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(Alright, dear castle. I’ve notice and have been reminded multiple times that some of the original members of this castle are leaving and newer members are stepping in. Nothing I had planned for this castle is happening, so who’s in favor of resetting. For newer members to get settled in and for older members to start over.)
(Let me know.)You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Arsene barely leapt into the maze, as the spider bashed into the entrance. It writhed and snarled, unable to follow through the path too narrow for it. Arsene noticed the newcomer. Lovely, another guest in this never ending game of nightmare.
“I’m DONE!” The gentleman thief suddenly exclaimed, “Moreover, I am tired and lazy. So step aside!”
Giving nobody any kind of warning, Arsene activated his power. The black nether appeared, as he focused it, blasting a path through the maze wall. A large, tunnel like path came into being, as if that section of the wall was never there.
“Follow me, chaos force. Let’s traverse to the next doomsday!” Arsene announced, grabbing Alessio’s hand and bolting through the ‘tunnel’/path.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
(Alright. It’s clear I have too many characters in this castle. I’m going to pull some out.)
Sage woke up… this was a strange place. He looked around. There was nothing. Just white. And light. It looks like his power, but much more… potent. Beside him, Sage could see Crorie. So he wasn’t alone.
But she wasn’t the only one here.
There was someone else. A shape… or rather… shapeless thing. Like smoke. It was about as tall as the average human, but it certainly didn’t look human.
“If you are content with this world, you should know… your journey will be more difficult.” They said in a voice that didn’t sound male or female, “But… if you are unsatisfied with your quest…”
Just then, multiple capsules appeared. They seemed to be for stasis or preservation purposes.
“Enter the capsule and you will be sent to your home realm, with no memory of these events.”
… Sage was done. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go home. Go back to Mother. Who knows… maybe this would all turn out to be a dream.
He entered. He noticed Crorie entered a capsule as well. Some others did too, but Sage didn’t get time to see them.
(If anyone wants to remove a character, here’s your chance. Also, nobody will remember characters who leave being in the castle.)
Arsene… was having an interesting day. He was teleported to… a maze. Curious… very, very, very curious.
Just then the spider showed up.
“RUNNNNN!!!!!” Arsene shrieked in an impossibly high pitch, as he grabbed Alessio and darted into the maze.
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Sage watched in confusion as Saga jumped out the window. The spider, naturally, was much bigger now. Almost as big as the couch. It was a little… intimidating. Wait, not out the window!
It… jumped… after the others… Sage decided to look down. Nathair looked down too.
“…Are you going to jump out the window too…?” Nathair asked Leana, completely sincere.
“Please don’t.” Sage mutters in a small voice, “There’s always stairs.” He decided to add. “Right there.” He points.
Arsene landed safely, shifting the dull the damage. Sighing, Arsene believed everything would be calm for now. Until, Alessio landed on top of him.
“OWWW!! HOW ARE YOU THIS HEAVY!?!?” Arsene shouted in pain.
Just as Alessio was getting up, Arsene saw a large black… dot? OHSHOOTIT’STHESPIDERRUNFORYOURLIVES!!!!!
Not wasting a second, Arsene shifted his arms and legs, before grabbing Alessio by his shirt. “Time to go!” Bolting away, Arsene took Alessio with him, practically dragging the boy into the air like a kite.
@kimlikesart @hannahrenner @sarafini (?) @ragnarokYou can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“We’ll be friends now?” Alessio said, and Nathair’s crystal blue eyes skated across the room suspiciously. “They’re nice people, they won’t hurt you.”
Nathair’s eyes narrowed at him dully, his face turning…unnatural like plaster, stretching tight.
“I…I know,” Alessio gently tugged him upright. “Come on…”
Nathair tensely rose a little, and glanced at Leana warily, but a little less warily, still very sulkily and anxiously.
Sage suddenly realized his error. Perhaps asked if he was a non-human wasn’t such a good idea. Mother often said that humans sometimes struggled to get along with non-humans and sometimes hurt them. Could he have been hurt.
Saga suddenly became rather anxious, fidgeting with his hands. “Uhhmmm… Sorry about that. I didn’t know…”
Oh, what should he do? How was he supposed to say sorry? “Uhhh… Do you like butterflies?”
Using aether, Sage formed orange butterflies, letting them fly around the room. Surely, he liked butterflies.
“What about flowers? Mother liked flowers.” Sage asked, formed white flowers made of aether.
“THE SPIDER’S FREE!!!” Saga shrieked like his life was in danger.
