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Post by Dream-Lark on Oct 15, 2018 9:44:32 GMT -6
The stallion stepped into the next room, sharp silver eyes casting about. So they'd guessed the right object after all? He'd been sure it was the orb, but then again, he didn't know much about the Seroran's goddess. That Ophelia must have had good luck when she'd snatched that hammer and put it into the hollow. This next room though...it was old and dusty. Hooves echoed as they all filed in, looking about. Dust coated everything, made imprints of long ago objects...but those tools were long gone.
Damn, not a thing to steal here either.
But then the voice boomed out.
A shiver ran down Sinarin's spine as the wind tugged at them, pulling his hair from his bun and whipping it into his eyes. He squeezed them shut a moment, until the wind died down, taking several deep breaths. Oh, he hadn't been expecting that. They hadn't chosen right at all.
"Iggy's balls," the thief cursed, then let out a laugh. But by Digend this was a good time.
He was enjoying the adrenaline of the goddess's anger and screeching, the spookiness of the lost souls projections. The fear of the equines about him.
Oh yeah, he was glad he'd come to these escape rooms.
Still laughing quietly the stallion sauntered up toward the two doors in front of them--the only way out now. Intense gaze studied them, shifting from one to the next, before darting about the room again to confirm something. Immediately his gut gave him the answer he wanted to go with.
"Listen up, laddies and lasses. I wanted to pick the orb last time and went with the damn hammer. This time I'm going with the right door, this one with the straight lines. The left reminds me of the dessert air shimmers, sand and wind. All of that is part of Angry Alya, yeah? But the right now, it looks neat and orderly, kinda like all those wings she's supposed to have, but more importantly about this room. It's supposed to be an escape room, right? Lookit all those neat rows of tools that used to be here, with only the dusty imprints to show us what a organized, neat freak used to work here."
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Post by marinedoq on Oct 15, 2018 14:13:49 GMT -6
M I S H A
aodh
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Misha had followed Ophelia with a mixture of surprise and frustration. It seemed as though most had agreed on the hammer, but he hadn’t expected her to throw it in the hole. Nothing happened as the whole group stood in silence, looking at the statue. Misha hesitantly walked closer towards the statue, stopping as the door suddenly swings open. The next room seemed to have belonged to a worker of some kind, outlines of tools on tables and walls revealing that someone had left in a hurry. Or maybe not, but they hadn’t left anything behind. Misha followed closely with the others, scanning the room for clues as his eyes fell on the two doors. Before he could react, a voice boomed from above and the door behind them swung shot.
It was full of disappointment and anger. Although Misha should fear the Goddess’ words, he couldn’t. Half of this group didn't know her, so why was she so quick to judge? The voice raised and a storm seemed to appear inside the room. Misha felt it hard to stand still, the wind whipping his mane and tail around. As suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Misha looked around at the others, watching their reactions. Some seemed to almost enjoy it, while others were fearful of upsetting Alya. Misha felt almost angry, at how easily she seemed to cast away their attempt to please her. Ignacio wouldn't have done that, Misha was sure of that.
“Well, if she’s so upset, I suppose the right door might be right this time. As he said”, Misha looked to the stallion who had spoken up first, “it feels more like Serora than the other one.” He didn’t dare comment too much, he still didn’t know this goddess and wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore. He gave Mercury a quick nod, agreeing with her was almost a first, but he didn’t want to get stuck here either.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Oct 16, 2018 14:52:08 GMT -6
Jemin Collaboration had never been within his nature.
These people - a motley mix of dialects, breeds, culture and ideology - spent far too long discussing their options and took up far too much space while doing so. As the goddess’s omnipresent scolding dialed to an end, the mule slipped through the congestion, packed into yet another clogged room; this one, significantly neater but no less perplexing than the last. He dodged by where he could, gave sharp shoves when he could not, until finally he emerged at the forefront of the crowd to examine their newest challenge.
The horses around him murmured in unease, no doubt shaken by Alya’s fury and the ghastly tempest She had conjured. “Don’t take it personally,” Jemin raised his voice, crass with impatience. “She takes the 'god of sound' gimmick sorta seriously.”
