The madness. The madness. Milo practically spilled into the room, ducked and rolled and fell to the ground as he went from the corridor of pools into the next. He was clutching his head, caught in trying to make it stop and the temptation to give into what his mind was telling him - to attack, to bite, to let go.
But they were gone, the moment his back hit the ground. Relief, calm, the voices faded away except one.
< Jackdammit, not you hear me. Don't do that again, aho. >
"You sound like you were worried..." He laughed. Because it felt nice to. And not with some malice undertone to it.
< ........... shut up. Go do whatever this room tells you to do. And get out of here. >
Milo sat there for a moment, catching his breathe before he stood up to survey where he had ended up. It was a large room, lit better then the last yet sparse in the decor. What he found was a table with many glasses and many sweet smells.
Drink. It said.
And so he walked over towards the table, his green eyes looking at the contents upon it before he picked up one of the bottles by random. Bitter.. sour. Reminded him of a few choice Hawaiian dishes. Milo brought the glass up again to take another sip but already the power of the concoction took hold.
He cupped his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched from the railings of his observation deck, modeled slightly from a few choice command bases from various Super Sentai shows - his outfit as well, though he was honestly going to say that the jackets from Garo were more of the inspirations with how badass they looked. He needed to look the part after all, after he had been given this power. Had it handed to him with the simple exchange of his soul, perhaps even his own freedom as he took away the freedom of others.
Really, it probably was a surprise to anyone that he had taken this chance. For him to become so tainted, so corrupt and so evil. For himself to give himself so willingly to obtain such a power. But he had seen it as a good chance to do something different, to try to do something he thought was right. And really, it seemed like it was helping - and he was doing it all with a smile anyways. No one liked a frown.
So, he watched as a new selection of freedom fighters had been brought in from the last hunt. Those that still seemed to oddly try to fight him over his enslavement of the human race - and the horseman... and the halloween people. (Seriously, he was doing good here!). Those he had chosen as advisers always thought it was odd in itself that he liked to observe them as they were rounded up for questioning and reconditioning. But it was fun to see who came by, such a variety.
Supreme Overlord Milo's red eyes - yes, they were red now, his face now covered in a weird odd black vine substance as well - flicked from person to person, paying not mind to the disappointed faces. Until he noticed her. Clad in armor. Her red hair familiar. Her small stature familiar. Noemi?
"Noemi?" he called out. She looked up. Looked surprised, her eyes wide. She yelled something back but he couldn't make it out. She yelled again. She had stopped. The guards tried to urge her along, forcibly. But she didn't move.
"You were one of them?" How had he missed that? He stared down at her. She looked like she was pleading with him.
Supreme Overlord Milo blinked, unsure of what he was hearing from her. And for a brief moment he saw grass and a tower as something tried to bleed over. A happier scene maybe. But he closed his eyes again and it was gone, back to this reality. Back to where a few more guards had begun to circle around her and make the small girl move.
"No... no," he waved his hand, prompting them to stop. "Take her to my wing. Not with those others.. but with the other others..." No, she was going to be going somewhere special. She didn't deserve to go into the reconditioning. Noemi was Noemi... she deserved better.
EVENT 4: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
Noemi's eyes opened slowly. This time the memory of the dream was more prominent, more important. It had involved Milo, in which involving her friend had made her pay more attention. It was safe to assume she was blushing from the mere idea of even holding the taller sun hunter in any sort of way, including a way to save him.
But in the dream, she had saved him, because he had trusted her too and that made her happy. Even if it was a dream, it gave her a little boost of confidence. It was like having Milo here to cheer her on, even if in the room there was no one else but her and Mel.
"Another." She picked up another glass bottle, systematically moving down the circle of them and swinging it back. This time the flavor was sweet, almost heavy so. Like a mousse cake or home spun ice cream.
She closed her eyes and willed herself into the dream.
