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Ratchet had to wonder why the rain hadn't flooded the statue room yet. The rain feel through the hole and onto some of the stairs but it seemed like it couldn't go any further than that. After the first turn, the stairs were dry and remained that way the rest of the way down. The moving platform was also dry as was the Coliseum. The Lombax was down among the statues, looking at each one in turn. There had to be a reason this room was revealed, why it just opened up out of the blue.

Things usually didn't happen without a reason. He'd been struggling more lately, just keeping himself preoccupied with patrols and taking small naps during the day. Bags were forming under his eyes from lack of sleep but he didn't care. His insomnia was getting worse so it was helping; wonderful contradiction that was.

He moved from the statue of a man to one of a woman this time. They both looked so surprised and scared. Most of these statues held expressions of shock and absolute fear. Why would someone carve statues with these faces? Why not still or happy expressions? The thought had come to his mind on several of them. Maybe they all weren't just statues. What if these had been people at one point? Then what would that mean? Did the Queen he'd heard about do this or was it something else? Could it be if you were in a sarcophagus too long you turned into a statue? Too many possibilities and none of them good.

last_lombax

[Ratchet's laying in bed today, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He ate some food left by Haku and just went back to his room after making his wish. If it was granted...then he would have a better weapon than his guns. Guns needed ammo after all. Something he'd have to keep wishing for. This wouldn't need that. There was just other things that came with it.

He had thought he would have been feeling horrible since he had stopped getting any real sleep thanks to restless dreams he couldn't remember and that strange vision of his own death again. And here he was, wishing for the exact weapon that killed him and he didn't feel anything. He hadn't felt anything for the last few days really. He just didn't. It just wasn't there, no fear, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. He just couldn't feel. He faked smiles well enough, as well as laughs and things but they weren't real. He was surprised no one had noticed yet. Maybe he was a better actor than he thought?

Whatever the case, it didn't matter. Right now his only concern was protecting everyone else. He was the hero, even if a dead one. And the hero made sure everyone got out okay, themselves included or not. And he was going to start doing just that.]

((OOC: So Ratchet's depressed and hanging out in his room. Aimed mostly at fellow room 13 dwellers but if you feel the need to come knock on the Lombax's door and visit, he'll open it for you.))

last_lombax

[Ratchet was slowly walking through the common area, his eyes staring down at the ground. His dreams last night were nothing good and he couldn't shake this feeling they left him. He felt tired, sore, and guilty. His chest hurt from it all and something else. That ghost of a memory. It hadn't hurt that bad, in the end. It was over in less than thirty seconds but it felt longer. Still, the pain was there then it was gone. Just like that.

He was about to turn around a corner when he heard a voice. A very familiar voice. The floor wasn't stone anymore, it was glass and golden metal. There was the whizzing of technology in his ears and he could see the stars down below all the swirling metal rings and Zoni.]

Don't you walk away from me! I said stop! The words echoed in his mind as he turned around. He could see Alister, the wrench, the blast of energy. It was coming right at him and all he could do was stand there like a creature caught in the headlights. This was unavoidable...and maybe he deserved it.]

last_lombax

He's been trapped in the darkness for who knows how long. The Lombax certainly doesn't know. He remembers coming in and out of consciousness a few times, seeing only the dark before sleep reclaimed him. This time though he knew he couldn't go back to sleep. He'd been in here too long and his body felt heavy. Ratchet bit hard on his lip, using the pain to try and banish the fog from his mind. He could feel the blood running down his chin. Okay, that was enough pain. He began to wiggle, trying to free his arms from their restraints. It didn't work too well though.

"H-Help..." He voice was hoarse from lack of water and he winced when he used it. But he couldn't give up, not yet. "H-Help...someone!" Again it wasn't too loud. He had to get himself out. It was then his phone went off. Oh wait, he still had it. He kept it in one of his gauntlets just in case. He wiggiled his wrist, pushing the small out-of-date communicator out of his armor and grabbed a hold. He listened to the message...it was Duo! He only had the light of the phone to go by and right now he was feeling the grips of sleep on him again. He could only type back two words and wait for the pilot, hoping he knew that they meant.

tophbeifong

Toph knew she found the courtyard through various senses. She could smell the fresh air, hear the birds, and feel the warm sunlight and cool breeze. The hard stone from the castle faded into softer walkway stone as she moved out into the yard. When her feet touched the grass, she smiled to herself. No longer was the resonance of vibration from the earth surging out and back at her with all its strength. Instead, it met resistance and the grass muffled her senses as it tickled her feet, creating a sort of static for her until it gave way under her soles to let foot meet soil and allow the reverberations communicate to her nearly half a second later than solid ground.

It was a strange sensation, but she welcomed it. It calmed her, and she continued to smile while she moved to what she thought was a nice spot.

She breathed calmly and evenly as she took her stance. One move, another, and then a third, and a perfectly shaped chaise rose up from the ground. She felt proud of herself as she moved to it and lay down, body lying comfortably against the contour of the grass-covered reclining seat.

