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[Dark Cloud]

♪ And when I wake up... ♪

^{@Kenshi, @RainyHigh, and @VladKorkov}

It is like the beginning of every cliché adventuring party beginning...You all wake up in an empty stone chamber with a single doorway.

The question is...What will you do?

[RainyHigh]

Sharp pain in the neck awoke Lana, and she opened her eyes to peer around her. She saw two other figures, but her eyes were still blurry with sleep and eye-boogers as she slowly sat up to rub them. Her eyeliner smudged as she rubbed her eyes, so she looked more like a raccoon than before.

Her hands touched the cool stone floor before her, smooth to the touch in certain areas. Sighing, she reached for her purse to grab her very tiny flashlight but found space around her. Her purse was nowhere around.

"Dammit."

Lana then looked at the two sleeping figures and then at the door. She could try and wake the two on the ground but decided against it and went for the door.

She placed her hand on the door and tried to open it.

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 2

^@RainyHigh

Hmm? Why isn't it opening? Wait! You realize it has a handle and you uh...Forgot to uh...Turn it.

[RainyHigh]

Lana found the door remained shut and did not budge one bit. She then pulled hard on it again just in case. Nothing.

"What the hell?"

But then, through her sleepy stupor, she realized she didn't turn the damn door.

She started to chuckle at herself. Just like usual, she was forgetful and clumsy.

As an afterthought, she reached down to her ankle feeling to make sure her dagger was there.

While bending down, she used her other hand and tried to twist the door handle to see if it would open.

[Kenshi]

" I just had the weirdest dream, I was inside this giant eagles belly, and I think I was it's baby....hey, this doesn't look like my office."
Stan stood up slowly gaining his6 Composure ,he could see a woman having trouble with a door.
Being the good Samaritan as always, Stan walks over to the young woman.
"Allow me ma'am. " he said as[ he turned the door knob.

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 2
Result: 5

^@RainyHigh

Panic strikes as you feel nothing while you place your hand where you could've sworn a knife was. But on the bright side the door opens easily and dim light pours in to the room.

Result: 1

^@Kenshi

Stanley turns the handle alright. However the door has other plans it seems and shouts at him "Hey! What the hell are you doing the doors open!".

[Kenshi]

Stan jumps back "Just who the hell are you door and how are you speaking my language?"
Stan looks at the girl all suave like "Let me handle this, I'm an accountant after all, and these are shark infested waters."

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 2
Result: 6

^@Kenshi

Well in your attempt to distance yourself from the talking door you fall on your ass unceremoniously but like the born accountant you are you stand up and after several minutes you successfully help the door solve it's taxes and other money problems, it was strange how the paperwork appeared from nowhere but you help the door named Doorian. However you need to file all this damn paperwork...But where?

[RainyHigh]

As Lana felt the door start to open, one of the figures behind her began to speak. She felt nothing at her ankle and groaned, though the stranger probably thought she might be whining at them.

And then the stranger went and grabbed the door in the process and turned it himself before she could open it. Lana stood and took a few steps back, crossing her arms over her upper stomach as the strange person opened the door fully, letting light enter the stone room they were enclosed in before.

And then she heard a voice say, "Hey! What the hell are you doing the doors open!".

The stranger then talks to the voice and replies, but if she didn't know better, it seemed he was talking to the door itself.

Preposterous.

The stranger fell, and papers--tax papers--fell out of thin air. The person began to sort through the documents stating they were an accountant.

"What the fuck is going on?" Lana said aloud. She peered back at the third person still slumbering in the darkness behind them. Stepping through the door, she nudged some of the papers as she walked by.

Turning around, she looked down at the accountant stranger and said, "Did this door just give you its taxes?"

"Am I tripping on acid?" She asked herself more than anyone else.

"Hey," she said to the accountant. "Are you going to do the taxes?"

"Fuck this."

"Hey, door. Doorian or whatever." She peered close at the door, looking for some speaker to see where the noise came from when it 'spoke' earlier. "Where the hell are we? Were we drugged? Was I drugged?"

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 5

^@RainyHigh

Unbeknownst to you that nudge not only tipped the entire stack onto the slightly damp stone tiles, it also ruined the life insurance paperwork causing the door to swear and curse up a veritable storm, creating more paperwork for the accountant.

"Nah you weren't drugged," it says calming down "You just kinda appeared."

