Raffles & Giveaways

[center][b][size=6][color=blue]DAY FIVE[/color][/size][/b][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/C1qsnVfX/fancy-divider-260.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]_____[/color]Upon your return to the hall, it takes the attendees several moments to gather themselves. If everyone’s experience was like yours, it was a noisy mob scene on the other side of the doors and even the weirdness waiting for you in the hall is almost soothing in its lack of loudness and crushing bodies. [color=transparent]_____[/color]The ringmaster’s voice is dropped to a stage whisper, his face twisted into sympathetic lines. “I know, it can be overwhelming when so much comes at you in such a short time. Amazing amounts of fortitude we’re finding in our contestants! But let’s see how many of them actually made the right choice!” [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [columns][b]Being Stared At 1:[/b] @Crystalitar @Self @ShadeytheDragon [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Out of all the options, the one that causes you less dread is that of stealth. After all, no one pays attention to the menial staff anywhere, right? As long as you can keep the role, you should be fine! After a quick change, you grab a bucket and a brush and begin to work your way through the crowd. You get almost halfway there before your bucket hits someone in the knee. It's bad luck that the someone happens to be a drunken, belligerent theater patron. Soon the kerfluffle draws almost half the audience away from their enjoyment and the scene fades as you feel the weight of more than just gazes landing upon you.[/columns] [columns][b]Being Stared At 2:[/b] No One [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Once again, the obvious solution to avoid being stared at is to get rid of the eyes that might turn your way, right? To that end, you reach up and pull the fire alarm, filling the room with sound and strobing lights. Your action at first has the desired effect. Everyone begins to make their way in a frantic horde to the exit. What you had failed to notice was the fact that the exit was down the hallway from the fire alarm. You are suddenly faced with a panicking mob headed your way with all their strength and speed. Mercifully, before it cuts out, the scene only shows you the first few feet that begin to grind you into the floor after you're knocked down by the first wave.[/columns] [columns][b]Being Stared At 3:[/b] @BunnySox @Easte @FishingNet @Gladicent @Kaimon @Piccalily0510 @sockmonkeygerald @SolarSam @Soulthreads [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Though you hate the idea of all those eyes upon you, it makes sense that it wouldn't BE you and it shouldn't feel as strange. Ducking over to the rack, you wiggle your way into a costume that fits and make your way to the side of the stage. Finding just the right moment, you slip into the crowd at the back of the current scene and gesture your way through toward the door. As you'd hoped, the chorus concealed you from any actual attention and you dart your way behind the curtain on the other side of the stage. Just before you turn the knob, you hear the stage manager chuckle and say, "Nicely done. If you can hide yourself behind a mask, remember that the villain can too."[/columns] ----- [columns][b]Being Touched 1:[/b] @BirdsDontTalk @RemanLT [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Avoidance is definitely the way to go here. You may have to actually sidle along the walls to get out, but you're going to keep those hands off of you. ...You think. At first, there is no problem. You avoid the small groupings; they're usually too into what they're doing to pay attention to you. But then you realize you seem to be getting no closer to your goal. It's as if the room turned circular, and on each lap around, it gets smaller and smaller and the gaps get fewer and fewer. The horrible feeling of invisible touch sensations start before the hands even reach you, and you're very relieved when the lights go out.[/columns] [columns][b]Being Touched 2:[/b] No One [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Oh thank goodness. With so many layers from that coat rack, there will be absolutely no way you can feel someone else's hands on you. You take the time to completely cover your skin and add even a couple of extra layers. So armored, you take a deep breath and attempt to bull your way through the crowd. At first it seems to work, but then you realize you're slowing down. Not only that, but the crowd seems even thicker than it was before. Turning frantically, you realize you can't even see a wall anywhere... it's just a teeming mass of bodies and you're lost in the middle. As the reaching hands start tearing off your layers, you duck your head and let the picture fade.[/columns] [columns][b]Being Touched 3:[/b] @Aviander @ClockworkEclipse @Eeree @RisenWolf @Tues @WolfTrickster [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Everything you're looking at tells you there is no way to avoid being touched completely. Swallowing hard, you give in to necessity and turn around on the table you're standing on before letting your body fall back onto the reaching hands. Surprisingly, it actually does feel like you're floating on waves. The hands touch you for such a short time, and are very respectful of where they touch before they pass you along. In mere moments, you're on the other side of the chaos facing the door. A slightly tipsy girl staggers up and smiles at you. "The victim in an ugly scene can sometimes be misconstrued. Look for the little clues in all the chaos." She then laughs and opens the door for you with a flourish.[/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/606325/60632478.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]__[/color][nextcol][color=transparent]_____[/color]As the pictures are rolling, you find yourself noticing the actions of the captives in the cage. Whenever the smaller figure manages to catch the attention of one of the con-goers, she does her best to entice, be shy, and elicit sympathy. You can’t decide if she’s actually afraid as she appears, or if she’s playing it up for reaction.