Character Castle 2.5
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“Nathair,” creepy says, with a fake smile. “don’t make fun of my name and I won’t make fun of your’s. That’s Caleb and this is Miles.”
Okay. Don’t think he’s creepy just cause Burn compared him to Oscar. Don’t think he’s creepy just cause Burn compared him to Oscar. Don’t think he’s creepy just cause Burn compared him to Oscar. Argh! BURN!
I do my best to keep my pouting internal. I’ve had lots of practice with suppressing emotions around Mom.
(Okay, that’s a little unfair. The most time I get to spend with her does tend to be on camera or in front of iMpOrTaNt people. Sooooooo.)
“We should probably find a place to stay…somewhere farther away from the bar, mm?”
“Burn what did you do?” I grab his sleeve. Still nothing conveniently small for me to use. One day I might evolve my psychometry enough to get memories from clothes but it is NOT this day, apparently.
“I’m innocent. I am as innocent as … as a puppy.”
“Why are you like this?” I sigh, I take his arm and glance up.
Nope. I am noping out of that. Nope. We are NOT considering … why is it gray and what is with the irrigation system here, it is soooo poorly planned. Why are they watering houses?
Nope. Remember, we are noping out of this.
“So, tell me exactly what is going on.” I flash my most winning smile – practiced in the mirror every day several times a day when I was a child, just for those abyss-bound cameras. Endless sea I hated being a child! “Burn, you’ll get your turn in a moment. I want to know …”
“I did not start the bar fight!” Burn protests. “No seriously! This was not my fault this time! Snake-Punk did it! I told you he’s like Oscar!”
Don’t sigh. Don’t give him ammunition.
“In a minute Burn. Caleb was it? Can you tell me what’s happened since you met my friend?”
BURN
Why is she mad at me? She’s mad at me. I actually didn’t misbehave this time why is she mad at me…
Oh.
Oh I bet she talked with her mom. Ugh.
I met Mrs. Rosewood long, long, long before I met Search. Unfortunately. Oscar had a tendency of keeping me in his apartments when I was staying in the Hives. “Nice and safe.”
It … probably didn’t help that the only time Grimme took me to the Hives was when I was injured… Took me a while to learn how to be blind…
“Can we go inside?” I interrupt whoever is speaking. I probably shouldn’t do that especially when Search is upset with me but …
Well, she’s uneasy about the … whatever-is-above too so she’ll want to go inside, can we please get something over our heads what is going on please can we leave
WHY oh WHY did I have to fall through a hole in reality? Why did Search have to? Why?
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
Alessio ducked under the table, still peeling bits of pie off his face and eat it with relish. He eyed the…wheeled-table? full of sweets and considered crawling after it. Only problem being…yeah yeah the handcuffs.
But he had a brilliant idea that he didn’t have to go to it, If everyone was throwing pies at him. All he’d have to do is not get hit by the pies…
Alessio tucked the tablecloth, lamely folding it in half to minimize the damage as it careened to the floor. Broken glass. There were surely broken plates and cups mixed with the food. To eat or not to eat…?
Another pie soared through the air and Alessio skidded down, flipping the table into a loose wall to shield himself. He slipped another biscuit in Sir Scary’s pocket also.
One wall was not going to protect them from the torrent of flying food.
“I’m going to grab the other table to make a barricade.” Alessio said to Sir Scary. The table was out of reach, so he tugged Sir Scary’s arm. Unfortunately, Alessio weighed about as much as a piece of paper so that didn’t do much. In fact he just tumbled backwards from the effort to pull him.
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“Best friend, name’s Sonja. But everyone calls me Search.”
Direct and polite. Strange considering Burn. But people were strange at times, Caleb shrugged.
“Can we focus on the holes in reality and getting back to where we belong?”
Nathair turned and looked at Caleb.
“Ah, good to see you! I knew you would make it eventually.”
Go jump off the island. Caleb didn’t say it but he sure wanted to. And he had to get him to pay the bartender. Maybe he should just drag Nathair back and let the beastman knock some sense into him. No, that wouldn’t be right. Warn him once then proceed with that plan.
“Well Search, if my ears don’t deceive me, the other poor punks caught in this mess are here. That one, Is Ax-Punk. That one is Metal-Punk, and the idiot implying emotional-incest is Snake-Punk. He’s like Oscar, you’ll hate him.”
Search just about facepalms with that sentence. So this is just how he is huh.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Don’t mind my friend here, he has amnesia and can’t remember names.”