[RainyHigh]

Lana flinched when the door, Doorian, began to shout at her and the accountant. She saw more paperwork appeared for the stranger to do. As she listened and watched the door for a speaker--she found none. The voice sounded closer than a speaker could--louder too.

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to see if there was an opening for someone to throw the paperwork from--but found a solid ceiling there.

"We appeared here?" She responded when Doorian finally cooled off--at least it sounded like they did; it's not like a door could have feelings--right?

"Like, magic?" She asked as she looked at the accountant with a bit of sadness. The paperwork did not look fun at all to her. "Like paper appearing out of thin air, and a door talking--magic?"

[VladKorkov]

"Foolish mortals, it's obvious that none of you were trained in the ways of the blade. This is not something humans like you can handle, allow me to sort out our problem with my Katana. It matters not to me if a door has magic or can manage to speak, the words mean nothing to a real warrior"

Oda had been sticking to the shadows, clad in full Samurai armor with his clan's emblem painted on the chestpiece and shoulders. Of course, he stuck out like a sore thumb as it was a royal set of armor meant only for the greatest warriors, crafted by the finest smiths in all of Japan. In his mind, though, he was completely hidden in his little corner before speaking.

Chest forward and shoulders back, trying to puff himself up into a regal posture full of power and mystery, he raises his sword and shouts "Strike of the Seven Suns!" before adopting a hilariously rehearsed stance and slashing at the door (Or what he thought was the door, it might be just a wall as his eyesight isn't the best), blade moving faster than the eye could see.

With his fluid movement done, he sheaths his Katana in the typical movie-fashion, stopping about an inch before fully closed for a second, then slamming it the rest of the way in as a SHHIIINNGGHH plays in the background. If looking closely enough, you could almost see the few naked strands of hair from under his helmet wave in a breeze coming from nowhere.

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 1
Result: 5

^@VladKorkov

Like a master samurai you slash at the door scaring the fucking bajeezus out of the woman who was speaking to a literal door, you do hit the door however your perplexed when it parries your blow with it's handle "Omayu Shindayu" it says. The background music makes you sound like less of a jackass though.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

In the darkest corers of the room, away from the open door, a figure that was stiff as a board and about as tall leaned against the wall like you would a mannequin. It was unconscious like the rest of them. Or at the very least, as unconscious as something like it could be. Then the darkness was illuminated by a sudden spark that erupted from the things neck as its entire body jerked. Slowly, sight and function retuned to Mr. Wonderfull.

What a first sight it was! A samurai, a full on Samurai, locked in a life or death duel with a door. An exchange the door emerged the winner off, amazingly enough, parrying the man with its bare...handle.

"My, M-m-m-m-m-my, how

wonderful!

"

The animatronic stiffly clapped its hands three times, a loub metal clang echoing through the hallways every time, before throwing them in the air and firing a few fireworks from its sleeves in celebration of the doors victory.

"An im-im-im-impressive display, young master!" It said. "Though if you wish to win the game it is imperative that you waste no time. After all, here in Wonderwo_ _ _ _ _EROOR EROOR EROOR."

Mr. Wonderfull spun his head completely around, taking in entire room. This wasn't Wonderworld. No, no, no, this place was entirely too drab for his masters tastes. He would have created something far more whimsical.

"I app-app-app-appear to be mistaken. This is not my home. All contact with master control severed. Am I p-p-p-perhaps a Player?" He said.

[VladKorkov]

Oda felt the sword nearly get ripped from his hands mid-swing and stepped backwards after sheathing his blade, starting at the door in disbelief. His warrior-like composure still in place, he kept his left hand on the katana and raised his right in a balled fist shaking with anger.

"NANI?! What kind of treachery is this? I will not be disrespected by a door!"

Knowing a second attack would most likely receive the same treatment, he turned his icy glare to the robotic man that had emerged shortly after himself. He was about to open his mouth behind his black and gold Oni half mask, but was interrupted by a fantastic display of fireworks. This threw him off as the sound boomed throughout the room, causing the samurai to take a cautious step towards the closest wall.
He still paid the others no attention, instead choosing to keep a lock on the dapper thing in front of him.

"What kind of monster are you? It's obvious this is nobody's home, especially not yours as you come from the depths of Hell themselves. Speak, or feel the rage of one thousand suns backed by the entire force of the Land of the Rising Sun! As it's Champion, the one to Unite the people of my country, I will not accept further disrespect from peasants!"