Once decidedly comfortable, Toph pulled a flask from her belt and took a drink from it. Nice, cool water. She'd stolen the idea from another castle inhabitant and had made one out of a chunk of metal ripped from her bed frame. He used his for naughty juice; she used hers for water.

Toph felt a little guilty. Most of the castle was trying to figure out how to get out of there. She, though, wasn't putting so much effort into it. Sure, she wanted to leave, but what could she do? She'd promised a new friend that she wouldn't go far without eyes to help her spot the monsters she couldn't detect. While she wanted to do her part of the exploring and searching for a way home, she didn't want to be useless in a fight against a flying shadow with claws.

There were very few times that Toph would admit her blindness to be a hindrance. A skirmish against the monsters that moved without contact or sound was one of those very few times.

"I'll just wait for a friend," she told no one before closing her eyes and laying her head back against her arm.

modernholmes

Shinichi is outside in one of the courtyards today. After receiving his skateboard from the spring he had spent a few days thoroughly checking over all the wiring and connections. And today he had decided to finally test its operation.

He searches the courtyards until he finds one with promising surroundings. And then he drops the skateboard on the ground and calmly steps onto it. With one toe he nudges the pressure switch.

And then, to the sound of the motor's loud whine, he's crouching down on the board as he speeds down the courtyard. As he approaches the wall he leans into the turn and starts building up the acceleration.

stillshinigami

So he's taken to spending quite a bit at time in the common area of the residential chamber. Usually? Chilling out at the table or finding a nice little niche to settle in. Right then? He'd found a stone bench near a window that looked out onto the courtyard. On the opposite bench, a green-gray crate with numbers on it and a packing label. Someone got a package today. How? Probably a good question.

He'd gotten it the night before at the fountain while he was still restlessly awake. Didn't really take him long to figure out what had happen once he decided to throw a coin in and make a wish but he didn't think for a second that it would work. About two hours later? He asked again. Past midnight.

Now. It was late afternoon and he'd held off from indulging long enough. He settled onto the window seat, propped a leg up on the opposite stone ledge and plucked an apple from the crate of perfectly ripe fruit. Strawberries, mangoes, apricots, grapes, apples and pears. Perfect. He took a bite out of the apple, sighing contently.

So he'd lost his nerve for a spell. So those damn Shadows sapped a bit of his courage away. Didn't bother him so much right now. He'd just have this and enjoy his little birthday eating, drinking and being merry. Like you're supposed to do.

"Bottoms up." He said, drinking the last out of his flask before looking to the bottle to fill it back up.

[OOC: A window seat are common structures in castles. They look like this. Feel free to join Duo and have a drink, eat some good food, he's happy to share and plenty to go around. Also I may prefer prose but you can also respond in comment spam. I really don't care either way.]

last_lombax

It was dark. Night had fallen over the island and the only light to be seen is flickering torches of the stone room. A broken stone walkway once stretched across the room but has collapsed in the middle. Down below was a dusty and dirty floor, covered in pieces of debris and rock. For those outside the room, the sound of grunts and movement could be heard. There was shuffling, a growl, the sound of metal hitting stone, the sound of a loud crack and finally a thud.

Inside the room, down in the messy bottom section was a group of shadow creatures. Their glowing orbs provided some light but not enough to illuminate the dark depths of the room. The torches line the walls but not all were lit. But if one looked closely, they could see what has drawn the shadow monsters out tonight. There was a body, lying face up on the ground. It was small and from the outline it looks like it may have a pair of large horns, perhaps? Either way, it was unmoving as the monsters slowly surround it. One larger creature lifted the small body with easy, and threw it over his shoulder. There was the sound of metal hitting stone again as the body dropped something. It bounced and skid into the light of a torch. It was a very large wrench from the looks of it.

The monsters began their retreat. Heading for the shadow portal in the corner by one of the torches. It seemed the monsters had caught someone out alone at night. What shall you do?

stillshinigami

He found his room. Door opened right up for him in that large green stoned chamber, but he couldn't say he slept particularly well by any means. He was still tired by the time he woke up, unsure of the correct time. Exploring the main chamber he discovered a bit of food laid out, and needless to say it was probably the worst slop he's had since he was stuck on MREs in that field mission a year back. He ate half and left it, heading back to look into the fountain. He leaned over and reached a finger in. Feels like normal water. He took a hand full and washed his hands, pulling them out and putting his wet hands to his face. That was better.

He sat at the edge, leaning his arms against his knees as he looked at the ground. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, his mind running a complete blank. So what? Explore? Figure out these damn maze like puzzles? Maybe it's just a game or something. Or maybe it's a clever death trap. He didn't have anything close to a reasonable answer, but he was hoping someone else did.

Pulling out his phone, he checked for a response to the text he had sent out to the contact labeled 'Quatre' in hopes that it was his comrade. Nothing yet. Hopefully something soon though.

"Wish I knew what the hell I'm getting into with this place."

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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