Sage didn’t know why Saga did that. It was just a spi….der. It was bigger now. Like, a lot bigger. Like, about as big as a lampshade.
Possibly attracted to his loud shouting, the spider followed after Saga.
“No… No! Stop!” Saga screamed desperately.
“Saga, you should probably stop shouting. I think the spider is following you because of the noise you’re making…”
HE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW!!!
Sage rushed to the window, looking outside. He… landed safely. Oh, right. Dragon scales. Yes, that comes in handy.
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“…may I hug you?”
That was unexpected. This one was Alessio, wasn’t it?
Fire was starting to flicker about his fingers and hair. An emotion called anger seemed to be with it. But not directed to Crorie. Nu. 2 could guess what Alessio was thinking about.
In the end, Crorie just nodded and let Alessio hug her. Although she did not return it.
They got rid of the spider. Arsene couldn’t help but sigh with relief. Now, he just needed to find everyone. Quickly searching, Arsene spotted child Alessio hugging… Crorie? She was a child too! How did this happen?!
Calm down, calm down. It’s just responsibility, Arsene could do this. He walked over to Alessio, stared for a moment, and then noticed the other guy. He looked better than most, but was still a little short, rather slim too. And his hand looked like it was injured in some way. Odd.
“And who might you be?”
Sage was about to ask about the spider, when he noticed someone in the corner. He looked thirteen or twelve, with silver hair. Like Father. Sage just stood there, staring. His skin looked a little pale, but natural at the same time. He was hiding his face. Strange.
Without even noticing it, Sage walked a little closer, almost to where he was able to touch the boy’s hair. Had he given it more thought, Sage would have probably kept his mouth shut.
“Are you a non-human? Like my family?”
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“Uh, hi. I’m Alixer.” The dark-haired person with…circular glass balanced over his eyes said.
“Uhh…” Alessio gaped up at the strange man.
“We-You-“ Nithel stammered, tossing Ohel’s legs off of him as he sat up. With – probably a fairly tired sigh – he continued, awkwardly. “I am Nithel son of Father. And…what does your name mean? A substance that turns others into gold? A healing tonic? I…Something else?”
Alixer. Sounded similar to the word exiler: a substance used to heal people.
“Oh, uhh, Alessio!” Alessio gave a quick bow. “Long life to you and your kin.”
Okay, was anyone here normal? Why were they all children?
While the others bickered, he felt something at his leg. Another child. She was small, with short black hair. Oh dear, her eye… it was branded. A rose and thorns symbol, covering that entire side of her face. Almost all the skin on that side was damaged. That… was just wrong. She seemed like she was only thirteen. She looked so starved and underfed. And her clothing, torn in a couple of areas and in dire need of cleaning (no, just replacement) did not improve her appearance.
After a second of eye contact, she took a half mask, putting it on to cover the burned area. The other eye (he wasn’t even certain what color the other eye was), purple, stared up at him.
“What’s going on?” She asked in a voice that sounded to dead to be a child’s.
“I… I don’t know.” How was he supposed to answer that? “What’s your name?”
“Crorie.” She answered, “And you?”
That was a good question. Who was he?
Nu. 2.
That was all he could get. “I go by the name Nu. 2.”
He needed answers. He didn’t care where they came from. He just needed them. Searching the room for anything familiar, Nu. 2 noticed the man from before. Should he talk to him?
No, that was a bad idea. He didn’t know anything about this man. Listen a little, then decide.
While he listened, Nu. 2 looked over what he had. Old jumpsuit, a bag (empty, aside from a small music box. Nu. 2 is uncertain about it, but it seems familiar), and a blade fragment of some kind. It looked like the upper half of a katana. An odd black blade.
“And the other punk?” The man asks. “Who we talked to by the creepy pool?”
Creepy pool. Yes, Nu. 2 remembered that. Burn and Search, those were their names, right?
“Hades? Hades? I think?”
Remember who you are.
!!! What was that?
“Yeah. Where is he?” He rubs his scalp. “Agh. Stupid creepy disembodied voices with creepy trials and evil pools.” He holds out his arm. “And I still have the creepy hearts.”
Did you think I was finished?
Nobody else was reacting. Maybe it was all just in his head.
I split Hades Irving in half, creating you Nu. 2, as a part of this trial. The other half, Nu. 1, is somewhere out there, growing stronger.
“Anyone else have these markings?” Someone, a stranger, held up Burn’s arm.
