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Futuristic 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 || rp

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"this is a dialogue."

swirling darkness. a faint hum. the weight of the world on her chest. those were the conditions persephone was in as she struggled between consciousness and unconsciousness. her mind willed her to move but her body wouldn't allow it. the humming continued to grow until it was almost a ringing sound in her ears. god this was giving her a headache. open your eyes. move. yet nothing. she focused on taking breaths, at least she knew she was alive. a groan escaped her as she tried to force her eyes open. but they were heavy, oh so heavy. the ringing grew louder.
the ringing was insufferable. she could barely focus on anything because of it. every time she thought she was about to move, nothing happened. until finally, a twitch of her fingers. that was the breakthrough she needed. open your eyes. get up! with another groan, she sat upwards, eyes groggily opening. she felt like she had been run over 6 times be a semi, but she was moving. her vision was blurry and quickly her hands moved to rub the sleep out of her eyes. expecting to be in a bed of some sort, when she finally was able to take in her surroundings her heartbeat skyrocketed. this was not her bedroom. wait what did her bedroom even look like? she couldn't remember. how did she get here? she couldn't remember. the only few thoughts passing through her brain were bright white lights and a syringe of some kind. that's it. her breath quickened as she felt panic start to set in. thank god the ringing had finally stopped.
her eyes started scanning the room as she scampered backwards, her back hitting the wall with a thud. there were other people here, most of them still unconscious on the floor. what the fuck was going on? she couldn't think straight, she couldn't remember anything. she pressed herself further against the wall as more people came to. she thought if she pressed hard enough maybe she could disappear inside of it. she found herself scanning the room for an exit, anything. a door, a window, a crack in the wall. but there was nothing. not a door or window in sight. just these looming walls and eerie green lights. her stomach twisted. was this some kind of sick joke? she hit the back of her head against the wall, hoping to jog some sort of memory. but still, nothing came. more people were moving now, her eyes drawn back to the commotion. some were starting to talk but she was not listening. she grabbed herself and started clawing at her arms. she was panicking. she needed to wake herself up or something. tears brimmed the corners of her eyes but she didn't stop clawing away. someone was approaching her but she wasn't paying attention. she hit her head on the wall again. wake up. wake up. WAKE UP!
the figure was next to her now, she couldn't ignore their presence. her eyes shot up to meet them, fearing they were here to do something awful to her. upon eye-contact all that fear evaporated. instead, a feeling of serenity clouded her. he was a giant man, at least over a foot taller than herself. however she didn't feel cornered. he has shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes. she slowly stopped clawing at herself, not even noticing she was bleeding a bit now. she swallowed hard, her mouth dry. she had no words. the feeling of comfort was stabbed by a loud crackling followed by a voice. an intercom system? her head tilted upwards in a feeble attempt to find the source.
"Ah good, you're all awake. Welcome to your new reality." the voice was followed by a half-hearted chuckle, as if they thought they were clever. The room of people did not respond. The voice cleared their throat. "You are all now members of Duality. Consider yourselves the Zodiacs. Don't worry about your names right this second, they'll come to you eventually. If you take a look at the black tank top you're wearing, you'll see something embroidered onto it. That would be your zodiac." A muffled voice far away from the mic caused him to stop speaking. Taking this opportunity, she tilted her head down and read her shirt. It had Gemini on it, in simple block lettering. Before she realized what she was doing, her eyes were on the person still crouched next to her. their shirt also had Gemini on it. maybe that's why she feels like she can trust him. she was about to speak, to ask him if he knew what was going on when the voice started to talk again. "Well let's get on with it, shall we? Consider this a test. You 13 must work together to complete this little escape room we've concocted for you. If you pass you will join our ranks and briefed on what your purpose is. If you fail..." the voice trailed off before picking back up. "...you die. Good luck!" as the intercom clicked off, a riddle appeared on the wall. it was being projected.

It cannot be seen whenever it's there. It fills up a room, and is much like the air. It cannot be touched, and there's nothing to hear. It is quite harmless - there's nothing to fear. What is it?

as soon as the riddle appeared, all four walks began to creak and slide across the floor. they weren't moving fast but not slow either. if they didn't solve the riddle soon they would all be crushed.
she felt her heart start to race again. die? no. this simply has to be a nightmare. she felt the urge to start clawing at herself or someone else. her eyes found a girl not to far off with platinum blonde hair. she seemed weak enough. leaning forward she came to a jarring halt. what was she thinking? why did she feel an urge in the pit of her stomach to maul that girl over there? to see what she looked like on the inside? shaking her head she banged it against the wall again, another attempt to clear it and jog some sort of memory. once again to no avail. she turned to the person next to her and realized she felt no urge to cause them any harm. she felt the opposite actually. so instead, she grabbed onto his arm. another wave of comfort rolled over her, and she leaned more into him. still finding no words, she remained silent.
































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Chills spark vertigo, curiosity gripped him by the neck, but the fatigue had anchored him down. He felt like another mauled scrap, an ache throughout the body that had only seemed to get worse. The blur of figures before him were only that: blurs. Regained vision took far too long, but the panic and annoyance settled in the longer he’d sat in his realization. There was nothing, his brain remembered nothing, only the crippling headache and a void. Tired, heavy eyes turn to look around him, with stark walls and figures that weren't his own; no one familiar, nothing familiar; familiarity was nowhere in reach. It no longer exists with him in the fluorescently lit room, not even a single trace of a shallow breath in his stupor.

He pauses. He hesitates. He wanted to vomit: the thought of remembrance being ripped away nearly caused him physical pain.

Maybe this was a dream, a terrible one. So he squeezes his eyes shut, mentally counts to 10 before opening them again, but he is still there: there with others who were issued the same circumstance. This isn’t happening; This shouldn’t be happening; Why is this happening? His head trembled with the rest of him.

Groans seemed to echo, but were muffled within the same sequence.

The cement under his palms cold and hard shivers with him. He presses a hand firmly against the ground, nails a slight dig into the concrete, but the strength ends there; a fight to move was interrupted by another's movement, warmth against warmth, bodies against bodies. Flames of red at one side, dark hair on the other, various shades of people that he wished he could recognize. Frustration built in his chest, waging war in his lungs as what seemed to be eternity ticked around him. Zeki raises his chin a little, an indication that he's capable of remotely some movement.

His mind spun, unfolding within the crevices of his thoughts, with little action to follow. Slowly but surely, with how long he'd laid there, he grew increasingly disoriented, and almost as equally detached from the world to come. Get out, he has to get out, he has to move. Something terrible was going to happen; no, eventually something terrible did happen. The muffled sound in his ears cleared out, "If you pass you will join our ranks and briefed on what your purpose is. If you fail..." the voice trailed off, seemingly implementing their own sense of anticipation before following, "...you die, good luck!"

Good luck his ass. Death wasn’t what he was afraid of.

No, he’d save himself from a fate that would end in tragedy—help others in the process if he had to, too.

Narrowed eyes darted forward, brows arched, jaw clenched—no surface was safe from the gaze he held. His leg buzzed, the numbness clearing in phantom pricks along his shank, and he pressed a thumb against it. Energy drains once again, irregularly, but nonetheless apparent—shit. All is taken in, the rise and fall of breaths in the room, the blurred figure and its descent, the subtlety in movements as few others fought onward to shake themselves from this spell of lassitude.

