Estylwen

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Apologies, there's still more of the IC to write, and I don't want to rush it. I'll have more time tomorrow, and will ideally post then. Thanks for your patience!

Iris Ascendis

so do not engage unless you are certain you have a clear shot.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this sounds less like a runaway train and more like a hunt and destroy. xD

Iris Ascendis

Hahaha. Ah, I think the fight between light and dark would have gotten out one way or another, eventually.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Savio Teq

Savio Teq

38 | Human | He/him | Lawless, Leader of the Red Embers

Abyssal Connection: Possessive Subjugation

Pyromancy

Savio is subjugated by a phoenix-like Wild, allowing him full control over and creation of fire.

On the low end, he can create sparks and flames. On the high end, he can create fireballs, vortexes and walls of fire.

He is susceptible to water. If he gets wet, he is unable to produce flames. Likewise, water can put out his fire.

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Description: Savio is like the big brother to Vin of the Bears. He was Vin's previous boss before Vin decided to up and leave the Red Embers, and create his own gang. Savio was pretty bitter for a while, but eventually softened up to the idea since Vin gave them such good trading deals.

So, whenever Vin has a problem, it's usually Savio that comes to clean up the mess. Savio is fairly proud of his arsenal. Not only does he have a possessive Subjugation, he has amassed wealth for his gang. He currently owns a tank with high-impact shells. They may not be AE shells, but they are enough to demolish a building. He and his men have AE rifles.

Vin is ruthless, but Savio is even more ruthless. His Wild, the Makau, has a deep set desire to overthrow the current Wild King, and rule the Wilds. To this end, Makau is more Lawless-aligned, and will happily assist Savio in taking down other Wilds for their hearts.

Savio has business with Ghost Corp and Umbra, sometimes causing fights between the two factions for profit. He is not against giving away tips for profit either, such as where Ghost Corp or Umbra can unearth a Wild or tech to try and overthrow each other.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

@Ocelot79 Not dead yet, you're welcome to post and see if you can survive.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

I am a little delayed, I will have a post up tomorrow. Thanks for your patience everyone!

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@WhiteAngel25 Any luck? :>

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

New post is up! :)

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

E.Y.122, The Endless Store

@Squirrel98

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Amanda did indeed cover herself in the dried blood found at the locked automatic doors. However, she also found herself in the center of the only source of light in the entire vicinity.

To her ultimate end.

The glowing eyes and smile twisted at an unnatural angle as it approached the light, eventually coming into view. The smiler was a dark, gangy entity, with massive teeth formed in a smile and long, clawed limbs. It's body was made entirely of a scratchy darkness, hard to make focused.

It loomed over Amanda, white eyes staring as she sat there, covered in old blood. One step, then another, as it approached, massive teeth unwinding, gaping maw aiming to swallow her whole.

Except,

It didn't.

Instead of devouring Amanda, the smiler instead began licking her face, neck, and hands, removing the blood. It hummed in satisfaction, finding sustenance in this.

As the smiler took its fill of the old blood, licking Amanda clean, the door she had initially entered the store with unlocked. The way back was open.

Additionally. Near the locked automatic doors, a metal ‘Employees Only’ door lit up, with an exit sign over it. A way out.

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B.?.117

@Xandrya

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Michelle's goodness paid itself forward, indeed. It was as if the room itself reacted to her kindness.

What had once been an ominous well of ethereal water, now changed. The water slowly drained thirty feet, revealing a horizontal door painted in red. On top of the door was a soaked basket, filled with a bottle of water and zip-loc bags full of cotton candy, elephant ears, and corn dogs.

Above the door, embedded in the stone, was an exit sign, glowing a soft green.

Whatever she hoped to glean from Mr. Squiggles, at least she could do it in a new somewhat safer environment.

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C.G.106

@Vertigo

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There was a strong sniffing noise that split the air. The monster, the smiler was sniffing the air, it's head twisting this way and that in the darkness, looking for the one that hurt Hazard.

”Don't be shy, oh please. Come out, won't you? I won't hurt you. Much.”

It stepped forward, as if attracted to the fear dripping off Abel. There was a brush of something on plastic, and a crunch as a part of what may have been the plastic castle becoming crushed under a smiler's hand.

Giggling. Almost maddeningly happy, confident it had Abel pinned. With fear, as well as confusing him to a corner of the room.

