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Where am I - Everyone
In a mysterious large hall, there was nothing but silence. But, within that quiet hall, one continuous sound echoed throughout, ":Tap ...Tap ...Tap." The rhythmic tapping never missed a beat, making the sound seem as if it belonged.
Black mist Shrouded the area, almost placing the hall into complete darkness. However, the snow white ground, offered a very small hint of light to the dark-bland simple domain. Within the darkness a reassured voice resounded, ":Finally, they've arrived."
Suddenly, a bright white light 5ft above the floor appeared. Integrating larger and larger, the light threw out 8 figures among the hall room. falling, 7 Loud noises were heard in consecutive fashion, :Thud, Ugh, Thud.....
One of the figures happened to land with a roll avoiding the 8th thud. Urn, who commenced a neatly formed roll was the first to glean at his surroundings. Somehow, the conjured light above them remained, still lighting an obscure amount of the center of the hall.
On a platform ahead was a throne. The most distinctive feature of the throne had to be the golden tree symbol on the headrest. Although, the bones that made the throne, also added to its distinctiveness. Stepping towards the throne, Urn heard a splash underneath his foot.
":Huh," lifting to look at the sole of his shoes he saw it covered in blood.
':Shit, someone must of hurt themselves during the fall,' While in thought, Urn quickly turned towards the group behind him.
Everyone struggled, but managed to avoid the bloodstream standing back on their feet, except one figure. Seeing a middle aged short blond lady helping out an old man covered in blood, Urn rushed gliding on his knees, splashing away blood in a heroic manner. Helping out the lady, they both lifted the man to his feet.
Tearing at the older figures clothes, Sophia became more and more worried. Hearing the older figure murmuring she ignored it. ":I'm alright, young lady. I may not look it but I'm quite a tough cookie. Owch." Bothered by the old man's yammering and movement, she got a little violent.
Moments later, Sophia let out a sigh of relief,":It seems you're fine, no cuts or bruising. Only old scars, but to be honest I'm surprised you're alive today, with how deep those wounds were."
With a slight smile the old figure clenched his fist. Beating his chest 2 times he let out a slight grunt.":Like I said, tough like an overcooked snicker-doodle."
':Although you're old, I don't think that's the right idiom,' Sophia lampooned inwardly.
Not to far away in the distance, one of the figures was climbing up the platform, but before he could get a footing, he was thrown midair. Lucky enough, the stream of blood helped cushion his fall. Wiping away the blood from his face Vidal couldn't help but lament. ':I finally get my transmigration experience and I get thrown in the air like a rag-doll.'
Everyone glanced Vidal's way, but most of the figures jumped to the conclusion that he was a hired actor on this reality TV show. This was because he looked way to normal. He wore a open-zipper hoodie, un-tucked dress shirt, and what looked to be dad jeans. The ten dollar haircut didn't help either.
Standing up, Vidal managed to place his sights on a strange figure out of the group. While everyone was exploring or trying to make sense of the whole situation, this person was standing on a wooden chair.
His coat, suit and tie-plus his posture, made Vidal sense a boss atmosphere from the figure; He reminded him of the time when he went to work and he saw a random person storming around the place. And although he never saw the guy before, he was obviously the boss, like an exact replica of the person who stood on that chair.
Seaco was the second person to get to his feet. He was calm and collected, even though the situation seemed dire. Perceiving a small trace of a stream heading towards them he quickly looked around, trying to avoid it. He managed to see one of many chairs.
The chair looked like a normal dining chair, it was wooden oak, and the backrest had the classic 4 wooden poles like jail bars. To avoid the stream he quickly leaped onto it. His worries weren't needed though. The rushing stream would of been barely above his ankle.
Staring at his watch, Seaco witnessed a younger figures gaze that looked perplexed. Through his experience, nobody would usually openly stare at him, so Seaco checked his attire, and he instantly threw off his coat. ':Filth, I'll never be able to wash off that red.'
Returning his glance to his watch he continued in thought. ':I turned landing on my back, so I didn't damage my watch from the fall. But the large and small hand are moving wildly in circles, hmm I'll have to check my cell phone.' Patting himself down he looked back towards the coat. ":Tsk."
