Choices
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Thread Topic: Choices
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You can join at anytime, and while you don't have to, it might be helpful to read previous posts before jumping in. I'll post the first part in a sec. For choices, I'll take whichever was chosen the most. If it's a tie, I take first pick. Sorry, ya snooze ya lose.
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(Btw this is a fantasy sort of thing. Don't like dragons, leave now. Don't say I didn't warn you.)
Fire. That's the last thing you remember. Searing heat, everywhere, surrounding you. You were dying, but...
You lift you're hand, which feels a lot heavier than it should, and place it on your chest. A low and steady thump reassures you. You're not dead. You peel your eyes open and see a wooden ceiling. Thinking hard, you try to recall any more of what happens, but you can't focus. you're whole body aches. You manage to sit up, but your head is throbbing. You glance around and see a simple wooden room, it's walls almost identical to the ceiling you had stared at moments before. On one wall a large map is hung, but other than that the wall is bare. Red marks cover the parchment map. The wall directly across from you has a small vanity, made from wood slightly darker than everything else. The mirror seems to have something inscribed on it, but you can't quite see what it is. The third wall is blank, and the forth wall has a closed door.
-You get up and examine the map. What are those marks for?
-You go look in the mirror. Wonder what that inscription is...
-You go out the door. Best to get out of here as soon as possible! -
Go to the mirror.
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(yay you remembered :D)
Examine the map. -
Map.
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Mirror!)
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-Go to the mirror
You force yourself to your feet and step over to the mirror. The inscription reads "The truth shall be revealed to those who seek it. Beware the flames of deceit." Underneath it is a pair of wings. But not feathered wings, like a bird's. they are large and reptilian, almost like..."Dragons..." You whisper to yourself. You rub your eyes and look into the mirror itself, and see...
-Straight white-blonde hair, long. Your eyes are dark brown, flecked with gold, and your skin is pale.
-Cinnamon-brown hair, in a braid that hangs over your shoulder. Your eyes are pale green, your skin is darkly tanned.
-Thick black curls that hang loosely down your back. Your eyes are striking ice blue, your skin is smooth and light. -
Straight white-blonde
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Cinnamon-brown hair, in a braid that hangs over your shoulder. Your eyes are pale green, your skin is darkly tanned.
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Cinnamon )
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-Cinnamon
You lightly brush your fingertips over the braid, studying the pale eyes intently for a sign. But nothing appears. There's no sudden flashback, no jolt of remembrance. Even your own eyes look foreign and strange. Your hand leaves your hair and one fingertip gently traces the inscription on the mirror.
You're just noticing how eery the silence is when you hear voices coming from outside the door. You...
-Jump back into the bed. Maybe it's best if they don't know you're awake.
-Frantically search the room for some sort of weapon. Who knows if these people are friendly or not!
-Open the door and face whoever's there. You were bound to run into each other eventually. -
Look for a weapon~
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Look for weapon
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-Search for a weapon
Your eyes dart around the room, panicked. There seems to be nothing, just-ah! You lunge for the far wall, emerging triumphant. In your hand in a rusty hook, curved at one end and long and pointed at the other. You had pried it out of the wall where it had held the map up, and the parchment has fluttered to the ground. The door opens, but only one enters. The other voices must be somewhere else. He's a boy about your age (15, from your best guess) and his gaze catches yours and holds it for a moment. You finally look away and see that he...
-Has pale skin and shaggy blonde hair that hangs in his eyes, which are bright blue. He looks curious and there is a touch of childish mischief in his expression.
-Has curly brown hair, slightly longer in the back, and lightly tanned skin. His eyes look brown, but close up they're more hazel, with flecks of green and silver. He appears to be sizing you up, one eyebrow is arched as he studies you.
-Has short, black hair close-cropped, and dark cocoa skin. His eyes are a peculiar light tan, almost...golden. He looks somewhat serious, almost sad somehow. -
Short black hair >:3)
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