Ah. Caleb decided to cut Burn a little slack. It did annoy him that he was “Ax Punk” but if he couldn’t remember his name, a nickname wasn’t so bad just as long a Caleb remembered it.
“We should probably find a place to stay…somewhere farther away from the bar, mm?”
“Burn what did you do?”
“I’m innocent. I am as innocent as … as a puppy.”
“Why are you like this?”
Caleb pointed at Nathair. All him.
“So, tell me exactly what is going on. Burn, you’ll get your turn in a moment. I want to know …”
“I did not start the bar fight! No seriously! This was not my fault this time! Snake-Punk did it! I told you he’s like Oscar!”
“In a minute Burn. Caleb was it? Can you tell me what’s happened since you met my friend?”
Caleb paused for a minute. How would she believe this story? He barely believed it himself. Forget it, just tell the truth and let Burn fill in.
“I’m not quite sure you’ll believe it but I was getting water from a stream near the site I was working on. I encountered and enfield and next thing I know, I’m in a cave with all these guys. After a little bit of work, we all got back to the surface and, well, got here. Quite frankly, I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not but its just all too weird.”
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Did he just shove food into his pockets?
Hades glared at Alessio for a few seconds, as he upturned a table for defense. The boy was currently scavenging more food and shoving it into Hades’ coat pockets.
“Why can’t you use your own pockets?” Hades demanded sternly.
“Because I ran out of pockets.” Alessio responded in an all too innocent voice.
Hades responded calmly, making his point evident. “I’m not going to keep your food in my pockets. Is that clear?”
“I’m going to grab the other table to make a barricade.” Alessio interrupted.
Alessio tried to move, but didn’t get far thanks to the handcuffs. Hades sighed grumpily, before extending his left arm. His surroundings grew darker, as the black tech activated. The pain was minor, since Hades use very little stardust. Launching an energy cable at the table, Hades overturned it, providing more cover.
“I’m going to eat now.” Hades declared firmly, deactivating the black tech.
He had energy he could use, but he was running low on power. He would have to resupply at some point.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Soo. ‘Search’ seemed upset with Blind Guy, Nathair didn’t exactly know why…
“Burn what did you do?” she accused
“I’m innocent.” He was freaking out like a little chastised puppy. “I am as innocent as…as a puppy.”
“Why are you like this?”
“No actually that wa-“ Nathair was going to defend Burn but Caleb was already pointing at him accusatively. He rolled his eyes.
“So, tell me exactly what is going on.” She looked serious. “Burn, you’ll get your turn in a moment. I want to know…”
Man, she actually was patronizing Burn – it didn’t count when Nathair did it!
“I did not start the bar fight! No seriously! This was not my fault this time! Snake-Punk did it! I told you he’s like Oscar!” Poor Burn looked like he was about to cry. For once, Nathair actually didn’t feel like teasing him…
“In a minute Burn. Caleb was it? Can you tell me what’s happened since you met my friend?”
Yeah Caleb, try explaining all this..
“I’m not quite sure you’ll believe it,” he started “but I was getting water from a steam near the site I was working on. I encountered an enfield and the next thing I know, I’m in a cave with all these guys. After a little bit of work, we all got back to the surface and, well, got here. quite frankly, I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not but its just all too weird.”
“Yes…” Nathair said “And we should probably leave this area soon before the authorities come.”
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“Why can’t you use your own pockets?” Sir Scary demanded, as if he was talking to a child.
“I ran out of pockets.” Alessio explained briefly, a little too innocently. He’s going to hit me he’s going to hit me he’s going to kill me he’s going to hit me…
“I’m not going to keep your food in my pockets, Is that clear?”
“I’m going to grab the other table to make a barricade.” Alessio blurted a little too quickly, skidding farther away.
With a sigh, Sir Scary extended his arm and black fuss surrounded his hand. Alessio blanched, preparing to duck. The table behind him clattered down like a wall and Alessio stifled a yelp, but it just added to his makeshift barricade.
Apparently satisfied, Sir Scary let his black powers fade out.
“I’m going to eat now.” He announced
He’s just a big softie, Alessio thought, a big murderous softie who could kill me…
Alessio slipped another biscuit in Sir Scary’s pocket, munching on whatever food he could get ahold of, staring up at him like a happy puppy.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Leana did squeak as the table flipped. As she saw the dark dust around the guy’s hand. Zounds. Eyes wide as the pans, she pressed her back against the upturned top. What do I do?
The idea to again run and hide, overtook her. The idea this was just a strange dream. Wondering who she could turn to. Why these guys were acting like little boys, instead of the gruff men they pretended to be. (Except the armoured, man. Perhaps he was trustworthy.)