The air feels thick, but that may have been the mind playing its tricks on him yet again, its scent filled with nothingness and despair. His throat clears, but burns with every wretch in between struggling breaths; it is desiccated and dry, pained to the point where it felt raw—something must have happened and, certainly, it was nothing good. Finally, he is able to utter a few words, but the only ones he could say in the moment were two: “Orospu çocuğu.” The curse was quiet and strained, only worsened by the tingle on his chest; a scar bare against it—a rude awakening as to why they’d been addressed as the Zodiacs.

His breath shudders as calloused fingers reached for the scar, an odd shape he couldn’t make out until he looked down at it; Virgo? The shirt wrinkled against his body confirmed it. He knew nothing about zodiacs, their inner workings, only the dates—not that it mattered now. Zeki’s body ached as if he’d been battered, but the adrenaline kicked in; there had to be an out somehow.

Wordlessly, he slowly urges himself up, a kick at his leg lending no comfort—neither did the voice that followed. "Any ideas, Yarrak kafa?" With a silent scoff, he shakes his head, gently placing fingers in front of the red head’s face next to him and snapping, “get up.” His words were blunt with little tenderness.

The words on the wall burned bright, a riddle in the midst of silent chaos: It cannot be seen whenever it's there. It fills up a room, and is much like the air. It cannot be touched, and there's nothing to hear. It is quite harmless - there's nothing to fear. What is it?

A riddle was as easy or as hard as the person made of it. But the question is: who will make it the hardest when they seem to overthink the answers that could be right in front of them?

For now he is still nameless, an identity never forming—for now, he is no one and someone. “Fuck,” he cursed again, hand pulling at his neck as if to soothe it. There was no time for questions, not now—not if he wanted to get out alive; teeth bit at the skin of his lip, possible answers running rampant, bouncing off of the bounds of his skull. “It cannot be seen whenever it’s there,” repeating the line, Zeki looks to the others, bottom lip bleeding from the relentless pulling. He abhorred it, the counterfeit thoughts draped over every sentence as he ran them in constant variations in his head; but to save face, to fake the fact that he wasn’t as distraught as he was, was the best option. Panic wouldn’t do anybody any good. In that moment following the singular sentence, he falls silent, carefully observing his counterparts.



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romeo.
Movement is such a spectacular thing, most take advantage of the most basic human necessity until they can't use their own limbs. This was the predicament he was stuck in at the moment. He was conscious, but couldn't even open his eyes. He could hear movement, and all he could think about was that fact that he wasn't able to move. Let alone that he couldn't remember a damn thing, not even his name. He couldn't fathom why he couldn't think of his own damn name.

The inability to move was driving him crazy. He craved some sort of twitch or something similar that would wake his body up. He tried to move his hands and when he thought he had something, it was just his imagination. Fuck, are you kidding me? Right now he was throwing a temper tantrum in his head, at least no one was able to hear him. He doesn't do well with humility. As he calmed down mentally he began to come to a realization. His thoughts were moving like a sloth, only coming in pieces.

R . . . Ro . . . Romeo. Was that his name? He couldn't be sure. He was finally able to move, it was slow as it felt like he hadn't moved in weeks. He couldn't remember what happened before waking up here. And here? When he stood up he found out there were no doors, no windows, just horrendous fluorescent green lights and a booming voice coming from the intercom. Romeo looked around the room studying each and every person there. His legs were still shaky but he was able to balance himself. He listened to the voice and looked down at his shirt. 'Capricorn' was embroidered on his tank-top which wasn't a perfect black. He despised it. It was slightly faded, not like new. He couldn't explain why he despised it.

Death. That was the word booming through his mind as the riddle appeared on the wall. Romeo couldn't pinpoint where the projection was coming from as there we no holes in the wall from the side it was coming from. That's when the walls began to move, and he was determined to figure out the riddle or help the others solve it.

It cannot be seen whenever it's there. It fills up a room, and is much like the air. It cannot be touched, and there's nothing to hear. It is quite harmless - there's nothing to fear. What is it?

Romeo had witnessed a girl stomp on some guy's calf, he immediately knew that had to hurt, and one guy was cursing and mumbling to himself. Until he was looking at us too. Romeo came up with a couple of possible ideas when it came to the riddle, but he was fearing if he said the wrong answer that they'd all die. He didn't want to be responsible for that, but he did want to make it out of there with all his limbs attached and working.

"It says there is nothing to fear, so what if people do fear it?" Romeo said aloud, which he meant to think it not say it. He wanted to piece it together, but there were a couple of answers that he was considering, he wanted to know if others had some ideas.
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Silence, darkness. Somber melodies raptured her crimson lips, soothing touch of a mother's kiss. Yet warmth dissipates from the desolate corner, Apathy long painted these concrete walls. The scent of death grew pungent in his lungs, descent further into the madness from the absence of reason.

Memories faint to touch, Caged and kept far from his vision. An illusion to appease the varied amount of emotions. Joy, excitement, ambition, curiousity, satisfaction, grew pale in comparison to the pit that turn his stomach upside down. With shallow breaths and suffocating heartbeat, it withered.

Sinking it's claws to the very essence of his soul, to quench it's feral thirst. The faded glimpse of light, flickered from the window of his mind. Tattered words blurred into figures and nonsensical features, taped the mark across his skin. It craved and craved, to rip, to drag it's teeth on the jagged surface and tear his soul from the decimated shell.

The rage, it rises, it rises. Till it fills every inch of his flesh with nothing but pure hatred, guttural cry of fury. Blooming wickedly, a wild Scarlett Rose. "Rose, Rose, Rose..." The wind calls unto him. With a piercing headache, a piece of reality returns to his side. Grimacing as the world spins around him, the familiar taste of iron on the tip of his tongue.

Groaning at the ruckus that declared it's stay in the plain colored room, accompanied with the loud creak that count each passing second. Figures whom stood with haste in their movements, save for the others who are still motionless upon the coarse ground. Dissecting the cryptic message painted upon the wall, it spoke of a riddle that boggles the mind.

Confusion left him distraught, but as it strikes the core of his mind. A distasteful laugh mocking the bitter rage coursing his veins, shaking his fist. Leaning against the wall as his limbs have yet to regain sufficient strength to stand unassisted, slowly yet surely it threatens to cave in against his palm.

Quick he was to pull away and realize the impending doom that will eventually grace them, enforcing the repulsive lines that riddled them all.
"Oh, I didn't know I won the lottery."
He chuckled begrudgingly, rubbing the side of his skull to soothe the throbbing pain that ailed his head. What on earth is happening? the trails of words fall silent against the blank canvas in his head. For his memories held no answer, no closure to grace his scattered mind. How could the complex machination of his brain be tainted? No matter how hard he tried to reach for it's fragments, none came to answer his call.

What kind of sick game did fate harbor upon him? he felt forsaken, wronged to the point of no salvation. And yet, here he stood with a thin smile to diffuse his reality. If doom were to conquer them soon, then he must aid those around him to the best of his ability. He noticed however that at a quick glance, their attire held a word of myth. A zodiac, on which it's purpose is still unbeknownst to him. Lowering his stature, he sank down to his knees and gently shook the dark haired lad. Softly calling out to them, with a voice that could not rival with the ominous melodies that the cement surfaces sang.

"Wake up, come on wake up."
He spoke softly into their ears, light tapping of his palm against their shoulder. Extending a hand should they rose from their sleep, or pull their weight to sit on the ground. For he witnessed the light haired girl, Jamming her foot against another stranger. The two had Leo and Virgo written on their shirt, while he turn to look at his own and the other he sought to awaken. Aquarius and Cancer its seems, funny enough it felt familiar. Rising back to stand on his feet, he studied the others who are wide awake.

