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Started October 05, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Name: Ariel Waters
Age: 27
Gender: Trans woman, she/her
Sexuality: lesbian
Shipping?: sure why not
Basic Appearance: Short, muscular, with short cloudlike hair and kind brown eyes. She has black hair and russet brown skin, with a flat nose and palms like weathered clay.
Basic Personality: Very kind and compassionate, always open to helping those in need. A bit too trusting, but can be absolutely terrifying if you break that trust.
Greatest Desire: To find herself.
Other: She can shapeshift as long as she has a clear picture in her mind of what to turn into, otherwise she runs the risk of turning into something completely random. People can’t touch her, or she’ll transform them into whatever she is thinking of at the moment.

Screams echoed through the forest, along with the sound of snarling. There was the sound of pleading, and then a whimper and a shout, and then suddenly, all was silent.
A low chuckle rang out through the now silent forest. "It seems that the last person is dead. How… unfortunate."
The voice seemed to be coming from a tall figure clad in dark gray, the color of ash, who stood atop a cliff, overlooking a vast expanse of dead trees. Beside them stood another, shorter figure, in black. "Indeed. Are we ready for the next batch of victims, then?" The shorter figure said.
The taller figure gave a brief movement of what seemed to be the head. It was probably a knock. "Yes. We are. Are they all prepared?"
"Yes, they are."
"Bring them here. Soon, we shall have a bit more entertainment. The last batch was too boring… I think there are a few things we need to change." The gray figure chuckled. "I expect them to be here as soon as possible."
The black figure bowed. "Of course. I shall bring them here immediately." With that, the two figures disappeared, as if they had never been there in the first place.

There was a flash, and six people would appear, asleep, in front of a gate.
The gate, tall and made of a black iron, had the words Ravenmire Gardens on the top. The gates opened up into a place that was walled in with gray stone. A sentence was written on the gate, as part of the iron: "Those who enter will find their greatest desire… or find their ruin."
When these six people would wake up in front of the gate, they would have two choices: they could enter the gate, and face certain doom, or they could go back to their safe homes.
The choice was up to them.

(I dunno why I'm self-conscious about this lol)
Mia was the first to wake up. She enjoyed napping, and spent much of her time sleeping the hours away to save energy. So she instantly knew when something about her nap wasn't quite right. Sitting up, she blinked groggily and took in her surroundings–not with fear, exactly, but definitely suspicion.
"Oh," she said when she saw the others lying around her. "What the heck? Hey–who are you guys? Wake up!" If they didn't stir soon, she planned to make her escape before anything bad happened. She'd noticed the ominous gate and the sign, but hadn't thought much about it yet. In her experience, it paid to know who you were working with first, and then assess the situation.

Arabelle slowly became aware of the light peeking through her eyelids. A muffled panic briefly seized her. Oh no… I can’t have slept through my alarm again, did I?
She had just noticed that beneath her wasn’t a soft mattress, but dry, hard dirt, when she heard a voice calling her to wake up.
Her eyes flicked open, her vision blurry from sleep. She grumbled internally. Why is this person telling me to wake up? Why can’t they have respect for the bodily functions of those who aren’t morning people?
But wait a moment. Even through her sleep-ridden vision, she could tell she was not where she was when she fell asleep. She reached a hand up to rub her eyes, small groans coming out of her as she rolled onto her side.
Her vision clearer, she could see a young woman to her right, along with several others. Weird. This isn’t a prank or something, is it?
Confusion and curiosity chased some of the sleepiness away, and she slowly sat up. Stretching her arms, she looked at the woman, who seemed to be the only one besides her who was awake. Stifling a yawn, she asked, “Why? Who are you? You wouldn’t happen to know anything about my apparent dislocation, would you? Cuz I’m extremely confused.”

Mia thought for a minute, then gave the stranger a shrug. "Unfortunately, I'm as confused as you right now, fam. I was kinda hoping you'd know what's going on." Giving up on that hope, she offered her hand. "Well….I'm Mia. You?" She felt like she should be freaking out a bit more, but in all honesty, she'd long ago trained herself not to waste calories on panic.

(Girl?)
Well, it’s not like she expected a more helpful answer. She took her hand. “Arabelle. Would be a pleasure to meet you under better circumstances, Mia.”
Her eyes drifted, and she noticed the gate. She raised an eyebrow. “Ravenmire, huh? Find your greatest desire or your ruin… Sounds cheesy.”
She should probably be freaking out more as well, but she was merely a grumpy human robot if she didn’t have her coffee in the morning. There was also a feeling of apathetic detachment from the situation as well, as if this wasn’t really happening.

(sorry, fixed)
"Cheesy, that's the word I was looking for," Mia agreed. Standing up and brushing herself off, she surveyed the area with a frown. It seemed gloomy and deserted, but so far she couldn't spot any immediate threats. "It's nice to meet you too, Arabelle. Any idea who these other folks are? I guess we should probably wake them up, huh."