Before him stood two wooden doors; on the left, marked by elegant, simple waves and on the right, carved with two parallel lines. The tall vagabond spoke up first and immediately, Jemin was set to chagrin - rounding on the stallion with a wry gall in his step. This was the same stallion who, mere moments before, had squandered his chance at action; had forced the mule to stand down while that Aodhian minx swept in and ruined them all.
“Ha, right - like hell you wanted the orb. This time, how about you keep your ass out of my way? It’ll save you the regret of choosing wrong again.”
To his left, another voice piped in agreement to the vagabond. This horned stallion was curt, seemingly uncertain, but nonetheless willing to rally behind the first spoken sentiment. Feels more like Serora, the Valorian explained. Jemin scoffed.
“Never been to Sedo, have you? Let me tell you: a desert,” he nodded to the straight parallels, “ - doesn’t look like that. A desert's got mounds, dunes, curves.” He gestured to the curled lines. “A-a-and, oddly enough, I’d say it looks like the element of a certain goddess.”
He turned from the two stallions and approached his chosen door. Dark eyes, sharp with keenness, traced the carvings and the edges.
Collaboration had never been within his nature.
Jemin - Serora - Creator
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Oct 16, 2018 15:00:44 GMT -6
The door opened. The door actually opened. « well I’ll be damned… » he muttered under his breath as he made his way onto the next room. At first glance it seemed like most of them made it past the first test, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that there were less equines than before. He hoped that whoever fell behind wasn’t one of his own. He sighed. Across the second room were two doors with a carving of Alya between them. Jenko was so caught up with its carvings that he hadn’t noticed the door vanishing behind them.
Suddenly, a voice pulled him back to reality. It was complaining about the shape of moons and the dagger. “I told you all it was the fucking orb, but you wouldn't listen!” he shouted for all to hear. Alya’s fierce winds tugged at him angrily, grasping him by the tail, the mane and his legs. They were trying to lift him off the ground, but the pit fighter was having none of it. “damned thing! Damn you all!” he cursed again, trying to kick the Goddess’ projections away to no avail.
“CHOOSE MORE CAREFULLY THIS TIME.”
She didn’t need to tell him twice. “Alright! Just stop this madness already.” Miraculously, the winds had ceased. He had been through a lot, and he had seen some things… but being yelled at by a Goddess was another thing entirely.
He took a good look at the doors as instructed, then at the room, then back to the pair of wooden doors. It could be both. He couldn’t help but overhear what the others were saying. “Whatever, let’s get this over and done with." It’s not like he knew anything about the Goddess to begin with. What’s another bad decision going to do? He just wanted to get out at this point. “I’m so over this.” If only it were Ignacio. He thought to himself.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Oct 16, 2018 15:23:10 GMT -6
Upon hearing Alya’s furious voice, Trixie jumped and bolted to the nearest wall, pressing herself against it, quivering hard, eyes darting around frantically, heart and lungs both racing.
She heard one of the others say not to take it personally… but it was still hard for Trixie to not be scared of the fact that they’d angered a god, when they were trapped in a little room, and she was terrified to imagine what could happen if they kept angering her. But she knew she needed to try to pull herself together, at least somewhat, and try to help out. She tried to force herself to breathe slower and deeper.
So, the orb might’ve actually been a right choice? She wondered if she should’ve tried to be braver and tried to speak up more in suggesting it… but then again, it could’ve been the wrong choice, and the idea of pushing hard for a choice that turned out to be wrong made her very anxious just to imagine. But she could hear others who had guessed the orb, being more outspoken about it than her.
She looked at the doors, and listened to the others for a little while, before piping up:
“I also thought it might be the left door? It does remind me of sand and air currents, too… And the lines are pointing skyward, like, flying up… maybe…? B-but… um… m-maybe could be the door on the right, I don’t know, ehehe…” She stared downward, trying not to break into a panic almost as bad as before, just over giving her two cents; this didn’t seem like a good situation to lose her head in.
