The Dungeon

[iprince]

You awake in a hazy state of mild amnesia, to find yourself on the dank and dirty floors of a dungeon room. You're covered in soot, with matted fur, aching from sleeping on the unforgiving hardness of the cold, stone floors. It's freezing, and all around you are grey cracked walls and twisted iron bars. Not a window or a hearth in site, and but one heavy wooden door, held shut by a giant metal arm across its width.

There are three cells in the room, each 9 by 10 feet in diameter, with a fair space of three feet to separate each pen.

The cell furthest to the left contains but one captive; a gaunt sin euclides, male, by the looks of him, and decorated by a simply navy cloak draped across his back. The cell is covered in rabble, where the floor and walls have been demolished. Carved up by the last pathetic soul trapped here. The chunks of stone leave sharp, jagged edged and piles of dust on the cold, stone floor. And yet, amid the litter, the tiniest corner of an old sheet of parchment can be spied, just barely, beneath the dust.

The center cell holds two females, Euclides and Amuni respectively. Each wildly different from the other. A jester-like female, mutationless, but covered in wild accessories, and an elegant duo-tailed foxy missionary. The cell is immaculate. In some sick and twisted way, befitting of the ladies.

To the right, and nearest to the single escape, is the last cell. In this is two more males. A gigantic serpent amuni, with loose folds of skin about his neck that could spread to force an impressive sight. And beside him, a single defore, dark and beautiful, with a long many of ebony silk. This pen, too, has loose stones in its wall, and chunks of rock scattered about the cell floor.

Finally, across from the three cages, in the center of the strip of empty floor where guards may once have sat, is a box. A dark, glistening wooden box, made from mahogany, and decorated with the finest gold carvings. A keyhole marrs the lid, strapping it down to the base. Simple, elegant, golden, and only capable of fitting the tiniest of keys.

[iprince]

((-cough- ^^;; this is your roleplaying board, love ^-^; Have fun))

[blufly]

ooc| I'm sorry for being so...first-timer-like, but what tense are we roleplaying in? XD;;

[iprince]

((Third person past tense.

Eg. He walked to the car. ))

[Kitty Love]

(( I'll post as soon as someone else does :: Nudges Vyn:: But I hate going first... X.o ))

[blufly]

ooc| Right-o. Thank you. ^-^;;

Kaejo awoke with a start, and for a moment the rubbled cage he was laying in seemed to spin. The male shook his head roughly, and the room slowed to a stop. His ears were ringing, and dried blood caked around his nostrils, but other than that he seemed okay, at least for the time being.

It was with shaky legs that the male stood, nearly collapsing with sore knees. It was then when Kaejo noticed the bleak enviorment he was caught in; a small pen with stones sharper then glass and dust caking the floor so thick it was hard to distinguish the floor below. Glancing about, he noticed other creatures, some similar to he. How lucky they were to have company! And here he was alone, as he was in life. Despite the circumstances, the male felt envy rear its ugly head for a moment before being pressed down by logic. Perhaps they held information on how to escape?

"Hello?" He called out, voice as deep as a gong, but also gravelly, like sandpaper. He did hope they weren't all dead, it would be the end of him for sure.

It was then Kaejo spied the small, tattered paper. Pulling aside the rubble with his paws, he pulled it close for him to read. What could it hold...? Hopefully something to save himself.

[iprince]

The Parchment Reads:

Dear Unfaithful,

You know what you've done. Now, I'm punishing you for your sins.

This room is locked. No one will come for you. You won't find food, nor water, nor escape. You Will Die Here.

You are in the dungeon of a castle specifically designed to accommodate you. No one knows of it's where-a-bouts, those who built it have been killed, and those who venture too close will also mean a painful death. No one. Will come for you.

But I'm a fair person. I'd like to give you a chance, if but a small one. Throughout this prison there are notes. Hints and clues to help you find your way free. Carefully hidden and perfectly disguised clues. I advise you too look hard. Be careful, though, each clue comes with a price you may not be willing to play.

You are in this room for a reason. You are in here to die. You each know what you've done. You each know why.

Good-luck.

- Ta-ta, R.S



Shhh, there's more...

((Continuation of letter to be PMed to Blu))

[silverdust]

If the room was spinning, that was a signal of something very wrong. With a slight hiss of pain, the serpent raised his head with some effort. Whatever that was, it was certainly effective. Slowly, the spinning menagerie of shadows and blots sharpened into their desolate clarity. The hood spread almost upon instinct, the smoky black painting an eerie halo about the slender white face.

He surveyed the cages, eyes blank, whether from apathy or the after-effects of their ordeal it was unsure. The two Euclide were alive at least, and the cloaked one seemed to have found a paper. His eyes narrowed slightly in interest. After all, he really didn't want to be here either.

