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Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz and H20)</b></center> Gamma eyes you and your partner before sitting back on one of the chairs with both hands anxiously folded in front. He nods at the other chair to indicate for you or your partner to take the other seat. <i>Byakuran, strange secret admirers, and clueless guests in a trap. Well this is turning out to be a lovely night. Wouldn't you fellas agree?</i> He tosses the question out there, but rambles on without the expectation of a real answer. <i>Unless you two can fight like your life depends on it, then you won't be of much use to me.</i> Gamma glances at the hall behind. <i>I will tell you one thing of importance though. Just so you fellas don't step into the dragon's den unprepared ...</i> <i>Whatever you think you have planned don't follow through on it. Byakuran has a gift for sniffing out plans and proceedings to torment you with his knowledge on it. In fact, if you are coming to me for help then it may already be too late for you two.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> Gamma eyes you with suspicion. <i>Tell me how the two of you could attend a gala and not know who the host is? Shouldn't you have done your research beforehand instead of thinking to ask around during the event?</i> Suddenly he remembers the card he was handed and presents it to you and your partner. <i>Oh by the way a young lady just handed me this letter and I don't believe you crossed paths with her. Are either of you gentleman expecting a gift from a young lady tonight?</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> You and your companion await in the shadows of the hallway as the girl continues to beg with letter in hand. The girl repeats the same pleas over and over even in the face of Gamma's disinterest. Until the man finally relents to shut the girl up. With no delicacy at all he rips the letter from the girl's hands and roughly catches her when the action causes her to loose balance. Despite Gamma's lack of finesse and general stubbornness, the girl appears absolutely grateful as she hangs over Gamma's outstretched arm. <i>Thank you so much mister! You will never know how much this means to me!!!</i> Gamma flinches at the girl's voice and after pinches the bridge of his nose with his unoccupied hand. <i>Yeah Yeah all the little ladies like you say that. True love this love letter that until some no good mafioso comes and splits your heart in two.</i> The girl rapidly shakes her head. <i>Nope I swear that the lucky person i'm in love with tonight will not fail me now~</i> Gamma frowns and unceremoniously shrugs the girl off. The girl almost falls backwards but recovers in the nick of time and simply stands there looking at Gamma with a wide smile. Gamma relents and states. <i>If you say so. You are better off getting back to work then trying to find a date tonight, but who am I to tell you that.</i> The girl realizes the position she is in and suddenly approaches the hallway where you and your companion are waiting in a noticeable location. Luckily, the girl stops before entering and turn around once more to bow in a show of gratitude. <i>Thank you Gamma~</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> You take a detour down the side hallway and follow behind the brown haired girl. Despite not taking any measures to conceal yourself or your partner the girl does not seem to take note of your pretense. Instead she continues on her intended path until she arrives at a fancy table that already has one seat occupied by a slightly older man. Either you or your partner would be easily able to recognize the man as Gamma. Gamma peers at the girl with some scrutiny, but the girl doesn't seem phased. She simply presents him a letter with a pocket watch and nervously blurts out. <i>Hey ... I mean hello mister!</i> The girl begins to tremble and the letter in her hand almost drops. <i>Ah!</i> Luckily, she catches the letter in time before it can hit the ground. <i>Whew gotcha. I'm sorry you had to see that .... I wanted to ask if you could hold onto this letter for me and give it to the first person that comes here. I am really like them but im too shy to say directly ...</i> The girl trails off as Gamma sighs in annoyance. His response is nothing short of direct and blunt. <i>Listen I don't have time to be playing cupid for the help. Give the letter to the guy yourself.</i> Not giving an inch the girl proceeds to bow and beg. <i>Pleeeasseee just this one little favor and I won't bother you ever again.</i> Gamma awkwardly looks away as the girl pleads on.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Everyone)</b></center> You descend a flight of stairs to the right of the balcony and enter a thin hallway packed with intoxicated revelers. Almost immediately you find yourself being pushed and shoved between people sloppily dancing to the piano's melody. A few even spill their drinks as they move about staining the pure white hallway with red as the air is saturated with the scent of wine. At some points your companions are right beside you while at others they are a few paces forward or a few paces back. Resulting in a hastily made conga line moving against the natural current of the party. Along the way you pass an arched ceiling opening to a hallway with a garden at the end. If you stop for a moment you would lose sight of your companions, but you would see a brown haired girl in uniform approaching Gamma at the end of the hallway. Yet, if you continue you would not notice this sight and would eventually reach the far side balcony. You and any other companion still around would then find yourselves waiting on the steps leading up to the actual balcony where Byakuran rests. From that location you would pick up snippets of conversation without being in direct view just yet. <i>Byaku when are we actually gonna get to play something tonight. This stuffy party is soo boring and all the adults are drunk already. This sucks humph!