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Post by unifangs on Oct 20, 2018 1:09:17 GMT -6
Coatl watches the goddesses fury unfurl before his very eyes. Wrong he muses and can’t help but find amusement in the goddesses gentle ego, how easy she is to anger. He forces down a laugh, deciding that escape felt of the priority now. He gives out a long sigh and listens to the murmurings of those around him. He draws in a deep yawn and fights the urge to settle himself down onto the ground for a nap. What sounds ideal is a bowl of grapes and a glass of tea beside the fire, with his favorite pillow to rest his chin on. He draws out another sigh and glances between the two different lines.
“I think it’s the two straight lines… Because Alya is a straight up bitch,” Coatl lets the insult roll off the tongue easily and he wonders if he might have insult an Alya devotee.. It’d only add to the humor of the whole situation he muses to himself and lets out a snort before casting a glance over at the others around him. Certainly they can get out of here one way or another… He hadn’t precisely paid attention to see if they were even remotely on the same page after all this time… Not that their teamwork seemed to be getting them anywhere truly at this point in their adventure. Coatl glanced around at the others and waited in silence for a decision and lifts one of heavy legs and then taps it back down against the floor.
WC: 254
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Post by Rhaenera on Oct 20, 2018 16:23:46 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Too sober for this Shit.
For a moment it seemed like nothing happened, Damainus had begun to think the scuffle between the group before had only sealed their fate. The room around him seemed to pause, the bitter stone with itsbitter stare settled in his bones while the world forgot to breathe. Increasing paranoia nagged at him as an eternity passed, the dagger he had planned to take very quietly found itself back on the pedestal he'd taken it from.
He was uncertain if the Goddess was waiting for him to replace the item, but the door opened moments after and he didn't dare question it.
They all spilled into the room like a cloud of bugs into a room that was no different than the last. Damainus was one of the last to join the group, briskly squeezing in from the back; he had no intent on being left. He wasn't wrong to worry, at least he'd believe, while the lot of them were focused on the empty table once lined with tools the door closed behind them.
"DID YOU NOT RECOGNIZE THE SHAPE OF MY MOONS?"
A fraction of a second was all that Damianus needed to watch his life flash before his eyes and imagine every possible way the Goddess could kill them right now. They were wrong. They were wrong and they were going to die. The room filled with wind and voices, something in the wind began to grab at them, it pulled at his hair; his legs. It Screamed. He wanted to fight for his life but how do you fight Wind, Ghosts - A Goddess?
"OR FIND MY FURY IN THE DAGGER? CHOOSE MORE CAREFULLY THIS TIME."
It stilled. All but the pounding in his Chest. Some others seemed just as shaken as he was, others seemed to actually enjoy what could have just been their doom. Various horses of their group took this opportunity to speak their piece, He didn't mind The Thief, but he found a personal grudge against any and every Aodhian that spoke.
Then the Noble mocked the very Goddess they were at the mercy of. "Watch your Mouth, Pest." Damianus Spat, pawing the ground with a heavy hoof. He remembered enough about Aodh to know he'd be appalled by the gesture. Damianus doesn't worship Alya and never gave her a second thought, but he sure as hell had a new respect for her in these rooms. He wasn't about to have their escape and survival jeopardized because a noble wanted to run their mouth. The Aodhians had already done enough in the first trial.
Of course their decision was what almost got them killed, of course it was Aodh's fault; they got a grudge against Alya anyway. Damianus didn't know enough about Alya or Sedo himself to make an intellectual choice, and again the same horses had the same differences. They all made good points but a part of him wanted to trust the witty mule, he actually lived in Serora, right? Still, Damianus wasn't picking a side. He wasn't being responsible for a wrong answer.
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Post by marinedoq on Oct 25, 2018 2:07:51 GMT -6
M I S H A
aodh
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HAVE YOU CHOSEN WELL?
Not this again. Maybe their last decision had been wrong, but this one better fit. Before Misha could move, he saw others look anxiously at the other door - should they try the other, since nothing had happened? As he walked forward, eyeing the other door, their chosen door swung open. The floor slants and they begin to slide down for what feels like eternities.
