Board 8 > The Notes of Cain, Topic 3 [CYOA]

(+) Yeah! (+)

https://imgur.com/pN5043G

kidd better go ultra super saiyan god if he knows this smile is waiting for him when he gets home

(and yeah she's an abnormal like goetic or ignael, that's why she has purple hair)
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Well that was tense!

B
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B.
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Thought things were fixing to go down there, glad it didn't get to that (yet). Owen was a huge help with his psionic powers. For now, we need all the help we can get, even if it comes from someone/something that might betray us later.

Aarron has dealt with these things before, who knows how much time is left before Owen changes.

B.
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Hnn...

B.
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FunnyBusiness posted...

Thought things were fixing to go down there, glad it didn't get to that (yet).

you guys will have to thank Torin for that.
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Thanks Torin
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B.
Would rather have a soldier go crazy than a psionic.
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who would win

- tenacious bastard
- well trained
- doesn't make mistakes

or

- one mothy boy
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MariaTaylor posted...

- one mothy boy

One that doesn't know how to control it. Which would make him more dangerous to others
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crazygamer999 posted...

MariaTaylor posted...

- one mothy boy

One that doesn't know how to control it. Which would make him more dangerous to others

At least he has punch inside him.
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OracleGunner posted...

crazygamer999 posted...

MariaTaylor posted...

- one mothy boy

One that doesn't know how to control it. Which would make him more dangerous to others

At least he has punch inside him.

To punch people in the brain
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https://imgur.com/qMABE2M

second promo image done, it's the one where jen kills the fish monster and ignael first meets maria

I wanted to convey maria being a REALLY weird character so I had her standing outside of the frame
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just bumping stuff randomly because I don't know when things purge
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MariaTaylor posted...

I wanted to convey maria being a REALLY weird character so I had her standing outside of the frame

to be she fucking dies
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MariaTaylor posted...

just bumping stuff randomly because I don't know when things purge

repeat after me:

#bump#
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I used the auto bump feature in one of my previous topics and the topic purged due to the system messing up

so yeah, not trusting that system again. rather just bump things myself.
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Should Maria summon The Bot?

A. Yes
B. No
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B
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Maniac64 posted...

Should Maria summon The Bot?

A. Yes
B. No

I'm not outsourcing cheap canadian labor anymore, sorry guys

votes B
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A
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A
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I also vote B

I don't really like the random posts being in a topic.
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better poll who is interested in seeing marigold's dream come to fruition, even if fakeru isn't the one to go back and do it?
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For the record, that poll was meant as a joke.
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Will the survivors (cough if there are any cough) make Hendrake great again, or will they go "fuck that" and have wacky roommate adventures in their new not totally haunted / monster infested mansion!?
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I think the answer varies planned on the characters. some of those arcs I have a clear idea in mind, others will depend on the choices you guys make along the way for how to develop them. and, of course, characters who get killed off won't be able to fulfill their dreams even if they did have noble goals for the endgame.
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https://imgur.com/JXGI7Wi

slowly but surely I'll get all of them done

in the meantime, chapter hype for later today (maybe more like TONIGHT)

[22. Trust and Truth]
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Entry 22: Trust and Truth

Based on the information discovered by Leone, of which he was mostly very forthright (barring anything which may have implicated his brother or himself), Torin decided that the group should make efforts to move to the upper levels of the mansion and search out whatever Enoch had heard up there before the monsters attacked. The damage to the stairwell meant that it would be impossible to move the wagon up to the balcony. And, realistically, that was likely never going to be an option anyway. Torin knew at some point they would need to leave the wagon behind. That was the reason why he and Aaron had been organizing things during the downtime.

With everything in order they were able to take in bundles what they might need to carry with them. Torches, tools, supplies, and spare weapons were loaded onto those who could carry them and the group made ready to depart. The process of repairing the stairs to the point where they could be easily and safely climbed by everyone here took a bit of extra effort.

It was during this downtime, when the stairs were being repaired using the tools and wooden planks carried on the wagon, that Zephyr decided to investigate a matter which had concerned him to some extent. Someone of his size couldn't help much with construction or repair anyway. And, as coincidence might have it, the guy he wanted to talk to was off to the side as well.

