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 A Turn Almost Taken, [event - starter]
kira
 Posted: Nov 4 2017, 03:11 PM
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Ali hugged her legs closer to her, from where she was sitting in the corner of the kitchen. She was making a valiant attempt to ignore everything around her, pressing her face into her knees, not looking around at the destroyed kitchen. Fortunately, the tornadoes that wrecked havoc rather frequently had yet to destroy her current house. Which wasn't really her house. It was her friend's. Her house had been picked up by the swirling mass of debris and wind, and torn in half. This house was intact, so she stayed in it. It wasn't spared from the earthquakes, however. As such, most of the furniture had long since snapped and broken. The kitchen table only had one leg still attached, the others having long since been torn off.

She wasn't sure how long it'd been since she lost everything. It felt like centuries had gone past, but that couldn't be true. She'd be long since dead if that was true. Humans didn't live that long. It was hard to keep track of time when the rate which time passed changed randomly. Sometimes it was normal, or what she could remember was normal. Sometimes it went painfully slow, giving her enough time to run through and run a fine toothed comb over each of her memories. So, no. There wasn't any reliable way to tell how much time had actually passed. She wasn't even sure in this messed up world, she could still age. For all she knew, literal centuries could've passed and she could still look like the young adult that she was.

In this current hour, time seemed to be moving normally. She didn't sigh out of relief, as she did in the beginning of the Suffering. The cruel, snail-like pace of time would soon return. It always did. Sometimes it taunted her, staying away for what appeared to be weeks, before returning for what felt like months.

She inhaled sharply, as everything seemed to turn sideways. She was sent flying through the air and she screamed as gravity didn't work as it should. It should've kept her on the ground, but she wasn't. Nothing was sacred, nothing could be trusted. The Laws of Physics couldn't be trusted for a long time now. Somehow, she found herself crashing out of the window, hissing loudly as the glass scratched her skin and she bled. She landed on a dirt ground, grunting loudly, looking up in horror as the house literally flew away. It was almost as if the house's gravity had been turned off, or reversed while Ali's was left alone. She realized the house had turned sideways, not gravity, and her own gravity had pulled her out through the window. She buried her face into her forearms that were crossed in front of her.

Hail that turned to acid that ate through skin upon contact tended to rain rather frequently. She thought it was frequently. It was hard to keep track or make sense of anything nowadays. She was about to give up. What was the point? She made no motions to get up from the ground, to find another shelter from the rain that would likely kill her later on.

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 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 12:03 PM
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Come Back.

The powerful voice resonated in her mind, echoing and ringing through her nerves. It pushed through and etching of energy, something to get her moving, awake, conscious. And quickly following was the pulling sensation, as if something had grabbed her boldly around the abdomen and away from her home, the devastation. With each passing moment, flying by faster than she'd ever known, the last trickle of light, of fire, disappeared into the darkness that surrounded her. Despite not seeing anyone, anything around, she was not alone.

But she was safe.

Like crashing into a cushion, soft and forming to allow a safe landing, her body stopped moving backwards. Vertigo kicked in as gravity seemed to shift. She'd been being pulled - or so every particle in her body would swear - and yet, now she was laying. Up in the sky, a warm globe of light formed and grew, shining down in a halo of light around her, illuminating her skin and trickling strange power into her body. The energy flowed, checking for damage and rejuvenating her from the exhaustion of fighting. The exhaustion of loss.

The warm sun in the dark became clouded. If she looked, if she dared to look up straight into the light, she'd find an odd wispy mist moving in, dense but not quite dense enough to be considered clouds. Which made for even less sense as it quickly started to condense, dripping down in a subtle, comforting rain as the sky slowly changed from orange to a cool, deep blue. It continued raining, the water pooling into a very thin layer of moisture on the ground beneath her. Washing away the world. Washing away her pain.

What do you wish to be?

All around her, the water collected, particle by particle. But this was much quicker than she could have ever imagined, the water pouring down from the sky. Yet despite this, she'd find her clothes, hair, skin dry, as the rain simply bounced off of her skin and garments and back to the ground or shapes rising. She became walled in, though there was no lack of space. The wall was angled into 7 slates, each seemingly carved into beautiful ice. In the center of each, a large mirror appeared, with handles that insinuated they also functioned as doors.