[/columns] [columns][color=transparent]_____[/color]The creature in the second cage, however, tries his best to make eye contact and communicate something with each person who glances at him. Unfortunately, not many can keep their eyes on him for more than a moment - either out of horror or pity - and he is getting more and more frustrated. As you meet his glance, you find yourself both repulsed and fascinated… and then curious. Though his frustration is writ large, you don’t sense any malice from his attention. You’re still not sure what to believe about either of them at this point.[nextcol][color=transparent]__[/color][nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/587525/58752445.png[/img][/columns] [color=transparent]_____[/color]Shaking your head, you turn back to your host, who is picking up his presentation again. [color=transparent]_____[/color]“I hope that you all have been paying attention to everything! Remember the rules, and don’t get so focused on your own path that you neglect to learn from others!” When the film orb lights up again, his voice slithers through the sound of the film reel intensely. “Now watch again, as more of the crime and its cruel perpetrator are revealed! Believe nothing and everything… take it all in, and trust your gut.” [color=transparent]_____[/color]Determined to make sure you miss nothing, you watch the scenes unfold with deep attention. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]_____[/color]The first thing you notice about the newest installment of the story is that it seems to be taking place even earlier than the others. You see your two captives, this time outside the house… and they’re together. Looking at them from a distance, they are obviously in love. They are in and out of trysts that never seem to last as long as he wants them. His love’s appearances are intense, but unfortunately brief. For some reason, she will not stay with him for long and will disappear for days at a time. [color=transparent]_____[/color]Abruptly, there is an argument. He has followed her to the place she goes to “rest and revitalize”. You see nothing in the building, but he comes storming out in a fury. The last image before the film cuts out is of her eyes staring after him, gleaming, with the fuzzy shape of another person laying in front of a large, unknown object in the background. But the picture is so distorted you’re not sure if the shine is tears or something else. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]_____[/color]You’re so intent on absorbing what you’ve seen that the resumption of the ringmaster’s hearty tones almost make you jump. [color=transparent]_____[/color]“Isn’t it a shame when young lovers have something come between them? So much miscommunication and misunderstanding can happen even in the most adoring of couples.” Peering at his audience through heart-shaped hands, he smiles. “But then, no one ever said love was easy.” [color=transparent]_____[/color]Strutting back and forth across the stage with his hands behind his back, the ringmaster shakes his head and adopts mournful tones. “We all know that our lovers are doomed to fall into the vortex of hate… it’s very sad. But one is definitely more to blame than the other. You still need to decide which.” [color=transparent]_____[/color]The wheel begins to turn again. “To that end, we move you along and hope that you use what you’ve learned so far to deal with things beyond your control. Let’s see what you make of…” [columns][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64209348][b]Phasmophobia the fear of [size=5]GHOSTS[/size][/b] The Irish have long believed that rocking an empty chair invites dark forces to come sit in it. If the chair moves of its own accord, that's even worse — the malicious spirit has already settled in it, and may bring death to the family. [/url][/center] [nextcol][center][img]https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/50506406681_490436ee51_q.jpg[/img][/center] [nextcol][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63584587][b]Astraphobia the fear of [size=5]THUNDER AND LIGHTNING[/size][/b] Dreaming of thunder or lightning is thought to be a good omen, foretelling good news from afar and an increase in wealth.[/url][/center][/columns]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64532706][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/645328/64532706_350.png[/img][/url] Torpor is drained to the point where he no longer knows how he is standing. Still no luck in the Fool's trials, still no sign of his mate, and still no escape. What is the endgame here? It feels as though it has been days, though he suspects that it has not been near so long. All he wants to do at this point is sleep. And maybe eat. The show continues but Torpor is not really absorbing the information. Does he really need to continue? Can't one of these other dragons go instead? His eyes start to close and he feels a refreshing breeze at his back. "Push forward love, there is only one way through this cave of darkness; and there is no going back." Torpor whips around, looking for the source of that familiar voice. But his tired body is not fast enough- there is no sign. Is he dreaming? Perhaps he did indeed fall asleep. But it felt so real. At this point the stage has been set and the wheel has spun down to the next trial. How appropriate. Torpor is already hearing voices. He shakes his head at the strangeness of it all and walks forward. Maybe if he stays open to things he might have answers. Then again, he might just have haunted dreams. [center](Choice #1)[/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/11843519][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/118436/11843519_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [i]Okay. [/i] [i]I'm okay.