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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>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> You hone in on the original source of the screams and enter a plain door right next to the bathroom you previously used. The screams continue to lurk in your ears, but at the other side of the door is an empty room with only a massive bed to cover its vacancy. Your companions are nowhere to be found in this room and if you were to look behind you would notice that the door your just entered had just disappeared. <i>Narukami why did you hurt me?</i> A dainty voice asks this among the screams and shouts assaulting your hearing. Now on the giant bed there is the maid you saw before, but this time her eyes brim with tears as blood drips from a gouge in her collarbone. The maid's breaths come out in shudders as pain wracks her frame from the wound. Yet, her narrowed eyes focus on your hands as they begin to wane in intensity. If you were to look down at your hands you would see a knife in one of them covered in blood. <center><b>(Toki and Bartz)</b></center> The man has not noticed you yet and continues to have a rushed conversation with the other person on the phone. As you watch the man pace about you notice that the room flickers at odd moments. The white floors occasionally reveal wood every couple of seconds and the walls sometimes fade to an old shade of grey. The more time you spend in the room the more things blip and then come back.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz and Toki)</b></center> You and your companion ascend the narrow flight of stairs and arrive in a white pristine room styled in typical office format. In front of you is the standard table and fancy chairs, but done in a shade of white that is almost blinding under the fluorescent lights. While the walls of the room are fully closed in offering no peak of any secondary rooms or hallways. The only other item of interest is a desk to the far right of the room that holds a little device on off mode. However, the desk and device are behind an anxious man that seems to be pacing circles around the room. The man currently has one of his hands pulling at his red hair as his glaces frequently dip down the tip of his nose with every turn around movement he does. With an exasperated tone of voice the man avidly responds to someone through a phone pressed against one of his ears. You only catch snippets of the tail end of the chat. <i>Spanner we have less than an hour to get this right and at this point there is no one else that can do this. We are the only ones left that can stop his madness before its too late. I have a pretty bad stomach ache and i'm scared, but i'm even more scared of what Byakuran will do in the next world once this one is finished. So please just finish the trap before midnight. It might be the last hope we have to end these crazy plans.</i> After saying all this the man goes silent and his eyes close as he receives info from the other person on the line.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Toki and Bartz)</b></center> The door hesitantly opens with the creak of aged wood, but the sound is not loud enough to attract extra attention. It just bothers the ears. Once opened the door reveals a stone stairway leading upward to another section of the manor. The red scarf lies innocently on the floor as you are presented with the choice of heading in or sticking around. If you were to tardy some more then you would hear gentle footsteps closing in from the door connecting to the grand ballroom ... If you were to head up then the tight corridor would end at the foot of a completely white office space that is occupied by a single anxious man pacing about ... <center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> With your now heightened senses you easily pick up the tremor of voices from the grand ballroom you were previously in. The voices are a melody of groans and frightened sniffling coming from possible guests that were left behind in the frenzy. Yet, there is another sound that worms its way into your head. It is the shrill pitch of agonized screaming that seemingly comes from a room placed against the walls of the hallway you are currently in. The screams match those of one of your female companions and they only get worse and worse as more time elapses. Additional screams chime in the longer you take to act. Each scream with the same tone of voice that you can attribute to a current companion of yours. The frantic screams bleed from the walls of the hallway you are in and even emanate from the ceiling. Above a chandelier tilts precariously at each piercing sound, but the maid appears to have not noticed as she has already left. Amid the screams is an extra voice that is easily overshadowed by your companions' howls. It says. <i>A little test for your new abilities my dear~</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> You open the bottle and the lively substance immediately pulls itself out of its own glass prison. The substance shifts into a liquid form spilling across the skin of your hand as it hardens into an inky second skin over your fingers. The ink crawls from you fingers to your arms until it prods the base of your neck. Forming a light-weight covering of black over your body that easily shifts with every twitch of your arms or shake of your hands. Satisfied with the layer it has formed over your arms and upper chest the substance stops creeping across the rest of your available skin. It is at this point that every intense emotion you can naturally make focuses in on a specific object you already had in mind. The abilities inherent in your body sync with the inky coverings on your skin and you feel energized to do whatever it takes to complete your main objective. Whatever it takes and no matter who gets in the way is the message of the ink to your mind. Until death do you and the night flames part. Ayaka chimes in. <i>Congrats on being freed Narukami-chu~</i> Having watched your expected transformation the once stoic maid now seems pleased and almost exuberantly cheerful. She practically dances on the balls of her feet as she studies the effects of the night flames on you. Still possibly a little dazed from the event you see the maid's eyes take on a brilliant, red hue as she appraises. Yet, the hue vanishes once everything has been seen and the maid moves back to stoic as she gives you one final comforting pat on the future. <i>Best of luck in your heroic ventures.