Post by Roy Yamazuki on Apr 29, 2015 21:36:52 GMT
Remaining Players
Nova
Core
Mac
Gathering in the lobby known as the bird cage, all contestants blinked the dusts and remnants of sleep from their eyes.
Their rest was rather peaceful despite their predicament. At first, they tossed and turned in bed, half-expecting for a knife to soar down at them. The disappearance of the Assassin had clung inside of their lungs, choking any naivety into the corners of their hearts. The box of macaroni and cheese was the first to arrive in the spectacularly frosted room. Even though they were literally in a castle that sat in the middle of space, the temperature of the whole area, from the bedrooms to the entrance, had been of a moderate heating. Clinging to the atmosphere was the familiar scent of lilacs, which in all honesty, Mac never had an affinity for. Lilacs were, after all, the flowers most commonly used in Hathor for funerals. He had seen a multitude of them in his life that it was sickening whenever he saw a bouquet of those solely violent blossoms. The mascot sporting blue and tints of yellow would have to deal with this fragrance though, if he was to surpass the rest of the competition.
His true name was quite long and a bit difficult to recall that his acquaintances simply shortened his name to Al, even his manager, even in his sleep; although, he had to go through the whole night on one side, which was incredibly uncomfortable given the conditions of his outerwear. Throughout most of the dark hours, he entertained himself by carrying out mental scenarios for the upcoming series of games. They were only two other contestants left, Core and Nova; they were smaller than him in height, but they were formidable opponents. Core had received the most points in the previous game, while Nova had defeated the Assassin in a tie-breaker. These other contestants were skillful in their own ways, but Mac would not be distraught by them. He had repeatedly mumbled under his breath that he would not lose; this repetition would be followed by drawing back the image of a casket. Someone was certainly laying in it, almost in a peaceful manner with their hands holding a single flower to their stomach. The face of the person in the coffin was etched out from memory, but he recalled that his vision was indeed, blurry at the time, as tears had built up.
Droplets formulated at the corners of his eyes, which he blinked away in a hurry as another player could be seen approaching from the entrance. It was the youthful poet, Nova, who had greeted the adversary with a nod of his head. The victor of the tie-breaker hung his head down as he had taken the farthest possible seat from Mac in the bird cage. There were no wounds that could be seen on Nova, but his eyes seemed lacking in enthusiasm as they were glued to the floor. He was like a statue, unwavering as his back hunched over, and his chest barely moved when he breathed.
Core had arrived only three minutes after Nova. She glared at those who were already there, assessing them, but like Nova, had chosen to isolate herself. Yesterday, she was chatting quite merrily with Nova about philosophical beliefs, but now, the room was more silent than ever as one person was destined to not return. All three did not have to look towards the tunnel to know who had came next; Aries was trotting with Libra in tow. The duo had not been caught off guard by the sudden depression in the atmosphere as this had been the same as the Dreamscape held five years ago. The three remaining were doubting if it was truly worth all these lives in order to accomplish one desire... was anything worth the loss of several lives? At the very beginning, their host had egged them on by placing the incentive that defeating this game would allow one to reach their true desire, with no strings or limits attached. "My dream... is to bring back everyone. I wish that everyone, all the players, my allies, my rivals, my sister... I wish they could live a life where I never existed."- Roy Yamazuki
A pedestal rose from the ground, spontaneously, with the two employees standing tall above it. Waiting for all the others to gather, Aries had watched as the three players had made a dragging effort to arrive in earshot. Aries simply compiled, "Today, we are going to hold our second practice round. Now, may I remind all of you, that for each official round, the theme will change; this day is no exclusion from these rules."
Nudging his co-worker, Aries had urged Libra to continue, as if it were a planned presentation that was already bearing gaps. "Your next practice round will begin right after we fill you in here. As you recall, last round was shooting, but this one will be of a different genre. This series of rounds will focus on, solely, fantasy role-playing games. We will notify each player about their situation and move sets following your transportation. Now, remember, this is only a practice round, so you will not be able to commence battle as of yet. Also, make sure to stock up on supplies or else, one may suffer from deprivation and lose their total amount of action turns, which is a major factor from here on, out."
Aries had gave a pat of approval to his co-worker's back. It wasn't the best presentation, but then, Libra wasn't a very boisterous person to begin with; just him explaining something was a rare opportunity in itself.
The contestants swore that they had seen Aries give a wink as he saluted them with two fingers, his middle and index. With a shimmer of light around each person, the poet, enthusiastic female, and the grocery item had vanished from the bird cage. Even if I were nothing more than a memory, or if, as a memory, I was to disappear from the minds of the living, then... it is for a greater cause, because meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to me...