But as she stared into each mirror, she'd see something different, uncharacteristic of a true reflection. In each, she saw a vision of herself, an ideal. But each had her in a different role, with a different purpose in life. In one she saw herself dressed in regular clothes, sitting at a table and surrounded by books. She was reading, studying with paper spread all around her. She was curious, analytical, knowledge-seeking.

In another, the sun shined brightly as she splayed herself in front of a child, faced with 3 faceless enemies. In this, she was steadfast, strong, protective. As they closed in, she refused to back down, ready to take on any challenge. A third mirror showed her with a group of others, smiling brightly as she spoke. She wove words, inspired those around her, motivated them to be the best they could be. She was uplifting, a visionary.

The next Ri was caring for a sick loved one. She propped up an unknown person with pillows, delivered homemade soup. A caring nurturer, she tended to the needs of him, ready at heel to do whatever is takes to accommodate her guest, and aid them in getting better. As if to directly conflict this, the other stood risen above a field, watching those beneath her training. She barked orders, not unkindly but with authority. She was decisive and a natural leader.

Another showed herself, surrounded by great friends and admirers. Charismatic and articulate, others couldn't keep their eyes off of her. And who would one to? She was expressive and charming as she bounced between stories and conversations. And the final representation of herself was much more quaint. She was surrounded by canvases, some blank, and other beautifully decorated. In one hand, the pallet of paint, and the other, a paintbrush that she artfully stroked onto the canvas. Around her was more than just art though. Self-written stories, pottery, wooden crafts and sculptures. This Ri was imaginative and dexterous. A creator.

No matter which she chose, once she passed through a doorway, the disembodied voice would speak again.

What is it that you desire?

Very close up ahead, there would be a table waiting for her. On it, rested 4 sapphire blue pens with inscriptions on them. They sat neatly in front of a propped canvas, with it's own words etched into the top.

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

Each pen had a different word on it, but it seemed any of them could be used to write on the surface, and showed no difference in ink or writing. They were completely identical, aside from the single word written on each. Freedom. Love. Power. Wealth. Once she wrote down her wish, and was satisfied with the answer, a door would appear ahead, cracked and ready to open.

Your future awaits.

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Welcome to the void between universes. Ho-oh and her beasts will challenge Ri in a variety of ways, to discover how she faces and overcomes the obstacles they lay. The three legendary beasts will take turns creating puzzles or riddles to solve. Each will have a variety of answers to choose from, but don't fret - there are no right or wrong answers. If Ri is unsure or unwilling to complete a challenge, she need only sit down and they will progress to the next step. They will use her methods and choices to help determine what type of pokemon compliments Ri, and her process will be considered when selecting their partner. However, Ho-oh's decision is influenced by what she believes works best in tandem with Ri, so where the answers lead may yet surprise you!




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 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 08:26 PM
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A voice suddenly rang in Ali's mind, providing conscious energy. She jerked her head up, her anxiety about the mysterious voice suddenly spiking. She couldn't see shit anymore, but suddenly she felt like she was being pulling somewhere, rather unceremoniously. How fucking rude. She had no idea what the fuck was happening because she couldn't see shit and that meant she couldn't find out what the fuck was happening! Then she was fucking dumped somewhere that was dark as all hell, in contrast to the fiery light from before, even if it had taken a little bit to actually process. Fuck.

She wasn't actually hurt.... Not physically, but she was pretty fucking stressed! "What the fuck?!" She shouted out loud, externalizing her distress. Jerking her gaze upwards, there was a halo of light lighting the area, softly reflecting off Ali herself. Then oddly... She seemed to calm. Her heartbeat slowed, even her thoughts seemed to slow down. Ali didn't spend time psycho-analyzing herself... But most tended to most aptly described her as quite a bit fiery, a little too fast to bite back regardless of if it was deserved or not. The calm was suspicious, even if she was really fucking chill about it. She guessed she was calmly paranoid now, instead of anxiously paranoid, as she.... Felt was probably more like her usual state of mind. She didn't care too much for controlling her emotions beyond hiding her er.... Softer side from everyone else.

Still looking up, she could see a less than cloud-like mist beginning to obscure the light above, which actually sort of resembled a sun now that she thought about it. Then a single drop fell, and oddly.... It didn't hurt. Ali had expected it to hurt. But it didn't, and more rain was falling and easing pain that had longed ached within her. She felt a pang of irritation. Was this place a magical shrink? Was it here to supposedly make her feel better? ..... Okay, yes, she felt calmer and more at peace than she had literally ever since logic apparently threw its hands up and gave up, but that wasn't the fucking point! She recognized this as uncomfortable invasive. She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "Jeezus, fuck...." She grumbled to herself.