"So you just...rub it?" Noemi stated to herself as she stared at the power ranger morpher...toy, something she had bought on chance from a garage sale at one of her neighbors homes. He had said it had magic, and the irish in her wanted to believe so. The spanish scoffed but at the same time, her heritage led her to believe in all sorts of supernatural things. Chupacabra and fairies. Shadows and Light.
Why wouldn't there be something magical about a toy from her neighbors? She kind of laughed nervously at herself for thinking about it...Like she didn't have enough to do already without adding magic into the mix.
She set it down, berating herself for playing into the old mans hands.
And picked it up because what if? What if did? What if she wanted to believe?
"Well...Well I guess..." She examined the toy more carefully, pushing the spot where the morpher turned on to announce it was MORPHIN TIME. And true to it's word, the toy did morph.
"Freedommmmm." A male voice emitted from the toy, causing Noemi to drop it as a form started to float out of it. It formed slowly at first, into a lanky body...with brown hair and green eyes.
"M...Milo!?!?" She squeaked because even dream, she knew who the boy was. "you're...you're a-"
"I'm a genie wahine!" He said cheerfully looking around her room before wrapping his arms around her in a light hug, as if it was unusual to do so. Which it was and had her trying to escape...for good old times, "You get one wish but-" He started to break up in the dream as if static was involved and instead of words coming out, a image bled into the dream, interrupting it fully. Milo wasn't a genie in this version, but something darker, something eviler. He was still smiling but it made her shudder instead of comforting her. It made her worry as he gestured for everyone to be taken to somewhere...all but her. "Take to my Wing." was all she got from the dream before it returned to the normal genie er...Milo version.
She stared at him in horror for just a bit then down at the ground, but if she had one wish to use, she wouldn't use it selfishly on herself. There was nothing more she wanted then - "I wish that you never become an evil overlord Milo!! It doesn't suit you..You...You're meant to be a Green ranger, for the good side!" She would make herself into Magiblue and gather a team of his friends before she'd ever see Milo succumb to such wickedness.
"Please don't stop being the green ranger Milo..." She murmured. "No one else can be you."
The haze in his vision cleared and Milo shook his head momentarily to release the lingering effects while he made a face from the taste left on his tongue. It was more bitter in the end than he thought, especially with what he say that transpired.
While it seemed like a cool idea, he could really only imagine going to the side of darkness if it was a ply to defeat the real big bad - like what happened in Super Hero Taisen. Never could he give up his sense of justice!
(And Noemi was there, weird).
Milo reached out, not too far from where he was already standing, and took another bottle in hand and drank. Another sour drink. And then...
He hadn't realized how much he had missed being away for so long, the fall of their lands and the relocation. Away in the human world on missions of sorts for the clans - ones he was beginning to suspect as mute at this point given the current state of them. Still, it was pretty awesome to see that they were still able to flourish in their new home even with their fewer numbers.
They would bounce back, he was sure of it. Like in those cheesy shows the humans liked to watch.
"Anything fun to do in this place?" Milo asked his guide, a long time friend now reconnected. Noemi, a fellow horseman of Conquest. Short and sweet, he hoped she was still as ever from when he left. Seemed so with her cheery smile. Still timid as well. It was good to see somethings didn't change.
The small mare replied with a shy smile, her words oddly hard to make out as she pointed in a few directions. Locations of sorts within the Lairs. She blushed lightly and turned back from him.
There was suddenly an object in her hands, a toy. For half a second, it fritzed out like it hadn't been there before. Noemi looked down at the ground and the object was back in her hands. She looked up at him in horror. Pleading almost. Her outfit was not of Conquest anymore. She looked so much more human.
"Noemi....?" He stepped back. (His attire was also different, his feet changed into wisps).