Pastel colored strands graced his vision, with a word written as "Gemini" and another with light colored hair and the word "Capricorn" spelt upon their clothing. As they speak of discussing a possible answer to either hasten or prevent said fate, He smiled at the pale colored strands and studied the riddle closely once more. There is only one answer he would like to provide and yet, who is to say that it wasn't a trick to poke into his mind. He refuse to allow them such satisfaction, as two can play at that game.

"Well, it's pretty obvious right? unless it's a trick question."
He muttered off nonchalantly, seemingly calm. who's to tell that isn't the case? for the wildfire that spurn inside his chest had been supressed sufficiently. As tempting as it was to give in to the urge, he could not for the life of him allow it to burst. For a creature of habit, he felt his gut churning everytime he felt tempted to enlighten such thoughts. A looming sense of doom and pressure that he could not know the reason of. Turning around once more, he just realized that those pastel strands would draw near to another.

Gemini was also written on his shirt, did those two knew each other? but he had a feeling from observing her behavior. Something else was in play, an odd sight to say the least. Averting his attention back to the matters at hand, the answer to the riddle was simple. Yet he finds it hard to believe that escape nor winning whatever sick game they are forced to play in, would be that easy. Seeing as how amnesia had play an important part in this horrid circumstances. One would have to wait and see what trully lies ahead, that is if they survive at all.

For the same voice echoed once more from another's lips, unravelling the very sentence that held confusion. It's true that there is a possibility that those words meant more if one doubts it's mere contents, but Ross had a feeling that would be a bit far fetched when they had just wake from their sleep. If they went with the painstaking effort to erase their memories, why would they seek to trouble such wounded minds with fancy words that only contradicts itself at face value? if anything, they would have resorted on more simple methods first.

Hence, the riddle itself was a little test of sanity. should it remain intact depite being unable to remember a single thing, terrible it was. Death was much more demanding apparently, which he intent to prevent at the selfish request to not dirty his hands. Shaking his head a little, he stopped their tracks of thought. Viable as it was, he doubted that it would be the case.
"Well we could try to dissect it word by word, but something tells me that they don't want us to die just yet. I mean, why would you give a metaphorical riddle to a group of people that just woke up? not to mention they are making us run with a time limit from the bat. Lets take this at face value for now."
He explained to the other before him, unable to even address them with a name other than the zodiac on their shirt.






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Do you imagine, one day, that everything you have ever known in life, will simply disappear? All those fragile memories, the overwhelming feeling of love, hate, anger, everything from a time before: will just slip away? Like grains of sand that slip through your fingers. And no matter how tight you try to hold onto that crumbling seashore, to try to keep everything together, it is never enough. Everything slips away in the end. Slipping deep down, farther from the surface of her waking mind with each passing second.

Why is it that she can't remember anything? What was the sound of her voice like? What were her dreams like, outside of this void of colorless sleep? Why couldn't...she remember what she looked like? Even while her broken reflection stared back at her? Was this fake? Was she just a fleeting memory, long forgotten in the depth of this void?

It was all but a muddle of shadows and smoke that weighed on her chest. A cascade of pitch black held her within her unconsciousness. She could feel far too much, and not enough, while she lay in her concrete grave. The sweat that clings to her abnormally hot skin. Even against the cool slab of cement. Why did her chest feels so tight again? Her lungs swollen, aching, burning, as if she's under water. The grappling waves of her unconsciousness keep her from resurfacing. The dark of sea of amnesia never seemed to end. Would she ever wake from this torment of cold darkness?

Just when she thinks she will sleep forever a voice drops within the waves. From within that darkness the voice calls to her. A melody of words that called to her like that of a siren. Obscure voices string out within her mind between wake and sleep, shadowing over the somber voice that calls to her.

"You are the Zodiacs." An automated voice cuts into the sea that surrounds her, but it does nothing to wake the girl from her forced slumber. "Consider this a test." It mumbles in her ears. Only proving to make her eye's flutter open briefly, unsettling luminescent green lights sting, burn, forcing her to close them. Slowly, slinking back into her oblivion. "...you die, good luck!" She ignores the voice finally now. Resting her absent soul back into it's shell of shadows.

Until the siren in the back of her mind comes forth. "Wake up. Aveline, wake up!"

The red head startles awake. Breaking free of her watery grave as she lurches forward into existence. Blue eyes blink rapidly as they try to accommodate to the light exposure surrounding her. Everything is different. Nothing makes sense. What was this? Maybe it really was her grave. But no, there were other's with her. Her fingers find purchase against the concrete beneath her. Nails digging into anything that might ground her to reality. Blue eyes glance among those beside her. A tall, dark haired male that seemed to have an attitude problem. A bleached blonde beside him, kicking his leg. Did they know each other? No. From the look of confusion around the room, they were just as empty as she was. Upon realizing that, Aveline is quick to calm herself. Sucks in a deep breath, exhaling it through her nose. Repeating the motion a few times before her heart finally calmed, along with her nerves.

The unknown stranger beside her is snapping his fingers beside her head, catching her attention. Aveline glances briefly at the other, blue eyes quick to scan over the features of his face. Tan, dark mop of hair, sharp jaw, dark brown eyes. Nothing A haunting reminder that she had no memories outside of the one's currently being made. But the sound of screeching walls catches her attention faster than the boy had. Her head is a swivel as she turns to the noise. It inched closer inward. Pushed firmly onto her back and she was not okay with that.

Aveline stumbles to her feet, admittedly using the strong shoulder of the man next to her as leverage. Just as she stands, a boy with platinum blonde hair speaks. Why would they fear it? The question is a little obscure but just as quickly as she thinks it makes no sense, out of the corner of her eye she sees a glimmering light. A riddle, projected on the wall. She stared at the yellow letters, just as they stared back at her, with a glare.

"It cannot be seen whenever it's there. It fills up a room, and is much like the air. It cannot be touched, and there's nothing to hear. It is quite harmless - there's nothing to fear. What is it?"

Silently, Aveline makes her way to the word wall. Her fingers trace over the edges of letters that scramble to hide a meaning. Mouths the words to herself while tracing over letter. Fills up a room? You cannot hear it? Her thoughts are interrupted by another male speaking. A boy with dark, messy hair and darker eyes, although he doesn't speak to her, so she turns back to the little puzzle.

"Something...that cannot be seen...? If you cannot see or touch it, how do you fear it?" Aveline mumbles aloud, thumb tracing the edge of the word, fear. There was only one answer. Something hollow, dark, torn at the edges. But if she's wrong, she risks everyone's lives. It wasn't rocket science at this point. Get it wrong, probably get squished by the shifting walls. Take too long to answer, get squished by the walls. So she turns to the only person she seems like is awake enough to be spoken too.

Aveline turns to the stranger with curly, black hair. The Virgo from the name tag on his shirt. Disregarding her own tag for the moment, she looks at him curiously. "What do you think? A fear, that is harmless, while remaining untouchable, as well as, unable to be seen?" The red head asks, hoping they form some semblance of the same answer. Hoping that anyone near her could also form some kind of similar answer.


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When the vertigo came, it didn't come quiet.

For a moment, there was nothing. Nothing but the dark beating of his heart, pumping blood from its nest in his chest. Night, everlasting night twisted in the mind's eye, coiling snakes of fever-dream. Awareness slips through it like the extended fingers of dawn, the flickering light on the horizon - before it burns beyond his retinas, the darkness, scorching the fragile ground of his brain. The first thing he's aware of is the pounding - a jackhammer breaking apart his skull, greedy hands picking apart the bone shards left, blood leaking out from a hole. There must be one; if he runs his hand over the back of his head now, he fears it will come back red. Red, red. The same shade playing over his eyelids.