The glowing eyes came closer, surveying the darkness, alerted slightly by the shuffle of plastic balls as Abel removed himself from the pit. A head turned sharply, the smile widening.

“I got you…”

And massive hands in the darkness reached out, groping for the source of the sound, searching for Abel, in the murkiness.

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F.Y.119

@Ocelot79

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Alas, before Lucas could take another step towards Zuzu, before he could inflict a blow that the poor ponycorn just could not handle, the room rumbled in response.

A splash of water.

And then, jaws enclosed upon Lucas as, from the water, erupted a massive eel, yellow eyes staring angrily, hungrily, at Lucas.

Its teeth tore into the upper levels of flesh and clothes on Lucas’ wet form, before it yanked back, and pulled Lucas back into the water.

And the eel began to sink into the water, dragging Lucas down with it. Down, deep, the light of the water leaving, diminishing, seeping into darkness.

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Iris Record, Stairwell to the Third Floor
@Nanaya, @AThousandCurses

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“Seeing that you are here, I'm assuming that you have come to rescue Davil. I will assist you.”

Chunji

Ciara flinched, turning abruptly despite the pain lancing through her body. The most unlikeliest sight: Chunji. Her half-delusional mind thought Iraleth had already caught up with her, but this?

Her eyes narrowed, sweat dampening her forehead. The entire Iris Record knew about her. Especially how the Head Advisor had so poetically labeled her an Umbralist. The guards were mobilizing, Iraleth was in a rage, likely Hidegunde too if she could move.

The world had it out for her.

Chunji had to know. He had to know she was considered an enemy of the state at this moment. So why? Why wasn't he automatically trying to detain her?

“You will be needing my sight as I can see past this veil of darkness. Additionally, I will heal the wounds you have accumulated that you have received on your journey here."

Chunji

Ciara glanced momentarily at the upper floor, seen at the end of the stairs. It was, indeed, pitch black. Like a heavy, scratchy blanket.

Her gaze quickly returned to Chunji, watching him for any sudden movements. He said he'd heal her, but could she trust that. Could she trust him?

"If you refuse, I will proceed without you, even if it means dealing with the potential Umbralist by myself. They are of no mere foe as they can control multiple leylines and teleported themselves into the Iris Record."

Chunji

Ciara's brows knitted in confusion, and a muffled groan escaped her, her emotions fluctuating between fight or flight causing pressure on her bullet wound.

Chunji didn't know she was the umbralist? The labeled one, at least. The one everyone in the building was after. There was no way Chunji couldn't know. There was no way she could afford to believe he was speaking the truth.

Was he lying to make her feel more secure, to drop her guard? To capture her eventually?

"Will you accept my help?"

Chunji

Ciara stared for a long moment, silent, her gaze caught between him and the hand offered to her.

Help. Help was what she needed, what she was desperate for. But what was the cost of accepting help from Chunji? Could she really put her faith in him, even for a moment?

“You're dying, little Hunger. Accept their help, find a way out, and betray them for a moment of being free.”

“That's not good business.” Ciara half-chuckled weakly, the loss of blood truly making her delirious.

“Drop your guard and be captured. And don't cry to us when it happens.” The Voices admitted coldly.

A sigh. Eyes refocusing on Chunji, momentary tension, hesitation… Before, her grip on her bullet wound loosened, and she accepted Chunji's hand.

“Yes…” Ciara said, sucking a pained breath through her teeth.

The healing magic was quick and painless. Ciara blinked in surprise; she had no idea Chinju could do this. As she felt her senses return to herself, strength returning to her, she undid the bandage wrapped around her waist. A bullet hit the floor, rolling down the staircase. The bloodstained bandage too, fell to the floor. Ciara ran her fingers over the hole in her jacket; the skin underneath was fully mended.

Amazing.

“...Thank you.” Ciara said, before her hand reached out for Chunji's, and allowed herself to be guided through the darkness.

For now, she would play along, and find Davil. There was no going back now, anyway.

As they moved, shadowy tendrils like fingers seeped out from Ciara's feet, feeling the ground, the walls. Nothing would, or could, catch her by surprise here. She wouldn't allow it.

Find Davil. Find her salvation. And avoid being captured.

These were her three desperate tenants, in this moment.