Then the voice spoke up again. She wondered if she should answer. She.... Thought about it. She shrugged. ".... I don't know. Not me? Almost anybody else?" She wouldn't really tell anyone but.... Yeah. She didn't like herself all that much. She wasn't sure if Gabriel ever figured it out about her but yeah.... She just felt like... She wasn't the greatest person and had a knack for ruining things. However, the voice didn't respond. She sighed, and supposed she should enjoy the therapist-rain. It wasn't like she was actually wet, which was as weird as fuck, but she didn't really want to question it for the sake of her sanity. It was then that she noticed the rain beginning to move in unnatural ways. The realization caused Ali to take a step back, when the rain moved up into walls of ice. Then a fucking mirror materialized for some reason. Well, seven actually, one for each wall. They seemed to also be... Doors. When she walked around in a circle, passing by each mirror and saw a different image. One of her as an apparent normal person, if rather nerdy. She snorted at the image. Admittedly... She wouldn't mind it. The idea of finding out the barebones mechanics of something, and getting to mess around around to her heart's content.... It appealed to her. Though, she vehemently denied any accusations of nerdery.


The next showed her protecting a children against enemies without faces. This... Rung extremely true with Ali. If she saw some assholes attacking a child, you bet your ass she'd be in there helping. Er, technically punching people was supposed to be bad, but Ali didn't care. If there was a child involved, it was totally justified and not punishable by the law, right? Anyways, she felt like... This mirror was actually a little close to the truth, less like a what-if than the first.

The third mirror just.... Made Ali kind of.... Sad, she guessed. Surrounded by others who hung on her words, like they actually cared about what she said, like it was important. She pushed away the thought. That was fucking selfish. If you were inspirational, it should be because what you did happened to be inspirational, not because you were being a fucking attention whore with insecurities.... She tore her gaze from the third and moved on.

The next one made Ali blush and looked away almost immediately. It was rather.... Sappy, and showed a side of the redhead that... Did exist... But sort of muted and only came out rarely. Yes, if a friend like Gabriel was in need of help... She'd help. But... She didn't like baring her throat like that, showing her kindness. There were too many assholes that would exploit her.

The next mirror.... Was weird. Ali watched as she.... Was a little bossy, honestly. It unsettled Ali slightly, and she had mixed feelings about this one. On one hand, trusted leader probably. On other.... A bit too commanding. The redhead didn't fancy herself a leader, partly because well... She wasn't sure if she'd be a trustworthy leader, really.

The mirror beyond that one was more of Ali being surrounded by others. Active and apparently charming, it seemed like too many people wanted a part of her. Yet.... It felt like it would be.... Actually, pretty lonely. She took a deep, yet slightly shaky breath. That.... It felt empty. No. Not this one.

Then the final mirror, showing her as an artist. She squinted. Well.... She supposed it might be cool as a hobby.... But really, arts weren't really her.... Main thing if that made sense.

Ali nearly had a heart attack when the voice spoke again, gripping her olive jacket. "Jeezus fuck!" She swore. "Okay, okay.... Chill, Ali.... Chill...." She murmured to herself, slowly releasing her jacket again and looking around. Alright.... Um.... What did she want to be...? What was it that she really wanted. She guessed.... She'd really like to be a good person. A good person worthy of.... Being loved, even if she didn't believe she could ever be like that. She bit her lip. She glanced towards the mirror of her defending a child, standing her ground. She nodded to herself. Her choice was made. She immediately headed over, and grabbed the handle. She swung the door open and passed on through. She walked on forward, and came up to a table. She tilted her head, gingerly picking up one of the blue pens in her hands. Huh. It had an inscription.... Wealth. She looked down at the other pens, turning them over if necessary to see their inscriptions as well. Freedom, Love, Power, Wealth. The voice had spoken again, but Ali was thinking. Her deepest wish....? She sucked in air, and picked up the pen labelled 'love' and walked over to the canvas.

Gracefully, she wrote a single word upon the canvas: 'Family.'

Then suddenly, when she looked around the canvas, there was a door ahead. Shrugging, she threw the pen over her shoulder, not caring where it would fall. Then she advanced onward, and opened the door that had appeared. Swinging open, she stepped through and was ready for more of this weird place that felt like a weirdass personality quiz more than anything.

