Ascian's Ideal World: First Run

[idolpro]

You are in a dark place. All you can here is ticking for a long, long while.

Then a bright light, a pure white crystal, taller than the dorms itself, appears in front of you. It's voice echoes in your mind.

Hear.... Feel... Think...
A Light there once was that shone throughout this realm... yet it has since grown dim
And as it has faltered so has the Darkness risen up in its stead, presaging an end to life.
For the sake of us all, I beseech thee deliver us from this fate.
If thou would pierce the shadows... make thee a blade of light.
Hold onto it, child.
Return His Dark servants to your realm.
But beware, ever is He trying to grow his power. Do not get caught.


And the light vanishes you find yourself with a crystal in your hand.



Though you are again left in in Darkness before you find yourself in a vast city standing in front of a large teleportation device.

Objectives (if your character can translate Hydaelyn vagueness):
1) Convince both Ascians to leave
2) Don't get tempered :) (or killed if you don't like mind control)

Additionally you may choose EITHER canon or OR imeeji powers to be active. You can wait to decide until you use a power, but once you use a power that powerset is locked in as your choice.

Also if people are in the same area as you feel free to mingle. It is in fact encouraged. Also your phones work only to text and take pictures (basically for the purpose of communicating in case you are in different spots).

GAME START

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PERSEPHONE

[idolpro]

The fear within you swells to bursting and then--you are in a tiny dark box, all the walls close around you, your chest feels tight, you feel like you can’t breathe. You feel like you’re in this box for hours, days maybe, you cannot tell the passing of time, what you know is the bottom of the box is wet and stinks of blood, but when the box finally opens you can barely move.

Above you are the faces of men, many leering men reaching to drag you out. You cannot move, you are too weak, too delicate, too drained. But you can see that around the box are the bodies of those you care for, your clothes dripping in their blood. You could do nothing for them. Were they alive, bleeding out while you were in that box? This haunts you.

The fear and the helplessness burst from your chest like your heart is failing, producing a faceless creature clothed in white, a bloody caricature of a bride that feasts on the bodies of your loved ones, growing stronger as you grow weaker.

The thing scuttles away, leaving you shaking, unable to breathe in the hold of strange men, and the terror intensifies--

The vision fades but the terror, and the disorientation remain. You can feel the thing lurking, waiting to return.