the main hall just appearing in front of them, he replied, "Possibly; the ruins never looked ancient enough for it to even be a hundred years old, so the magic, if someone had actually placed a spell on it, didn't wear off. So to answer your question, yes, I think they are; it is rather-"

He stopped in mid-sentence after noticing that he had dropped his cover. Strange, he never did that. Racking his mind for a reasonable explanation or distraction, Art stuck his hands into his pockets, "I mean, they're really cool and stuff, you would never find this kind of thing somewhere else. So they are really special."

His eyes rovered to a bug crawling along a dusty windowsill. He sharply pointed at the insect, saying, "There's actually life here! Come! Look!" He dashed to the bug, and stared at it with concentrated eyes. He brought a hand over the little cockaroach, pinched it between his forefinger and thumb, and smashed it into a glop of green guts. Juices fell out underneath it. "Hey, it's dead. Did you see those things fly?"

He then succeeded to wiped his hand on his still white pants.

-Lit

 

[/Exiled/]

OOC: this will be a bit short.

Anthony grimaces at the disgusting spectacle of a disgusting bug be disgustingly squished.

"Well, we remembered where the room is, lets go try to find the others...." Anthony states calmly as he continues down in the main hall.

He is still finding this place odd, but he knew it would be, and he was always open for change. So he decides not to question anything he sees here, as everything in here is just so strange anyway.

Anthony continues down the hall way looking at the odd scenery that is has to offer.

He continues down a few halls until he comes across a certain hall.

"Are those my friends?" He asks blatantly seeing bizzare things happening around him. More like feeling actually.

"great, More questions....

 

[VampirateMace]

(I guess mine is kind of short too…)

Percy entered a room lined with tombs. In the center was a raised area with one black casket on it. Unlike most items in the building the casket was dust free, shiny in fact. Percy looked back at the door to his room, he felt a little guilty leaving his friends behind, but he was still rather upset from what Jack had done.

Percy swung open the casket lid. It was lined with deep scarlet velveteen. As he climbed inside he could feel the cold dreamless sleep of the dead coming over him. He barely had time to close the lid before falling into a deep vampire sleep.

(Percy is asleep now, and it would take an awful lot to wake him up, so don’t go lighting any dynamite or dropping any breakables unless you want a crazy sleepwalking vampire to attack you.)

 

[Literate]

Chills crept up his spine, his fear drowning out Anthony's question. Most of the color drained from his face, and beads of sweat began to appear. It was like someone had drenched cold water on his fire of hyperness. He was afraid.

Something wasn't right; he wasn't scared of anything, he wasn't bothered by anything, rather he was the one who bothered. Not as far as he remembered. Why now, why this?

In his conscience, ice began to form over his mind, numbing his senses and his metality. He had to get away; the aura that room was presenting wasn't pleasing to say at the least.

Run. Run. RUN!

He bolted out of the Main Room, almost tripping over the rug that he had thrown earlier. Art ran down the rocky steps that led down to the courtyard and lost himself in the winding forest. Only then did he stop, water dripping down his face; his gray hair was soaked and he himself was chilled to the bone. Why had ran? Why was he so frightened? Bad experience, bad experience, he thought repeatedly to himself, but where in his life had he ever had something like that?

He grew dizzy, eyesight blurring, and he fell, conciousnes drained. It had triggered memories that he didn't want to remember.

[Okay, so yeah. *Notice how he didn't investigate after Lazerix as we would have.* He'll just wake up in the morning after sleeping in cold sweat and not remember that part. Forced amnesia.]

-Lit