IT SEEMS YOU KNOW ME AFTER ALL TO RECOGNIZE MY WINGS. HAVE SOME PEACE ON YOUR JOURNEY
They hit the floor, stumbling to stand upright and looked around. A skyscape, stars beneath their hooves and clouds supporting their weight. Misha instantly felt anxious. He wasn't supposed to be in the stars - had he been a pegasus, then perhaps he could fly close enough. But he wasn't. He was Misha, son of Ignacio (and to some extent Kaia, but he only cared for her due to Tiresias' fascination with her creations). As he looked around at the others, two paths had formed in front of them. The right one read sound and the left sky.
"Some here might be children of Alya - whether by patronage or heritage. I'm not. I cannot fly and I will not fall. Sound seems a better choice - sound is more solid, it's less... tricky, if I may dare say so. It's more familiar to most of us, is it not?" Misha called out to the others, standing near his chosen path. He would be willing to follow the majority, but not before voicing his own thoughts. Although the sky was also familiar, he was now connecting it with Alya and flying - something he couldn't do and something that seemed a less favorable choice than sound.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Oct 25, 2018 15:07:10 GMT -6
“IT SEEMS YOU KNOW ME AFTER ALL TO RECOGNIZE MY WINGS. HAVE SOME PEACE ON YOUR JOURNEY.”
Jenko snorted. This time it seemed like they had picked the right answer. It was dumb luck, really. After all, he didn’t pray to Alya and he hadn’t voiced his choice out loud either. Perhaps he should have done the latter, because this had been his second right answer. The Aodhian was on a roll.
“Naturally.” He said as he rolled his eyes at the Deity. In the blink of an eye, the room’s appearance has changed. “Um. What is the meaning of this?” he asked to no one in particular. He tentatively set one hoof down; just to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. As suspected, the floor was solid. Was he dreaming? No, he was wide awake. It simply felt like he was dreaming. He had no idea what to think at this point. All he knew is that he wanted to get out.
Alya had spoken again. She told them to look behind them and so, Jenko did as he was told. He frowned as the Goddess’ explanation continued. Two pathways were laid out before him, stretching away in the distance. “Left and right.” He muttered. “No correct answer.”
He sighed when the plaque appeared. He was a slave. He had never learned how to read. His sister had tried to teach him at several occasions, but that was a long time ago. Which one was he supposed to pick now? “Right for what’s right…right?” He offered and proceed to stand on the right.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Oct 27, 2018 12:47:32 GMT -6
Trixie was glad that the right choice had been chosen, but was embarrassed that she’d been among those that had voted for the wrong choice this time. But she tried to focus more on being glad that they hadn’t been angrily yelled at by Alya again, and bracing herself for whatever came next, probably another tough decision.
And sure enough, that was, indeed, what it was going to be. Her heart sank and quivered with fear when she heard Alya tell them that the next leg of their journey would be less safe, that it apparently had to get worse before it got better.
Trixie looked at the pathways, and saw what they were labelled. And both would have pitfalls, apparently? She started thinking. At first, sound seemed like it might be less dangerous than whatever “sky” might involve… But, what if the pitfall of sound was deafeningly loud noise? It would be very hard on her since she had long ears, she might even lose her hearing. And trying to survive as a deaf vagabond could be very dangerous, maybe even meaning a death sentence sooner or later. Besides, it was nice to be able to hear… Though, maybe there was a chance that none of them would go deaf…
And what would the sky path and its pitfalls be like, exactly? Trixie imagined that the sky path’s pitfalls would probably involve falling an extremely long distance, and then probably getting killed, or at least severely injured. At least, for those who didn’t have wings. But… surely there would be a way through for those unable to fly… And Trixie was quite agile, even on rough terrain, so perhaps she’d be agile enough to get through whatever the sky path was.
“I’m not entirely sure… both paths make me nervous… but I think I might prefer to risk the sky path? There’s probably… hopefully... a way for those of us without wings to get through… And, well, I’m worried that the sound path might be so loud that it could make us go deaf, ehehe…”
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Post by Dream-Lark on Oct 27, 2018 13:18:36 GMT -6
Heart leaped up into the stallion's throat as the floor began to tilt steeply, as his hooves lost any sort of purchase and he tumbled forward--into nothing.
