forum “What’s your greatest fear?” // 5/5, closed // Stalkers welcome!

Started June 19, 2023 by @the-void-phantasmic language

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As Tseth bangs on the door, a boy that looks to be in his teen years opens it. He looks slightly startled, but quickly regains his composure. “Uh-“ The boy clears his throat. “Kody Tsethlekai Stryker-? It’s time to meet the others.” He steps to the side, beckoning to Tseth. “_{Follow me-}”

Salmook sways a little as he stands. Oof… maybe he wasn't supposed to eat those mushrooms… or at least not so many… It's like he drank a bowl of pond-water - his stomach ties itself into knots.
He stumbles, narrowly catching himself on a table. Heaving, Salmook picks himself up. Where… is he?
Where's the forest? Where's the cold? Where's his home-nest?
Salmook sniffs at the room around him. He's no stranger to seeing mirages, but they've never been so… vivid. There's not much to look at, really: the table he's leaning on, a blanket-den (a bed?) in a corner, and a door. The room smells real- Salmook thinks so, at least.
A small sheet of parchment on the table catches Salmook's attention. Is it real? He pokes at it, he grabs it, he holds it. The sheet is real, and there's real writing on it. Only… that's not Runic, is it?
Salmook tips his head. Definitely not Runic. He whines, turning the sheet over in his hands.
Come to think of it, he's still hungry… Salmook bites at the sheet without a second thought, ripping and tearing it to wet shreds.

A woman, who looks to be in her 20s, walks into Salmook’s room, staring at him. She clears her throat to get his attention, then speaks in a monotonous voice. “Salmook Greyforge… it’s time to meet the others.” She looks slightly disgusted at Salmook. Great. A feral little child. Probably raised by wolves…

Blaze blinks.

She strains her ears.

She reaches around her warily.

She could tell immediately that this wasn't the base. Not anywhere even close to it.

She could tell by the sound of the water in the pipes - much different from what she was used to hearing in the war ravaged Revlon Sector, where she was stationed.

Despite her inherent lack of vision, she starts to slowly navigate her room, searching for a table, or a chair.

She'd gotten her letter a few weeks ago. Back then, she scoffed it off. After all, that stuff wasn't real. Her world was based around science, fact and logic.

And yet, it had been written in braille, the only way she could read.

There had been that nagging feeling that maybe, maybe, it was true. Turns out, it was.

She pats herself down, but finds what she feared to be true: none of her knives, or her guns, had come with her. All she was in was her military uniform. She sighs and calls out in a strong, but light, voice.

"Captain Blaze Arkini demands that whoever is outside that door, come in. I wish to have a couple words with you." she says authoritatively.

A girl walks into the room right as Blaze speaks. She sounds about 18 or 19. “Blaze Arkini..? It’s time to meet the others. Perhaps we’ll have time to speak later.” She keeps a hand near her tranquilizer pen, just in case.

Francis didn't know what was going on. One second, he was trying to clear his mind in the forest and the next, He was in a room that he had never seen or been in before. He tried to keep calm, realizing he had petal of a Lily he had gotten from the forest. He used that to calm himself down. When he was calm he had started to look around but he couldn't find anything useful.

What the hell… Francis thought, feeling his heart beating quickly in his chest. He went over to the bed and sat down. I don't know where I am, I have no idea how I got here, and I don't know why- His thoughts were cut off from the dripping of the pipes. He shook it off and laid on the bed. He was fidgeting with the Lily petal but carefully, so he wouldn't rip it.

(After the second round of responses I’ll just kill the turn system for a little since all the characters will probably be in the main room)

A man, about in his mid-20s, walks into Francis’s room. “Francis Clover?” He holds his tranquilizer pen in his hand casually. “It’s time to meet the others. Follow me.” He immediately walks out of the room, expecting Francis to follow.

The girl, who had introduced herself as Sylvia, leads Daphne into a relatively large room, with a few tables and chairs. It seems like she was the first one there, although Sylvia said that the others would be there soon. Daphne looks around restlessly, tapping her foot, but she doesn’t move from her spot.

Tseth looks at the boy when he opens the door. He looks a mix of about a million different emotions, but after the boy speaks it’s mostly anger and confusion. ”Who in Eden are you, and how did you know my name?” Those were just a couple of the questions he had. He didn’t like it here, and he didn’t like the fact that this person somehow knew his full name. What else did he know? Tseth needed to find a way out of this place immediately.

The boy flinches and looks down. “Sorry, sorry- I, uh, we all know your names- don’t ask how, I’m not supposed to tell you…” He looks back up at Tseth. “My name- uh- my name’s Lucas. Yeah… uh, can you follow me, please? They’re gonna get really mad if I don’t bring you down soon…”

Salmook's head perks at the strange woman's voice, his eyes wide. Did she just call him… "Greyforge..?" What else does she know?
He hisses at her, climbing onto the table proper. Sitting on hands and haunches, he bares snaggled teeth. His bear-cloak's fur puffs, making him look larger. Maybe it's another delusion, maybe it's real. Salmook isn't taking any chances. He spits a glob of chewed parchment at the woman. The glob splatters against her pants and shoes, dripping wet.
Salmook leaps from the table to the blanket-den, the force of the jump sending the table crashing to the floor. He snatches a pillow and flings it at the woman's head. He screams, making as much noise as he can.

(Oh salmonella’s definitely getting knocked out sorry bud)

The woman yelps in surprise, then glares at Salmook. “Idiot child…” She immediately pulls out her tranquilizer pen, and grabs the pillow when he throws it at her. She drops the pillow on the ground, then lunges at Salmook and stabs him in the neck with the tranquilizer pen, knocking him out quickly.

Blaze glares at the woman, somehow managing to locate her eyes and lock onto them with her own pale, blind ones.

"Answers. Now." she growls. She wasn't having any of it until she figured out where she was, exactly, and who the people were that sent the letter.

She notes the tense air about the woman and riddles out that she probably had a sedative to be used if the prisoners - because that's what Blaze was going to assume everyone was - caused trouble.

"And don't even think about taking a step towards me, woman. If your people could figure out my name and where I was, you're clearly enemies." she adds with a snarl.

The girl narrows her eyes. “I assume you read the letter, Blaze? If so, you know all you need to. No questions.” She’s clearly nervous by her tone of voice. “…Please. I’m just trying to do my job.”