Perhaps Owen also thought that he was too weak or too useless to help with repairs. Maybe he was content to just sulk after what had happened that morning. And, realistically, it seemed like no one wanted to pressure him into doing work once he had separated himself from the rest of the group. This provided the perfect situation for Zephyr to approach him and discuss some matters in private.

"Do you have some time?" Zephyr asked. "I'd like to talk."

Owen, who was sitting down on a battered box, studying one of the nearby statues, glanced over and then down at Zephyr. "Sure." His head titled to the side slightly, almost as if he didn't have the fortitude to keep his neck upright anymore. As if he had completely given up on things.

Perhaps the experience with Aaron had affected him even more than Zeph would have guessed, but that wasn't what he came here to talk about. Well, it was somewhat related to that. Specifically, something that Owen had said at the time.

"I feel like you must have lied back there, but I don't know why," Zephyr told him.

Owen turned his hand over, examining the back of it. "And what do you intend to do about it?"

"Nothing. I don't know." Zephyr glanced away and then back at him. "I just remember during the battle yesterday when those bees attacked, Punch grew those things on his head... the same as you. Maybe no one else noticed, since things were really chaotic, but... I don't think you could be the only one who turned out like this."

"No, not really." Owen shook his head. "It was me, and Punch, and Tristan. But they're-..."

Zephyr thought about Matsuda and the others who had died getting this far. "It's complicated. I get it."

"So..." Zephyr moved a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. "So you just didn't want to talk about it? Or were you worried they wouldn't trust you?"

"He was ready to squish my brain already," Owen said, sounding both annoyed, angry, and scared at the same time. "I didn't want to agitate him any further."

"Well you're lucky," Zephyr observed. "I came to you instead of him."
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Owen put his hands behind himself, balancing his torso, and leaned back. He found himself looking upward at the section of the balcony, where the railing had been destroyed. "Not sure if I deserve it, really. I've never had a high opinion of... well, anyone that wasn't human." He was forced to look away from Zephyr as he admitted something that he didn't really need to admit, but maybe it felt nice to get it off of his chest. "Abnormals have always freaked me out and I felt more than comfortable treating them as less than... than, I guess, the rest of us who I considered normal."

"And..." Owen hesitated.

"You're not the only one who wouldn't trust me," Zephyr said, "just because I'm an animal."

"Well... You're..." Owen became flustered. "You're not just an animal, though, are you? You're something else?"

"You've probably heard already that most Beastkin don't even know where we came from." Zephyr thought about that as hard as he could, and yet it felt like a part of his memory had been burned away. It was like he was born to forget his own origin. It was said that it was the same for all of his kind. "I can't tell you anything else. That's all I know."

Owen just nodded. There was some part of him that still didn't know if he believed that explanation, even after everything that happened. It just seemed too convenient and it was too easy to dismiss the opinion or the claims of anyone who looked different from himself ."Well, anyway, it's ironic that it turned out like this. Now I'm the one who isn't even human anymore... and now people are distrusting me."

"Did I learn something along the way? Some lesson?" Owen was staring off now, not seeming to really care one way or the other. "No. Probably not. I guess in the end we all just wander around and do our own thing. People... probably... don't change or grow all that much, do they?"

Zephyr thought of his own past, and yet from here it all seemed like a great black hole. He could look down there all he wanted but he'd never get to the bottom of it. "I don't know," was all he could say. However, as long as he was here, he could at least listen to what Owen had to say.

Sensing this, Owen decided to continue. Maybe he was ranting a bit, or maybe he went off on a tangent here, but it just felt nice to sit down and talk for a while. He had his share of woes and the sense of being able to unload them was difficult to resist. "You know I was supposed to come here as a photographer. I don't even remember how or when I lost my camera but I'm sure it was destroyed already by something."

"Everything else going on became so much more important when I realized what we were really in for, you know?" Owen just shook his head thinking about that. "Honestly, it's not just me, either. I think no one really understood just how insane this place was going to be. We all thought it would be much more simple, much more safe, even after reading the notes of Cain."

"Think about it... they actually invited someone like me here to take pictures of their great triumph."

Owen frowned. "What kind of hubris did it take to lead them this far, with those thoughts in mind?"

Zephyr's tail began to sway lightly as he considered those thoughts. The speech had an overall negative tone and it was difficult to conclude if it had any truth to it or if Owen was just becoming more and more mentally fragile. Could anyone else other than these prideful humans have even made it this far, and kept going?