</i> The maid declares before she turns around and makes her way back to the grand ballroom from where you once came. Her pace is rather slow making it an easy task to follow her back or to investigate some more. With her back turned to you and receding with distance, Ayaka does say one last thing. <i>Can't wait to see what you do next in the final hour.</i> <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> You check the pocket watch that had been given to you and see that both hands indicate the current time of 11pm. Only an hour before the reset mentioned earlier. <center><b>(Toki and Bartz)</b></center> Should you approach the door you would hear the arguing voices once again, but upon taking a look at the elaborate keyhole you would not be able to spy anyone inside. A quick peek through the keyhole would simply reveal a rather plain study room with a desk laden with papers and a chair that seems to have been haphazardly tossed to the floor. Dark shadows hide the corners of the room as a single solitary candle flame weaves with the wind. Treacherously coming close to the papers on the desk below it. Voices argue along in the room, but no signs of a soul to be seen. Meanwhile, the scarf blows off the door right next to the portrait as the nightly breeze intensifies. It ends up resting at the foot of the dragon statue allowing you to make the loose tassels at its ends and sleek look.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Toki and Bartz)</b></center> The shadow fully bends over after it's arms are cut off in rapid succession. It's body audibly cracks as the spine is pushed to an unnatural angle and it's head lolls in the air. The chains that initially defended the shadow become pliant on the ground. The fighting will of the shadow is effectively sapped. Portions of stiff, grey skin appear from where the shadow's bandages were trussed about. Before the shadow is consumed by the pool of darkness from whence it came. It's cut off arms are all that is left. You are once again serenaded with the empty rancor of the manor hall after the fight is over. Everything remains as when you first entered save for a few claw marks on the walls caused by the flying chains. The staff door near the entrance to the grand ballroom has stopped stirring. The door behind the dragon statue is still noisy with the hints of an argument. The door beneath the portrait remains closed. And the door with a red scarf hanging from it continues to flap wildly on its hinges with every gust of nightly wind. <center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> It's a cure to calm the mind. <i>Ayaka repeats with an annoyed frown. It's the first reaction that the girl has given you since she has taken up the position of guide and its not really a promising one. Her hands twitch a bit in anticipation of having to take the jar back.</i> If it comforts you then I can freely admit to having offered this solution to a few of your companions that had arrived earlier. The headaches and aches they suffered were terrible so they really appreciated the solution recommended to them. <i>Before your very eyes the black substance reacts to what is said by pressing against the side of the jar closest to your skin. It tries to touch your flesh, but the layer of glass keeping it trapped continues to repel it away. Ayaka watches the substance with pity.</i> Night flames that can make you capable of any objective, now reduced to begging due to skepticism.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<b><center>(Quintus)</center></b> Ayaka blandly answers your question with another question. <i>Tell me Quintus. Do you often get headaches or has it just begun recently for you?</i> The girl deftly pulls the bottle off the tray with her empty hand and shakes it right in front of your eyes. You are able to watch as the black liquid inside the bottle slithers around like a jelly substance until it gathers some awareness of its enviroment. The black liquid then shifts into a gaseous form that takes up all the space within the tiny jar. The edges of the newly formed dark, gaseous substance flicker with the tiniest sparks as the miniature cloud hits the glass confines that keep it from spreading. <i>This isn't exactly a pill or a drink or any of the above. Pretty interesting don't you think.</i> After the little demonstration, Ayaka shifts the jar to the palm of her hand and presents it to you. <i>This is a medicine meant to bring peace of mind to those that need it most.</i> She nudges the jar toward you in a more forceful manner. <i>A little shot of tranquility to ease a mind that is about to be burdened with the anxiety of lost memories and internal strife. I only say this since I can tell you are similar to someone else I knew~</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Kazuya, Florina, H20)</b></center> Yuni's minor cuts and scraps mend themselves with the assistance of mediarama. As the healing is carried out the sequestered girl then answers a question presented to her. <i>I did not say anything but if you could please ...