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"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man."

Friedrich Nietzsche
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Post #1: 21st Apr 2013 1:00:46 AM 
Willis @ 19/4/2013 22:12
Ezra looked on as Angela and Parker rolled across the floor fighting. He had no idea what this one was about but it would probably get resolved sooner or later so he was going to focus on the task at hand. How did you actually...?

He frowned and walked over to the wall, willing for a portal to appear but nothing happened. He held out his hand and waved it around. Wow, this was stupid. He stopped again. Roth hadn't explained how to do this, they just took it on faith that they could. Ezra sighed. So much for good faith. He sat down and thought about the problem as Brie pulled the duo apart. Rita came over and sat next to him.

"I'll try with you. Let's just focus on the world we left behind ^_^ " Said Rita with a smile.

Ezra frowned. The world they left behind was desolation and emptiness. It wasn't something you wanted to think about every day. Not the vast watery, rocky maze they'd breezed through around here. That was a world of hopelessness and despair.

Still...

He focused on the orange skies, the grey drabness of the caverns...he thought of the shades and the tower and the truck and everything that had led them here. Of Gabriel...

A voice echoed through the room on the edge of hearing.

"The past...the future...none of it matters...."

Purple sparks were slowly filling the air as Rita thought of her disowned family and childhood days on the Bito isles. Her uncle was right there but...nah. She thought of her fallen brother.

The sparks began to gather as the fighting ceased and the group looked on open-mouthed. Suddenly, the purple sparks erupted into an open portal on the wall between where Ezra and Rita were sitting. They both stood up and glanced through. There was a dark image through there in the purple swirling centre. Clouds of purple dust burst from the surface. Rita nodded at Ezra who turned and gave the group a sideways smile. Then he dived through.

The world changed into a vortex of black and purple energy, flowing in all directions. It was sort of like falling, but moving horizontally. Ezra's feet moved in all directions before finally coming to a stop in the darkened room. The cold metal floor below felt uneasy. He teetered around unsure of himself, taking in all he could see in a blur. That was disorienting.

The room was the same size as the one they'd just left. To the West was an enormous metal door. A track descended into it and a green light blinked on the outside. At the edge of the track was a large shuttle. The open metal chamber had a white ring painted around it. Ezra stepped forth but fell a little unsteadily to the right. There was a big crate there...opened wide up. A parachute was draped across the side. Around him, flashes of purple flickered into view as more of the group fell through onto the ground. On the wall "23 *" was scribbled in faded Chalk.

Ezra rubbed his head and turned to walk towards Rita, fallen on the ground where she'd been dazed from the travelling. He could've sworn that the ground beneath her was stained with splotches of purple. Ezra was getting more stable now. He took a step forward.

"It's kinda di-"

A bright flash filled the room which further disoriented everybody standing around in it. When the flash was gone, so was Ezra. Rita blinked and looked down at the floor where Ezra had been. There was a circular panel, glowing in a faint green colour. She stood up sadly and checked to see who else was here. They all were...

There was a clanking noise as Stonehard Lee bashed his head on the door-frame outside of the shuttle. He rubbed it tenderly.

"Room for all of us in there." He confirmed. "Just one big button that says "Launch". I don't know what that is, but..."

He paused.

"Why does everybody look so sad?" He asked, curiously.

To the South-West, in the distance was a howling noise that shook the group to their core. It howled three times and reacted with something primal, deep inside their beings. That was unpleasant.

It is now Phase 24. Phase 24 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.

Players (16):
Angela
Boone
Brie
Eleanor
Emperor Fong
Frederick
Kane
Marek
Mark
Parker
Rita
Sr. Culo
Stonehard Lee
Urk
Walton
Wilt


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