Kunzite

[dramatispersonae]

[There is a circular table with seven chairs lined around it. In the center of the table, there is a bowl with fire burning pleasantly inside it. It seems to be the only source of light in the room. The flames flash upon a few items spread across the table: A spool of black thread, a worn though plenty sharp knife, a wooden cup with a faint coopery smell, and a saucer of seven smooth, black stones.]

Comments

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

The voice is quiet and distant as it calls out from the darkness, "I will take one of you. You may choose whom. If you take too long . . . I will choose for you."

[virtuallyroyalty]

... uh-oh.

Re: Choice

[isfet]

[picking up the knife an examining the blade.]

"Take"... not very specific, is she?

Re: Choice

[virtuallyroyalty]

No, but judging from what I've heard and the items here, it might not be the best end for anyone taken.

Re: Choice

[isfet]

Well, there's only two of us.

[virtuallyroyalty]

... how do you wanna do this? Leave it to chance, or actually decide?

[isfet]

[shrugs]

Nah, I'll go. Might as well, since I'm actually on Kunzite, right...?

[virtuallyroyalty]

I was gonna say that because you're actually on Kunzite, maybe you should stay behind. But I won't complain if you want to!

[isfet]

I'm curious, what can I say.

[virtuallyroyalty]

Then it's decided. Try to have fun!

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

Who do you choose?

Re: Answer

[isfet]

I'll go.

Re: Answer

[dramatispersonae]

The dark pauses, considering for a moment, before rising up and blanketing him. It swiftly sinks down into nothing.

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

Seven cards fly out from the flames before settling gently in front of a chair. They each have a word scrawled on them in black ink: Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, and Humility.

"You must choose once more . . . When you have selected a card, throw it into the flame . . . "

Re: Choice

[virtuallyroyalty]

[ what is temperance and humility... diligence I know because I've at least probably heard that directed to me before... and the rest... :|a TOUGH CHOICES ]

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

Which card do you pick?

Re: Answer

[virtuallyroyalty]

[ Chaaarity! ]

Re: Answer

[dramatispersonae]

The fire crackles as it burns away the card. After a moment, Diligence comes fluttering out.

Choice

[dramatispersonae]

The voice calls out from the dark once more, "This is your last choice. I have taken one of yours . . . What will you do to reclaim them? Will you give up a limb? A sense . . . ? Or will you suffer an injury? Or will you face even death to have them once more . . . ? When you have chosen, speak into the flames."

[virtuallyroyalty]

[ ... oh great someone is leaving Blizzard alone to make this choice ]

Answer

[dramatispersonae]

What will you do?

Re: Answer

[virtuallyroyalty]

[ AFTER SOME AGONIZING MINUTES ]

. . . well, if I die I can't immediately make sure they're safe for good. And defeats the purpose of "reclaiming" them. So all of the above but death.

Re: Answer

[dramatispersonae]

The spool of thread starts to unloop, circles and circles of black thread start to spread across the table. With a twinge of sadness, the voice calls out from the dark, "You have made your choice . . . "

With that, the thread lifts to swiftly loop around his finger. It circles and snakes it way up to its shoulder. Wherever the thread touches, it doesn't seem as if your body will obey; your arm simply hangs limply at your side.

[virtuallyroyalty]

[ ....... that's not too... terrible... just freaky!? ]

[ pokes his arm :U ]