I want out. But at the moment, no one in the cafeteria looked willing to help. Most guests and staff looked outright furious.
Leana hunkered down lower. I am not paying for all this wasted food. ‘Wasted food’… I know some guys who might kill for this, whatever it is.
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
Arsene noticed when the table was upturned and he smirked. Snatching two pies, the gentleman thief vaulted over the tables, before throwing pies at Alessio and White Hair. Both of them dodge and… were they eating breakfast?
Uh, oh. Sherlock was glaring at him.
Arsene considered making himself scarce, when everything started to, in the best of terms, rewind? Arsene felt himself and everything else get reversed. Tables were returning to their proper place, the food on their cloths was disappearing. All of the guests, who were still present, acted as though they expected this. But what exactly was this? That’s when Arsene noticed that a waiter was holding his hand out, with an orange aura on it.
A power user, possibly a repairing ability.
The food and tables were all back in place, every little detail was fixed. Their attire was clean and repaired to its finest condition.
The waiter was looking at him. Hehe. “Sorry about that, old habits.”
Without the slightest care in the world, the waiter answered. “That’s okay. Last time, it was a crazy Viking and a kleptomaniac who nearly set the room on fire.”
“Wow,” Arsene smirked, “Sounds like you had unique guests.”
“Yes,” the waiter commented without the slightest change in his reserved expression, “Very unique guests, Mr. Lupin.”
They knew his name? “Pardon me, but my name is Mr. Thurston Howell the Third.”
“I know who you people are, Mr. Lupin. Lord Amnesia sends his regards.”
… … …
“I am fully aware of your concerns, Mr. Lupin. Do not worry though, Lord Amnesia had given us instructions to supply your group with everything they need.”
Well, that meant he wouldn’t have to scam all the food. Convenient.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
I haven’t done something so convolutedly dumb since I impersonated a chosen from a dead religion…or cult…
That was definitely one of the more stupid schemes he’d been involved in…he still cringed a little thinking about it.
So instead of dwelling on that, Alessio started folding some of the tablecloths into makeshift bags to carry some more food it – it would be imperative to not starve to death or anything…
Before he could make much headway there, a flash of red, black and white vaulted over their “barricade” and hurled a pie at them. Alessio dodged and glanced hungrily at the pie splatter. Then at…Saga?
Treachery!?
“Death to traitors.” Alessio stated in a menacingly low voice – somehow managing to keep a (almost) completely straight face, as he lifted the pie corpse to hurl back at the flamboyant robber.
Suddenly everything around him leapt up thrusting itself back into its proper positions. Alessio bolted upright, flipping out his knife. His eyes darted to the vibrant orange light surrounding one man’s hand.
“Sorry about that, old habits.” Saga was saying – not bothering to get near any cover once the stranger decided to attack! Alessio yanked his friend back by the arm protectively and stared at the new person with unconcealed suspicion.
“That’s okay.” The man said “Last time, it was a crazy Viking and a kleptomaniac who nearly set the room on fire.”
Alessio hadn’t let go of Arsene but he did relax his grip slightly, glancing around for everyone else. Was Leana safe? Hopefully she took cover, he didn’t see her immediately-
“Very unique guests, Mr. Lupin.” The stranger was still saying. Alessio tensed, glaring dangerously at him.
“Pardon me, but my name is Mr. Thurston Howell the Third.” Saga attempted. Literally no one believes that…
“I know who you people are, Mr. Lupin. Lord Amnesia sends his regards.”
“Tell him to stuff his regards up an-”
“I am fully aware of your concerns, Mr. Lupin.” The stranger interrupted – probably deciding Alessio was not worth addressing. “Do not worry though, Lord Amnesia had given us instructions to supply your group with everything they need.”
“In return for what?” Alessio demanded. Wait…
Alessio’d thought Sir Scary was right behind him but…he actually wasn’t handcuffed anymore! That was grea – Alessio darted an anxious look at Sir Scary. Wasn’t the deal that he wouldn’t kill him as long as they were handcuffed…??
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“I’m not quite sure you’ll believe it.”
I’ve been friends with Burn for … three? Four? Years now. I’m sure I’ll believe it.
“But I was getting water from a steam near the site I was working on.”
Speed up to the unbelievable part.
“I encountered an enfield”
Another word for Colds?
“and the next thing I know, I’m in a cave with all these guys.”
Pit opened unexpectedly. Pretty believable, happens to the best of us.
“After a little bit of work, we all got back to the surface and, well, got here.”
The only unbelievable part so far – a ‘little bit’ of work.
