Tales of the Journey - A Fantasy Role Play.

[Ec_Prokta]

"Many of you had the guts to write your own names on them?" End giggled, and a piece of the darkness shattered, revealing what could only be described as a vision into an abandoned temple photograph that has borne the tests of time. "I'm surprised." Another piece shattered, revealing more of the temple. "Enough of the visuals, though." The temple photograph turned back into pure darkness, and footsteps were heard. The inky blackness rippled as a familiar red-headed maid stepped through. She wore her simple black maid outfit with the simple, pastel apron and her always out of place headband cocked slightly on her head. "My name is Inaho. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She bowed deeply, her cherry-blossom like lips parted in an insane grin. Her eyes never opened during this whole time.

"...I hate kids. Iora, Grauti, Carys, your lives are now forfeit."

 

[NixNoodleNumbat]

Nvm

 

[NixNoodleNumbat]

Skandos stepped in front of Iora.
(Will Iora actually die?)

 

[chickendiva25]

Alexandria looked to the three, leaning up against the wall, saying no over and over.

 

[chickendiva25]

Quote:
(Yeah

)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Augustine clenched a tight metal fist and angrily glared at Inaho with her cold, dark eyes. "Really?" she growled as a deep furrow went down her brow.

 

[Ec_Prokta]

((Nix: Yes.))

"...no..." Carys looked up at Inaho, her usually bright pink eyes now dulled. "No, please, no! I beg you, please! Why... Why Iora? Why Grauti? Why Tomoe? Why William? Why me...?"

"Simple." Inaho opened her left eye, revealing a stream of blood where an eyeball should be. "Because I have power, and you don't. But I will give you a hint: I can be stopped. You just have to think outside the box! Now make your peace, for your end draws near."

 

[NixNoodleNumbat]

Quote:
(Yeah

)

(If she does, I am going to be so sad

 

[NixNoodleNumbat]

Iora stepped forward. "My life has been pointless. Kill me now." She took a deep breath.

 

[BirdNut]

Tears streamed down Misaki's pale cheeks. Realizing that her plan of writing her own name on the paper didn't help, her heart sank. Helplessly, she gazed at the three soon-to-be victims, and shook her head with her eyes closed.

"I'm- ...S-sorry," she rasped, her thoat choking on remorse.