Nova
Core
Mac
Gathering in the lobby known as the bird cage, all contestants blinked the dusts and remnants of sleep from their eyes.
Their rest was rather peaceful despite their predicament. At first, they tossed and turned in bed, half-expecting for a knife to soar down at them. The disappearance of the Assassin had clung inside of their lungs, choking any naivety into the corners of their hearts. The box of macaroni and cheese was the first to arrive in the spectacularly frosted room. Even though they were literally in a castle that sat in the middle of space, the temperature of the whole area, from the bedrooms to the entrance, had been of a moderate heating. Clinging to the atmosphere was the familiar scent of lilacs, which in all honesty, Mac never had an affinity for. Lilacs were, after all, the flowers most commonly used in Hathor for funerals. He had seen a multitude of them in his life that it was sickening whenever he saw a bouquet of those solely violent blossoms. The mascot sporting blue and tints of yellow would have to deal with this fragrance though, if he was to surpass the rest of the competition.
His true name was quite long and a bit difficult to recall that his acquaintances simply shortened his name to Al, even his manager, even in his sleep; although, he had to go through the whole night on one side, which was incredibly uncomfortable given the conditions of his outerwear. Throughout most of the dark hours, he entertained himself by carrying out mental scenarios for the upcoming series of games. They were only two other contestants left, Core and Nova; they were smaller than him in height, but they were formidable opponents. Core had received the most points in the previous game, while Nova had defeated the Assassin in a tie-breaker. These other contestants were skillful in their own ways, but Mac would not be distraught by them. He had repeatedly mumbled under his breath that he would not lose; this repetition would be followed by drawing back the image of a casket. Someone was certainly laying in it, almost in a peaceful manner with their hands holding a single flower to their stomach. The face of the person in the coffin was etched out from memory, but he recalled that his vision was indeed, blurry at the time, as tears had built up.
Droplets formulated at the corners of his eyes, which he blinked away in a hurry as another player could be seen approaching from the entrance. It was the youthful poet, Nova, who had greeted the adversary with a nod of his head. The victor of the tie-breaker hung his head down as he had taken the farthest possible seat from Mac in the bird cage. There were no wounds that could be seen on Nova, but his eyes seemed lacking in enthusiasm as they were glued to the floor. He was like a statue, unwavering as his back hunched over, and his chest barely moved when he breathed.
Core had arrived only three minutes after Nova. She glared at those who were already there, assessing them, but like Nova, had chosen to isolate herself. Yesterday, she was chatting quite merrily with Nova about philosophical beliefs, but now, the room was more silent than ever as one person was destined to not return. All three did not have to look towards the tunnel to know who had came next; Aries was trotting with Libra in tow. The duo had not been caught off guard by the sudden depression in the atmosphere as this had been the same as the Dreamscape held five years ago. The three remaining were doubting if it was truly worth all these lives in order to accomplish one desire... was anything worth the loss of several lives? At the very beginning, their host had egged them on by placing the incentive that defeating this game would allow one to reach their true desire, with no strings or limits attached. "My dream... is to bring back everyone. I wish that everyone, all the players, my allies, my rivals, my sister... I wish they could live a life where I never existed."- Roy Yamazuki
A pedestal rose from the ground, spontaneously, with the two employees standing tall above it. Waiting for all the others to gather, Aries had watched as the three players had made a dragging effort to arrive in earshot. Aries simply compiled, "Today, we are going to hold our second practice round. Now, may I remind all of you, that for each official round, the theme will change; this day is no exclusion from these rules."
Nudging his co-worker, Aries had urged Libra to continue, as if it were a planned presentation that was already bearing gaps. "Your next practice round will begin right after we fill you in here. As you recall, last round was shooting, but this one will be of a different genre. This series of rounds will focus on, solely, fantasy role-playing games. We will notify each player about their situation and move sets following your transportation. Now, remember, this is only a practice round, so you will not be able to commence battle as of yet. Also, make sure to stock up on supplies or else, one may suffer from deprivation and lose their total amount of action turns, which is a major factor from here on, out."
Aries had gave a pat of approval to his co-worker's back. It wasn't the best presentation, but then, Libra wasn't a very boisterous person to begin with; just him explaining something was a rare opportunity in itself.
The contestants swore that they had seen Aries give a wink as he saluted them with two fingers, his middle and index. With a shimmer of light around each person, the poet, enthusiastic female, and the grocery item had vanished from the bird cage. Even if I were nothing more than a memory, or if, as a memory, I was to disappear from the minds of the living, then... it is for a greater cause, because meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to me...