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Water... again.
It was still cool, but she didn't feel thirsty. or hungry for that matter.
How odd.

She wanted to stop stumbling into it. She really did.

The stairs again.
The thought of the hunger and thirst- or lack thereof- kept her out of her memory.
Also nearly stumbling on the two lovebirds.

She knew there was nothing there now, and she didn't want to relive any more memories of stairs... just as much as she wanted to not remember any more mudfights.

She kept going

Mjoll was struggling her way out of the fountain, good thing it wasn't that deep. She looked around but then realized, oh wait she couldn't see!!

She finally managed to get out of the fountain with her hair dripping she wondered around before bumping into a table. Feeling around she finally found a book on the table. Placing a wet hand she tried to turn the page and see if there was anything to feel on the page.



[ENTER]

Finally, the final door. It had a sign too, but yet again, he didn't read. Shun took a moment to catch his breath, then pushed on through into the final room. There, his vision went out. He twitched with irritation as this happened, though he felt like he was being guided somehow. The Reaper had done some training before to fight and move around without sight, but that was with his hearing still in tact. Right now, he felt more lost than he should have. He didn't like the feeling.

The voice was speaking agan now too. More about the Great king. More about the trials it had set up just now.

He could feel the floor sink below, and it seemed like there were several pillars around. There was no telling how many others were in this room. He was certain his allies and Xiu were up here. After all they had moved in before he did. But, that wasn't to say the magnitude exactly.

In any case, he heard the Voice speaking as though it were giving up. They needed to find it first. Well that may... be a bit of an issue while blind and deaf.

After some moving around, he came upon something in the room. It wasn't a pillar. It felt like it was made of metal. Furthermore... it seemed to hum. To have a life of its own somehow. As he continued to feel the item, it seemed like it might be some sort of chair. It was also then that he felt some words engraved in its based. He furrowed his brow and slowly traced over the letters. At first he thought he may struggle reading as he normally did, but he did find that it was easier to decipher the text when he was feeling it rather than seeing.

Something about a name.

Name? He frowned while thinking. What names have they come across on this mad journey? There were the kings. The true king. The great king. All of the various figments and awakened.

No. That didn't seem right. The chair wouldn't have these as its name. It was then that a thought occurred to him. The chair felt alive. It may have its own spirit. He realized he was missing one thing while thinking of those involved with this whole mess.

After some thought, he decided to give it a go. It wasn't like he had any other leads for this right about now. The reaper took in a deep breath, then began to trace his fingers onto the chair to spell out two words,

'Jne Vaice'

Unfortunately, leaving a written answer to someone extremely dyslexic was not going to work out. He frowned, then decided to try something else. The Real Mitsu had taught him sign language. Hopefully... whatever was in the room could also able to read it.

And so he used sign language to say "The Voice"

It was very dark in there. VERY, VERY dark. And it was unlike any darkness that he had experienced before; it was like a stygian void, where the existence of light itself strongly denied. The existence of time is starting to became irrelevant, and fear of death is hanging like decorations on a chandelier.

Yet Rei somehow dozed off.

-zzzzz...

He had come across a certain object before entered his deep sleep. Yes, it is the very chair he's sitting on right now.

Zzzzz....huh? Crap, I must've been dozing off while thinking... grumbled him, stretching his stiff body-the chair-or maybe it's a Throne? was made from unfamiliar material that's highly likely metal that vibrates lightly-or was it humming? Also, he can feel something...someone presence near him. Who is it? He isn't sure.

But there's one thing that remain to be solved.

"Call My True Name"

That challenge, is etched deeply to the base of the chair he was sitting right now. Finding out what the words read is easy even only with touching randomly because the letter is plain and undecorated. Whose name? The True King's? The Voice's?

Either way, he hasn't collected enough information to solve the riddle. Better walk around to see if he can get something else in this room.

But whose name? That question filled the entire span of his attention.

*Grumble*

I can use a little food here. Maybe baked potatoes?

[ Entering ]

They can't see, hear, nor speak. It was a terrifying experience...
Keel blindly felt around, and tripped into the grasp of cool metal. Ow, that hurts. Whatever they landed in, it hummed and felt almost like it lived. What is this thing? Trying to feel what they had landed on, Keel could only make out that it was some sort of chair. Was this were the Voice came from?

Subconsciously, they pouted. Ugh, if the chair was made of metal, they can just smash it into the ground (not to mention lift it).

Putting their feelings aside, Keel felt around the throne, hoping that they might find a clue as to what is happening. However, all they found was the command: "Call my true name"

Without the ability to talk, nor the ability to see. Keel could only mentally sigh, and tapped on the chair in Morse code.

-.- .. -. --. .----. ... .--. .-. .. -.. .
King's Pride

He stumbled in a blind panic. His hands reached out touching guiding him. He came along a ridge, and found nothing at the end. But he felt something pulling him. He tried to speak but once again nothing came out. somehow he bumped against someone as he made his way very slowly across the room and he pulled away, not wanting any contact. He didnt know who it was. Disappointing was right. he hated this almost more then dying. His breath came in short gasps until he finally calmed wings and tail out to maximize his potential touch surface area. He didn't want to get bumped but it happened again anyway. This time he had a little more warning though.

Andrew's hands touched something near the center.

Was this, the throne?

Excitement swept up through him. The throne! he had found it! the end. His end. he had a piece of his own destiny in his hands. He didn't know what would happen next. Would this be like when he etched the numbers in the mirror, and everything fell?

His hands raced over the throne, finding the metal carving. "Call my true name"

He didn't know.

But he had a guess. One pieced together from clues, now all he had to do was, he couldn't speak! His hand went to his throat and he frowned. No, that would not do. He had to say it. He didn't have his brother''s knife anymore he had nothing to... no he had something. ugh.

He put his hand to his mouth and bit, letting the blood flow freely. Using one hand he found a decent place near the plate on the floor and started to scrawl on the floor in messy blind writing:

Pride

Now he could only wait.