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Old 05-02-2017, 06:11 PM   #43
Dance till you're dead~
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Here's hoping I don't regret this.

OOC: Well Heather, looks like you're stuck with me.



In an area as ominous as this, one would be wise to keep their wits about them and to trust nothing but their instincts. Nothing is ever as it seems. Perhaps you should have paid more attention to your Pokémon companions, perhaps you should have heeded their warnings. But you have no time to ponder such issues now. As you take your first step into the Bastion as the world falls away from under your feet and your vision goes dark. The last thing you register as you fall is a strange pain in your neck...
"...What the FUCK is going on here?! Where are we?!"
Loud, angry and panicked yelling wakes you from your slumber, and you rise to find yourself in an unfamiliar corridor. It seemed like something from the olden days - candles adorned the walls giving off faint light that mixed with the almost unnatural lighting from the crystalline light fixture that hung from the ceiling. Straight ahead of you were a set of stairs leading... who knows where, and there were doors either side of you too. And behind you was... nothing, just a wall. That was a cause for alarm.
The first thing you notice is that your two pokemon companions don't seem to be with you - though a quick rummage through your bag results in you finding them both safe inside their Pokéballs. Seems like they were returned to them by someone...
The second thing you notice is that you're not alone. Around you lie three other people in various states of waking. The first is a woman in a dumpy flowery dress, who seemed to look much older than you. She sat upright quite suddenly, muttering something about fire. Whoever she was, she looked pretty unstable. Beside her lay a small boy, who hadn't woken up yet. The child looked almost serene as he slept, his backwards facing cap sitting snugly upon his head as if it hadn't been moved at all. Lastly, behind you stood a young man - the source of the yelling you heard previously. He seemed to be around your age, dressed in a red vest-top and shorts. He also had sweatbands on every limb - was he an athlete? His loud demeanor was good enough to be one. The man banged on the wall a couple more times but it was all for naught - it wasn't going to budge. He gave the wall one last angry punch before resigning himself to the truth. Looks like you were trapped here. Locked in a strange house with a panicked group of people you've never met before... The only question you could ask yourself is...
What do you do?

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