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She now found herself in a very dark place. At first, she had only looked around, trying to see if maybe, just maybe, she could get an idea of where she might have been; it was for naught, though, it seemed. She couldn't recognize anything. It was just dark.

It was then that she began to panic, frantically reaching her arms out (and being met with very limited arm mobility) and touching the sides of her current location, feeling around for a possible exit to the place.

When she couldn't seem to find one, that was when she started screaming.

Despite her lack of true humanity, tears poured from her eyes and ran down her cheeks; her voice, though synthesized, held the emotion of fear as she screamed for help, pounding on the sides of the place she found herself trapped in. Nothing she did seemed to help.

No, she needed to calm down and think logically about this. It was the only way she would find her way out, right? If nobody was around that she could depend on, she had to depend on herself.

Calming down was not something that was happening easily, though. Every time she tried, she couldn't help but return to the blubbering mess she had been only moments before.

It was now that she had to try the one thing that always managed to calm her down.

Softly at first, and then growing in volume as she continued, a song started to come from one of the sarcophagi.

kaderp

Kadar was Brooding. With a capital B and a look on his face like someone had stolen his candy, kicked his puppy, and then run over his brand new robes on with their motorcycle.

He had nearly died. That wasn't quite what it felt like, and the first time he'd died had been almost more peaceful-- but this was his second chance. He was supposed to be able to enjoy it, wasn't he?

But-- he'd been dragged into the sarcophagus again. Maybe whatever had really brought him here... well, perhaps it wasn't here as a second chance after all. It was a distressing thought. He would give almost anything just to go back and be able to follow his brother out of the Temple; not to cause Malik that additional heartbreak like he so clearlly was. It hurt everytime Malik looked at him, to see how upset his brother was, all the time.

Kadar wanted to go back to how things were, or at the very least, know what was going on.

So he was sitting, brooding a little, in a not-quite-so-dark corner off of the living quarters of the castle, drawing little stick-figure Assassins in the dust and then wiping them away. It was a little pathetic, really. He should definitely be interrupted.

tophbeifong

Tea. The past few days were incredibly rough and all rough days call for tea. Lots and lots of tea. The well had come through and she was graced with a lovely tin of flavored tea straight from the Jade Dragon. It was a blend made specifically for the delicate senses. 'Bandit's Brew,' Iroh had called it, specially mixed just for her after she expressed an intense fondness of a fruit flavored jasmine that hadn't quite taken off the way he'd hoped.

Toph, though, found it as calming as it was delicious, as tasty as it was smooth, and it was exactly what she needed at that point in time. She'd had enough adventuring and exploring for the time being. Instead, she wanted to relax and let her injured back and shoulders heal.

Toph Bent a fire pit under the shade of the tree in the courtyard and let a small blaze grow while she crafted a sturdy pot and a set of cups out of clay. She monitored the water in the pot with the back of her hand, waiting until it had reached the perfect temperature to boil the leaves. She judged the time by smell and before long had a nicely brewed pot of rosy red tea, sweet and fruity in both taste and scent.

She poured herself a cup and hesitated before filling the other three.

The general turned tea guru had always said that the best tea in the world didn't taste half as good unless it was being shared with someone. Friends made it delicious enough, but complete strangers often added a unique zing. At first she thought he was finally hitting that nutty stage of old age. As she sat there, taking tea alone for the first time in ever, she wondered if, like everything else out of his mouth, there was some underlying wisdom that she didn't understand until... well, until she simply understood.

((Ooc: Free tea for all!))

sicarius

[The Sarcophagi room has been getting many new visitors as of late. This one who's now arriving shouldn't be any different.

But Ezio, for some reason or another, remembers getting on a horse to try and send news of the attack against the villa, remembers fighting against hundreds of men.

Most of all, he remembers Cesare.

But now, there's only darkness, and in that darkness he can feel that bullet dig right into his shoulder, blood pooling as his arms struggle to lift themselves, feeling the oppressive weight of the sarcophagi he's trapped in.

