Martyrdom

[duskskully]

Kyle then walked up to Taike and asked,"So, hey I'm going to need a room mate and well, do you want to be it miss?" Kyle asked as he added,"My name is Kyle Von Brooks the 3rd by the way but please Kyle Von Books or Kyle will do."Kyle said as he waited for Taike to respond.

[kain17335]

Taika looked down at the small welp of a man, she didn't trust him, but it would be far better to sleep in a bed rather than on the floor...
"And what brought you to ask me this?"
Taika, felt slightly uneasy around this boy, his eye's had a sort of lust in them, something that she had seen far too many times in men who wanted to 'meet' her.
Although, she probably made that obvious by having her hair down like this and being relaxed was always the sort of time when she was 'approached'.
"Maybe I can use him..." Taika thought, pondering on whether she should trust this 'boy' even too be near her, she could tell, this was going too be a long time before she could get back to the TSC.....

[duskskully]

"Well, let me tell you something first I have a blood lust so don't bleed near me ok?" Kyle asked as got a two side coin with one side normal and the other messed up and started to flip it."Also, you take the bed I'm use to sleeping on the floor." Kyle said as he added,"I picked you out of the others because, you don't have a lot of stuff to un pack ok?"Kyle said joking around."But, for real tell me what your name is I told you my."Kyle said as he waited for Taika to reply.

[kain17335]

Taika bent over Kyle, her hair falling to the side of her face, but not covering it.
"If either of us is going to bleed near each other, it would probably be you, I've bled more than enough for this lifetime...."
Taika lift herself back up straight, swishing her hair backwards away from her face.
She spoke in a bored sighing tone: "Very well, I shall sleep in the same room as you.."
The young Drakkin's eyes seemed to turn red as she spoke again too Kyle: "If you dare come anywhere near me while I sleep, I will not hesitate find a Doctor who I can 'donate' your body for whatever medical purpose they have." Taika regained her composure, she spoke in her normal bored tone: "Unless they are called Jonathan West..."

[duskskully]

"Don't worry I don't do that in my sleep unless I have really bad nightmares and if you liked to hear them I'll tell you them later." Kyle said walking to his room.

[HansTheHuman]

The wine met Blade's lips and its flavours stimulated his tongue. A real wine connoisseur would described a boisterous burst of berries and a radiant vibe of vintage perfection. A normal person would say it was pretty good wine. As the crisp crimson liquid drained from the glass, Blade felt a slight light-headedness. This was only from a sip, and the flavours tempted Blade to drink a more substantial gulp to truly experience the taste.

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Rose gargled blood spewing from her mouth. A pitiful sight. The sister that sacrificed herself for Phiounuse's life was now put though death yet again. Taken from her grave and used as a puppet to kill the very one she died to save, all for the sick amusement of this audience and disembodied voice which was finally about to reveal a physical form. The sparks in Rose's eyes died out and her body went limp, her second last breath was released as her arms fell thudding on the stage. The audience made its retreat, grunting in disappointment. When the crows dispersed, a slow clapping came from behind one of the great curtains. Not so much a clapping, more like a sound of two rusty rakes being hit together. Emerged the true form of the voice, a form with a grim aura that made it painful to look at. A spindled fram in an authorative black coat and peaked cap hovered ghostly to Phiounuse. Its invisible aura exerting further oppression on the Khajiit's mind.
"Congrats are in order. You faced guilt and won. This calls only for your prize." The voice had now settled on this form, no longer coming from all directions of this realm.
"You have a choice of two. A power of mine, to point and kill any living target in an instant, that you may only rely on once and once only. Or, you can walk out with the contents of...the Mystery Box. Choose."

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"You've gone for the red side of the spectrum." Roo observed Xalem's work.
"Smart choice. Red has a lower frequency, meaning less energy is needed, burning less of your calories. Keep dropping the frequency and you'll move into infrared, microwaves and then radio waves." The small bot trotted to the raw chicken.
"Use infrared to cook this bird. Or rather, use microwaves if you're feel up to it and are short on time. After all, some new recruits have come by and you may want to introduce yourself before they take all the beds."

[Phrost]

Phiounuse sighed.

"Well," she said, putting her paws on her hips, "what's the fun in insta-killing?" She looked around, pondering her initial decision. "I'll take the Box."

[HansTheHuman]

"So be it." The oppressive figure could be vaguely seen undoing the top button of its coat, and reaching inside to produce a black box. The lid was torn off, and the realm was sucked into it, while Phiounuse was pushed out. She felt tired, suddenly. Falling backwards into the void to land asleep on the bed of her chambers. A gift from The General rested in her arms.

[thatfallout3guy]

Blade grabbed his head, wondering why he was so light headed from only a single sip. Normally he would have put the glass down, but something about it... the taste was too perfect, almost as if it was created for him specifically. He raised the glass up, taking a much larger gulp from it this time.

[HansTheHuman]

As the red form glass emptied, Blade's skin paled. A staggering weakness took him, and his hand that held the glass fell limp dropping it on the floor. The glass shattered and Blade gasped for air. No matter how big his breaths were, but his body couldn't accept the air. Lungfuls of air, yet he was breathless. Gas may have been release, or was it the wine? Blade could not think about, his brain deprived of oxygen and barely conscious. His vision blurry, he could just make out the starter course being placed before him by the giant twisted waitor. Something reddish brown and arranged in vertical segments on leafy greens. Blade could smell BBQ sauce, it's smoky tang watered his mouth. His vision became clearer, slightly, maybe just so his meal could get some visual appreciation. Spare ribs, heavily marinated and arranged on a bed of lettuce. They were stood up, their curvature bowed towards Blade. But, there was no glint of cutlery and only a napkin, it seems these ribs were meant to be pryed apart and eaten by hand.

[thatfallout3guy]

'What the hell was in that stuff?' Blade asked himself in his head. He tried shaking it off, but no matter what he felt weak, out of breath, like he was about to faint at any moment. After he finally managed to collect his thoughts, he glanced at the ribs, 'Food... that'll clear my head, right? Right..' he thought as he reached over to the ribs, snapping one away from the rest.

[HansTheHuman]

As the rib broke off, a sharp sickening crack stammered in Blades chest. He keeled over the table to an intense stabbing pain. Blades own rib, one on his left side at the top of the rib-cage, was jutting out through his chest and had pierced through his clothes, its blood stained white clearly visible.

[thatfallout3guy]

Blade was in shock, the pain not hitting him at first as he just stared at the new chest wound. He tried to speak, but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. Then, it hit him. A sharp pain coursed throughout his entire body. He screamed as he fall over, gripping his chest to try and keep the blood from pouring out.

[HansTheHuman]

"Go on! Take a bite! I insist, it will be one of the most delectable things you have tasted!" The voice taunting the writhing man on the wood floor.
"I mean it! You have to take at least one morsel of every dish or you will FAIL! And if you think eating yourself is bad, you do NOT want to FAIL!"