</i> The young girl next to Byakuran states before puffing out her cheeks in frustration. Byakuran merely smiles at her antics before looking toward the crowd. With a playful tone he readily quips. <i>Patience Bell i'm sure something will happen soon enough to entertain you. The night is young and I heard that so many people are rearing to mess things up~ It'll be fun you'll see~</i> The young girl called Bell continues to huff about not really taking into account Byakuran's reassurances. She starts to blow on her bangs to amuse herself as her feet kick out at an increasingly frantic pace.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Everyone)</b></center> The disappointment among the masked crowd is palpable as you and the rest ignore them in your hasty exit. Once you cross the door to leave, you are met with the same exact ballroom that you encountered before. Masked ladies and gentleman dance around as if it were the first time they had done so as onlookers imbibe themselves on the finest wines. Yet, instead of a live band the music is now offered by a wizened old man on a grand piano. There are also more people occupying the center floor for dancing rather than entertaining themselves with the banquet. Two stairways connect the balcony you are on to either elevated side of the room. As masked guests nearby make their way down additional stairways connected to these sides to reach the dance floor which is the lowest tier of the room. The elevated sides also reach across the room to another white marble balcony with an open air veranda behind it. This balcony is right across from the one you are currently on and on it are plenty of people that appear to be a little more focused than the rest. A striking young man with pure white hair languidly hangs over the partition of this balcony. However, sitting right beside this young man is a waif-like, blunette that is actively engaging the man in conversation. The two loudly laugh after a humorous joke and this scares the guests around them to laugh as well. While along the side hallways are the entrances to paths that were once taken before. The tiny door where servants bustle in and out is also present at the right hand corner of the room. <div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(All)</b></center> The hands of the open pocket watch reveal that it is a little before nine. Extravagantly dressed people sway with the German ballad hanging in the air, but some pick up on your group's curious murmurings as they pass by. In a matter of minutes your group is encircled by a swath of masked faces as more and more party goers are lured in by your clandestine chatting. Some particularly brave souls even position themselves within arm distance to watch the mannerisms displayed by either you or the others. They seem to think that you and your group are conducting some kind of show. If the low whispers passed between the masked are any indication.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Everyone)</b></center> The room lights up and a Germanic ballad hangs in the air. When you come to you find that you are in the antechamber you originally started in and a large gathering of people are around you once again. The masks and fancy clothes are the same. The same statues stare at you with frozen gazes. The banners of various mafia families gently sway from the walls. and the light peals of the fountain are once again consumed by the chattering of jubilant people. It is as if nothing you did before ever happened. Around you are the companions you first entered this life with.<div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> The maid lets out a low hissing noise as you apply antiseptic on her wounds, but other then that she remains docile against the bed. Your careful application of the bandages stem the flow of blood and the maid recovers enough to gaze at you with fevered eyes. <i>I-I think you do know me though or at least I know you. At least I know enough to associate you with Narukami ...</i> Another light hiss is given as the maid tries to shift herself up again in the bed. She barely succeeds and is now angled oddly against the pillow. A weak smile appears with this new predicament. <i>Damn I really am useless now. I barely know you and myself, but I still remember the other two suited guys that had all the power. It's a shame they left before you guys arrived. I'm sure Byakuran would be quaking in his boots then.</i> <center><b>(Toki and Bartz)</b></center> <i>I just want the two of you to give me a humorous act before the world ends for like the twelfth time. Is that too much to ask?</i> The newcomer innocently inquires. With her arms folded across her chest, she picks you and your companion apart with a haughty gaze. Her eyes especially linger on your clothing before she leans against the door leading out. <i>I don't really want to create another distraction for you two since I already have my hands full with another. Also Byakuran is taking way too long with his fun and games .... so how about this. If you two can somehow make me laugh right now then i'll let you roam about free in the manor. I'll basically leave you alone for the remainder of time this place has left. Which should beeeeeee ...</i> She momentarily closes her eyes and then reopens them with certainty. <i>About thirty minutes. Wow your friends really have no idea about the time limit do they. Pretty naughty that you never shared that with them~</i> The newcomer lightly laughs. <i>Guess they may have to find out the hard way if you fail to amuse me right here right now.</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> The knife noisily clatters to the linoleum floor as you spot a tiny table right next to the huge bed. It didn't exist before, but now it does at your frantic behest. On the top of the tiny table are already prepared strips of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic. Yet, on the side closest to the maid is a half cocked gun with six chambers full of ammo. As the maid's eyes slowly open and close in rhythm with her shallow breaths. You can see her pale hand struggling to reach the gun with no success. In light of her failing attempts she rasps out. <i>Narukami please end it ...