This place was probably some crazy shrink.

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 Posted: Nov 11 2017, 10:28 PM
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I see.

The cool voice resonated out as she stepped through the door, fading as the world behind her did. The cool waters of the world disappeared and were replaced with a flat world of red. It felt warm here, though not so much as to be uncomfortable. Similar to the world before it, the void stretched out to the horizon, much further than she could hope to see. It may also be noticed that the airy power that watched over her was different, more passionate and intense than the one before it. Though still it gave off the feeling of safety, as she stepped into the new world with confidence.

Up ahead, three pedestals awaited her arrival. There was nothing else in sight at the moment, but the crimson stands called to her, inviting her to investigate what they held. As she neared them, she'd be able to start studying the items. All three were close enough to each other that they could be reached from arms length if she stood at the center of them. The surreal reddish light shined and illuminated everything clearly, leaving no room for difficulty seeing the details of each.

Each held a crown, differently crafted and made of a different material. The right most was made of pure iron. It was heavy, strong, brutal. Its seven points were thick, protruding out from the head in an aggressive gesture. On the surface beneath it was written "To Lead With An Iron Fist". The middle was made of diamond. This was not crafted for beauty, but defense. The near indestructible crown boasted points that were broad, and curved into the head. The inscription here was "To Lead With A Solid Defense". The final was made of a shining gold, one that was made to appeal to the eye. The spikes that stuck out were intricately carved into spade shapes, seven around just as the others. They stuck up normally. This pedestal read "To Lead With A Gentle Touch".

What Kind of Leader Are You?

Once she made her decision, the others would vanish, and the path forward would evolve before her eyes. It forked, giving her three options to move forward. However, what paths appeared to her would vary based on the crown that she chose.

The Iron Crown
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The path to her left developed in a chasm, descending down and allowing her a view as to how she would pass. It formed, a rather narrow path however the walls grew, not allowing her to simply walk around it. It looked rather straight forward, however waiting at the start of the path was a tall block, large enough to block her path and not be climbed, but small enough that it could be pushed. It would take effort, but if she chose this direction she could definitely push her way through to the other side, which was up an equal slope directly across the way.

The middle path was a mess of tall walls, and all she could see was a small entry way that split both directions. It seemed this path was a little more mysterious, but didn't seem especially dangerous. If the woman knew of mazes, she'd be able to spot it right away. Even without that knowledge, a quick examination would show there were likely multiple paths, and this way forward would likely require her to use her head a bit more, and some trial and error to find the right pattern through.

The last path was simpler than these two. A pool of crystal clear water sat in her way, and could be crossed safely. The water level was too low to swim, however, so trying to lay in it and pace across would be extremely difficult. She could walk across it flat out, however she's find pushing her legs through the gentle current of the water would be a slow endeavor. It was high enough that she couldn't simply jump or run through it without meeting the resistance. The low speed could be frustrating, but it was the most sure path.

The Solid Defense
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The first path, straight ahead, boasted a strong breeze. As she neared the path, it would grow stronger. While it was literally a straight path across, it seemed she would have to fight the gale in order to cross. She would find it isn't terribly difficult to walk across, however the stretch that she needed to endure would surely test her stamina. She would need to remain strong and stubborn against the wind's consistent power.

The next, to her left, boasted a series of platforms, all going upwards. She could see the top, likely where the next piece of this challenge was if she chose this path. The platforms, however, were not connected to each other, and were rising up and down. In order to get up, she would need to be quick and agile, having to jump and time them well to land on each one and continue forward. It wouldn't be easy, but if she was confident in her speed and quick thinking, it would certainly be achievable.

The path to her left was filled with funky angles and a lot of moving pieces. At times, she could see through to the other side. It was a straight path. However, she'd need to duck, jump over pieces, and dodge obstacles to get over to the other side. It required being elusive and having great reflexes, else she'd find herself gripped by the strange dummies that floated around and carried back to the start. It was achievable, but required a quick mind and body.

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To her right, the path was rather intriguing. The floor was split into a series of hexes, and they all moved sporadically up and down, quickly and with no pattern. It was a completely random system, and would be difficult to manage crossing. However, with quick movements and a willing heart, she'd be able to hop and run across to the other side, either by riding one to the top and jumping across or simply dodging around the ones that rose up.