He feels dead. He can't move.

Above (inside?), a voice speaks.

'...consider yourselves the Zodiacs.'

It flickers in and out, like a bad connection; like the static devouring radio signals, like nails dragging over walls in holy places. Briefly, he panics; if he's truly and well dead, passed on to some incomprehensible hand turning him over to decide his fate. Perhaps he is lying in the cold soil already. A grave he will never wake up from, eternal sleep; but no, life returns with a vengeance, and with it comes burning pain.

'Consider this a test. You 13 must work together to complete this little escape room we've concocted for you. If you pass you will join our ranks and briefed on what your purpose is. If you fail...'

He moves a finger. Another. Then, a hand. Artificial lightning burns his eyes, a cold, cement ceiling greeting him.

'...you will die. Good luck!'

Legs tremble under him as he tries to stand, vision swimming. Hands scramble for purchase on a barren wall.

He was going to be sick.

Confusion, vertigo, fear - they beat away the logical subcouncious that tried to place him in the new situation, that tried to explain the sounds and sights just on the edge of his existence. Like a boat in the middle of a quiet sea, it supplied, thoughts dragging along like a corpse. His head turns, slowly, like that of an animal bleeding out; his eyes fail, burn, fail, blur. Groggily he sets himself by the wall, shoulder scraping against it. His hand drags over his face, acid threatens on the edge of his throat, and in his head a voice screams - get up, get up, you're not alone, run, run, come on -

Charlie.

A name. It fits like a too-large jacket. Like stolen jewelry. It fits like something that shouldn't be his, and yet he wears it anyways.

Awareness snaps in, like the cry of a bullet leaving the gun.

He isn't alone.

A room, empty like purgatory. Cold like it. No windows, no lighthouse to tell him where he is. No door. Cement below and above him. A projector flickers ghost-like, words dancing on the wall.

'It cannot be seen whenever it's there. It fills up a room, and is much like the air. It cannot be touched, and there's nothing to hear. It is quite harmless - there's nothing to fear. What is it?'

And like a great beast awakening, the walls start to scream.

Like a trap from hell, like giant stones dragging against each other they closed in, sending Charlie's lungs fluttering with sudden alarm. Questions threaten to overtake his mind, blaring like error messages; but Charlie doesn't let himself think about them. He doesn't know where he is. He barely knows who he is. But it matters not - panic circles like a wolf around a campfire, and he chases it away with a gun. He can deal with the rising dread later, once the threat of imminent death has passed. An artificial calm settles over his mind, turning with the cold routine of a machine. Thirteen people, including him. Not one face does he know. Six women, five men.

Charlie watches them with wild, bleary eyes. Considers which one of them seems the most likely to prove a threat.

He flickers through faces and takes in not one. They were all just as confused as he felt, features twisted with disorientation and possible head injury. The man stares back at the words, cold sweat pouring down his neck.

It cannot be touched. Nothing to fear. It fills a room.

Two of the strangers seem to have the right idea - a woman of blazing, red hair and a man with eyes that remind him of empty void. It can't be touched, can't be seen, but is feared. His pain-muddled head turns, brightens. Charlie's voice sounds like breaking glass when he speaks, rusty with misuse and a thought of 'this is my voice?'

''It can't be touched, not physically. If it can't be seen, then it's the absence of something.'' He starts, burning eyes set on the projector. His face is pinched like last moments caught in marble. ''Sound? Light? Darkness? But if you're scared...''

The voice trails off. Charlie says no more - only leans on his burning shoulder like a ghost watching from the corner, seeing living people go on. He still felt like his head might split in two if he dares move too much, that if he tries to realize the web he's been caught in he will see the spider, too.

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reagan
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Wow my head hurts, was the very first thought that ran through Reagan’s mind as he began to regain consciousness. It felt like a tension headache, one that was close to the surface where he could easily put a bit of pressure on it and get rid of it. Except, when he went to move his hand to do just that, it didn’t move. Nothing moved, not even a finger. Well, this was great. He was stuck here, wherever here was, completely immobile where anyone or anything could attack him at any moment. This just wasn’t his day, apparently. Eventually, he regained full consciousness and mobility and was able to freely move his limbs, though didn’t open his eyes.

The sound of others moving around followed by strange voices caused Reagan to rethink his previous choice of not opening his eyes. Yep, time to open. Slowly they opened, blinking rapidly to adjust to the lighting. Then he sat up, mindful of the headache, and began to take in his surroundings. Yeah this wasn’t home. What was home though? Instead of completely panicking, he just sat there looking around. Unusually calm for someone in this type of situation, Reagan stared at about a half dozen people that were awake and another half dozen that appeared to still be knocked out. No one seemed to know one another and he could practically smell and taste their fear in the air.

Just as he was about to attempt to reassure them that everything would be okay (which, what? They woke up in some random place how could everything be okay?), a voice was heard over the loudspeaker, explaining that they were all part of some new group and were to go by whatever zodiac was on their shirt until they remembered their names. Curious, Reagan looked down at his tank and read Libra, embroidered in large blue block letters. Interesting.

His brow shot up in curiosity as the voice continued on to talk about an escape room, saying that they must work together to get out of it or die. Yeah right. He doubted anyone would be dying, knew this was some sort of intimidation technique. But if they were all part of some new group, it was best to begin to learn to work together right away.

Within seconds of seeing the riddle on the wall, Reagan knew the answer was either darkness or some sort of gas, gas such as oxygen, helium, etc. But ‘it’s much like the air’ would knock out oxygen since that was air. Another few seconds and he knew the answer. But just as he was about to voice it, the walls started moving. “씨발,” (shi-bal) he cursed, backing up to try and get away.

"It says there is nothing to fear, so what if people do fear it?” said one.

"What do you think? A fear, that is harmless, while remaining untouchable, as well as, unable to be seen?" said another.

"It can't be touched, not physically. If it can't be seen, then it's the absence of something." said the last

And Reagan couldn’t keep silent any longer. ”Precisely,” he began, mildly surprised to hear such a thick accent in his voice, an accent he couldn’t place (or remember having. ”You can hear sound and see light, so it’s not either of those. It’s something that fills up a room and you can’t see when it does. ‘It cannot be seen whenever it’s there’,” he repeated. ”But what if you can’t see when it’s there? Like actually cannot see? What fills up a room and completely takes away your ability to see?”

Though he already knew the answer, he wanted them to be the ones to solve it. Of course, if they hadn’t solved it and were coming down to the wire, he’d shout the answer. But for now he was content to sit back and watch the world burn.
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A small figure laid curled up on her right side, wisps of platinum blonde hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Small hands were curled underneath her cheek, a picturesque image of peaceful sleep, though her outward visage belied the turmoil occurring from within.

Though she looked for all intents and purposes to be in a deep sleep, she had stirred to consciousness not too long after the first of her companions had roused. However she laid trapped within her own body, a heaviness settled over her limbs and eyelids that seemed never-ending in the void that she found herself in.

The sudden crackling of the loud-speaker caused slender fingers to twitch, neatly trimmed nails digging into the cold concrete upon which she rested as her eyes flickered behind her closed eyelids, the girl struggling to beat back the darkness clinging to her whole being. The words that echoed through the room sounded muffled to her ears, as if she was hearing someone speak from underwater. The meaning of the words that were spoken was lost on her, unaware of what was happening outside of the blackness and thus unable to comprehend what the voice was talking about; though one particular part of the speech caught and held her attention.

