Eyeris

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Curses

Brownie points to whomever can help me figure out how to make that work in this bb code thing.

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Below is the rooms | |
That people woke up in | |
connected by hall | |
Herbert and the gang | Ta-Da! |
are currently in one | Conference Room! |
of these | ____ |
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| | | | | | | | | Projector screen
|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| | | | Is on this side
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|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| \___/ |
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| {} <~~~ Airlock door that everyone is using
| [] to get in and out
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A post!

Hopefully this gives you guys some good stuff to go off of.

Map is soon to follow! I keep neglecting to take a picture and post it.

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The Conference Room.

Dzel had accompanied the husky into the conference room. She quietly took the empty seat beside the canine.

Vata was the first to volunteer his assistance. Mallaidh swore her fealty next. Rozalind wasn’t sure if the husky could speak or not, but, assumed that because she sat in a chair she could comprehend what was happening.

The others… Dimitri, Wolfe, Hirsh, XIII, Danya, were already helping. Rozalind assumed their cooperation for now, and thought it best to continue with the meeting.

Rozalind stood. Her team, TIGER, called her Den-Mother. With Twain distracted it would seem she could take on this role for the new team. With her good arm she began to point toward the projections, which, began to change.

There was a birds-eye-view of the ruined castle. “This is where the incident took place.” She pointed. “This appears to be the apex of the event. There was an altar and a body. We are still working on identifying this body, and the other bodies we found.” Images of the dead appeared upon the screen. Most were burned, but all were broken in some way, none had died without pain. Not all of them were human.

“There was a white chalk circle drawn, arcane and occult symbols, typical of a ritual act, unfortunately the damage and the snow destroyed most of the symbols. The intent of the ritual is recorded as unknown. I think it is safe to assume that something went wrong. Usually these types intend to survive to enjoy the power they are trying to realize.”

“We are also currently examining artifacts found at the site. After we left, the place was combed over by our forensics team. It seems that artifacts as well as people have arrived here from other worlds.” The bodies vanished, and the screen became populated with items.

What appeared to be a Celtic sword was prominently displayed at the top. It was found near the altar and therefore considered an item of importance, possibly used in the ritual.

A few unique looking flasks were arranged on the left of the projection.

A bag was depicted with its contents sitting beside it. A pen and some books.

A sawed off shotgun and a red dented helmet.

There were, of course, other items to be seen. These, however, would stand out to the various members of the new team.

All the items had sustained visible wear or damage.

In the Infirmary room.

“Yeowch, Dimitri, and I thought Zes was the most apathetic guy I knew.” The leader of MERCY grinned. “He’s in death. Not dead or dying… Not yet.” He gripped Herbert’s shoulder tighter. “Whewh, I haven't made a splash in awhile. Wish me luck! Make sure no one touches us, kay?” Then Twain became as frigid as Herbert.

Wherever the hell Herbert is.
“How the hell did you get all the way over here! Come on old timer!”

Twain was there. Herbert wouldn’t have heard or sensed his approach. Strange, wouldn’t his feet not have made noise as they splashed through the river? Especially considering that Twain seemed to have been running.

Twain was also dressed differently. In place of the well fitted pants and vest he wore a cape or a cloak of some sort. The swath of fabric was squid-ink-black black and fell from his shoulder all the way down to his ankle, the cloth dipped into the river, but did not seem to be wet. In place of the many-pockets he had a bandoleer of some sort, attached to which were bones.

Twain grabbed Herbert by the arm with an incredible strength, and began to drag the old-man in a desperate sprint back upstream. “Look at the liiiiiights!” Twain yelled, referring to the strange stars in the fog.

Normally Herbert would not be able to keep up with such a fierce pace. Yet, rather than trip and fall face first into the water, he found that his body could not only match the speed, but his legs nor his breathing felt strained as they should have.

The only thing that could hold him back was the desire to follow the current downstream.