Looking at his arm, Nu. 2 quickly wished he hadn’t given it much attention.
Your hand is withering. For now at least. Next, it will be your arms, then legs, then the rest of your body, until you die. Unless, you reunite with your other half. You have five days to complete the Trial of Malice and Vengeance.
This day just keep improving, doesn’t it? “Let’s go talk to Burn or Search. They seem like decent people.”
Crorie looked up at him, then nodded. With his clean hand, Nu. 2 held Crorie’s hand. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Do you want me to let go?”
Crorie froze, clearly uncertain of what to do.
“If you want me to, I’ll let go of your hand. In fact, I probably should have asked before taking your hand.”
Whoever did this to her needed to be put away in jail for as long as possible. It just wasn’t right to hurt a child like this.
In the end, Crorie just went with Nu. 2, not withdrawing her hand. Burn seemed preoccupied, so talking to him right now didn’t seem like a good idea.
What about Search? Nobody seemed to be bothering her.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Search,” Nu. 2 greeted, “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
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“What is it?” Another boy, who appeared to be around his age, blurted “What’s it eat? Can I hold it?”
Looks were often deceiving though. He seemed to be a human.
“It’s a wolf spider.” Sage answered, “And it eats other bugs, typically hunting things like crickets or ants. Do you want to hold it?”
“No. And it doesn’t matter!” Another boy squeak/growled and desperately scrambled for a large book. He was going to kill the spider! “It could be poisonous and kill us.”
“But it’s not!” Sage defended, “I thought it was a tarantula for a moment, but it’s really just a wolf spider!”
The adult who was in the immediate area shook his head, holding up the hand that the first boy wasn’t clutching, and staring pointedly at the other one. “But if you smash it, it may just come back again. Larger.”
Hey, he’s right. Where’s that book? Wait, but wouldn’t it hurt the spider?
“Do not test that.” The man sharply commanded.
Sage was about to defend himself, when the man hushed him. “Don’t.”
“Is it hated in your world because it’s different too?” The first boy asked, staring up at him with wide, inquiring dark eyes.
“Not because it’s different…” The man sighed, “Different helps us grow. But their bites kill people. My father-in-law… almost died, because of a bite. He lost a leg. I don’t want any of us to get hurt.”
He sounded a bit like Mother. No, a bit like Father. Now Sage was confused.
“But it’s not poisonous,” Sage added, “And it’s not even big enough to take someone’s leg off.”
Saga, who didn’t look very convinced, cringed in the corner. Very unusual of him. Then again, he didn’t like spiders or snakes much.
Where was he? This looked entirely wrong. There was so much light. So much.
“So good to see you, Hades Irving.”
!!!
“Yes, I know your name.”
Amnesia. Could this be Amnesia?
“I know you have many questions, but I shall answer none of them. For one trial is yet to be completed,”
Pain. It felt like a sword was impaled through his chest. He hadn’t felt pain like this in a long time.
“Go, return to the group. Prepare for your Trial of Malice and Vengeance.”
Marvelous. And that was sarcasm.
“I’m sorry Mr. Spi-is it a boy or a girl?” Alessio took the spider, “It won’t get hurt if I throw it, righ-?”
A loud lady aggressively bellowed over them. “Not out the window!”
“Please don’t throw it out the window.” Sage asked.
The other adult, who had been making disgusted looks, gagged as the spider sailed through the air. He was currently seated on a couch, seemingly disturbed by the spider.
“I have a jar! And it has a lid.” Another woman spoke. “You can put it inside with some…leaves from the foundation. Inside this jar. Now.”
She was looking at him and the other boy. The spider was safe.
“I’m sorry!” The boy stammered and backed into the man, who startled at the touch.
A third boy, once again around the same age, howled louder than a wolf, before leaping on the couch. Was he afraid of the spider too? “Stand up! Get up, you baffoon. It might get me!”
He shoved the nice boy. Now he made the nice looking man fall of the couch.
“MOVE.” Ohel barked.
Sage picked up the spider, looking at the woman holding the jar. “Is there a transparent container we can use to hold him in? I’d rather not shove him in a jar like this.”
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Wonderful, more people he could torment.
Arsene was about to say something, when Sage walked up to the two new adults.
He looked up at them with the widest of eyes and asked in the tiniest voice, “Do you know where my parents are?”
Arsene could not let him know. Not yet. Not like this. Before either of the new people could say anything, Sage turned his attention to what Arsene feared the most.
“Is that a spider?” Sage asked, pointing at the floor.
