Party: Yasmin. Martyr. Valcroix. Juliet St. James. Minoko. Katan.
Game Master: Master of the Dice.
What brought you all to this hidden room in the crazy old janitor's office on the Bristle Crios campus is lost to you. What purpose you serve is both irrelevant and unknown. Still, the feeling that something might be off in this room becomes very apparent as the back corner of the offices presents a heavy aura of magic and a hum of energy.
Yas heard the hum and thought it was a song. She was trying to identify it and soon a couple dance mix songs in her head all began blending together. Kesha. Flo Rida. Pitbull. Spice Girls. Spice Girls" Yep. She watched the back corner's aura, imagining it was some type of light display. She sang in her head, humming along softly, "Now we go until they kick us out, or the po po shut us down, cuz this club can't even handle me right now..."
'What"' This single word, single thought echoes in his head, spurs his toes like electric shock. Val lifts his hand to pad his brow like a brim, like leering through light, but instead darkness. Black, so very black. Voices join the space in the calamity of thrumming energies that swell his temples like static. The feeling thins his eyes. "Hello?"
With a thought, her glasses illuminated the room for her. They highlighted two other people in the room, identifying Yasmin easily but the other was simply listed as 'not on file.' She heard him say hello but was not sure how to reply, since she was not even sure where she was. She looked around the room, scanning for a door or some such.
Unable to fathom where she was, or why, Martyr looked around through the dimly lit room. Val's single-worded-call was addressed and responded to with a timid, "Y-yeah?" Then she was moving for the source of whatever might have been making this noise. A squinting, violet gaze graced the room as timid tip-toes crossed the floor. Martyr hid behind her hair, "I d-don't think w-we should b-be here?" Martyr had heard the rumors of the crazy old janitor" Granted, they were made up by bored little kids, but for the immortal, gullible was written in the sky.
Yas turned around at the sound of the male voice. She saw a random guy, a girl with glasses, and just assumed they were some of her adoring fans from her radio station 101.1 WHAM! And OMG! Roger was here! Yas bounced over to Roger happily. "Hey Roger!"
Her display picked up and identified Martyr suddenly. Had it been someone taller or larger, she may have been startled. Fortunately, Martyr was far from either and Juliet easily kept her composure. She didn't personally know the school nurse but at least it was someone associated with the school. "Martyr" What are you doing here?" She paused. "What am I doing here?"
The rangy immortal nearly jumped from her pale skin when the shape shifter addressed her. "O-oh!" A soft yelp passing over copious lips. "M-my n-name's n-not.......n-never mind..." There was no reason to argue about it. Then another woman was speaking her name. She hadn't recognized her, but with the newspaper article out, perhaps it was -she- who now acquired adoring fans. "I am n-not sure....It's alm-most as if s-someone shoved us all into this r-room t-together..."
"Martyr." Val addresses the stuttering hero's skittish words with her name and a step forward. Hesitation is presented, because who knows what could lay in the pitch-black nothing that occupies this space. His steps are drawn and long, making sure to always keep his heel on the floor while they drag onward; this is to test his footing, and make himself present to whoever else may be enrolled within. He lifts both his hands and turns the palms up properly examine the vibrations bumping between his hands. He approaches the supposed source of power. "Hm," pensively, "What are all doing here, indeed."
After shuffling around, you move closer to the source of the noise, you notice that there is a platform sitting in the middle of the floor. It's inscribed with glowing runes that almost seem alive, the way the light dims and brightens in a rhythm almost give it the illusion that it's breathing" It's inviting really.
What brought you all to this hidden room in the crazy old janitor's office on the Bristle Crios campus is lost to you. What purpose you serve is both irrelevant and unknown. Still, the feeling that something might be off in this room becomes very apparent as the back corner of the offices presents a heavy aura of magic and a hum of energy.
Yas heard the hum and thought it was a song. She was trying to identify it and soon a couple dance mix songs in her head all began blending together. Kesha. Flo Rida. Pitbull. Spice Girls. Spice Girls" Yep. She watched the back corner's aura, imagining it was some type of light display. She sang in her head, humming along softly, "Now we go until they kick us out, or the po po shut us down, cuz this club can't even handle me right now..."
'What"' This single word, single thought echoes in his head, spurs his toes like electric shock. Val lifts his hand to pad his brow like a brim, like leering through light, but instead darkness. Black, so very black. Voices join the space in the calamity of thrumming energies that swell his temples like static. The feeling thins his eyes. "Hello?"
With a thought, her glasses illuminated the room for her. They highlighted two other people in the room, identifying Yasmin easily but the other was simply listed as 'not on file.' She heard him say hello but was not sure how to reply, since she was not even sure where she was. She looked around the room, scanning for a door or some such.
Unable to fathom where she was, or why, Martyr looked around through the dimly lit room. Val's single-worded-call was addressed and responded to with a timid, "Y-yeah?" Then she was moving for the source of whatever might have been making this noise. A squinting, violet gaze graced the room as timid tip-toes crossed the floor. Martyr hid behind her hair, "I d-don't think w-we should b-be here?" Martyr had heard the rumors of the crazy old janitor" Granted, they were made up by bored little kids, but for the immortal, gullible was written in the sky.
Yas turned around at the sound of the male voice. She saw a random guy, a girl with glasses, and just assumed they were some of her adoring fans from her radio station 101.1 WHAM! And OMG! Roger was here! Yas bounced over to Roger happily. "Hey Roger!"
Her display picked up and identified Martyr suddenly. Had it been someone taller or larger, she may have been startled. Fortunately, Martyr was far from either and Juliet easily kept her composure. She didn't personally know the school nurse but at least it was someone associated with the school. "Martyr" What are you doing here?" She paused. "What am I doing here?"
The rangy immortal nearly jumped from her pale skin when the shape shifter addressed her. "O-oh!" A soft yelp passing over copious lips. "M-my n-name's n-not.......n-never mind..." There was no reason to argue about it. Then another woman was speaking her name. She hadn't recognized her, but with the newspaper article out, perhaps it was -she- who now acquired adoring fans. "I am n-not sure....It's alm-most as if s-someone shoved us all into this r-room t-together..."
"Martyr." Val addresses the stuttering hero's skittish words with her name and a step forward. Hesitation is presented, because who knows what could lay in the pitch-black nothing that occupies this space. His steps are drawn and long, making sure to always keep his heel on the floor while they drag onward; this is to test his footing, and make himself present to whoever else may be enrolled within. He lifts both his hands and turns the palms up properly examine the vibrations bumping between his hands. He approaches the supposed source of power. "Hm," pensively, "What are all doing here, indeed."
After shuffling around, you move closer to the source of the noise, you notice that there is a platform sitting in the middle of the floor. It's inscribed with glowing runes that almost seem alive, the way the light dims and brightens in a rhythm almost give it the illusion that it's breathing" It's inviting really.