Fantasy The Doors

[Shireling]

There exists between the mass of entangled quarks and quazons we call "the Universe" and the Nothing so indescribably void of anything so as to be incomprehensible. The voidest of voids, if you will. I'm talking of the Labyrinth, that state of existing, half existing that floats on the ether like a dream. The byproduct of centuries of human thought, springing ex nihilo from the beauteous and demented corners of the human mind.

The Labyrinth has no beginning and no end. Those who find themselves within it rarely exit, and if they do exit they know not to where. All of the knowledge of the Labyrinth is enclosed in books that will never find their way into mortal hands, or computers that compute nothing.

And the Labyrinth draws people, through the doors. Yes, that's the key. The Doors. In the human imagination, Doors are portals in both the literal and metaphorical sense. And what is a world, a universe, save a very large room?

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Our protagonists awake with a start, they lay on cots in a vaulted room with effervescent light peaking through the cracks in the roof. The light shimmers off of a reflecting pool in the center of the room. Flanking the walls on either side are enormous statues of figures, half man and half beast. Ten feet the statues rise from five foot pedestals. The floor is cracked marble and is cold to the touch. The whole of the chamber is uncomfortably cold. There is a slight wind emanating from an unknown location. The room has no windows, only a large black metal door on the far side of the chamber with a gold relief of a snake etched across it's wide frame. Before the door, four individuals in cowled robes stand meditating. Their arms are tucked into the sleeves of their robes and the hoods betray only a spectral blackness. They make a humming noise in unison.

Hmmmmmm.

(First post rules: I may make a character sheet thread at a later date but as it stands I find it unnecessary since nobody knows anything about any of the characters yet. In your first post alongside their reactions, post either a graphic or textual description of your character and give them a first name to use in third person writing. Remember that they have severe amnesia at this point and can remember literally nothing definite save their language, cognitive, and motor skills.)

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[ReverseTex]

Micheal

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He woke with a heavy gasp, clutching his chest as if he had resurfaced from a long venture underwater. Blinking, his eyes were fuzzy for some reason. Why? The man slowly pulled himself to sit on the cot, the world still very new and blurred to him. Spotting something on the ground, what were they called...? He slummed over, picking up the small item, holding the frames to his eyes. Ah! Sliding them on, the world much clearer, he could probably assess his situation.

With a grunt he stood, studying the room now with clear vision. Half man, half beasts filled the walls, cracks of unorganized light, and a chilling floor. Not very helpful. Taking a few steps forward, spotting a clear pool a few steps away, maybe that would help. Glancing at it, the man spotted another man, quickly sending both to dissapeared as he jumped back. Where did he go?! Looking back at the puddle, he came to a realization that the man in the pool was himself. He wore a black thin pair of oliver people’s glasses, the exact frames the man had just acquired moments ago. He also wore a simple black sweater, worn blue jeans, and black combat boots. His eyes were a light gray, like the chilling floor he currently stood upon. Hair quite tossed, most likely from the slumber he had just awoken from. But... Who was he?

 

[Shireling]

Victor

It was shortly after the first of the new Labyrinth dwellers had risen that his eyes fluttered open and beheld light between the cracks of a high ceiling. He blinked several times, trying to make sense of the phenomenon. "Light," he croaked, "light" he said again as of convincing himself that was the name of the sensation. He sat slowly up and saw others lying down like he had been, and saw a man kneeling by the reflecting pool.

He rose from his seated position and walked a few paces before slumping down beside his unhappy compatriot and examining himself in the reflection of the water. He knew, for some reason intuitively, that the figure in the water was a reflection of himself although he could not explain the phenomenon.

He touched his kindly face and ran his hands up and down it. He was a man of perhaps twenty eight to thirty five, a bit on the older side. His hair was an auburn colour, unruly and unkempt. His clothes were of a bizarre fashion as well, consisting of a black top coat with tails, a white shirt and red ascot, black slacks, and fairly nice wing tip shoes. He turned to his fellow observer and muttered the first word that seemed to spring naturally to his lips,

"Hello."
ReverseTex