His eyes grew even wider… until the woman stomped the spider with her foot. Ouch.
Sage looked like he was on the verge of tears. Until… something dreadful happened. The spider regenerated. Only now it was an inch bigger. And… it was sticky, and hairy, and… and…
Arsene cringed upon seeing this… this monstrosity.
Shifting his hands into the dragon form, Sage gently picked up the spider. “Can I keep him?”
No. Please say no. Please.
Yelp, this was your idea @this-is-not-an-alien. What’s going to happen now?
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
I know for a fact the Sherlock, now Sage, does not have any memories past his current age. Arsene is currently (that may or may not change. I don’t know) at his normal age.
As for turning everyone into children, your choice, but we need at least one person to remain the same so we can see how they manage children (to which I mean we have one person around who can try to keep everything under control).
The best candidates for that (depending on whether or not you want chaos or order) are Nathair, Nithel, (possibly Burn, but he’ll probably let them all do whatever they want) and Hades. Amazing choices aren’t they?
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Arsene had two choices: A. Go to the evil pool of water or B. Talk to someone.
“Someone! Notice me!” Arsene shouted in the most pathetic child voice possible.
They were ignoring him! How dare they!!!!
Wait, no. Crorie was now sending him a weird look. Great, now she was walking to him.
“What have you done?” She questioned in a tone that clearly demanded an answer.
“I’m hunting for an audience other than the readers.” Arsene retorted mournfully, “After breaking the fourth wall a few times, it gets BOORRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!”
Sigh, that felt great.
“You say the weirdest things at times.” Crorie commented.
“I’ve gotta do something to keep the audience reading.” Arsene explained in a matter-of-fact voice. “So I’m going to investigate the weird pool of water. Could you help?”
Crorie hesitated for a moment, before looking back at Sherlock. Unconscious still.
“How so?” Crorie asked.
“First off, are you sensing any magical properties?”
Crorie stared at the pool for a moment, then closing her eyes. She seemed rather focused on the pool, as she stood there perfectly still.
Finally, she spoke. “I’m not sensing any cursed or malevolent properties emitting from the pool. However, I am feeling teleportation energy coming from it.”
Hmm. This was curious. Very curious. Dangerously curious. Curious enough to make Arsene do something rash. Yes, this was curious. So. Very. Very. Curious.
Arsene felt curious.
Looking around, Arsene spotted what he was looking for. A nice throwing stone. What would happen if he threw it into the water.
Picking it up, Arsene launched into as far as he could. Which was not as far as he would have liked, thanks to the lack of dragon shifting. It still hurt. Seriously, was Sherlock just out to hurt him.
Oh, wait. Yes, he was.
Speaking of which, Arsene had noticed there were no ripples on the water’s surface. Nothing at all. Nothing. Just… stillness. It was a little unnerving.
And then the world shook and morphed into something… different.
He just broke another world, didn’t he?
This could not get any worse.
“Saga?”
… Turning around, Arsene got a sudden sense of dread. Nobody ever called him that. That name was dead.
It was Sherlock. Again. But something was… wrong. He was short. And his clothes were different. More like the baggy pants and hoodie he had when he was… oh dear.
When they were kids!!!
“Why are you taller?” Child Sherlock asked, “Where are we?”
Sherlock was a kid?!?! And he called him Saga. Did he not remember any of the mess they got into?
“Where are we? That might be a bit complicated.” Arsene responded.
Oh this felt awkward.
“I know this will sound strange, but…” Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. “What’s your name?”
Sherlock’s expression quickly became one of bewilderment. “Uhhhh, Sage? It’s kinda always been my name. And you’re not simply taller, you’re older. So is Crorie. What’s going on? Who are all these people?”
Even Crorie was looking rather worried. Which was a rarity.
So it was official now. Sherlock was now in the body of Sage, a boy obsessed with chemistry and horror (mystery, Saga!) books. He was a boy learning violin, studying Latin, and perfecting his knowledge in botany. Any human being would have mistaken him for a thirteen year old, barely standing at four feet.
The last question sent chills down Arsene’s spine.
“Where are Mother and Father?”
This was not good.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
I don’t have an opinion on what world we go to. But it looks like @hannahrenner’s world has gotten the most votes, so I guess that’s where we’re going(?). Correct me if I’m wrong.
Speaking of which, since I haven’t written any responses from Arsene, I’m going to say that he’s currently touching the evil pool.
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@kimlikesart @hannahrenner @this-is-not-an-alienYou can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