"No one else can be you." She told him. The only words he was able to understand. The scenery flickered as they did. The garage sale and the Lairs. Overlapping, fading in and out. But he more of stared at the small clansmen, puzzled. He reached out and gripped her on the shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Course not, though can't say having more mes wouldn't be fun, ya?" He laughed and squeezed her shoulders a little tighter before pulling her into a hug. His face pressed against the top of her head and gave it a soft kiss, "But I'll always be me. Just promise me you'll always be you."
((OOC NOTE: This is a duplicate roll So I'm doing #11))
Waking was cruel, when a dream like that had rocked her to her core. She wanted to be sure Milo was safe, and these dreams seemed to be overlapping into each other, with each other. Imagining Milo as anything but the cheerful albeit touchy feely guy was wrong. She never...NEVER wanted to see her friends as anything but themselves.
She stared at the bottles on the table, wondering if she should drink again. But the only way to get away from the room was to drink. The next bottled tasted like grape medicine, making her cough a bit. The trip to dream land started with -
"Oh god." Noemi's hands shook, dropping the trident with a loud clatter on the stone floor as they came to cover her ears. She couldn't make out where she was, but she knew it wasn't right. The voices were getting louder. Had her taking insanity from the room ruined her? All she could hear was whispering. They demanded from her, for the power it gave her. They demanded her to give something of equal value. Here in this fight, she had to sacrifice herself or something else.
She had to give. It was the only way. To make the voices go away, to keep the strength to drive the FEAR away, she would give them what they wanted. She turned to the only one who had seen her this way, who knew what she had taken. Who was the most important. Equal value. Power for this.
Maybe he would understand the price she would pay to keep everyone safe. To keep him safe. To keep their Island safe.
"Milo...." She regained her dropped trident, as the sun hunter turned to her. She felt the resistance of his body against her trident, saw the widening of his green eyes...the shock. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lowered him to the ground, his hands coming to cover the wound she had caused him. "I'm so sorry Milo, Please...Please forgive me...Please forgive me Milo. I'm so sorry. There was no other way...They keep demanding..." She rested her forehead against his, as his life slipped away, her tears rolling down his cheeks.
His hand came up, brushing hair at her cheek and tried to give her a smile...even here, even as she killed him. "More me's wouldn't be fun..." He whispered, and in his death, she saw him holding her, resting his chin on her head. She felt the whisper of kiss on her head and the heart breaking words that slid her into a sobbing mess over his quiet stilled body.
Drinks thank god. Chel needed a good drink right about now.
When she sipped, her mind slipped away to a distant place. A dragon raged in her vision, a beautiful girl (Noemi?!) in her hands. She had no idea what was going on, but as long as that dragon wasn't going to eat her, and she got to keep this cute girl?
It seemed as though the only way out was to figure out which one of these bottles could shrink her down to the size of the door that led to her exit from this specific corridor.
It was a difficult decision. At first, Kylee walked around in a circle, observing the size and shape of the bottles, and attempted to find some sort of marking or clue. Some sort of riddle that would point the way in the right direction.
But there wasn't any. In the end, she finally grasped onto a bottle she had stopped at, after Akila ordered her to just try one of it instead of beating about the bush.
...It tasted like grape.
The division leaders stood in front of her.
It wasn't just her. Lines of trainees, in front of her, next to her, behind her. They were all lined up neatly in rows, like soldiers, standing with their hands behind their backs and weapons unsummoned.
Caelius spoke. "You know what happens to betrayers. We will be lenient on you if you turn yourself in now."
There was silence. Silence; her throat was dry as she stood her ground.
'He lies.' Akila laughed in her mind. 'They will murder you if you turn yourself in.'
No one spoke up, and the division leaders' gaze swept over every one of them. It was a waiting game, and finally, after minutes of waiting, they seemed to tire of it.
"If any of you has any information," Caelius announced. "Come to us. We will reward you handsomely."
'They won't give up until they find us.' Her weapon hissed. 'We have to make our move before they do.'
Her gaze landed on the bubblegum pink hair of the girl that stood right in front of her. She had no choice.