Her name...

What..was her name? Despite her best attempts at searching every crevice of the emptiness that was her mind, she could find no answer to her question. It was frightening, how much power a name could hold, how much a name held the essence of the person it is bestowed upon. Her lack of name felt like an empty hole in her chest and despite the reassurances of the voice that she would eventually remember it, she felt no respite from the creeping anxiety that was wrapping its tendrils around her.

Through the tightness of her chest, she could gradually feel the heaviness pinning her limbs to the floor lessen and as strange voices began to fill the room, thick lashes finally fluttered open to reveal her dazed blue orbs. The bright green light that greeted her had her eyes screwing up in protest, the light a bit too bright after so long in the darkness. After a few moments she inched her eyes back opening, letting herself adjust to the strange lighting in the room.

Blurry sideways figures moved in and out of her vision from her prone position on the floor, their shapes indistinguishable as she slid one hand out from under her cheek to rub at her gritty eyes. With her limbs slowly shaking off the weight of the darkness, she slowly used the arm underneath her to push herself into an upright position, eyes blinking rapidly the stave off the sudden vertigo that came with the movement.

As her vision cleared, she was finally able to take in the room she found herself in, but what she saw didn't help ease the looming sense of dread that she felt. Twelve other people filled the room, some awake and some still laying unconscious, all strangers to her eyes. None of their faces sparked a feeling of familiarity, but what frightened her most beyond their foreign identities was the realization that she didn't know what she looked like.

She couldn't recall what the color of her eyes were and the outfit she was dressed in was unfamiliar to her. A word sprawled across the right side of her tank top caught her attention, her brain quickly piecing together the upside down writing. 'Pisces.' Vague recollection of something the voice from earlier had said had her eyes lifting, scanning the clothing of the others. Despite not being able to remember a single thing about herself, she somehow recognized the different Zodiac Signs given to the others.

A sense of wrongness screamed through every cell of her being and the tightness binding her chest increased. Her nails bit into the palm of her hands as her eyes frantically searched the room, looking for something, anything to push back the crushing weight of her fear. Her gaze landed on the writing that had captured the attention of those awake, her eyes reading and re-reading the riddle over and over. The redirection of her mind and the sharp pain of her nails digging into her palm slowly eased the panic that she felt, her breathing slowing down until it was no longer panting through her parted lips. As she calmed down, she cast her memory back on everything that had happened since she woke up, looking for some logical explanation to all of this.

'If you pass you will join our ranks and briefed on what your purpose is. If you fail...you die.'

...Right, the voice had said that, hadn't it? Despite not knowing what type of life she had led up to this point, she wasn't ready for it to be over quite yet. Pushing herself to her feet, she wobbled slightly as her muscles remembered how to hold her weight. Her cerulean gaze swept through the room, taking note of who was awake and who seemed to still be unconscious.

The voice had mentioned that they would need to work together to escape but they couldn’t do that with some still knocked out. Since there seemed to be enough attention being directed towards solving the riddle, she decided to be productive with waking up the rest of the group.

She headed towards a brunette male laying a short distance away from her and knelt beside him. One small, slender hand reached out and gently tapped his shoulder. ”Wakey wakey.” She said softly, wisps of hair falling forward as she bent over him. When she received no response, a small frown furrowed the space between her brows and she shook his shoulder a little harder. When he still refused to stir, a thought came to her mind unbidden and she tilted her head as she gazed down at his lax face.

Was he dead?

Her hand slipped from his shoulder and drifted upwards towards his face, one tiny finger gently pressing against his cheek as she poked him.





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Dark green eyes, almost black in their intensity, slowly slid open. Their owner, a lanky male with wild black hair blinked slowly to clear the blurriness; currently seeing the world behind a dirty mirror. As he became more aware so did the area around him and a booming voice that echoed through the room. He knew two things, that the voice told him he was a Zodiac and that the man's name was Corvus. The recently realized Corvus, had one more epiphany as the voice continued to speak. Flashes of memory pierced his brain, fighting with the disorientation that threatened to overtake him. Corvus didn't know where he was or who the strange people before him were, but the faded memories of men in coats plunging a needle in his arm and sending him to sleep made it clear what was happening. The simulation had begun, he knew this in his very being. He was Player 1 and the first in game event had started. The next thought that reached through the fog covering his mind, was someone was speaking to him.

Like an old camera that didn't always quite work, he slowly focused on the person speaking to him, categorizing him as a party member in his head. Everything else was blocked out, the riddle spoken and quickly forgotten in wake of his new realization. The new voice soothed his frantic soul, pulling him back from the brink of a meltdown. Bright embroidery in the shape of the zodiac sign "Aquarius" caught his eye. The companion before him, now dubbed Aquarius reached out and gently touched him. Something in him clicked and quieted at the touch, feeling a sort of reassurance from the contact. While the other meant wake up in a more superficial sense, to Corvus the words had more meaning. Wake up from the simulation. The first step seemed to be solving some sort of puzzle, a common objective in games. Somehow he had a feeling he was never really good at those. Shakily he moved to his feet, taking in the rest of those in the room. Bright pink hair, gleaming in the dull light off the concrete room stole his easily distracted attention. Like his namesake, bright things easily drew his eye, the girl being no exception. She, like the others, had a zodiac sign as well. "Gemini," he said quietly. "Aqaurius," he said next now facing the man who woke him. "Npcs don't have roles, that makes you party members. Who is who, I wonder." Eyes that weren't all quite there looked at them one by one. "Party Leader," he announced looking at the zodiac marked Libra. The rest he was unsure although he had a feeling the frail girl marked pisces toward the back would fulfill the common trope of delicate flower cruelly plucked too soon. He was alright with that.

The others kept talking but he tuned them out, mentally switching on the deafen icon. A wave of silence followed, only perceptible by him and his unique way of thinking. He drifted around the room, examining the smooth walls and taking note of the camera's hidden up top. Of course they were watching, what was a stream without viewers. Pale long fingers, reached out to caressed the sides and floor, looking for hidden switches or bumps that may reveal secrets. To him the world was on pause, and he was free to interact as he wished. He approached the pink girl and titled his head, stepping almost on top of her in how close he was. Boundaries meant nothing to a player in control. He examined her, poking her in the cheek to see if she was as real as the rest. Ah. Solid. He was right, another member. Done with her he moved on, ignoring whatever others may have said in response to his actions. Having confirmed one, he had no need to confirm the rest. Bored and uninterested in the quest he moved to a corner of the room, burrowing himself into a protective ball, eyes alert an always watching. The threat of death prompted no fear, it was obvious this was their Spawn Point and he would simply respawn to repeat the events. He didn't feel like participating, he had always preferred the combat event over the intellect events. Let the other party members pull their weight and prove they weren't mere mobs.
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Paralyzed…the incapability of any movement. the most terrifying sensation to wake up to. Her body may have been frozen, but thankfully her eyes weren’t bogged down by this paralysis. Between the blurriness and bright lights she was able to make out the figures of others around her. This caused fear to ripple through her body and her mind to start running on where she could possibly be. However, the more her mind ran the more it came up empty. It was like every possible thing she thought of came up completely fuzzy and numb. Every part of her seemed to be gone. This only caused the fear to increase.

As the panic settled in she realized she needed to calm down. She didn't know if those around were friends or foes and she didn't want to come off as scared no matter what. That sort of weakness was not what she wanted, not when she couldn’t remember where or how she got there. She didn’t know if the others around were in her boat, so she had to be strategic on finding out where she was.