</i> Yuni thinks for a few seconds before saying the rest of her statement. <i> stop pointing your weapons on me. It would make Gamma and Byakuran-sama less likely to act against you all. </i> Meanwhile, Gamma's face turns stormy but he does not direct it at you of your allies. He instead turns his gaze to no particular direction and curses under his breath. You really only catch the tail end of his momentary bout of disdain. <i>I'll strangle Byakuran myself for going after her again. I swear it on your grave Aria.</i> When Gamma looks back at you and the rest his face is smoothed out, but anger tugs at his measured smile and his hands bend at the pool stick between them. He grinds out a barely measured response. <i>I hate you all for threatening Yuni like this and i've learned never to trust any of you freaks from a different world. A group of people like you came here before and hurt us worse than Byakuran ever could. But I absolutely despise Byakuran with all of my being for his destruction of our family.</i> Gamma's teeth clench and his body trembles as he stares at Yuni's distant gaze. <i>Yuni barely smiles or even talks anymore after he started giving her that filthy, black medicine of his. It's like she is barely alive at this point.</i> Before he can truly trail off the man gets back to the point he was making before. <i>How do I know Yuni will be safe if I were to give you everything on Byakuran? Hell even having this conversation is enough for Byakuran to torture her again just for the rest of us to obey.</i> <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> You search for the shadow's soul and find a mass of deteriorating black flames at the center of its murky interior. Honing in on that you are successfully able to stop the shadow for long enough to hit it directly with your spell. The shadow once again screeches when it is hit with direct light and thunder. The electricity does not travel far across it's actual gooey mass. Also the strike does not draw actual blood from the shadow. However, the shadow now has a clear, uneven hole in the middle of it's abdomen that slowly widens as light particles eat at its very substance. The shadow returns to an upright position to avoid the slow consummation, but has trouble standing as the top half of its body bends like a puppet. It is forced to press its long arms against the floor to keep its body up and its chains are pulled back into the dark pool from where it emerged. Unable to do anything else the shadow releases a guttural, animalistic screech that lashes out terror directly into your soul. If the shadow is unable to attack you physically it seems apt to hurt you mentally with its remaining tools. <center><b>(Bartz)</b></center> <b>Your sleep status has just worn off.</b>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Kazuya, H20, and Florina)</b></center> Gamma foresees the incoming strike and raises his pool stick producing an electromagnetic shield right in front of him. The green shield made of lightning stretches from the tip of the pool stick to its wider end. Successfully fending off Belial's strike with a see through wall that is difficult to pound apart. Not giving an inch to Belial's hard hitting strikes he shouts between blows. <i>The resolve I have for protecting Yuni is second to none! My shield won't break for anything in the world!</i> Securely nestled between Gamma's raised arms, Yuni does not respond , but her eyes soften at the shouts. Nevertheless, their brief moment of respite is cut short as aquatic tendrils yank Yuni from Gamma's protective arms. Gamma barely has anytime to react before Yuni is held at the throat with a loaded gun pointed at her head. Yuni's gaze once again hardens at this turn of events as Gamma remains in the air with an alarmed expression. His remaining fox which had refused to be quelled by Pixie's spell stops clawing at Pascal and returns to its master's side. The fox lowers its head and releases a low whine reflecting the mood of its master. A sudden message plays out inside your head. <i>Please stop these people are not your enemy.</i> Neither Yuni or Gamma have made a motion to speak nor do they show signs of having heard the new voice poking in your skull. <i>They are victims like the rest of us in this awful place.</i> Gamma almost speaks over the additional voice as he implores. <i>What do you people even want from Yuni?</i> <center><b>(Liam and Gamma)</b></center> The shadow screeches in agony as divine light rips its from inside out. Its bandages fly off with reckless abandon littering the now illuminated granite flooring of the area. While its hat falls off once it is forced to grasp its wrapped up head with its own terrible claws. The electricity which follows the divine light also courses through the shadow's body causing it to momentarily loose its material form. The shadows sinks back into the floor and is forced to retreat into the shade of the dragon statue since everything else has been brightened by a previous spell. However, the shadow's chains explode from it's new shady spot and the tips of the chains aim to pierce your abdomen and that of your companion. They quickly shoot out fully intending to pierce with deadly force. The illuminated area gives the shadow less space to navigate, but reveals an additional passageway extending from the left side of door beneath the painting to who knows where. The additional passageway has its own door flying off the hinges and a bright, red scarf hanging from its knob.

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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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