Drinks, drinks all around. None of them look appetizing, but there were others here taking them as well. Most likely have some sort of effect that he was not going to enjoy. Wrapping his fingers around one he took it back quickly, the taste of grape dancing across his palate.
The fire was blazing like an inferno, engulfing everything in its wake, consuming life in its cold embrace. He watched with fear as the flames flickered before him in their azure hue, the air growing cold, sucking the air from their lungs. How could this have happened? He had mastered it, right? He went to the school to control it and he did! How could the azure flames take a life of its own and grow to such a devastating force? The flames eroded whatever it touched, killing it by freezing it on the molecular level similar to burns. Why the cold took the shape of fire was beyond him. He never questioned it, accepted it as his former pack's form of magics. And he could not control it.
Uru looked over his shoulder with wide eyes at the hunter girl dressed in her white coat and red scarf. 'They won't give up until they find us.''We have to make our move.' Unsure of the voice that spoke, his eyes trained on her determined, steadfast expression. What move? Who was they? Before he could speak, she had already sprinted past him.
"NO!"
Uru'baen Y2 - Demon Hellhound Cold Aligned, fighter, going through some dark times at the moment with his exile from his pack. Recovering and progressing to be a better person
More like a prince, really, Kylee thought, as she stood at the windowsill of the tower she just climbed, staring at who she had thought was some fair maiden princess she was supposed to save.
How could she not, when she had snuck into her room and left evidence to her "wrongdoings" and then left an anonymous note slid under the door that led to Caelius' office?
But she was used to such a scene. It had been a year since the apocalypse happened, and everyone she knew had perished.
Why had she been the one who lived? Why couldn't she have died with the rest of them? Wandering this wasteland in an attempt to find food and water to keep herself alive sometimes felt like a chore, and she wasn't sure why she continued to do it anymore.
A furry paw nudged her leg and she looked down to see the tail of the minipet curling around her ankle. "I know, Bas." She sighed. "You're hungry, aren't you?"
At the very least, she had company.
Meegane rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-12)
Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 8:17 am
[Entering from Corridor of Ancients]
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EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
The gasping boil found himself inside another room, he found he no longer feel dizzy or haunted by illusions. "That's a good thing, Bro." He smiled with his eyebrow furrowed. It was a pleasant and comfortable room, though it wasn't as splendid as the previous one. He relaxed himself and walked towards the other end where he could see a door from the first glance. However, it was way too small for a big boil like him. "I guess we need some magic." He joked.
AJ looked around the empty room with only him and saw the table with bottles of drink. A note in the middle wrote "Drink me, then enter the door." He looked at the bottles around, having some bad feeling from the previous room won't stop the boil from trying. "Ok, now the problem is which one. I guess it's test your luck time." He shrugged.
"One-twelve chance. Not too bad, at least there were not hundreds or even thousands of them." The boil comforted himself. "Which one, Bro?" He always asked his best half opinion. "That one!" The boil took the bottle and drank it down his throat. It was a bit burning and fizzy.....
He was playing a game, a game with so many secrets to reveal. He was in the middle of a maze, and his best friend Kylee was leading him the right way. They fought together, rioting the dungeons and getting the valuable rare items.
"Hey Kylee, I am about to job upgrade. Just one more level and I will be Rogue or Assassin. Which do you think will fit me better?" The Knight girl equipped with a spear smiled. "Let's up you first and then we can sit down somewhere to discuss that." The boil grinned while slaughtered another monster with his dagger. "Sounds like a good plan, Kylee. Let's finish this one quick." The boil patted the girl on her shoulder before dashing forward to lure the monsters together, the two formed a fully offensive team. A lot of injuries, but they survived each single time, badass as hell. The best red team ever, both of their character loved to dress in red.