Focusing all her energy into the next step: movement. She finally was able to get her toes wiggling. With her focus back on her body and lot’s of concentration, she was able to get her her fingers to twitch and move as well. The ripple effect went throughout her body allowing her to finally gain the strength to sit up.

Suddenly a loud crackling noise filled up the room, followed by the most unhinged information. Every sentence just continued to send Vera’s mind into a scrambled mess. Instead of focusing on the announcement she zoned out and decided to focus on herself and her surroundings. As she looked down at her outfit she noticed the word “scorpio” plastered across her shirt and other zodiac names plastered on those around her. Across the room she could see a very startled girl with pastel hair gaining comfort from another person with pastel hair both with “gemini” on them, “weird pairing” she thought as she continued to look around at the others. Until suddenly her focused was last as he registered what had just been announced.

“If you fail….you die. Good Luck!” rung through her ears pulling her from her thoughts. Die what the hell had I gotten myself into, if only I had my fucking memories” she thought to herself as she finally stood up. Reading the riddle now plastered on the wall as she began noticing the walls moving in around her. “Fuck this isn’t a sick joke” she thought suddenly feeling the panic come over her again.

Everything was starting to become overwhelming and as she watched as the others began to figure out this stupid riddle she couldn’t help but wonder if those around her were completely trustable. She may not have all her memories but her gut feeling was telling her something was wrong. So instead of helping out the group she decided to watch the others for now and gain a reading on them all.

She watched as one by one others started slowing throwing out ideas breaking the whole riddle apart. Until the one with “aquaries” began talking and taking charge of the situation in a way. He made pretty god points and as he rambled on about them wanting them alive and wanting to make it simple, Vera began to get the idea she could trust him ever so slightly. However she was still keeping her eye on him because maybe he was just that good at making people trust his ideas.

Although her agreed with him she still kept quite and continued watching as she slowly paced a bit from the nervous. Even though she knew death was impeading outcome she decided to keep her mouth and ideas to herself for now until asked specifically. She wanted to continue getting a reading on the group before deciding if this was some sort of trap or they were trustable.


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a beast within the shadows, a feral creature that was only tame within its slumber. a walking nightmare, the once timid man who played violin with such a passion had been stripped clean and replaced with just that— a feral beast, waiting to sink its teeth into its staggering victim. though the quietness of its surroundings would soon be ripped apart by the blaring of an alarm, causing darken brown eyes to open in a flutter— blood shot and disoriented, the feeling of needing to vomit came out of no where from deep within his stomach. even if he could hurl, there wasn’t anything left within his stomach to eject— so he was simply left with this painful urge to hurl, only causing his temper to rise.

as he started to regain consciousness, the ear piercing alarm shot through his ears causing him to let out a low groan— his ability to focus was shot as he felt as though he was on cloud nine and not in a good way. everything felt clouded, fuzzy and muffled— it felt hot, his skin hot to the touch as though he was filled with infection. nothing made sense to him, nothing felt safe to him, all he wanted was for that noise to stop. kore placed his hands against his face, rubbing his dark blood shot eyes at an attempt to wipe away that fuzzy feeling— but no avail. he wasn’t sure what to do, the newly developing feeling of rage had started to climb up once again and it made him grind his teeth together. though thankfully, that unbearable ringing had finally stopped… allowing him to have some sort of relief.

pushing himself up from the stiff mattress, kore realized that he had been sharing a space with about… thirteen others? what? this couldn’t be, kore remembered going to sleep and… that’s it. that’s all he could remember, nothing else. completely stripped of who he once was, was no longer there— he was a stranger to even himself, the ability to remember even going to bed was completely gone. kore let himself take in his new surroundings, everything was bare and dark… kinda of like a hospital room but even more depressing, if there ever could be such a thing. the grumpy giant wasn’t sure what to do as he let his leg fall to the sides of his bed, placing his feet against the cold ground. the new feeling made his stomach hurt even more, as if that small movement caused him to have motion sickness— but the thought of smelling vomit in a airtight room… the strength to keep it in was a lot stronger then letting it out.

shaking his head, kore pinched the bridge of his nose and gave it a gentle rub. ignoring the shuffling of bodies and the panic filled voices of those around him, his attention was brought to the horrid color of pink— but for some reason, it brought him some level of… comfort? that couldn’t be. again, another new feeling yet this time he didn’t feel like shit afterwards, maybe it was something to do with the color or perhaps it was the person. she looked miserable, weak and scared, all things that kore would take advantage of— but not her. why was that he wondered, yet he didn’t dwell on it for to long as he found himself getting closer to the source of his comfort. only now noticing her nails digging into her own skin, scratching away at the protective layer and drawing a little blood.

“why are you doing that? your making yourself bleed” he spoke to her, his voice was scratchy yet had small level of comfort. it was both concern and confusion, but it was cut short by the sound of a speaker— an annoying voice, yet the unknown voice knew more about them then they did themselves. biting down on his tongue, kore listened to the vague yet threatening statements… more confused then he was before, his confusion would soon only turn to anger, an angry he would want to inflict upon anyone around him.

why was this happening to him? what did he do that resulted him in such a situation, why wouldn’t he remember what he did yesterday or who he was? did he do something wrong, was this some sort of sick punishment he deserved for some reason?

questions shot through his brain at such a fast pace, his inability to answer even one was infuriating to him— but let’s be honest, we already know kore is angry. it’s inevitable at this point, but staring at the little blurb of pink was soothing to the soul— he didn’t wanna be away from it. no matter how much he wanted to lash out, the idea of causing her to run away from him and casting him away just… didn’t sit right with him. plus, for whatever reason he physically couldn’t do it, as if his feet were glued to the floor. he hadn’t paid much mine to the riddle, as kore was in no mental state to even think of something— he glued his attention to the smaller figure next to him.

watching as she slammed her head into the wall, kore arched his brow ever so slightly— was she crazy or what? taking a slight glance at her shirt, he noticed that hers had said gemini, same as him. was that the reason he felt so inclined to her? he had reached his arm out to grab her shoulder, in an attempt to keep her from hurting herself again but she stopped before he even grabbed her. it was an odd sight really, but considering the circumstances… he wasn’t in the position to really question what was going on or what is now considered normal. as she turned her attention back to kore, watching as she got incredibly close to him— far to close to a stranger, that sort of comfortable close you’d do with something you truly know.
yet it didn’t seem to matter in the case, and even so… kore didn’t even mind.

as she wrapped her around around his forearm, pressing her body as close to his as possible, kore took in a deep breath. the urge to throw up soon went away, the thumping of his heart slowed down and his weird fuzzy feeling subsided and he began to be more level headed. letting out the breath he had, he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the relief he felt, looking down at Pinkadelic. “Pretty comfortable around a stranger , you must know me from somewhere ms. pinkie pie” the question was rhetorical, but he couldn’t help but let those words fall from his lips. Such relief was meet from seeing someone you’ve known for a while, yet he knew nothing about her— so very strange. “Either way, why don’t we just… stick close to one another until we get this shit figured out huh?” he asked her, though he really wasn’t asking.

perhaps it was the serum, perhaps it was this new strange environment… we shall never know, the reaction of such a drug is so new considering this batch of test subjects were the first to even survive injection— what’s a mild stomach ache in the face of creating killer machines? a small price to pay, but unknown to all the serum within this staggering six foot nine giant had utterly stripped him of any sort of reasoning or temper control— when they say a walking ticking time bomb, kore really was just that. though who would know? they’ve been in such a slumber, maybe having two gemini’s was a mistake— an uncontrollable beast while the other shakes like a leaf.

