Room 323

[deadlybacon7]

(You've been told to come into a certain Room 323 in an obscure hotel named Der Abendsraum. You have no idea why. Since you reply to this thread, you arrive in the room to meet your host.)
(I'm starting this for fun and practice's sake, it's been a while for me.)


5 Chairs. One for me, 4 for the game, thought Ethan. One table, 5 vials. One for the Broken, Two for the Wretched, and Three for the Gifted. Continued the voice in Ethan's head. The room was darkly lit, filled only with the sparse furnishings described to Ethan by the voice and a door for the chosen to enter. Ethan had no idea how many had been invited, only that they were going to be tested. For what, he did not know. With a sigh, Ethan allowed himself to relax into his chair across the table and allowed his mind and body to wait for the invitees.

[pawz9]

*enters the room arms crossed formally across his chest hands resting on the grips of his pistols wondering why he was brought here*

[deadlybacon7]

"Welcome, chosen. Have a seat in one of the chairs across. I can't tell you why you're here yet, but I'll need to see the card that was given to you. You can also lay those firearms on the table. One doesn't cross his arms like that if not to conceal a weapon." started Ethan. He patiently waited for the newcomer to do as he had asked, to refuse him would be very dangerous.

[pawz9]

*removes pistols and lays them on the table and hands the mysterious stranger his card*

[deadlybacon7]

"Ah I see. The message is hard to interpret. Give me a moment." He ran his fingers up and down the card, the tips of his claws almost scratching the cardstock. The image displayed on the card contained several intertwined spiral shapes so complex one may not think they meant a thing. Looking up from the card and laying it on the table, he placed it under one of the vials. Gifted. This is your vial. Take it, drink it. I can assure you it will not permanently harm you.


Taking the vial and thrusting it toward Pawz in a quick smooth motion, he urged him to take the vial. To drink whatever may be in there.

[pawz9]

*takes the vial and drinks it knowing his failsafe was still In place*

[deadlybacon7]

"How does it make you feel? Gifted? Broken? Wretched?" Asked Ethan. He studied Pawz reaction, his eyes attentive and his face drawn.

[pawz9]

"I see the truth behind the lies I see their pain behind their eyes"

[deadlybacon7]

An odd effect, Ethan thought, not at all what I expected from this man. He leaned back into the chair and studied Pawz' face. "How gnomic of you, well done. You were not brought here for vague philosophies. How does the potion make you feel?"

[pawz9]

"as I said I see that which they try to conceal I see the light in the dark"

[deadlybacon7]

"Broken, you seem. How curious. What an interesting development. Extraordinary.". Immediately, Ethan was in fact intrigued. This was not at all the effect he had anticipated the vial would have on its victim. He stood in his chair and forcefully commanded Pawz to sit. This would take a true test.

[pawz9]

*grins* "I see this was not what you expected at all what you did expect I may never know however your face betrays your thoughts"

[deadlybacon7]

"Well aren't you clever, a step above who usually comes here. I can see we'll be the best of friends and the worst of enemies. What do you see in my face, what message do I send you? You have a knack for decoding, how about you shared it?" Ethan was somewhat obviously annoyed, not something he had tried to hide. He glared into Pawz' eyes, picking out little bits about him as well. Pawz seemed confident, as if he could best Ethan in the long run. Ethan didn't doubt in a fight Pawz would give him a run for his money, but intellectually, Ethan felt superior. He would see if he truly could best this stranger.

[.: ♥ Kiniia ♥ :.]

A slight knock on the door announced another arrival, Ryennia.


the knock was weak, and a little cautious. "h-hello? I don't want to intrude....but I was told to come here...i-is this the right room?"


She was small in stature, biting her lip as a nervous tendency. Her fur was brilliantly white, with a few light pink markings along her body, and rather long, loosely curled light blonde hair, a nice compliment to her fur. She didn't bring any weapons, as she disliked them. Her friends always said she was too naive and trusting.

She was tempted to try to door, but she couldn't raise her hand to the door again due to her nerves. so she patiently waited for a response instead.

[pawz9]

"there is someone at the door you might want to get it don't worry I can keep myself occupied"