He looked over at those at the stairs. Some of them looked more beaten, more worn down, more defeated than others. Yet, despite all that, they were still working hard. They were doing difficult labor in order to make sure that they could go forward into a more dangerous place.
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Things hadn't turned out the way they wanted and yet they kept going anyway.

Looking at that... Zephyr couldn't help but smile ever so faintly. Maybe talking to Owen had made him feel better, in a way, too. Even if he hadn't said much. Zeph always had his own thoughts. And those had brought him something which he wouldn't have found sitting and sulking by himself. All he could do was hope that Owen felt the same way.

"Hey, you two!" Enoch came over to them. The tall man had his hands on his hips and walks with a very casual stride. "Looks like the ramp is ready. Shall we go?"

"Of course." Zephyr said. He stood up straight and tall for the first time in a while. Then he bounded off in the direction of the others, who had already begun to form up into a party and start moving. It was impossible to know what the future held. But he would continue to face forward from here on out.

The balcony area was easily secured once the full party had made their way up there; Aaron led the party with Torin at his side, offering guidance. Zephyr found himself wandering to the front of the column in order to help with scouting. At the same time, Leone lingered near the back of the group. It was hard to say if he was simply sticking to his own style or if this was meant as a way to scan for threats that might approach from behind.

The middle of the group was made up of Kidd, Enoch, Jamison, and Owen.

Jen had started off somewhere near the middle but she ended up lagging behind and likely wanted to stay near Leone for comfort's sake anyway. Her entire body was sore at this point, she was hurt and tired, and rest had only brought on a subtle pain which was caused by her muscles regenerating from the strain of the last two days. That didn't even get into the burning sensation on her back and shoulders from the deep raking cuts that had been placed there by monsters.

She looked to Leone and thought about what she might say. But there wasn't anything that came to mind. Or, rather, she didn't know how to say it. Or maybe she just didn't have the courage. Some time, long ago, she had tried to say something to him before... about how things were, and maybe how things might be. But Leone had said they were better as just friends. Did he still feel the same? Would he always feel that way?

... and was she fine with that? Up until now things had been going that way for quite some time. Maybe part of her felt happy and safe just having Leone around. But one day it felt like something was going to come between them. What if he fell in love with someone else? That would hurt a lot. Jen wasn't sure if she was prepared to deal with that. Leone might think they were better as just friends, but Jen didn't know if she could handle that kind of conclusion. Things would inevitably head toward something that hurt her.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Maybe a year from now or even five years. Then again, if she didn't focus on the present, they might not live past today. She figured she may as well push those thoughts to the back of her mind for now. Leone seemed very focused on studying his surroundings. Maybe she should try to be more like him.

The two side rooms on the outer edge of the balcony were opened and examined hastily. Aaron ended up dragging back a trunk full of riches from one of those rooms. It was filled with silver and porcelain objects of varied designs and, ironically, these seemed to be the 'extras' that were stashed away at some point. The finery that was left out had all been destroyed when the monsters ransacked this place. Only this locked trunk full of unwanted treasures had survived -- and it was specifically because it had been put away in some closet and forgotten.
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Jen went to stand by Leone awkwardly as they waited for Aaron to lug the chest back downstairs and stow it away on the wagon. She found herself bouncing back and forth on the bottoms of her feet, wobbling in place with an uneasy balance that somehow calmed her nerves. And at that defining moment where her heart felt steady she just might open her mouth as if she were going to say something. Then as Leone noticed he was being watched and gifted a weak smile, Jen felt her heart freeze and remained silent.

Torin decided to scan the study room and the secondary research hall which had already been turned over. They didn't find anything else of note in here besides what Leone had already discovered earlier. And, the ambitious Leone, who had been very aggressive in searching the place due to his curiosity, seemed to have fallen into a more relaxed and quiet position by this time.

Perhaps it was the fact that his curiosity had nearly gotten the cat killed, or maybe it was something else. In a way it almost felt more like he was watching the others rather than watching for threats. Was he worried about what they might find if they kept looking here? Jen didn't know why but she got the sense that Leone was probably thinking something like that. Maybe every person here except her all had brought their own secrets with them. Maybe they were playing some kind of game that she didn't understand.

All she wanted was to make sure that Leone didn't get hurt again. Did that simple view of the world preclude her from participating in the more complicated events that were transpiring around her...?