maybe they needed each other, maybe they needed to be terminated… we’ll soon find out won’t we?

soon enough everyone had woken up, either they were trying to figure out the riddle or were just trying to take everything in and not have a literal panic attack. it was strange and scary at the same time, the walls moving in closer to essentially crush them all if they didn’t figure it out. he didn’t quite understand the logic behind it, what if they had picked people that didn’t understand riddles? what then? kore didn’t understand, but I mean who would. it was only a matter of time until one of the newly awaken individuals had begun to make their way over to the pair, another weird individual. with a closer look, kore could see that this person had the word Cancer on his shirt— yet he was getting too close for comfort. a quiet, yet threatening growl started up within his throat.

kore suddenly felt a surge of anger go through him once again as the strange man stepped closer to his wob of bubble gum, a little snarl came from within his throat as he glared at the stranger. again, he couldn’t explain why he felt so inclined at protecting this girl— but he would be damned if he’d let someone hurt her. “the fuck are you doing” he barked at the raven haired boy, seeing as he dared to put a finger in her face— a hotness shot within the pit of his stomach, a new sensation for the once timid college graduate. though his statement was left without response, as the guy just went on his way to the other Zodiacs. in all honesty, if he had poked him in the face like that he would have broken his finger— or his wrist, either would have worked. looking back towards the girl, his chocolate brown eyes had some sort of comfort within them, as if asking if she was alright without even saying anything.




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The abyss stretched long and wide, it seemed no matter how hard Luke tried to pull himself out of it, the darkness only stretched wider. There was no light, no sound, no thoughts, nothing but...an extremely irritating poking sensation. The fury seemed to rip Luke from his death-like sleep, muscles beginning to twitch and fighting the slumber off so that he could open his eyes and punch whoever was poking him right in the face.

An even more annoying muffled sound grated on his nerves, until Luke finally shot upright and glared at his surrounding as if they personally offended him. Who the hell were these people? Where the hell were they? Why wasn't he...well where was he even supposed to be in the first place?

The confusion only served to fray his nerves more, turning to lash out his rising anger on the person who had been poking him.
"Who the hell are you and don't you have something better to be doing?"
He practically growled at her, on edge in unfamiliar surroundings with a large group of people he didn't know.

A cracking noise drew his attention from the girl with the frosty hair, a voice suddenly speaking to them over an intercom. The cryptic message only further agitated him, he wasn't in any mood to be playing stupid games.

Now that he was no longer being poked, he took another look around the room to survey the faces of his fellow prisoners. They all looked scared, confused, or both. A few began to panic, while others tried to think through the stupid riddle that was supposed to save their lives. Clearly, none of them were willing to get off their asses and do anything.

With an annoyed huff, Luke stood from the ground and approached the wall as it moved closer.
"Let me out of here or so help me I'll make you eat your own intestines!"
Luke shouted with a strong kick to the wall. His foot screamed in protest, but something within him couldn't stop hitting the wall, even as it moved closer.






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persephone didn't have the will to continue hitting her head or scratching at her arms, not now that this other gemini was here. she wanted to respond, tell him it was because she was trying to wake herself up but no words came and she was soon cut off by the damned speaker. the commotion that occurred after the announcement was annoying. for seph couldn't get her mind straight but at least she was starting to feel less like a cowering puppy. she continued her grip on the gemini man and observed everyone discussing the riddle. her attention was drawn from them and the impending doom of the closing walls by his voice yet again.
pinkie pie? what an odd nickname... she thought to herself before catching a glimpse of pink in her peripheral. reaching up with her free hand and pulled a lock of hair into her view and her eyes widened slightly. oh, maybe it's not that odd after all. she was now made aware she had a head full of bright pink hair. she had no recollection of dying it that color but hell she had no recollection of anything. her name was still foreign to her. moving past her realization she looked up at the man, also just now realizing how tall he was. she really needed to start paying more attention, her life was practically on the line here. she shrugged in response, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I don't think I know you. But maybe I do. Everything's...fuzzy..." her voice came out scratchy but light. she couldn't explain this feeling of attraction. and it wasn't romantic attraction, nor was it platonic. it was the kind that you can't explain. it was if a wire was connecting her to him and a part of her feared that if they got too far apart it would snap. she did not know what was to come of this dire situation they found themselves in, but she knew she wanted to stick it through by this giant's side. lost in her own head yet again, she nearly missed his next words. could he read her mind or something? the edge of her lips twitched upwards a bit. potentially a small smile, but yet it felt wrong to smile in such a situation so she returned to her neutral expression. "Yes I would like that." she nodded, eyeing another male approaching them. "uhm I did this," she paused, motioning to the scratches on her arm, "to try and wake myself up. i wanted to see if this was real or just a nightmare." for some reason seph felt as if she owed him an explanation.
the male approaching kept coming, closer and closer until he was basically right on top of her. persephone was frozen. why was he so close? why was he interested in her? she had barely even spoke and only just stood up a moment ago. why wasn't he joining the group that had formed in front of the riddle? she found herself holding her breath. though she should feel fear, she still didn't. this person did not give off a threatening aura at all. she was simply confused. however she found herself leaning away from his hand as it drew near her face. regardless of her gut feelings, this environment and these people were all strangers and she didn't know who she could trust. well everyone except the man who's arm she was clutching. she could trust him. her eyebrows furrowed as this dark haired man with the intense stare poked her cheek and then walked away. the hell? her thoughts were vocalized by the male next to her, the hostility in his voice making seph feel like she needed to punch the guy who just poked her. for literally no other reason than the anger dripping from his voice ignited a fire in her stomach. anger flashed within her as well, but it came to pass. that was strange... she thought as her body relaxed, eyes fixated on the male receding. giving the tale male a reassuring squeeze with the arm she had latched around him, she brought her gaze up to his. "all good." was her simple response before she was tugging him to follow after the male and approach the group gathering near the center. she had just felt the cool concrete wall pressing into her back and knew they couldn't stay where they were for long.
as her feet moved across the floor, many a strange sensation trickled throughout her body. it's as if she was waking up. she began to walk with more of a purpose. she had stopped trembling and her face though neutral was rather cold, as if daring someone to test her. the pink haired girl stopped, causing the male to stop with her. she didn't want to get too close, she'd rather observe from a distance but didn't feel like having the walls on her back at the same time. she noted someone already seeming to take charge. another tall male with a mop of jet black curls. his voice was different than hers or anyone else's. it had an accent of some sort. to be honest, she wasn't really hearing what he was saying, instead she had an intense urge to touch his hair. it looked quite soft. to combat this odd thought she began twirling the ends of her own hair in her free hand. it was a soothing action. she had a feeling accent boy knew the answer and she willed him to just say it already. they were running out of time.
the tingling sensation running through her veins was starting to die down.
suddenly someone was yelling and making a racket to her right. she jumped slightly, head swiveling to find a very angry male kicking and pounding the moving walls. she tsked, tilting her head as she called out to him. "that's not gonna stop the walls you know. you'll just hurt yourself." her voice was soft yet laced with a matter-of-fact tone. with the situation they were in, needlessly injuring yourself could prove to be detrimental to the group. so she hoped the angry man would stop.