They were suspended there for an unknown length of time, adrenaline spiking through the thief's body before his hooves touch a solid surface once more, a laugh building from his belly to tumble out his mouth. The Sky Goddess' face shimmered into view then, her voice sounding in their heads. So they'd chosen the correct door, then? Sinarin sent a triumphant, 'told you so' smirk in Jemin's general direction, before silver eyes turned to pay attention to what was happening in this new room.
And it was...quite breath taking, even as the ominous words resounded in their minds.
"Serene she says. Oi, what a load of shit the bird lady is spouting," Sin muttered, though he was chuckling to himself as he glanced about him, taking in the paths and those beside them.
"Sky or Sound, huh?" The thief mused, looking down each path, before giving himself a shake and looking toward the others with a fairly derisive laugh.
"This is an escape room built for thrills and fun, loves. We aren't actually going to get killed in here. However, I've never been a fan of making a lot of sound, and the sky and empty horizon has always been freedom for me. So I'm sticking with the Sky Route. And don't worry, dearie, I'll protect a cutie like you," Sinarin announced, casting a wink toward Trixie as he sauntered up to stand beside her.
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Post by Rhaenera on Oct 27, 2018 21:45:21 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Too sober for this Shit.
HAVE YOU CHOSEN WELL?
The laugh sank into his bones and dropped his heart from his chest. This Goddess had not been so friendly before and her question was rhetorical. Then the floor- the whole room began to tilt, the door they had chosen opened and widened, his hooves began to skid.
"What!" Damianus blurted all the while trying to fight against the steepening floor beckoning them toward the gaping hole; Gods knew what lied beyond it. It was futile, of course, he couldn't fight slick stone floor and as the Goddess willed it Damianus fell through the door with the rest of them. Fell into a Void, Nothing, this is what it felt like. He was falling but he wasn't falling. Endless Sky- no, Space, just open space. It was Terrifying but it was Serene, in a moment the world could melt away and Damianus could have forgotten where they were.
His hooves hit something Solid and then he was standing. Her voice echoed around them, satisfied and full of Praise with talk of Peace. Thank Alya Damianus thought, Chuckling at the Irony of the statement.
The first thing to appear through the dark was the Image of the Goddess that had sent them through these series of Riddles. He'd never seen Alya before, well, he hadn't seen any god before but He'd never seen even an depiction. an Idea. of Alya at all. She was beautiful, Damianus would deny her that, The crown of Stars would mesmerize anyone that gazed on them. Then the Void around them spread out into a World of Stars; Quite Literally.
Damianus gazed over the scene they'd created, including something that made the floor beneath them at least seem more solid than it looked. What the Goddess Confessed next sent Damianus from awe, into Irritation and Anxiety, Turning to see the two paths beyond them, a choice of neither right nor wrong. Both sounded like a nightmare, yet they were left to make their choice; they began to discuss.
No one was up for bickering this time at least, voicing their preferences. Whether it was because he was drawn to The Thief or he just had a louder voice, Damianus found himself hearing what he had said over the others. "How do you know we don't die, I don't know much about The Gods but I know Ignacio and Alya don't mix. Look around us. Awful lot of Aodhians. Ever think this a fine opportunity for a God to dump out a few mortals they don't like. She could, Anytime."
Damianus glanced out into the Stars-cape mimicking the land of Hireath. "We hit the ground softly this time, next time we might not be so lucky and most of us don't have wings. I'd rather be deaf than Dead." He couldn't say he wasn't curious about what the sky route held, it always was beautiful and to experience it like a Pegasus would be a journey of a lifetime, But he didn't want to take any chances.
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Post by unifangs on Oct 27, 2018 22:03:26 GMT -6
Coatl listens as the goddesses approves, not missing a beat before he glances around at his peers. He draws his tongue over his teeth in thought and makes up his mind in silence before he decides to listen, almost relieved that the others seem to be in mutual agreement with his own stance. He shakes out his hair and then steps forward slightly, the metal of his legs clanking against the floor underneath them.