At the end of the hall they found a door which had been barred shut from the inside. It looked to be in suspiciously good repair. And, beyond that, there seemed to be a light shining from between the cracks in the door. Zephyr didn't hesitate to point out this fact.

"Let me take the door," Leone offered. He gave Aaron a glance that told the big man to stand down. Aaron had looked almost as if he wanted to ram the door down without hesitation. "I'll do it quietly."

He was forced to use his elbow against the door, steadying himself, and holding the lock in place while he worked on it with one hand. But for the time being Leone was determined to use that hand as much as possible. It was the only way to adjust. It was the only way to account for the fact that he only had one now. If he wanted to be able to keep doing the same things, with the same level of efficiency, it was important to begin practicing now as much as possible.

Jen frowned watching this display. Leone seemed weak and feverish. Perhaps no one else saw it, or they didn't care, or maybe they knew there was nothing they could do about it. But someone who had just lost a hand probably needed to spent more time resting and recovering. Yet, still, here he was. Pushing himself to lead the way forward.

There was a soft click and the door popped open.

It was as if the lock itself was the only thing holding the door in place. Once the lock had been picked the door opened all on its own. The heavy portal swung inward with a slow measure of tempo. Leone, however, had been anticipating this. He touched the handle lightly with the tips of his fingers and guided the door so that it would open as slowly and quietly as possible.

What awaited them on the other side... they could not have expected.

The door beyond led to a sitting room in good repair. The paper on the walls seemed fresh compared to the rest of the place. The floors and the ceilings weren't so rotted or dirty. The tables weren't covered in dust. The lamps here were burning softly with comforting light.
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Then, sitting there, an old gentleman in robes. There was an open book on his lap and a pipe burning softly in his other hand. While his leading hand touched the paper and turned to the next page every so often. His glasses hung almost off of his face as he sat in this lazy, curious posture.

His gaze turned toward the door as the group appeared before him. A silhouette of adventurers from a far away place who had come here to clean the place up. And they must not have expected to ever find an old man living in a run down nest full of monsters. Especially not in a room that hadn't been touched at all by the horror around it.

"Just what is this...?" Enoch blurted out loud.

"-This- is my sitting room." The old man answered almost without hesitation. He closed his book, setting it on the table. Then he stood up from his chair and turned fully toward Enoch and the others. "And -you- must be my long awaited guests."

Rain began to fall outside. Jen saw the clouds collapsing into bullets of moisture which slammed into the windows on the far side of the room. For some reason it felt so odd to her that it would begin to rain like this, at a time like this, in a place like this. It hadn't looked or felt much like rain had been coming, and yet here it was.

In fact... was there ever a window in this part of the estate before? Weren't they closer to-...?

"Don't make any sudden moves," Aaron said, cutting through the quiet calm. If that man's intention had been to disarm them with kindness, here was one guy that wouldn't work on. "I don't know who or what you are, but there's no way I could trust someone in a situation like this."

Torin glanced at Aaron and stepped forward with him. Then his gaze went back to the other old man. He massaged his beard with a look of suspicion. "I must admit, I find this whole situation curious. Just who are you?"

"Yes, I must tell you at least that much," the man agreed. He gave them a deep bow, his robes sagging down, his pipe spilling ash onto the floor. It seemed to glow a red hot orange against the floor which was steadily and slowly turning black even as the light from the lamps began to fade. "My name is Avel de Countelard. I am a friend of Lord Cain and a servant of his family, here."

"I hope you realize how absurd that sounds," Aaron responded. "They've all been dead for quite some time."

Enoch turned his head, studying the old man. "Forgive me but I don't recognize you. You must not have been here when last I visited."

"Well I could say the same to you," Avel responded with a huff. He narrowed his eyebrows, casting an accusatory glare at Enoch. "Who is to say you aren't some imposter? I've long been a friend of this family and I don't remember ever seeing -you- here, either."

Jen thought that sounded like an odd argument to make in this situation. Beyond that, he had simply ignored the other, more pertinent remarks... about Cain and the others being long dead. Wouldn't that be more important?

"Perhaps time and circumstances never permitted it, Mr Contelard," Torin cut in, smoothing the disagreement over before it could become one. Though, at the time, he was thinking of other things.