The center path opened into a pit, but quickly filled with hundreds and hundreds of... plush balls. It seemed odd, but having seen the depth of the pit she'd know for sure she wouldn't reach the bottom. It was certainly an interesting path, and the balls looks soft and squishy enough that it wouldn't be an entirely uncomfortable way to go. Though, once she stepped in and started, she'd find herself scrambling to get a grip where there was none, having to struggle through the odd shapes in the pit to get across. With enough persistence, she'd find herself climbing up on the other side.

The final path, directed out from her left, was a trial of fire... literally. The ground was covered in the flickering flames, small platforms sticking up in strategic places. In theory, she could hop from spot to spot and get across without so much as touching the fire. If she found herself in the fire, she'd find it doesn't hurt, but continuously gets warmer to discomfort if she stays on it too long. The platforms are low enough that she can easily climb back up if she falls.

Choose Your Path.

No matter which she chose, the end would be the same. It seemed this second world had given her enough trouble, as there was no further test waiting on the other side. Her efforts would be greeted with an invigorating energy, washing away the exhaustion from the effort she had to put in to get here. Then, sitting in front of a large doorway, were three items. A pencil, a paintbrush, and a pen. It seemed she could take one, if inclined, but if not the door welcomed her all the same. She was free to cross to the next world.

Keep Moving Forward.





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 Posted: Nov 12 2017, 07:26 AM
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Ali was looking around at her surroundings, that flared into a world of warm red, as she stepped through the door. She guessed the warmth was nice, since it wasn't suffocating or burning or anything. When she looked off into the distance..... Still the void. She guessed this weird place had multiple types of areas. For what reason, she couldn't really tell. The weird calming thing that apparently did not appreciate anxiety felt different-y as well.... Huh.

As she walked forward, she came upon three crimson pedestals. Walking even closer to see them clearly, and what was held atop them. Three different types of crowns. One was iron and looking pretty rough-looking. As well, it was pretty pointy. It was like if you made a metal cactus and called it a crown. She frowned at this crown. Then she looked to the second crown, which seemed to reach inward in a dome-shape, and made completely of diamonds. It struck her how expensive this crown must be. The third was pretty, being made of gold, and more attention to aesthetic was clearly given here. Then she noticed the inscriptions.... Basically amounting to: "Do you lead like an asshole, a nerd, or a therapist?" ...... Okay, so she was oversimplifying here. Sue her. She kicked the ground. As much as she'd like to think she didn't lead like an asshole.... She knew what kind of person she was. It'd been a long time since she'd been faced with anyone she actually felt malice towards. It was mostly Gabriel's father she threw shade at. She didn't hate him though, but.... She knew she wasn't exactly gentle or nice. If she was trying to lead someone, she'd probably call them morons a lot, and possibly be a bit bossy. Groaning, she picked up the metal-cactus-crown. Once the crown had left the pedestal, everything else immediately stopped existing, apparently. She stared at the blank space. "The fuck?" She said quietly.

Then suddenly paths appeared in front of her. A path to the left decided to suddenly jump downwards, going down and down and down. When she tentatively peered over the edge, it looked like she'd have to go down there and.... There was a fucking block in the way. It didn't look like she could climb over it, either. Shit.

The path in the middle was just.... A lot of really tall walls. It looked like.... A maze, given how the pathway in seemed to split. She groaned. Seriously?! That sounded like complete and utter bullshit. She hated this dumbass trivia quiz bullshit.

Then she looked at the last path. Then she blinked again. It was just... A pool of water. Huh. She immediately began walking towards it. The water level was pretty low.... She wouldn't be able to swim in it. As she began her first steps into the water, she discovered the gentle current slowing her progress a bit. She rolled her eyes. Whatever. Sure, it'd take a while and Ali wasn't exactly someone known for her patience..... But this was the path that she was willing to take. So, she dragged her legs through the pool as she moved slowly forward.

When she reached the other side, she felt any exhaustion wash away. Well.... Aside from her nearly permanent mental exhaustion. She glanced at the door. Then at a bunch of.... Writing utensils. Weird. She bent down and picked up the pen. She considered it. She could stab someone with this, in case it decided to suddenly make the tests a little more deadly. She pocketed the pen. Then she grabbed the doorknob, and swung the door open. Then she passed through.

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 Posted: Nov 12 2017, 08:04 PM
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Well done.