“I think given the previous objects sky makes the most sense,” Coatl says evenly, “given that hammer didn’t go the way we wanted.” He can hear dramatics from another and he rolls his eyes slowly. “If there’s risk of dying I’ll make sure to push you first.” He looks towards Damianus and smirks, hoping to goad and provoke the other stallion. “If Alya was going to kill us Aodhians I highly doubt she would wait to trap us in an escape room with a bunch of strangers.. That’d be ludicrous and absolutely a waste of time.” He draws in a breath and takes a long look at each door. “Sky seems to be the theme with the previous answers .. So it’s a no brainer which one we should choose.” He scans over the group, almost enticing them to argue and oh how he hopes he can argue, this mutual agreement has made things so exceptionally dull. He flicks his tail and then stares at the doors, waiting for any other to speak up and make their own choice.
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Post by hey-stardust on Oct 27, 2018 23:04:02 GMT -6
 OPHELIA | AODH | COURTESAN Yeah, you've got bigger dreams, so keep on believing, don't let your colours bleed into grey.
Expecting yet another rebuttal from the angry goddess, Ophelia's ears were already pinned flat to her neck, frustration evident as she pawed at the ground anxiously, pouting. She watched the others in stony silence as they bickered over the doors placed in front of them - unable to discern the significance between the patterns etched in the slightest.
The pegasus caught snippets of the discussion as they argued their point over and over, letting the conversation breeze through one ear and out the over, and found herself growing increasingly impatient at the situation; ready to kick down a door based on nothing but a whim if it continued.
Thankfully, it seemed another shared her agitation, for a door was finally chosen, swinging open with apparent ease...
And then, they were falling.
Hearing the sudden clattering of hooves on an unknown surface, Ophelia's wings snapped open instinctually, feathers no doubt clouting one of her fellow members in the face as she managed to slow her fall just enough to ease the lurch that roiled in her stomach.
Landing together in an unseemingly heap, they were all privy to Alya's next words; though this time she seemed quite pleased, almost proud of their answers. When yet another riddle was placed before them, however, Ophelia frowned at their options, recalling the others' insistence that the hammer had been the answer, that Alya was the god of sound...
Then she remembered how the entity had chastised them, belittled them, and instead looked towards the sky for answers.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Nov 3, 2018 10:24:29 GMT -6
(PROMPT 4)
Most had chosen the left path, Jenko wondered why that was. What was so interesting about the left one when there was no correct answer to begin with? He frowned at the thought but followed the group anyways.
“Be quick” he heard the God say. Jenko simply scoffed. Being quick wasn’t exactly possible giving the circumstances. “You heard her, fellas.” He simply added for the rest to hear.
He couldn’t quite tell how long they had been stuck in this…room? It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since they had made their way down here. Had they been walking for only a few minutes or hours? Jenko couldn’t tell. He glanced behind to see how far they had come, only to notice that a void was swallowing the space as a whole, approaching fast.
“Run!” he yelled without a second thought as he bolted forward. Luckily for him, his speed had always been an asset. Now was the time to put said asset to good use. It didn’t take long for the void to catch up to him though, swallowing him as a whole and engulfing him in darkness. Jenko closed his eyes shut, screaming.
He slowly opened his eyes and all he could see was a door with Alya’s face on it. Am I dead? He wondered, breathing heavily. Yet Ignacio wasn’t the one staring at him. He made his way towards the door.
He had forgotten about the others entirely.
No…
The closer he got, the more she tried to prevent him from doing so. She wasn’t Ignacio.
NO.
He was terrified, but he wasn’t going to give in. Not to her, at least. She wasn’t his God. “I won’t accept it!” he exclaimed, fighting her strength with all he had to no avail. His rage had clouded his heart, but perhaps that’s why he was going forward still. The door was within his reach now, or so he thought.
“I WON’T!” he screamed as he stomped forward.
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Post by unifangs on Nov 3, 2018 11:29:08 GMT -6
Coatl can feel himself fall and his stomach lurches. He tries to run but he still feels himself collapse and get yanked down. He hits the ground and lets out a long, agonized groan. It takes several moments before he musters up what strength he can to push himself back up to his feet. He takes in a breath and pushes through screaming muscle, flicking his ear before he assures himself of sure footing. His eyes turn ahead to the door and he studies it with a quiet intrigue, that is, until the winds hit. He draws in a sharp breath and then Coatl doesn’t dwell upon those around him. He ignores voices and he decides the only priority is to get out of this place. Sky bitch could perish, Coatl wasn’t going to stop and listen to her chatisement for once.