And then he remembers this place. He was here, again. Gone from the Castle one morning, to return home to see his uncle and bretheren, only to be attacked and now trapped back in a place he barely liked or knew.

There's a definite sound of cursing in Italian heard from behind the heavy lid, and it slowly but surely is shoved off, bringing light into a once-dark place. Ezio stumbles out, still bleeding heavily from his arm, and takes his first few steps rather determined to get out of this place. Then another, and another, and another. And then he collapses, too weak to keep moving because of the loss of blood, wondering if this is the place that he is going to die, after all he's been through.

A little help? He could use it right about now.]

sakedrinking

This wasn't her room.

There was no sound of machinery, no gentle hum of lights and computers and other equipment. There was no child-like laughter from the twins outside the door, no tapping of fingers or smell of cigarettes as Dell worked tirelessly on his song writing, no distant sound of singing from somewhere else in the VOCALOID household that Crypton owned in that small residential district in Tokyo. There was just silence, and a musty scent that for all intents and purposes reminded her of a grave yard after a rain storm had come and gone.

And darkness.

A darkness she wasn't used to.

It soon dawned on her why, though, shortly after her systems started up and she roused from her sleep mode, only slightly more energized than when she had gone to bed.

She was enclosed in something. It was cold, stone, rough and only the barest bits of light fluttered through the few small openings that were high above her head. There was something behind her that only reached to her shoulder blades, just as solid as the stone around her, but she couldn't for the life of her see what it was. In front, what looked to be some kind of opening, though it was little more than a sliver of a crack around it that indicated this.

At first she was curious in her strange half-awake moment before her systems came completely on line, but soon enough that was replaced by fear, then panic. Had she been kidnapped? Were the others there with her? This wasn't a prank... it couldn't be. There was nothing like this strange tomb in their home or anywhere near by. But then, where was she? And how had she been taken from her home so quickly as to not have woken up at all during the journey?

"... h... hello?! e-eto... Is... is anyone out there?! Is-- h... help... ! Help me! Please!"

She became more frightened by the second, even going so far as to start pushing against the wall in front of her in some useless hope that maybe, just maybe, it would budge.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE"

Her voice rose shrilly, loud and echoing in her chamber, even carrying outside of it for a long ways beyond where her wobbling sarcophagi stood. She was so fraught with panic that she didn't even realize she was actually making the stone budge and sway. She started throwing herself against it hard, slamming her shoulder in to it repeatedly with her frightened, no longer coherent screams.

All at once the stone gave and toppled over with her still inside it, sending both crashing to the stone ledge hard. She bounced when she hit, body jarring with the impact as she skid and went rolling off the edge on to the ground below. She landed in a heap, groaning with the pain her nerve receptors were sending through her entire body, especially her head. A few warnings popped up only long enough for her to know that she was going to shut down momentarily due to the impact.

"Nn-- no... don't--..."

Try as she might to fight against her system's protocols, she failed to stop the shut down fast enough, and within seconds she was still, laying as a discarded doll on the dusty castle floor.

dai

[His satchel secured around his torso and a piece of parchment in his hand, Malik Al-Sayf is wandering around just about everywhere that his feet can carry him at this given moment. Not one to be social, he has taken on the task of mapping out the known area on his own as knows his skills and knows that cartography is a talent that he holds. Whether a map had been given or not, he was not in possession of it and so he figured that one would eventually be needed as this place had be larger than it looked, had to hold more than what had been revealed to them thus far.

His process is tedious, it takes moments of sketching upon parchment when arriving in area for something rough, then counting paces to assure distances between walls, putting in staircases, counting the number of stairs it takes to ascend. It's a complicated process but he seems not only intent in exploring the place further to completely get his barrings but also on creating a solid map that perhaps can be replicated later.

Assistance is always appreciated but Malik is a sharp and rather severe figure, so it not always seems that way. Perhaps he seems a little too occupied in his work and simply needs a bit of interruption.]

permutant

[Who knows how you've found her - maybe you were just walking by, or you came to investigate what was definitely laughter - but there's a girl in the living area who you won't recognise from the sarcophagi; blonde, pretty, and otherwise unremarkable. She looks fairly happy and relieved for someone who is locked in a castle.