If Herbert were to look backward, he would realize that they were being followed, though he could not say what was following them not describe its shape. If he looked only forward the stars in the fog would grow brighter and the river more shallow, the current lessened and lessened…

… Until he would wake up in the bed that the military men had deposited him in. Flakes of frost falling off his hair like dandruff as he began to move.

“WHEW!” Twain, in the same defrosting state, let go of Herbert and let himself fall to the floor. “That was close… And reckless! What were you thinking?”

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I'll have a picture/map and a post up today!

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Good posts everyone!

Just a note on the "map", and I won't usually be nitpicking but it's kind of relevant to plot.

The place you are is much smaller than you think it is.

I'll draw a picture.

Bel: add a little time skip between you and dzel leaving the place you are and getting in the meeting.

I'll draw a picture and elaborate when I'm not on my phone lol

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Ariel

Dzel tilted her head slowly toward the other direction as Ariel spoke.

"Like I said... I'm not sure if your jacket survived the incident if it has, it will be returned to you soon." Dzels voice was even and without judgment of the girl.

"You remember yourself as riding your bike, in your old life, in the way things used to be. However, we found you unconscious and nearly dead. We found you among many, many of whom did not make it through, many who seemed to come from nowhere, yet came from everywhere."

Dzel shook her head, she did not like speaking in riddles, though it seemed in her nature. That is why she often chose not to speak instead.

"I am not good at explaining things. If you wish... We are holding a meeting between you and others that were found at the site of the incident. Would you join me?" Dzel held out a hand toward Ariel, a gesture of good will and welcome. Her green eyes shifted from hues of emerald, to moss, to mustard greens, and back again...

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Herberts infirmary

Twain looked up at XIII in alarm. "Woah cool down there champ... Herbert isn't suffering from Hypothermia... he's in death! Well, he isn't dead, yet." His lips slowly curled back into a smile. "You know what? Forget what I said. Keep the heat on, brotha!"

Twain put one hand on XII's ever-warmer wrist. "Our grandpa here, Herbert, he is \ elsewhere whilst he is here. The place that he is... it is the coldest damn place you will ever experience. Trust me, eventually you will experience it. However, unlike the 99.999% he can come back from it and into warmer weather... If we are careful and if we are clever! You keep up with that disco-inferno, burn bay-be-burn! Your going to be the light at the end of the tunnel."

Twain didn't let go of XIII and kept his hand over Herbert's eyes. He closed his own. XIII would feel Twain become cold... yet... not so cold as Herbert...

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@Fetzen sure thing! Post cs whenever.

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"Yes... There are others..." Her face remained neutral. It was difficult to say if the flirtation was lost upon Dzel, or, if she merely feigned ignorance to make her response mysterious or ambiguous.

Dzel cocked her head to one side, listening to the Ariel. She would certainly question Ariel more later much as she had with other survivors from 'earth' to determine if they were from 'this earth' or 'another. The fact that Areiel had suggested it fist made Dzel wonder.

"Do you remember what happened to you?"

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"I'm unsure if your own cloths needed cleaning or were destroyed. For now, there should be cloths for you laid out. If they forgot, check in the cupboard."

If Ariel looked she would find pajama pants and a soft shirt, undergarments, socks, and simple slip-on-shoes that would more or less fit her.

Dzel would wait in the hall still, and when Ariel returned she would not see the man. Apparently he was gone, as Ariel had requested.

The girl was patient, she was small but she had the presence of a mountain. It seemed as though she would sit for eons if needed, so long and so still that moss and trees would grow upon her slopes, shrivel and frost in the winter, bloom in the spring, for as many years as necessary before the wolf felt safe to emerge from the den. Ariel might feel akin to the grounded girl. She was touched by earth-magic, and, she too could transform. Though, when the change came upon Dzel she did not become an animal...

"You are on a planet called Earth." Dzel began to explain. "Do you know it? What is the name of your home?"