Post by Hope on Oct 20, 2013 0:50:53 GMT -5
"...Whatever happens, Kohaku, don't you dare lose now. I gave up my wish just now and honored my end of the bargain, now you have to make sure you get to the end of all this, otherwise me sacrificing my marks to you was pointless." Ria said to her, keeping her tone controlled and even, although she felt anything but in control and calm. She had to act like that. She wasn't angry at Kohaku, but at the result.
The words finished scrawling down the page along the same time she finished reading them. Her eyes naturally skipped a line to the next paragraph, only to momentarily go numb as they glazed over an unfamiliar sight: the milky whiteness of a blank page.
With a long sigh that left her lungs as empty as the pit in her stomach she closed the book and rubbed her eyes. There was never anything to do in the boring pillow and book strewn room, even as she spun to find its newest addition. Since the library manifest in the dangai and the sweeper had decided to have its way with it the realm had decided to shut down most of its 'unnecessary' expenses of its power. Including, apparently, lighting in any rooms that had any kind of alternate source. And what a magnificent she had: a helixically shaped gem nearly nine feet tall suspended like a stalactite from the ceiling on the far side of the room. Within its countless rough-cut facets lie two feminine figures, each obscured in a dazzling light but left suspended forever locked in the clear crystal a mere half-a-foot apart in a vain attempt at a loving embrace; the entire light leaving a grim reminder of the lonely fate Akasha had to endure the last ten years.
And yet the position wasn't without its perks. And as she stood and stretched her legs, allowing the now useless "Akashic Index" to fall with a loud thud onto the silk-strewn stone floor she considered how much better off she was than the others trapped in the confines of the Realm of Lost Memories. Those poor saps floating to and fro without ever being reunited with their own memories; those ghasts forever vying for favor with a realm that has chosen its one and only mistress.
The doomed mistress of her own doomed little realm.
"Looks like its time to greet our guests, my beloved daughters..."
The four remaining souls in the library found themselves once against floating in a sea of light--but now for a significantly shorter amount of time and with a considerably harder landing. Each fell with a violent thud on what could only be compared to a narrow and crumbling stone bridge. The aqueduct-like structure stood suspended over a literal waterfall of books, paper and rubble that dangerously slid from some unknown depths of the library past the group in a violent background of chaos and deafening cacophony. The light seemed dimmer now than before. Occasionally a piece of debris or paper would ricochet off the sides of the unguarded stone walkway--oftentimes from some distance in the long and narrow chamber of uncertain height that seemed to go on in all directions without end...save for one. A single white wall and featureless wall that curved in all directions as though it were a perfect sphere of unimaginable magnitude; the core of the library.
"Welcome and congratulations, one and all," a voice rang in the heads of all those present as a crack formed on the outline of the great sphere nearest the edge of the bridge. "Your remarkable level of fate has brought you at long last to my humble abode."
Like a password from a tale of old the crack on the sphere widened and split into a proper doorway--at least eight feet across and ten feet high. And standing in the center of it all, her shimmering figure illuminated by the macabre lighting behind her. Long black hair rest over her pale skin as she looked over each of the contestant's with her deep gold eyes. Her long white robes shifted a bit over her filled figure--she was at least in her mid to late twenties despite the childish appearance of her unkept hair, oversized white robes and feet left bare even against the cold stone floor.
"And if you'll all follow me to my chambers, we should have enough time to discuss everything," she said telepathically to the group with a sudden smile crossing her lips, "And a place quiet enough to do so."
Turning without giving the group a second look she stepped into her room. She didn't care at this point if one of them wanted to backstab the others and turn it into a free-for-all. She just needed one of them. But at this point she didn't have enough time nor enough energy for another 'round' like she had originally planned. On the contrary, she was barely able to bring them here safely enough. And as another rumble hit the library, the sweeper making its way through another layer of compressed time-space, she watched as the large gold and white silk curtains in the shadow-filled room shake violently. Even with the normally cozy atmosphere of the books and throw-pillows she found it hard to make her relatively small room in the center of that enormous sphere any more inviting. Especially with the omnipresent gem that even she had trouble pulling her eye from...