</i> The maid slinks lower into the reddened sweets. <i>I've suffered too much in this place and I want to g-go.</i> <center><b>(Bartz and Toki)</b></center> Your inaction in the face of such an enticing scenario doesn't bother the anxious man that ceases to exist due to your indecision. It also fails to change anything of value in the room which remains present, but deteriorates until it reveals its true nature. You now stand in a tiny library that is filled with the finest books and closed off with disgusting cinder block walls. A far cry from the luxurious white room you originally entered. However, it does grate on the nerves of an annoyed maid standing right behind you. No sound signaled her entry into the space, but there she is dressed in full maid regalia and sporting a pensive stare. The only things out of place in her outfit is a swath of messy, brown hair and eyes that glow a bright red. <i>You two have become so boring to watch.</i> The maid tersely states as she snatches the red scarf that was found on the floor. With no particular rush she wraps the red scarf around her neck before continuing with her condemnation. <i>At least Narukami is fun to mess with cuz if it were up to you two I would be bored for the remainder of the night. It's like nothing pushes the two of you to do anything extreme. I even blatantly left a few spectacles about to attract attention, but its all gone to the shitter.</i> The maid suddenly shouts. <i>You two better put on a better show the next time or I might be forced to turn this story into a tragedy~</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>

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Chapter Two: A White Century
You are abruptly dropped with your companions at the center of a large gathering of people. Gone is the pretty spacious elevator from which you entered, now replaced with a high profile antechamber decorated in the finest of luxuries. From where you have fallen you can see ostentatious couches, marble animal statues, and paintings dating back to a classical era. The calm melody of a fine German piece of music waft in accompanied with a wiff of orchid and rose. The soft peals of water from a fountain within the room sometimes overpowers the music, but both sounds never become too overpowering. Laughter and light bits of conversation are also sprinkled about from the mouths of people wearing vibrant, decorative masks. Upon your arrival some of the people had filtered around you and your companions in a circle and are now discussing this random occurrence in harsh whispers. Their masks occasionally leaping up with their facial movements and their fancy, frivolous style of dress putting what you are wearing to shame. These people don't even bother to help you get up as they chat on and on around you. At the furthest end of the antechamber is a regular sized door decorated with perfect white orchids. It would have been easy to reach on a different day, but the circle of people and the rest walking about could easily slow you down.
Intermission One
<center><b>(Toki, Alphinaud, Cait, Pancake Knight, Niko)</b></center> You fall out of the elevator you originally entered and land on a heap of your own comrades. A pomegranate rolls away from the pile and lies within arms reach. If you were to look around you would see the faces of the people you previously left behind. In front of you stands Walton with an unreadable expression on his face. Around you is the lobby from which you started your journey. The only object left from the trip is the lone pomegranate on the floor. <center><b>(Everyone Else)</b></center> You are able to see your formerly gone companions drop out from the elevator. They seem intact and what they started with is there, but one companion is missing. The screens that let you observe the journey shut off for now.
Chapter One: The Philosopher King
<b>(Pancake Knight, Cait, Sam, and Toki have arrived)</b> You materialize along with three others in the middle of a crowded marketplace. There are no traces of the elevator left and the surrounding mobs remain blissfully unaware of your sudden appearance. The general pushing of the crowd indicates that you are tangible, but no one raises a fuss. If you were to look around you would see plenty of happy people with impossible shades of hair going about their day. Each person strolling from one wooden stall to the next and checking out the available wares. There is also an apparent trend among the people of wearing simple or elaborate robes paired with sandals. Some of the robes are equipped with various symbols or items of jewelry making you and the others stand out like sore thumbs. Overhead the sun casts an oppressive heat on the place making the sea of white tarps above the stalls almost glow. While the brown adobe buildings behind the stalls look paled in the morning light. The sun has the most effect on a tall, glass tower in the distance which is almost painful to gaze directly at. Not that anyone does so already preoccupied in the mundane rituals of the day. At the end of the marketplace are a flight of stairs heading up from between the buildings. However, the stairs are occupied by a swath of men decorated in scaled armor with rapiers at their sides and a tall humanoid dragon-like man.
Restoration
You are stumbling ... Dropping ... Falling from high above. With no clear recollection of where you had been or where you will be going. You feel lightheaded as if freed from all restraint. Though what feelings this sensation could cause is best left up to the one experiencing it. Meanwhile, around you are cascades of words, letters, and random phrases tumbling to the unknown. You follow the same path but at a slower less rushed pace. Plummeting calmly enough to make out meaningful words or details that should jog your mind a little. Pray tell what could you be seeing in the maelstrom of words? <b>(All your actions and choices will be etched in stone)</b>
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