"Hello," he answered, after a pause. His voice was a smooth tone, seductive without attempt. He was a missionary after all, given to using persuasion of every form. Words were ever more effective when pleasing to the ear.

He indicated the paper with a subtle flick of his tail, the chains tangling about each other with a gentle clangor. "Find something?"

[Vyn]

Visibia was not dead...but o! for a moment she sure wished she was. She was sprawled on her side, head roaring with pain more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before...but she was definitely alive. Without moving she opened her two-toned optics, gazing at the still figure beside her before slowly tilting her attention around the cell. No one else. Still, she didn't move, her ears perked for a moment.

Yes, she'd definitely heard something. Movement in the cells to either side of her. However, there was no relief in company. Especially if it was separated from her by stone walls.

A shudder rushed through her form, the bells on her earrings ringing in its pure and lovely way. Vi loved bells. Slowly the Marionette rolled to her paws, another explosion of tinkling bells though it was added to by the ones around her paws. Delightful. She turned her attention to the other moving figure, and then to the fallen creatures around her paws.

For a moment she simply stood where she had roused, gazing at the cell around her. Immaculate. Shattered gaze searched the room for a moment longer, a frown upon her lovely muzzle. She didn't like what she saw in the least. Finally a heavy sigh fell from her and she traipsed lightly to the bars of her small prison, her effortless movement appearing light and carefree.

"Hello..." She cooed out, sliding smoothly from canine to human so that she could slip her slender fingers through the bars as she leaned her nude frame against it. However, Vi remained quiet now, head cocked to hear what the other male had to say. She really hoped he had found something, she wasn't at all fond of having to be in this little cell for longer than she had to.

[Kitty Love]

Ananzibi was indeed alive, merely playing possum until the pounding in her head went away, or merely dulled to a bearable state. The first sign of life, save the gentle rise and fall of her sides, was a twitch of one of her tail, and the slow opening of an eye. She felt a slight bit of nausea hit her as her other eye opened and her vision adjusted. Jeez Louise what had happened? and what was that?

The sound of nearby jingling awoke her fully, bringing up her finely sculpted countenance, peering in the direction of such a racket. One velvet lined auditory slowly folded back against her skull as she peered at the odd ... creature she'd been penned with. Odd, very, but there was worse company that could have been forced upon her.

Now, fully awake and feeling halfway decent, she slowly rose to her paws and began to stretch elegantly, trying to work the kinks and soreness out of her limbs. Aforementioned auditory sprang back up when another voice was heard, and returned halfway to it's previous position when it was found to be male. Even she knew being rude and nasty wouldn't get her out of this blasted cage, thus his greeting was returned pleasantly, her voice melodic and even soothing to the ears. "Hello there."

She moved to the front of her amazing clean prison and sat upon her haunches, wrapping her tails one at a time around to rest on her paws and peer through bars as best she could before slipping the other female a glance and dipping her head slightly, acknowledging her presence, and making sure she didn't try anything... funny.

[tigs]

Growling indignantly, the dark and beautiful maned one sat up, eyeing the rock which had shifted onto his tail with distaste. Having woken late, he noticed his cellmate was already moving about, talking to something from somewhere. Or maybe he was just insane. Time would tell. That didn't take long, he could have sworn he'd heard voices. Shifting the rock back upright, he awkwardly moved to his legs and out of the way as it re-collapsed. Hating the disgust on his form, he quickly shifted to human form. Keeping the dark skin, ebony mane, grey-black eyes, and swirls fading from blue to purple all along his form. The obsidian bracelets remained on his wrists, and the earrings in his ears, along with the ribbon which was just as messily strung through his hair. He'd fix this later.

"How many are beyond our captive space?" He asked his serpent cellmate. His voice was a soft bass, surprising, and misleading for one with such exceptional powers. But he liked it just fine that way, being underestimated was fun now and then. He tried to manuver his eyes around the serpent, but found he couldn't see a thing. Unfortunate, but he was patient enough to wait and see what he'd missed.

His head pounded, yelling at him for trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness so quickly, but he ignored that and continued to scan his eyes over everything as he took a few steps to stretch. The introductions would come soon, surely, and he hoped it would all be brief. He wasn't in this to make friends, he never had needed them before, he'd much rather work on getting out of this damned cage, and finding whoever placed him in here...

He flicked his fingers with an expert ease against the rock, trying to judge based on climate and architecture, what kind of a structure they were in, and where. It was quite old and decaying, so he was guessing a castle of somesort. Which meant with that knowledge, coupled with the damp, moistness, he guessed they were probably in a very secluded area, a ways north of his home. Pleasant. Someone had certainly been planning this for a while.