Torin wasn't stupid. He remembered what Maria and Goetic had told him. She might have run off with Dismas and his cursed band -- who knew if they were alive or dead at this time -- but she had told him about this Avel character and that information stuck with him. Combining that with some of the other things they had seen or found since coming here...
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... Well, it certainly didn't make him feel safe around this Avel character. "I have heard about you," Torin replied. "Though I didn't expect I'd still find you here. This place has become quite dangerous over the last year. Tell me, how did you survive?"

Avel smiled back at him then turned away. He began to walk toward the window. Gods above and below, why did the lamps seem to fade? Why did they keep fading? "Yes I expect -they- must have told you all about me. Though I doubt you could even begin to understand what I've been doing here, and what great heights we hoped to accomplish," Avel told him. "Still, I'm happy that you're trying to approach things diplomatically."

"Of course." Torin walked over to the table and paused beside it. Close but not too close. "There's no reason to resort to senseless violence. If we can work together to clean this place of monsters, all the better. If we seek to understand each other... then maybe... maybe I could understand what you're doing."

Torin drew his cane forward and set it on the ground in front of himself. He leaned forward on it. "I'm willing to listen."

"Yes, it's so fortunate for me that you're willing to listen," Avel agreed. "This only makes you all the more vulnerable. For, you see," He seemed to have no care to the fact that he heard Aaron behind him making moves. Rather, Avel was fully calm and in control of this situation. "You see... I have no intention of answering your questions. It's a simple blessing that you managed to disarm yourselves."

It only kept getting darker, till Jen lost sight of Aaron. Hadn't he been moving forward to attack? Where was he now?

Enoch moved into position beside Torin and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, something is-..." His voice seemed to fade away just as his form did.

Torin turned to the side. He looked for the man who had spoken to him but he didn't see anything. Yet somehow he got the sense that they were, each of them, in their own little world. Not lost... but... it was like they couldn't help each other anymore. Avel had done something to them. Was doing something to them. That much was clear.

Even as the frames of his glasses burned against the only light now shining in through the windows. Even as lightning flashed from the outside and the sheets of rain came down like spears.

"Was any part of you curious at all, I wonder?" Avel mused. "Did you come here for riches, or for fame? Did you think you were doing the right thing...? Or is there some part of you that wanted to know the truth of what happened here?"

"Is it worth it to die just to learn the truth?" Avel inquired.

Jen felt herself panicking. She looked to her side, trying to find Leone, but he had vanished into the darkness. Even Torin was gone now, though Jen was sure he was still somewhere near the table. All she could see now was Avel de Contelard. And that was the only voice that could still reach her, here.

"I still want to know what's going on," Torin called back, shouting into the black space. Even if no one else could see or hear him, he didn't think it was futile. "But if you're saying you want to fight then we are prepared to fight you, too. Whatever your role is here... you're clearly not a good man, or a sane man."

"You'll fight me? You think you're prepared? HAH!" Avel stepped away from the window and swung his arm to the side. Now there was a mad look in his eyes. "How could you be prepared to face threats which you cannot even perceive?! How could you call yourself ready when you are more blind than lambs being led by dogs."
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"You don't even know that wolves exist, much less where they reside," Avel concluded. "And so I'll leave you with this..."

"Yes."

"I control the beasts who stalk these lands."

The lightning flashed bright and loud. And in the corners of the room, shadows were moving. Curved and sharp hands, pointy teeth, tall dispositions of hunger and barbaric violence.

"I serve Cain and his family. And they are not all dead."

Jen felt her heart pounding fiercely in her chest.

"And, my friend... you are not the only one who has made Contact."

There was a cracking sound as two small, buglike antennae pushed their way out of the now broken skull of the old man. His smile seemed to spread to the corners of the room as his form faded away into the darkness. Then there was a bright flash before the room grew completely dark.

Jennifer jumped in place and clutched her arms close to her chest, trying to make her breathing and her heart slow down to a normal rate. When the lights came back on she was standing in a passage. Alone. No, she wasn't a lone. Something touched her on the back.

She spun, screaming, only to see Leone standing there behind her. His hands were outstretched, both of them, and he seemed to be reaching for her.

Jen raised her own hand in return, seeking to touch his. "Leone...?"