Just as the last, as she passed through the door way the lingering presence shifted and she entered a seemingly new world. The yellows offered a new, bright perspective to the void, and the air sparked with electricity, little flashes of conducted light sprinkling around her. The energy that flowed into her restored her body, washing away the exhaustion from the previous challenge. It coursed through and energized her, ramping her up for the next few tasks.

And it seemed there would be a few indeed. Along the ground, balls of electricity laid and continuously crackled away. Though, the balls were laid out in a specific manner, as if guiding her in the direction she was to go. If she looked towards where they led, she'd see the first table, golden and brilliant as it stood there. There was no semblance of any excitement in any other direction, though still it would be her own choice to follow the path or try elsewhere.

Complete all, some, or none.

At the first table were three weapons waiting. The first was a long, sturdy bow, stringed and ready. There were four arrows lying next to it. To it's right, was a smoothly crafted angled weapon. The finish was beautifully painted, the odd shape giving the boomerang a strategic advantage. The final weapon was a shining sword, the firm hilt perfectly fit for her hand. As she looked over the items, two dummies would appear up ahead, and head her way. They were slow, but she would still need to pick a weapon quickly.

Whether she fought or dodged around them, another table would be waiting up the path. This held two half-spheres, one blue and one orange. Hanging above them was a golden cup, shaped in a way to hold one of the halves perfectly. It seemed simple enough, until she picked one up. The blue sphere would tingled at her skin, filling her with a feeling of peace and serenity, but also loneliness. The orange would fill her with a feeling of comfort, or friendship and company, however inner turmoil warred at her mind with this side. The table read an inscription.

"You must choose which is better: Having friends around you, but being eternally at war, or being at peace, but at the cost of being alone."

With another either completed or passed, she'd come up to the final table, which was marked by the towering door behind it. It seemed she was in the final stretch of this void already. Focusing on the new items in front of her, she'd find a small box, with a grove cresting the top. In front of it were four perfectly shaped gems, each a different color. The first was blue, the second orange, followed by white, then red. Written into the table were vague instructions.

Think of the first, and insert that color.

No matter which gem she chose to place in the socket, there would be no indication of a right or wrong answer. She could switch her answer as many times as she liked until she was satisfied, or leave it empty. It would make no difference, apparently.

Enter the door.

Once she opened the door, she'd find a much different sight. Instead of the bright or dark voids she'd ventured through, she'd be greeted by dark orange brick, shaping walls and stair climbing upwards. As soon as she saw this, there was no turning back, as the entrance vanished and was replaced with a solid wall. Now all she could do was climb, the saffron light leaking from the top of the stairwell high up.

And face judgement.





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Suddenly everything was fucking bright. The sudden shift from red to yellows was jarring, sparkling with electricity. Sparks jumped and the light that surrounded her was fucking intense. Was the goal here to make every area brighter than the last? This place was incredibly fucking different from that first area. A new magical wave of.... Something came. So, Ali was feeling fine basically, if a bit fidgety and restless because she really wanted to move.

Then she moved forward, following the path of electricity crackling along the floor, coalescing in little 'this way' signs, sort of. As she followed the path, she was able to see where she was going: to a table that was.... Well, it certainly looked suited for the area. As she arrived to the table.... And looking up apparently there were multiple, she looked at the weapons laying upon it. A bow... A sword.... And a.... Boomerang?! The hell?! She glanced up at the dummies up ahead. Then they started fucking moving. She might've been panicking a little and picked up the sword. She probably was panicking when she haphazardly stabbed the dummies somewhere in the chests, and then decapitated them. Yeah, she was definitely panicking. The moving dummies was a little stressful, alright?

Anyways, at the next table up the path.... There was a golden cup. Plus there were two halves of a sphere. She picked up one and she... Felt oddly relaxed. Calm. Her anxieties seemed to watch away, but something ached in her heart. Surprised, she dropped it onto the floor. After taking a moment to catch her breath and recover from the weird-ass effects.... She reached for the other. This one imbued a more familiar feeling of chaotic mind: Doubt, anxiety... All that fun stuff. Yet... A sense of warm belonging. Decided, she placed the orange one into the cup.

Then she moved onto the final table. Four gems. Different colors. Into the table was written.... Just pick the first one that comes to mind. Instantly her mind jumped to the white gem. She shrugged. She picked up the white gem and put it into the socket.

Then it was time to go through the door. She opened it and was greeted by.... Well, bricks of a more tolerable color. At least the goal seemed to have gone back to 'Don't blind Ali.' She looked to the staircase and shrugged. She began ascending and didn't look back.