(It’s cool dude I just don’t think you’d call a 29 year old a girl haha)
She stood as well, feeling slightly underdressed in her tank top and sweatpants. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Nope. I’m surprised…” a yawn caught her off guard. “I’m surprised they’re still asleep.”
She looked around, half hoping she would see her car somewhere between the trees. It didn’t turn up though, so she looked back at the others who were still slumbering. A little cautious about disturbing them, she lightly tapped one- another young woman with with blue hair- on the shoulder with her foot.
Come to think of it, most of them here were young women. She couldn’t decide if that was weird and creepy or simply amusing.

Mia followed suit, shuffling around and nudging the others, although she was slightly less gentle about it. "Wish I had a clearer memory of how this happened. All I can remember is dropping into a little town in Colorado somewhere for a post-all-nighter snooze, and next thing I know, I'm in front of the gate to a Halloween theme park. And somehow, I don't think I'm in Colorado anymore." She furrowed her brow, lazily trying to finger-comb her hair. "It's weird, because I don't feel like I was drugged or anything."
After a minute, she added, "Hey, want my flannel? You look a little chilly."

Azami woke up as somebody nudged her shoulder, rubbing her eyes. "Where-" The woman surveyed her surroundings, one eyebrow raised. Her eyes fell on the sentence written on the gate. "Greatest desire, huh?" She looked around at the five others around her, a confused expression on her face. "Where is this? I didn't fall asleep here."

Arabelle furrowed her brow. “Colorado, huh? I’m from Wyoming. And I know I wasn’t drugged either. Um-“ she rubbed her arms, a little surprised at her offer. “Sure, thanks.”
She silently wished for the thousandth time that she could warm her body up on her own. She could only do it to other things, however.
Then another brief panic seized her. What if that was why she was here? What if the witch hunters had found her? If so, she was surprised she wasn’t dead yet. Could all these other people be witches too? She suddenly felt colder.
She looked to the woman with blue hair. A slight hitch to her voice, she said, “Me neither, hon. Just woke up here. You alright?”

"I'm fine, just wanna figure out where this is. The gate does say we'll find our greatest desire." Azami stood up, stretching as she did. "Or our ruin, but, hey, look on the bright side!" The woman grinned as she looked up at the gate. "I'm gonna go inside. It looks cool."

Mia gave Azami a wry smile, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it to Arabelle. "I like that attitude. Even if it gets us all killed, I always prefer the optimist route. Maybe we should wake up these other fine people first, though, in case one of them is supposed to be our tour guide or something."

She put on the jacket. It was snug, but warm.
She raised an eyebrow at Azami. Yes, optimism was all well and good, but wasn’t she being a little reckless?
Not really in the mood to tap anyone else on the shoulder, she walked up to the gate, intent on seeing if she could detect any magic on it. There may be a chance that it was enchanted via blood magic. Then again, if it was witch hunters who somehow brought them here, that seemed pretty unlikely.

The gate would seem completely normal, just like some sort of weird human gate. Beyond the gate, though, magic could be felt, so thick in the air that it could almost be tasted. It wasn't bad magic, though; it was warm, friendly, and inviting.
If any of the people would choose to go in, right as they thought about going in, the gate would swing open, revealing a path lined with flowers.

"That gate's got some major vibes," Mia commented, crouching down next to the still-sleeping strangers. "Dunno if either of you can tell, but I'm starting to suspect that somebody with a lot of power and a twisted sense of humor has big plans for us. Again." She muttered the last bit under her breath, wondering if this mysterious person was somebody she knew. If so, she didn't want anything to do with the gate or what might lie beyond it. "Too bad these people never think to leave more informative messages for their victims."

“Yeah…” Arabelle stared at the gate in concentration. The gate itself wasn’t enchanted, but beyond, she could sense something pleasant in the air. Surprising, considering it wasn’t blood magic. Blood magic was the only kind that left any trace behind. Or it wasn’t, and here it was only strong enough that she could sense it.
However, it didn’t seem like a witch’s magic. This could be felt. A witch’s magic was usually seen.
She backed away from the gate, undecided. Was it good because it felt that way, or bad because of the unexplained methods and reasons by which they were brought here, and because it didn’t seem like another witch was on the other side?
She was tempted to go with the latter.

"Major vibes is right. This'll be fun!" Azami grinned as she walked up to the gate. "I'm going in," she decided. "This is super cool, there's no way I'm missing out! C'mon, you guys, let's go!" The gate swung open, and a flower-lined path came into view. "Look at that! That's amazing!" The woman ran down the path, looking around in awe as the gate shut behind her.

Mia blinked, a bit surprised at Azami's bravery. "Well…when I said we should be optimistic, I didn't think she'd take it quite so literally." Glancing at Arabelle, then at the people still unconscious, she sighed and got to her feet. "Maybe we should follow and make sure nobody gets in trouble, yeah? I'm sure these sleepyheads will wake up eventually. Besides, I admit, I'm a little curious what this is all about." She offered Arabelle a sideways smile. "What do you think?"