"Dammit." He growled under his breath, more to himself than anything. A fast temper he had, and one slow to fade. He'd be pissy for a while. Then again, he didn't know many who would exactly enjoy being locked in a damp, decayed castle, miles from their home.

[blufly]

ooc| Sorry for the delay everyone, I was feeling a bit under the weather.

Well, Kaejo thought, his tail twitching nervously. That wasn't especially good news. He, like most the Puppeteer presumed, had no intention of dying. But, that did seem to be his fate soon, he was not one for tests. And the rest, the part meant for him it seemed! Ah, it was a death wish for sure.

The male was pulled from his morbid thoughts by the words of another--a serpant Amuni by the looks of it. Narrowing his eyes, it was much too dark, Kaejo nodded, but said nothing. How much of this letter should be revealed? The rest was too disturbing to quote, he would memorize it, but only he.

Before he could share the first part of the letter, yet another voice cut into his thoughts. This one seemed to be another Euclide in human form...and nude. For a moment, his lust rose to engulf him, but then he remembered why exactly he was here, and cooled his stare.

"As I was about to say," he started. "I did indeed find something, which is indeed important," he said. For a moment, he let his words hang, grateful for the attention. Then, with a cough, Kaejo spoke the first part of the letter.

There were at least two others here, he knew that; heard one and saw another move, so they were both alive. But, he was not one to press, and he merely sat down against a large rock of rubble.

"I don't suppose any of you have a key?"

[silverdust]

His cell mate was awake, and moving around, so it was apparent he wasn't dead. He glanced backwards, taking in the creature's shift. Must be Defore, what was he doing so far out here? He had thought all of them lived in America or something. Still, he kept his tone genial, contrast to the other's obvious pissiness.

"Three others beyond the bar, two Euclide and an Amuni," the answer was to the point, he didn't feel like much socializing anyways. He was kind of tired of the games he played with Euclide, and had no experience with Defore. Besides, he wasn't planning on being together with him any longer than he had to.

He picked up the Euclides' words and motions. The note's words drew no reaction from him, but then again, he was used to playing cool and stoic. Numbness was nothing new. He sighed and lowered the hood, perhaps allowign the Defore behind him to see better. His tail flicked erratically as he amused himself with the sound. "I have no key."

Eyes flicked behind him again. "Do you?"

[tigs]

Shifting his nude form from the wall, it was obvious he had little modesty, and was comfortable enough in his sexuality to not be bothered by his male cellmate. He took in the information slowly, sighing with disinterest. The only one of his kind? Well, this would harbor little fun, or perhaps, it would be moreso? Time would tell. "Anything particularily interesting about them? What's that guy reading off?..."

His words drifted as he listened, rolling his eyes and cracking his fingers in mild irritation. "Well, someone thinks themselves clever." He stated distastefully. Females were not beings of power or superior intellect, not unless you allowed them to be. This little wench would pay for her sneering words and condemning finality. It seemed the serpent was much less bothered by it, but that was something that mattered little to him. If he had given up already or somesuch, well, Xionde wasn't exactly going to break his back trying to help him.

"No key here either. Doesn't hurt to look though, help me rummage through these damned pointy rocks." It wasn't a command so much as a... reccomendation. He wouldn't be likely to forget someone slacking off in such a serious situation. Already his hands ripped rocks towards the other side of the wall, examining gutted holes in the floor and crevices of the walls, and sometimes the underneath of particularily viciously shaped stone. His hands were stained with his own blood already, and he'd just begun the search. "Damn I hate these rocks."

[Vyn]

Visibia smiled in her lovely manner, catching sight of the staring Sin, but her smile faltered faintly at the announcement of his find. The letter did not exactly tell her anything knew, but she didn't like the sound of it. She didn't want to die, she might've been a meek soul at times...but death...it just wasn't on her agenda.

She'd settle down and start a family with her cellmate before that happened.

Speaking on, the Marionette in human form tilted her attention to Anazibi. At least she was alive and Vi wasn't sharing company with corpses. The thought brought a smile to her sweet lips, and she leaned back gracefully, looping a leg into the bars to watch Anazibi approach. Wordlessly she leaned back against the bars, breast pressed to the cool metal. It sent a bell-accompanied shiver up her lovely frame.

"Good to see you're alive, lovely."

Her gaze drifted through the bars again. Beyond her prison sat a simple box. A bit out of reach. Leaning back again, showing off her seductive flexibility to anyone who cared to watch, Visibia surveyed her immaculate cell. Could it really be hiding anything?

As unlikely as she was to admit it...she was currently feeling rather useless.