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We are almost done.

A powerful voice resonated from somewhere up the stairs. It was familiar, powerful. It was the voice that greeted her at the start. The power that had pulled her to this place from... somewhere. It welcomed her, beckoned her even to come into her domain. As Ri's feet pulled her up the last few steps, the light embraced her, the full force of the energy hitting her, figuratively pulling her in. If it wasn't working to comfort her, it would likely be intimidating, despite not coming to face this great presence.

A few final questions.

Straight ahead, a podium appeared, with a slot open in the middle of it. It was impossible to tell where it may lead, and there was no way to open up the podium. Laying upon it's surface were two tablets. On the first was written 'All for one'. The second, 'One for all' Inscribed above the slot were instructions to choose one, and enter it into the hole. As soon as a tablet was placed within, the podium would vanish, the objects and words the contained with it.

Make your choices.

A second podium appeared a few steps ahead, identical in every way to the first. The tablets, however, were inscribed differently. One read 'Nomadic' and the other read 'Permanency'. Once a tablet was entered, it would vanish just as the first had, taking away any trace of anything having been there.

Another appeared up ahead. The same slot, same height, same instructions. This time there were three tablets. The first was 'Defense', the second 'Strength', and the third 'Speed'. Just as the previous, it would vanish when Ri had made her decision and entered the tablet of her choice.

A final podium appeared, and the process repeated yet again. The two tablets here were inscribed with 'Direct' and 'Abstract'. Once this podium was completed and disappeared, there would not be another in it's place. It was finished, though silence hung in the air. It seemed as if this strange creature, if you could call it such, was waiting, measuring her. It's presence hung in the air, but Ri would have to wait before anything else would happen.

They define who you are.





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 Posted: Nov 16 2017, 03:47 PM
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The promise of the end approaching was fine and all.... But it lacked specifics. Ali found that people could promise 'soon, soon, soon' all day, and never actually getting around to it at all. It was an open ended promise ambiguously promising hope but... Honestly? The redhead would rather just know if the promise had been broken or not.

Anyways, the first mysterious disembodied voice made a comeback. As she walked up to the top, her feet hitting the top steps, it felt fairly intense. Though, it didn't bother her too much, really. She did feel a compulsion to enter the room. A little rude, considering she would've gone in anyone, dammit. She did have a knack for not really making decisions based on self-reservation.

So, some final questions? There was a podium and she walked up to it. There were two tablets sitting on top of it. All for one, or one for all. Well, that was really fucking vague. She was supposed to dump one into the hole in the podium... But she had to decide which one first. Alright. One for all? She figured someone like someone giving their everything to everyone else. Sounded scary as fuck, and like something a hero would do. She wasn't a hero. All for one? Doing almost anything and everything for one person. Ali was pretty damn selfish, honestly. So, she picked up the tablet reading 'all for one' and inserted it into the podium. Then the podium vanished.

A new podium made it's appearance with different tablets, a few steps in front of her. So, she walked up to it and read the new tablets. Nomadic and permanency, huh? She thought about it. Well... A place to come back to.... That was.... Actually really nice. It'd be nice to travel and explore but.... She felt like a place to come back to was more important. It was good to have a home, to have.... Maybe people to come back to. She picked up the permanency tablet and dumped it into the podium.

The podium removed itself from existence, and a new one appeared ahead. Walking ahead, the next podium had three tablets this time, instead of two. Reading defense, strength, and speed. Defense. Resilience. Strength to strike. Speed. She was drawn to the last one. Fuckers can't hurt you if you're too fast to be hit, and if you're faster than they are, you can fucking kick their asses to kingdom come. Impulsively, she plopped that one into the podium.

Lo and behold the vanishing podium. She wondered how many fucking podiums there were. The tablet number had gone back to two, and walking up to it she could see they read direct and abstract. She didn't even have to think, picking up the direct tablet and shoving it into the hole. When the podium vanished and not another appeared.... It seemed she was done.

She crossed her arms and waited.

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 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 11:29 AM
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Throughout the challenges, the beasts collect much information for Ho-oh. Once they presented their findings, she selected the final questions for Ri, based off the types that matched most to her. Through her answers and decisions, Ho-oh has chosen that a Ground type with a high speed is a logical match for Kira. After using this, and many other factors, she has chosen the pokemon and pushed Kira through the portal, where her new partner awaits.

Ri has obtained a Diglett!

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