The loot that time was wonderful, with some useful alchemy materials for weapon reinforcement, some weapons they didn't use but could sell with a decent price and some apparel items to make their character fancy. "You're hungry, aren't you?" The girl asked. "Yuppp better sit down and eat something and we can discuss, finally job change, I am catching up with you, Kylee~" The knight returned with a grin. "Never." The two high-five while walking out the dungeon exit, just another victory for the best team.......
"Hmm? Who's she? But-it's a exciting and happy dream, Bro." The smile on his face won't lie.
EVENT 9: You drink a drink that tastes a little fizzy. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate minipet collector and battle master. Your rival however, is the son of the Professor Deadoak, named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You challenge them to a minipet battle and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
It was a weird dream, but AJ didn't mind to have some more, so he picked another drink, there were still ten bottles on the table. He picked it up and sniffed it, the fizziness of it was much stronger than the previous one. He took a small sip of it, it was just another fun dream.
AJ's dream was to collect all the minipets, he knew well about minipet battle and his favourite was Trouble, his pymgy wish firestarter. It was small but great. "Ready to go for another adventure, Trouble?" He took out a capsule. His team was full of red minipets and included a legendary one. Andrew, on the other hand, was a good rival, the son of the famous minipet researcher. He was strong but grumpy. AJ always challenged him to battles just to piss him off. "Can you get me a break?" Andrew said. "If only you minipet battle with me." His reply. "I know you recently obtain a new strong fire minipet, I want to see its power." AJ winked while Andrew sighed and took out his capsule. "Just once. And leave me alone."..........
"Andrew haha~ And I am a minipet trainer, oh such a cute dream."
Meegane rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-12)
Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:14 am
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EVENT 4: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
A dream like the hero in the anime, that was never in his thought anyway, it was a fun experience. So he picked another bottle, just nine left. Although he didn't get the right one yet, so far it wasn't too bad. "I hope it will be another cute dream."
It was sweet.
From the scarefari, he brought back a lamp a metal lamp like rusted. AJ wanna rub the dust away, just to find it wasn't simply a rusty lamp but a shiny metal lamp in color. In it, a twisty feeble mist came out of it and an adorable genie shyly appeared - with a broom. "Hmm? Maple?" He was surprised to see the little witch came out of the lamp. "Y-Y-Yes...Y-You can have a wish..." She blushed and held her broom tightly. "Why are you - in a lamp?" AJ asked in a little shock. "Y-You can have a wish but-but you have to minipet battle with me...." The boil laughed, Is that some status effect? Ohh that! Of course I will do, but you have to get out of the lamp first?"
There was a soft smile upon his lips as the vision vanished from his memory. It had been odd, disjointed but he couldn't say it was all that bad. Noemi had been there, like before but at least he wasn't seeing her in chains (because that had sucked). So, did that mean she was okay? The Sun liked to think that's what it meant if he was.
With that in mind, Milo walked around the table, this time deciding on a different tactic for this game and decided on a different bottle to take and sample. He picked one up and let the peachy taste sate his taste buds.
Not bad...
Milo glanced over to the large mushrooms of various hues and colors, the teacups scattered about for added decor. The forest was bright and colorful, of many hues and vibrant. It was also oddly familiar and he felt as if he had been there before. Or maybe it had been a dream, it probably was. It seemed to happen often, those vivid dreams that seemed so real (like these!).
His green eyes continued to circle around until he spotted her sitting there on one particular mushroom, dark and illuminating, enhancing her presence upon it. But it still made her face so obscured - though, after some staring, Milo came to realize that wow, she totally didn't even have one. Still, he stepped forward. "You look real familiar..." He told her.
(Behind her, seemed to be some sort of Pokemon match or something. Between two guys. What?)
But she didn't reply, there was only a soft laugh as she nearly jumped onto him with a big hug. "You can do it," she whispered in his ear.
He wanted to ask her what but when he opened his eyes the room returned to him, the forest was gone. It was just him and the table and a now open door. Milo shrugged and took that as a sign to exit.