With a deep inhale he sprints for the door, his legs the only noise echoing in his ears. For once he feels relief at the sheer weight he has to carry with his impractical limbs. He tries to fight his way through the wind, fight through the ache of his limbs and press for that door. Coatl practically feels ready to hurl his entire weight into it just to break free of the confines of this gods maddening game. Divinity has never made sense, but for once, Coatl can imagine the gods amusement at watching these mortals scrabble for salvation. He only hopes that his attempts at running were simply enough.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Nov 3, 2018 19:54:58 GMT -6
Hearing the stranger stallion flirtatiously claim that he'd protect her, and seeing him approach her, Trixie stared for a moment, ears up, and then she averted her eyes and pinned down her ears, flustered... But she had a hunch that he quite possibly might be the sort to like flirting with a lot of mares. "Um... th-thank you..." she murmured anyway.
Then her ears shot back up when she heard Alya speak again, telling them to be quick. She looked around wildly to see what the danger was, and saw the horrific void creeping up behind them. Trixie screamed; surely there was no way any of them could protect each other from something like this. Her heartbeat and breathing accelerated the fastest they had yet since getting into this strange place. She started to run, as quick as she could. But apparently not quick enough - suddenly she was falling again and screaming again...
And then they were in another strange place, with a storm brewing, and it was clearly worsening, terrifyingly fast. She started to trudge forward, hoping this really was the right way to go, and not some sort of trivk or trap. And she hoped they would make it in time, oh dear gods.... Why was this necessary? Probably none of them mortals would ever know the answer to that. And she wondered again what the sound path would've been like; would it have been less terrifying than this? No, probably at least as bad, even if now it was hard to imagine anything much worse than what was happening now.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Nov 3, 2018 20:26:34 GMT -6
This place, this 'room' if it could be called that, was so...peaceful. Serene. Lovely to look at, as the group strolled down the path. Sinarin could feel pebbles shifting beneath his hooves, but that didn't bother him in the least. His footing was too good to be bothered by such little things. And yet...gaze kept shifting about, ears flickering occasionally. This was a Halloween event, a god's escape room...surely something else was about to happen. This place was too...nice.
It was when the thief cast a glance over his shoulder to check on his ever present paranoia of someone trying to catch him that he saw--nothing. And that was a Big, Big problem. "Oh, shit," the stallion breathed, his sense of danger spiking as adrenaline coursed through his system once more. He leaped forward to run, only to be caught by void. It seemed like everything whirled around him, before it stopped, causing him to stumble and blink.
What had just happened? He didn't know, but sharp gaze caught sight of a door in the distance, Alya's smug face peering out at them once more. Sinarin is just one of the many who instantly gravitates toward it, though his suspicious gaze shifts constantly about them.
Surely it couldn't just be that easy?
The thief felt the breeze begin to flutter, but he didn't think anything of it. Not until it began to get stronger and stronger, before becoming a proper storm complete with tornadoes. "Alya's ass," Sin muttered as he shook his head, trying to laugh a trifle hysterically. Oh, the goddess was definitely playing with them now! With a leap, the dual colored stallion tried to jockey himself into a position behind the sturdier stallions and mares. With them to break the worst of the wind, the going was easier on him.
Silver eyes were squinted against the force of the wind, entire body leaning forward as he shoved lean frame through the winds. The door! They had to get to the door to escape this crazy realm! Sinarin only hoped there wasn't some trick or clue in all of this that they were all missing--he didn't want to get stuck in a room with this storm for very long. It was making a mess of his hair!
WC 383
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Post by Mad-Manx on Nov 14, 2018 20:49:39 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are:
Dream-Lark: 4AP
marinedoq: 2AP
Blubber-Bun: 1AP
0-Mooncry-0: 3AP
potoofoolery: 3AP
malificently: 3AP
Rhaenera: 4AP
hey-stardust: 1AP
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