“Quite frankly, I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not but it’s just all too weird.”
Wat?
That’s it?
Really?
Okay. Okay take a deep breath. If this is Caleb’s first encounter with a Burn-type person, it is quite believable that his life is so abysmally boring.
“Yes…” Nathair said. “And we should probably leave this area soon before the authorities come.”
BURN
After listening to Ax-Punk’s abysmal explanation of our adventures, I practically face-palm.
“Search, listen this punk has no idea what he’s talking about …
“Actually, Snake-Punk has a good point. Let’s do that first.”
I am already moving – Oscar isn’t here to post bail after all – but Search (of course) has her hand firmly twisted in my jacket.
Argh.
I can feel her eyeballing the others. She’s looking for something to use psychometry on. I know it.
Why’s she quizzing everybody anyway? She can read my …
I pat my jacket sleeve.
Um.
Okay, so she can’t. Perfect. Wonder when that happened.
“Come on Search! We need to get moving!”
“I know.” She deadpans. Then, “Where can we go? Oh, is there a good restaurant near here?”
And there she goes, thinking with her stomach again. I swear punk, you have an endless pit in you!
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
Supply the group? Who exactly was this Amnesia? Hopefully he wasn’t intimidating like the Necromancer. Although, Hades felt rather skeptical about getting help from Amnesia. This was an individual they didn’t know, who could easily ruin them if he was in the position of power the attendant placed him in.
A glance at his arm told Hades his arm was liberated from the handcuffs. He could slip away while everyone was distracted. Who knows, maybe Alessio was right and the Necromancer had no intention of honoring their bargain.
Alessio was currently gripping Arsene’s arm, probably wanting to get him out of the open. Knowing Arsene however, he probably would dance on the tables just for attention. He did walk on a table just to make a point after all.
“You misunderstand, Alessio.” the attendant rambled on, “He will expect you at the Trial of Fear and Cowardice as soon as you are ready. This city is merely a refuge to resupply and continue.”
Hold on, Trial? Hades didn’t like the sound of that. “Refuge for what?”
He needed more information.
“Please seat yourselves and I will explain everything you need to know.”
Suspicious, Hades sat at the table, one hand still on the Muramasa. Turning off the lights of the prestigious dining room, the attendant activated a projector at the front of the room. On the north wall, above the stairs and elevators, there was an image of sphere. A planet, to be specific.
“This planet represents the world you are in.” the man explained, before the image changed. It showed four other planets surrounding the first one. Four lines linked the other planets to the first on, which was noticeably larger than the others. “The four other planets represent your home world. Through his powers, Lord Amnesia has linked your worlds with his to test you.”
The image changed again, showing a mirror. “These mirrors act as doors to the trials. Touch them and you enter a trial.”
For the last time, the image changed, showing a castle. “Once you complete all the trials, you will enter Amnesia’s castle. What happens when you arrive is Amnesia’s decision.”
“And what if we don’t wish to take part in these trials?” Alessio calls out.
“Then you will die and be reborn into a trial. If you die more than seven times, you will be forever trapped inside the trial you failed.”
Well, that didn’t sound appealing.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Yes…” Nathair said. “And we should probably leave this area soon before the authorities come.”
Caleb looked at the bar just in time to see a draker turn someone into a pancake against a wall.
“Actually, Snake-Punk has a good point. Let’s do that first.”
“Um, the bartender wants some compensation for the fight you started Nathair.”
He was ignored. Caleb looked back at the bar. Someone got hit in the head with a chair. Like he probably would be. Why did he have to be stuck with this group?
“Come on Search! We need to get moving!”
“I know. Where can we go? Oh, is there a good restaurant near here?”
“There was but…” started Caleb as he turned to the bar again.
You know what, forget it. Even if he did get the money, the chances of him getting a job locally were probably shot. Slinking away while he had the chance might be for the best at the moment. Getting this group on a ship might be a problem but he could cross that gap when he got there.
“Excuse me ma’am. Could you tell us where the port is?”
The lady at the counter looked him over and looked at the bar.
“Got to skip town huh.”
“Unfortunately, I am not blessed with… the uhm most civil companions.” This was not good.
She looked him over again.
“Well son, the closest port is Whitehall. But mind you with the jetstream about, no one is heading north.”
“I know. I just need a place to wait for it to pass.”
She seemed to understand his position. Her eyes were kind now.
“It should only take you a day walking.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Watch out for strong gusts. You’ll blow off the island if you aren’t careful.”
“We will.”