As he finishes the grand speech, Oda settles into a sumo-type stance, left hand still resting on the hilt of his blade, trying to assert his alpha demeanor on those around him in a test of power.

"Surrounded by beasts and peasants, a Samurai shall not falter!"

[Dark Cloud]

Result: 2

^{@Gentlemanvaultboy}

[VeyrinDay]

"Ugh, my head..." Cate found herself laying on her stomach. Her pair of glasses on her face was somehow still intact. "Where am I? I guess I'm lost again, this is the third time of this month... why do wizarding schools need to have so complicated building layout?"

Cate managed to stand up. "Hi, my name's Cate, I'm currently teaching at Thule Academy, do you all happen to know which way is it to the auditorium...? Oh, clumsy me, there is only one door here."

Cate put her wand out, swished it a little in an attempt to unlock the door, but then she hesitated. "Wait, that's not a door, that's a male Portarian species... my goodness, this is their mating season and it looks like that this one is rather cranky now... and since none of us here is a female Portarian, I'll try to put its heat down."

Cate attempted to summon the Portarian favorite prey in order to persuade the door-shaped creature to turn itself open.

[RainyHigh]

Before Lana heard an answer from Doorian, several more figures appeared inside the darkroom. She counted five, including herself, which was odd. When she woke moments ago, there were only three--she swore.

Was her brain becoming that addled with age? However, she wasn't that old for a human.

And then one of the people slashed at the door with a sword. A fucking sword. She wanted that katana. As of now, she had no dagger at her ankle, but she did have her secret weapon still. But a katana, hell, a katana would be lovely to have right now.

The other two people made themselves known, although one was certainly not human. The other had a wand and waved it about as though they could do magic.

Lana began to massage her temples as she listened to the person wielding the katana speak, music play from seemingly nowhere, fireworks display, and the person who explained to Doorian the damn door was in heat.

And that's when she knew she was high as a kite.

Yup.

High.

Lana turned and took a step away from the craziness and to go on a quest for water. Maybe to drown in.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

Mr. Wonderfull lowered his arms after what can only be called an anemic display of fireworks. A short spray of white sparks, two tiny rockets that fizzled out before exploding, and when he lowered his arms a ton of snakes had fallen out of his sleeves and shattered into ashy bits on the floor. Clearly he had not been packed with the good stuff before he had been shipped out here.

Nonetheless it had gotten the samurai's attention, the man backing against the wall. It wasn't an uncommon reaction to Mr. Wonderfull, he had seen many a person shrink away from him when he made himself known. Many more then moved on to the samurais next step, puffing out their chests and attempting to wrest some sort of control over their situation by threatening the strangest thing in the room. Though, unlike most of them, this one was armed. Mr. Wonderfull felt a twinge of what might be exactment as he was threatened. Normally his memory was constantly backed up to Master Control so that any attempt on his life was pointless. He would simply be reuploaded to a similar body should he be dismantled in some way. This was no longer the case, however. Death here would be quite permanent.

A polite and conciliatory attitude was to be adopted in order to ensure his continued existence for the time being. Jerkily, like the hand of a clock, he brought his arm up to the rim of his hat, took it off, and bowed to the man. "I mu-mu-must have appeared so r-r-r-rude. My designation is Mr. Wonderfull, my l-l-l-lord. I am the gracious host of Wonderworld and facilitator of the games ther-r-r-in."

It wasn't long after that that another of the wonderful guests of this place awoke and introduced herself. Pivoting its bow to her, "It is a p-p-p-pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mi-miss. Unfortunately, you ap-ap-appear to be caught up in some manner of-"

Before it could explain its theory on what was happening the woman made her way to the door and declared it some kind of magical creature. As she did the woman that had been first examining the door simply wandered further down the hall.

"All of our lives may very well be in d-d-d-danger." It said, its tone not dropping an octave below 'cheery.' He hadn't wanted to step outside because it very well may have been a death trap, but if someone else was going first that changed things. He stepped forward which a whirring of gyros, stiffly swinging its arms as it clomped across the floor. "It would be-behoove you to be cautious, miss."

As it reached the edge of the door it looked out beyond and, being an expert on them in all shapes and sizes, attempted to spot any lurking deathtraps.

[Kenshi]

"My god ,what the hell did I step into? "
Stan looked down at his brown loafers, "Damnit, that's gonna stain."
Looks for Secretary to file these stacks of paper.