And as you're glancing over her, she's not a blonde any more. Her hair turns brown. She laughs again, looking at her hands, turning them over - there's a cascade of blue scales over her body and suddenly she has dark skin from the elbows down. More scales and she's completely blue, with shocking red hair - a more familiar face to some people. And then she's back to the lovely blonde girl.

Raven has her shifting back, everyone!

She also didn't realise anyone was watching her. Oops.]

fulfilled

[ Serah had been more shaken by being trapped in the sarcophagus than she cared to admit. One moment she'd felt herself turning to crystal, tears freezing on her cheek, Snow's words replaying like a mantra - they wouldn't call it eternity if you died. And then the feeling of suffocation, both sudden and unexpected. She'd screamed soundlessly, out of breath, as she'd hit the walls of the sarcophagus as hard as she could.

Eventually, she'd tumbled out of it and hit the ground, earning herself some bruises in the process. But Serah had been too stunned to register them, when she'd finally regained her bearings. Crystals didn't bruise. Crystals didn't feel. So what was she doing in this ruined... castle?

She'd wandered around in a daze until she'd come across what she assumed were sectored bedrooms - dormitories, maybe? It seemed a weird word to apply to rooms in a sprawling ruin - even the word castle felt like something out of a children's story - but it was the most fitting one, too. It hadn't taken Serah long to find the phone, too, and scroll through its functions hoping to see Snow and Lightning's names amidst all the unfamiliar ones.

If this was some kind of afterlife, some kind of eternity outside of reality, then Serah supposed they wouldn't be here anyway. She'd slept fitfully that night, snatching a few hours of undisturbed rest before she was awake and unpleasantly alert again. So she'd hesitantly stepped outside of the room, intent on exploring the place. Might as well, she thought, if there was nothing else she could do. She doubted her hero would be along to save her here. ]

So strange... [ She murmurs the words thoughtfully as she explores the area just outside the dormitories, unwilling to stray too far from them yet. ] It's not like the Vestige at all.

[ ooc: characters are free to run into her in the hallways or just outside the dorms, and roomies can run into her in the dorm too! ]

kaderp

[So, Kadar has a room. ...He supposes. The door opened when a bunch of other doors wasn't, and no one else seemed to claim the bed, so he flopped uselessly onto the bed for awhile to sleep. The next morning he noticed what he hadn't the night previous: a weird... thing.

Which he had then dismantled in complete bafflement. What was it? It came apart in different pieces, but that didn't make anymore sense. It wasn't a weapon, it wasn't food, it wasn't... maybe it was something from the future? Like-- Sofia and Desmond.

Kadar had gathered up the pieces, gone out and sat down in one of the chairs, staring at it with clear bafflement. What the heck?

...he considers for a moment, then quickly starts flicking the pieces back and forth on the table. this is kind of fun!]

[[ooc: feel free to bug him in the living quarters or in his room, if you're a roommate! whichever!]]

seventeenth

[Desmond thinks he's getting the hang of the castle. On and off, all day, he's been alternating between lounging around the living area and badgering people to come explore the castle with him -- not very far, of course, but just enough to get a proper feel for the place. He wants to go back to the tower. He wants to check the sarcophagus room to see if anyone else showed up. He wants to see what's waiting on the other side of the dorms. He wants to climb all over ancient, crumbling architecture for the hell of it.]

[It'll probably get annoying for everyone else, after a while, but for now Desmond is enjoying himself.]

(ooc: An open 'get bugged by Desmond' post. I can come up with a reason for hm to approach and chatter at literally anyone! If there's a specific area you want your character to go to just say so in the subject line/an ooc note, or write the tag with them already in that part of the castle.)

shadowqueen

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

[ooc: Welcome welcome, we are open!! Make threads, tag each other, be free! Prose and action spam are both fine, as you prefer. You can make your own posts to the community, now, too. Just don't forget the handy entry tags. ♥]

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