Unable to make sense of where they were, Barbara kicked splashing blood up around her in frustration. Seeing a glare from the corner of her eyes she stopped kicking, and walked over to Sit next to the suited figure. Shifting, she widened her legs like a man. ":Hey Wall-Street, does that flashy watch tell the time. My Cell phone isn't working, I think this place might be covered by tons of hills or maybe a jamming frequency.
':Bold claims' Seaco thought while Ignoring the beautiful short haired, tattooed dyke,. After brushing his trousers, Seaco unclipped the buttons to his suit. In one motion he pushed his suit flap aside and sat on the pinnacle of the chair with his feet placed on the seat.
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From a chair far on the other end you could hear a faint voice. "You're wrong."
Hearing the young girls firm retort, Barbara couldn't help but ask. ":Well prove me wrong, if I'm wrong little girl?"
Following along with her eyes in the direction of where the young girl pointed, Barbara's eyes contracted. Under the blood were a dozen or so skeletons. At first, she was about to run. But soon, she notice the skeletons stubbornly pushing against the tide, just to hold her chair up.
With further examination she realize that underneath them were nothing but bones. Strangely, the skeleton torsos holding the chair were the only ones that seemed life like.
When the manly black-haired lady jumped in surprise, Macey chuckled. ":Were in hell, I think, but I should be in heaven, I'm a good girl."
Pursing her lips and bringing her index finger to her cheek, Macey pondered why she could be in hell. kicking back and forth, her legs dangled off the edge of the chair.
Next to her was an older boy in his teens, he was on the thick side and his dark skin looked like African descent. He followed along listening as the conversation went on, and when he also looked under his chair.
" :Agh!" He screamed and ran off into the darkness. Running, he hit an invisible wall, and rickashayed in mid air like Vidal's previous actions. Urn managed to help him get back on his feet. But he soon came to regret that action.
Being lifted up Aster managed to see his hero. The man looked skinny but when he lifted up Aster he done it with ease. He wore a martial arts top, that resembled a white night gown. Yet most of it was covered in blood now. Around his waist looked to be a black apron but its written design around the belt area, made it look alot more expensive than a apron.
":AaGh," When the kid noticed he was drenched in blood he screamed and teared up continuously, like a broken track record.
":Sigh...."This sighing came from the throne, it held a tone of authority and boredom. The noise brought everyone into a cold sweat, Aster even stopped crying. Taking it down a tone, he turned from screaming tears to quick breaths and quiet whimpering.
Appearing out of nowhere, a hooded figure slouched on the throne. His hood moved like a flame, having black smoke constantly floating off its outer-line. Darkness within the hood, Seemed darker than pitch black, almost resembling an abyss. However, Inside that darkness everyone could feel a sadistic smile going from one side of the figures face to the other.
Everyone was still frozen like a cat deciding to run, fight or flee. Until one person broke out of his scared state swallowing up his courage. ":I would like to know why we are here?" Vidal asked. Pulling the bottom of his shirt he wiped his newly formed river of sweat across his forehead.':I need to be more confident, this is my opportunity, the one I always waited for.' As his thoughts raced, a young girl already stole the attention away from him.
":Oh oh ah ah I know this one" Macey raised her hand, bouncing up and down, she wanted to answer the question for the hooded figure. While readjusting his seating the hooded figure nodded in Macey's direction. Pleased with herself she looked from person to person. ":I think, I-think we are all dead and you guys all done bad things, except for me, God made a mistake about Masey."
Hearing this Barbara pitched herself, feeling the pain in her shoulders she sighed in relief. Urn gave a compassionate smile. Although, the disbelief in his eyes, was easy to see. Sophia seemed concerned with her motherly glare.
Seaco remained seated with a deadpan expression. The old man Gordon, was pursing his lips and rubbing his stumble in thought. Vidal, was pondering holding his gaze towards his right foot, while he fidgeted with his hands in habit, and Aster. He was still trying to hold back his tears.