Then, at once, his body split in half. The skin was torn off of him and his form was cleaved in two. It was pulled out, stretched, and plastered across the walls. As his skin covered them, they turned a crimson red color. Blood began to rain down from the ceiling. Then the red pelt, the inside of Leone's split skin, crawled up the walls and covered the ceiling as well.

It began to rain down, pouring heavy, until Jen was drenched in blood. Her heart swelled and felt like it was going to explode. She drew her sword but had no idea what to fight or what to do in this situation. Her eyes darted back and forth... but never found anything.

Jen stood in the center of a long passage that felt like it extended into an endless black hole in either direction. She heard footsteps at the edges of her sense. Something out there was moving. Not toward her. Not away from her. It wasn't approaching or fleeing. Rather, they seemed to be circling her on all sides. Even as those shapes moved, the passage itself seemed to twist and turn. Jen was standing still and yet the space around her was rotating.

Leone's face appeared in the ceiling above her, twisted into an expression of anguish.

She closed her eyes as tightly as possible. Rather, they felt so heavy, she couldn't keep them open. Why were they closing on their own?! As her blood began to pump more fiercely Jen found the strength to fight back.

Even as her eyes snapped open, flames burst into life all around her. Nameless candles lit themselves. The floor was now covered in wax and they were burning at her feet. The room was large and round and empty now. Streaks of blood were running down her face still but the smell of death and torn strips of skin was gone.
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As the blood filling the room began to rise up to her ankles, the liquid grew deep enough that it overtook the burning candles. One by one those flames were snuffed out as the blood swallowed them from below. It kept rising, too. Gods above and below it wouldn't stop raining and it wouldn't stop growing any deeper. This swamp of misery and death that she was now standing in.

"Lastly, I'll tell you this," Avel de Contelard's voice was punching her in the brain.

The walls melted away into color. Greens and purples. Wandering phantoms seemed to claw at the edge of reality and try to eat the oxygen in the room. They wanted so badly to get inside of those walls which no longer existed. But even they didn't exist. Yet she could hear them and see them.

They fell, one by one, disappearing into clouds at her feet. Jen was rising now. Higher and higher. She kept climbing and the ground kept getting further and further away.

"This life is nothing more than a dream."

Jen looked up and she saw the truth. It was... watching her.

[The End]

22. Owen seeks out an ally.
A. Leone
B. Enoch
C. Kidd

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Valter, the Chained Knight - decider

Lancer Aaron - FB
Torin Gemmason - Mana
Jamison, Inspector - maniac

Enoch the Wanderer - crazy
Owen the Coward - stan
Beastkin Zephyr - ermine

Leone the Cat - CPU
Jen Lowell - pk2k
Gunslinger Kidd - drak
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22.A

If there is anyone that is going to be able to use this darkness to his advantage somehow its Leone (especially with the boost). That and this guy strikes me as a squishy boy with high psychic shenanigans (otherwise why hide / barricade himself?) so a critical sneak attack on him while Owen takes him on is probably our best bet.
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Hmmm, I'm undecided still... will choose later tomorrow I think
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A.
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to complicate matters further I'll go ahead and reveal there is something special about this vote, beyond just writing in the direction of the highest tally.

oh one more thing. if your character is already dead you can suggest a name for a new character. I will pick the best one out of the results.
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A.

Cosmo
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Might as well shill my character for once.

B
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...You'll forgive me if I'm more than mildly suspicious of this vote now that you've said that. ...But if the more negative of the two outcomes I have in mind comes to pass... don't feel right about it happening to someone *else's* character. ...Especially after the last time. ._.

A.
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Going with B.
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Stella
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Marisa Boulevar
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or Hope
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Well I mean if "seek an ally" means that person gets MOTH'D then Kidd may technically be the better choice if we want another psyker tank since even though he is injured he probably has higher resilience than most (I assume that is based on resilience instead of smarts dunno).

I think it'd be funny having Leone potentially becoming a CatBug and the idea of a Stealth Psyker / Illusionist could be cool (he's also probably one of the smarter chars remaining). Also would be funny seeing Jen's reaction if she somehow survives being put on Cthulhu's Creep Camera if this happens.

Story wise I could see Owen seeking any of em since they all supported him to varying degrees (there is also the implication that if he does MOTH one of em he gains access to their secrets and experiences too so on that front Leone or Enoch could be the most interesting). Could get insight one what Enoch's deal is.
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B

New character: Atticus
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A
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