Leading the way out, Caleb found the signpost. Hiding his face from the bar windows, he started off in a brisk trot.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
“You misunderstand, Alessio.” The stranger responded. Alessio narrowed his eyes at him. “He will expect you at the Trial of Fear and Cowardice as soon as you are ready. This city is merely a refuge to resupply and continue.”
Trial of Fear and Cowardice? Alessio’s jaw tightened, he twisted the knife still his in hand. No trails he was done with trails, he’d stab anyone who got close enough to hurt him. His heart was slamming into his chest at an alarming rate, he wasn’t going back to any sort of “trial”. He’d been called a coward his whole life he could live with that, he’d stab anyone who got close but he was not going through any more trials.
“Refuge for what?” – Alessio flinched, darting a glance at the voice behind him. Just Sir Scary, he didn’t need to be getting so jumpy, he’d make more mistakes that way.
“Please seat yourselves and I will explain everything you need to know.” Continued the stranger.
Warily, Sir Scary complied but Alessio stood defiantly, slipping his back in a pocket and feeling for his bow.
All the lights blew out. Devils. Lights flared out into a large sphere above the stairs.
“This planet represents the world you are in.” The image changed again to 4 more planets. “The four other planets represent your home world. Through his powers, Lord Amnesia has linked your worlds with his to test you.”
The Earth Theory. It was popular scientific theory in Casumbra – ok more of a conspiracy theory that their world was connected to nine different worlds which each reflected an aspect of a “Mother World” ; Earth. It said that each world was a Dimension of Earth.
It was also Alessio’s pet conspiracy-theory as a kid.
That was kind’ve cool – terrifying, but cool.
“These mirrors act as doors to the trials. Touch them and you enter a trial.” So this is what I’m not touching.
“Once you complete all the trials, you will enter Amnesia’s castle. What happens when you arrive is Amnesia’s decision.”
“And what if I just stay here and don’t do anything about the devil-blasted mirrors?” Alessio asked stubbornly
“Then you will die and be reborn into a trial. If you die more than seven times, you will be forever trapped inside the trail you failed.”
Alessio bit his lip. He needed to find the best course of action. He seriously doubted Amnesia would let them go even if they did pass the mirrors but if he pretended to go along he might get close enough to kill Amnesia before it was too late. He’d never killed anyone before, maybe there’d be a better option when the time came.
He was biting his knuckles again, he really needed to break that bad thinking habit.
Then there was the issue of whether or not each of them had to enter a trial individually or if they could work together?
Alessio decided to address the one issue he could do something about now. He turned to Sir Scary.
“Are you still going to kill me when this is over?” He said, just to have one definite answer.
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“Are you still going to kill me when this is over?” Alessio asked.
Slowly, Hades remove a biscuit from his pocket, followed by another biscuit. Sigh. “I don’t know yet. Though it’s very tempting right now.”
Hades sound rather aggressive, but that was a little intentional. How much food did Alessio stuff in his pockets? Like the grumpy pessimist he was, Hades pull out a piece of pie from his pockets. Seriously, why? Hades had enough, as he face-palmed. First it was, Sherlock, then no sleep, then a food fight, now this? Hades just had enough.
I bet that assassination is looking rather appealing right now.
An exaggeration as always. But no. Killing Alessio because of breakfast was irrational. Maybe punching him in the face was reasonable, but not killing him.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Slowly, deliberately, Sir Scary pulled a biscuit from his pocket. If you’ve ever seen someone passive-aggressively pulling food out of their pockets it’s a rather terrifying sight. Alessio’s eyes followed the next biscuit and then darted back to Sir Scary half considering if he deadpan should say he had absolutely nothing to do with that and hope Sir Scary thought that was funny and wouldn’t kill him. No, that would probably make him more angry.
“I don’t know yet.” He grumbled “Thought it’s very tempting right now.”
He wasn’t serious about wanted to kill him right now. Alessio still bit back the urge to inch away.
He pulled a pie out his pocket and just facepalmed. Alessio quietly wrapped more food in the tablecloth and tied it like a sack. Then he glanced around.
“Alright, we’ll need to come up with a plan.” He said “We don’t have a lot of options and we don’t know really what’s ahead of us so we should be prepared for the worst. Our best option would be to work together and manage our assets and liabilities accordingly.”
He cleared off a table, heaving plates and silverware on the floor and then set his makeshift pack on top of it.
“I recommend we compile whatever resources we could potentially need here and begin prioritizing what we can feasibly take with us and what would only slow us down.”
No point in fighting this Amnesia – not openly at least. And assuming it can hear them right now he better not say anything that sounds too defiant yet.
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