After awhile it became dead quiet. Macey was the only one turning her head at anyone who made a slight movement. Suddenly, a rhythmic tap could be heard echoing throughout the throne room. Everyone was unsure when, but hearing the tapping they managed to see the hooded figures pale white hand, tapping on his armrest.
Noticing the group relax the hooded figure, spoke in a firm yet gentle tone. ":The young girl is right. You're all dead, I could offer you the memories if you want. But, If so. I will have to revoke your placement. Now, before I start I'll answer your questions."
Scanning from person to person the hooded figure answered. Somehow he done this before anyone opened their mouth.
':How did I die?' ":Macey, I can't answer that question."
':Why am I here?' ":Ah, more than one of you in this question, this will be answered soon."
':Who is this creepy guy?' ":I see, Barbara. Good question, I am nothing but a humble god, struck by boredom. I have many names, but for now you can call me Gahgeeeahzahpezah."
':Why bother with this stuff?' ":Bother.. Gordon can you explain that in words I can't quite make sense of your thoughts."
Clearing his throat the old man asked. ":I'm old, so my death was nothing that wasn't expected. I know your toying with human lives like gods usually do, but. Can I just be done with it, I've lived a life with ups and downs so if my end has already been, you can send me to my endless torture or whatever you do here in hell.
After the Hooded figure heard this question he sat up, more interest than before. Everyone felt a sudden pressure like a beast was watching in glee. " I know you wouldn't want another chance at life. However, I'll add a bonus with the winning participant."
"Like Colleen, I can bring her back with you." Noticing the old man step back in fright, the hooded figure continued.
Looking towards Sophia, ":you can go back and see your daughter give birth to your grandchildren."
To Urn, ":You could be known as the man who escaped the glitches of the underworld."
To Vidal, ":Ah, I can grant you a path where you will feel needed."
To Barbara,":If excitment is what you want, this is the right place."
To Seaco, ":Weath? thats a boring one."
When he turned to Macey he tilted his head in confusion. Awhile later, he remained the same so he questioned. ":Young one; do you not seek any desires?"
In reaction Macey covered her mouth, in thought. Chuckling the hooded figure answered. "An endless supply of food is easy enough."
":Oh I almost forgot about you. Aster, I'll gladly send you back to your mother if you win".
Clapping his hands the shrouded darkness disappeared and he continued. ":Now then, everyone take a seat so we can let the games begin."
Seeing everyone sit on the 8 seats he had laid out, Gahgeeeahzahpezah changed his tone, being stern and collected.
":I need each of you to build an empire, and then destroy one another. Sadly, this is all for my entertainment. Conjuring a tablet before each figure he continued. "When you're ready shake your tablet; and when a color comes forth you will pick your avatar and a bonus."
Everyone hesitated except Vidal, he shook his tablet almost instantly. 8 different colors showed rolling in and out of the tablet screen until the tablet stopped at red. Suddenly the tablet enlarged. The length changed greatly, and its width slightly expanded. Pick your hero formed in neat white text along the screen and then it turned into a mirror.
Confused, Vidal noticed his appearance start to change. He grew a head taller and his skin altered becoming lighter. Chain-mail covered his torso as-well as his head, and his brown eyes faded into bright green eyes. A brown mustache started to form above his lips and a quiver hung on his back. Although he looked surprised, his noble air couldn't be hidden.
When he started scrutinizing his newly formed avatar a large form of text appeared.
Orrin the Knight [https://heroes.thelazy.net/images/c/ca/Crest_red.gif] Orrin Class: Knight Gender: Human Race: Male Specialty: Archery-- Receives a 5% per level bonus to archery skill percentage. Starting secondary skill(s):
Basic Leadership Basic Archery ←Swipe for more→
Swiping the mirror tablet, Videl's form constantly changed, he even became a woman during one of his choosing options. However, he settled with a young noble looking knight. His name had lord before it and his looks didn't look to bad in Videl's eyes. Swiping through the bonus options he quickly picked gold. During his actions of confirming his bonus he fell through the tablet and disappeared right before everyone.
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