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Dark eyes were shrink-wrapped in annoyance. In one corner, a few bodies that seemed to fight with the walls, with little reasoning, in another—people who seemed not to want to answer, at least, it looked like it. The riddle wasn’t hard, shouldn’t have been in the slightest; had it been so hard that they couldn’t decipher its answer, they would’ve already been squished by now. And what was worse? Not even a guess towards the answer, which could have made another step further towards their freedom onto the next room. Zeki pursed his lips, disappointment falling congruent upon his brows and lips, vexation near befalling his chest.

And then a singular word. "Дурак.”

The woman before him, whose eyes were reminiscent of the Devil himself, spoke again—and as much as he’d hated to admit it, she was right. Chewing on his lip, though cone subconsciously, did them no favors. It wouldn’t solve the riddle, it wouldn’t magically teleport them to the nearest escape; it only wasted time.

Zeki thinks over the riddle again, shuts his eyes and raises a brow—it hits him then, how he could bottle-feed the answer to his peers. To him, it seemed they awaited the word of another to continue further in their intellectual conquest. The minimal amount, that was. "An abstract concept? Something metaphysical?" She was close in a way, closer than the morons who were fighting the walls were, and offered more than just violence to concrete walls.

“Dread?” The walls only seemed to push their ways in faster, as the wasted seconds go by, and yet not another answer.

He shakes his head to her, gestures for the stranger (who, mind you, was far too close for comfort) to shut her eyes with him. “Shut your eyes and think about it. Kids fear it all the time,” he hopes that the idea is obvious, that the others would catch onto the words he sprays before opening his eyes again, rubbing out the fatigue. “Sığırs! Use your heads instead of fighting things you can’t hurt,” his throat felt rawer than before, dried out and paired with the frustration of lackluster thinking.

Darkness. A relatively simple answer to a riddle that presented itself far more complicated than it actually was. To those around him, however, he was unsure if they'd catch on as well. He didn't want to answer it, figured that if they were all smart enough, they'd get it too without having to be hand-fed the rest of the thinking. Zeki turns to another man, the Taurus who seemed just as annoyed as he; one of the two of them who seemed to know the answer, had the man not doubted his own thought. He's said it before, and maybe it would catch on. "Don't think too hard about it," Zeki gave him a nod of reassurance, "you can't see it, but you're scared of it. Lights out."



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The moment the one female said 'dread' the walls started to move in close. Romeo looked around the room because he wanted someone else to answer this god-forsaken question as he couldn't risk being wrong, but time was running out. Romeo sighed as he began to rub his temples because he was trying not to think, did he care if he died? Or if everyone else here was in the same predicament? The answer was 'no' for one reason and for one reason only; he couldn't remember anything besides his fucking name. He did have anyone that he even remotely cared about, and no one here cared about him either.

Romeo just stood there as the walls continue to move in and move in, he yawned. He looked around at the others to see if they had some idea of what the answer was. He thought he knew the answer but he wasn't taking the risk of being wrong. He didn't want to be responsible for their deaths if he said the wrong answer as there were several possibilities for the answer. "Does anyone know the answer? I'm not sure if the answer I have is correct and I don't want us all to die," he said out of annoyance. Everything was so peaceful when his eyes were shut and he was sleeping. Why couldn't it be like that now?

He began to pace around the room as it began to get smaller and smaller. No one was speaking up. He just wanted someone to say the damn answer and make them look intelligent. Was that too much to ask for? He could tell that room was recently put together as it still smelled new, so essentially the room should not be super sturdy. He wondered what would happen if he kicked the wall. One of the men was going around thinking this was a videogame and we were in his party. It sounded completely psychotic, but look at where they were. He almost found it amusing.
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A riddle, A rhyme, A rule. The sentences blending into millions, this was a classic game that thirst for one's blood to spill. Slow they were, he knows too of it's tricks. Such a vague riddle with hundreds of words to answer, yet if they were indeed running with time ticking on their backs then guessing would not suffice. He had his answers, he had his conclusions. But who could guarantee that either of those were even correct, if it were indeed just him, then this voice of his would have sang the hundreds of seconds leading to his eventual death. Why hide the idea of meeting the inevitable? Though the pride and rage that courses through his veins would never allow him such a thing. Contradictions, confusion and most of all the person he woke up seems to have quite the peculiar mind. They seem to blabber about having party members? what was that again? an npc? What on earth are they trying to say? was it a delusion? or perhaps an injury that they unfortunately sustained? he doesn't know and he musn't judge.

As the walls click and whine, he saw another kicking the walls and yelling as if he could rip down the walls himself. Unfortunately, he is sure that won't be a viable option. He shares the sentiment but, he knew well to stay calm. He would rather not let those who treated them like pawns to have the satisfaction, never in a million times. Then it creaks while it fasten it's pace to cave in around them, after the other labeled "Leo" have contributed their cause. Unfortunately, it seems to fasten their death if anything. "Dread" was indeed another plausible answer, though it seems even Virgo have something to say regarding the very words that could possibly set them free. For now however, he would rather have everyone gather up in the center lest they like to become the first being crushed.
"I don't know about you, but I think we should probably avoid going anywhere near the walls."
He suggested, or more akin to a warning as he took a step back with his hands in the air.

Even pushing someone to take a step backwards with him into the middle of the room should they still stood beside him, slow precise movements. This was a rabbit hole, one that would seem to hsve another awaiting. It would be too easy to let them go, reality sealed any shred of hope. Gazing up towards the ceiling he studied for anything, any cracks, any mechanism that may be present. He turn his head around counting each of the people here, in honesty would they like to play an even more dangerous game? he doubts it and neither does he, though it is a faster yet risky solution. With how slow the pace is now, he wondered just how many more wrong answer can it take before they meet a gruesome end. Even if his memory held no answers, he is certain that this isn't how he wish to meet his end. Who would dare to okay him dirty like this, they must have really thought of another as expendable resources. That tasted very bitter in his tongue, figures. The only advice he could offer for now would be to refrain from panicking and stick close, at the very least they could still buy some time before things really hit the fan.
"Well, if worst comes to it. I could try and hold the walls, but let's be real. It probably won't make any difference, so take your time."
He uttered in an effort to comfort any distraught individual that is stuck in the room with him, after all they most likely will die together so from here on out it's obvious to stick and try to discuss it as much as possible unless someone else managed to knock the hundred answers down to one.






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Olivia couldn't help but flinch back slightly as the man came alive all at once, shooting upright with a glare that he fixed in her direction. She blinked at him as he growled at her, his biting words sinking into her mind as she continued to stare at him. Her lips pursed in a slight pout as she processed what he had said to her. All she had done was try and wake him up. Maybe he hadn't wanted to be woken up? Or maybe he didn't like people touching him? Still, he didn't have to be so mean about it. As she tried to figure out what to say to him in return, he was already standing and striding away from her, his shouts soon filling to room.

"Someone is grumpy." She mumbled to herself as she pushed herself upright, brushing the legs of her pants off before straightening fully upright. She swept her gaze around the room and saw that while she had been waking Mr. Grumpy-Pants up, the rest of the group had been roused. Pleased that everyone was accounted for, she joined the group at the wall, gazing at the riddle with a curious expression and tilted head. She was hesitant to speak any answers out-loud for fear they were wrong and would only hasten them to their deaths. Not only that, but riddles didn't seem to be her strong suit as it was, her brow furrowing as she tried to puzzle out the answer.

"The answer is Darkness."

The sudden voice had her swiveling her gaze to one of the men, her eyes spying the word "Libra' scrawled across his shirt. Her eyes darted back to the wall, considering his words. It made sense when she thought about it and his confident tone made it seem like that was surely the answer. Her eyes remained fixed on the wall, wondering what was going to happen now.





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