[/i] Isavar patted his hands over as much of his body as he could reach. [i]No bruises. No blood. I got through that one, mostly unscathed. [/i] His shoulders relaxed the teensiest little bit as he gave in to his momentary relief. He even managed to look around the room a bit, see how others were doing. Each time on the return to the hall, some were clearly more terrorized than others. The ones who saw their demises, they were the ones who shook the most on the return, and took a while to settle, and remind themselves that the events, so far, weren't really real. But the rest of the group wasn't, truthfully, in that great of shape overall, Issy thought to himself. [i]We're all still dancing to this Ringmaster guy's tune; we're still not free to leave, and there are yet horrors to come, if my instincts are right.[/i] And facing all your fears in one calamitous night, was no picnic, that's for sure. [i]"Y'alright, mate?"[/i] Issy asked of another Spiral, slowly spinning in the air, a few meters away. Issy knew the dragon would end up in knots before long, if his panicky spinning continued. The dragon's spiral slowed a bit as his gaze fell on Isavar, and he managed an ironic smile. [i]"Yeah, no worries,"[/i] the Spiral said, trying to sound breezy, as he brought his twisting body into languid control again. [i]"Just, y'know, shakin' it off, a bit."[/i] And he let out a big sigh of hot air, that ended in a light, derisive snort. [i]"You?"[/i] he asked Isavar. [i]"I've had more fun at a fire ant rave,[/i]" Issy dead-panned with a quick grin, trying to keep things light. The other Spiral managed a brief rise of one corner of his mouth, but then the Ringmaster began to speak, and their attention was ratcheted back to that infernal dais and that irritatingly jaunty voice. Another film clip, and Issy was still not sure who or what to believe. At one point, he'd felt fairly confident in his little ideas, but each trip through the portal revealed more - and somehow, also obscured more. It was crazy!! Isavar thought of home and his revered Clan Leader, Tuula. What would Tuula counsel him to do? [center][i][color=yellowgreen][b]Breathe deeply and take one step at a time, until all is known.[/b][/color][/i][/center] There was no reasonable action he, Issy, could take at the moment, and they were apparently in no actual immediate physical threat to their lives... but the psychological impact of these challenges, to experience these events [i]as if[/i] they were real, was hardly better. To use a nautical term, Issy thought wryly, Tuula would say to "stay the course;" and, [center][i][color=yellowgreen][b]"You will know when the time is right to take action."[/b][/color][/i][/center] Issy nodded to himself, as if he'd actually been speaking to Tuula, right there in the hall. Ok. He felt strengthened by his clan leader's wisdom and insight, even if it had all been in his own head. Two more choices, then - Phasmophobia and Astraphobia [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/zyclhpf6dv31m57/lightningtop.png[/img] [center][color=darkturquoise]Issy chooses Thunder & Lightning: Option #1[/color] [/center] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/8j5x6ctsche062g/lightningbottom.png[/img] He was going to make it to that farmhouse. He HAD to make it to that farmhouse, and the storm cellar beneath. And pray to Windsinger and Shadowbinder, both, that the exit door is in there...

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33589391][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/335894/33589391_350.png[/img][/url] It's over. It's over. Thank all the deities, it's over. Staggering back into the hall, Xerxes struggles to collect himself. Surfing over the crowd proved to be a quick release from the torment, but at what cost? Every touch still lingers on his scales, and for the first time in years, he can hear his pulse hammering in his ears, a relentless, tuneless thundering. This place is cursed, without a doubt. Forget the captives, forget the ringmaster, forget everything but a way out. Every minute spent not finding an escape from this wretched place is a waste of time and energy. Still, it's hard to look away from the ringmaster's captives, especially the tall, disfigured one. There's something desperate in his searching gaze, something Xerxes is beginning to understand, and leaving him behind to some unknown fate seems unnecessarily cruel. Choosing between saving the captives and escaping this terror-filled escapade is the most difficult choice Xerxes has encountered tonight. But when the new doors appear, he hopes for a fleeting second that it is possible to do both in one fell swoop. This time, the choice is simple. Faced with a door leading to other ghosts, Xerxes does not hesitate in the least to select Phasmophobia. The gloom and ominous atmosphere may not be his experience of the afterlife, but this is a door quite literally full of kindred spirits. And it will be a simple matter to find the way out. Unlike the door full of smoke, or the one full of grasping hands, this door is a comfort. Moving unseen, listening to the world around without a hint of recognition in return? Phasmophobia is [i]familiar[/i], and the ragged gallop of Xerxes' heart returns to a softer rest. He leaves the graveyard be, out of practice. Ghosts lingering so close to their bodies, or even other bodies, tend to be the sort with peace far from their minds. Their unfinished business is strong enough to cause trouble. And the shed full of weapons? No, Xerxes will keep clear of that which could wipe him from existence just as cleanly as his kin among the tombstones. That leaves only the gaping doorway ahead, looming at the end of a crumbling brick path. So far, this is the easiest choice Xerxes has made all evening. [b]Phasmophobia Choice 1[/b]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56686420][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/566865/56686420_350.png[/img][/url] Something was wrong. It seemed like it would be so simple to just go around the edges of the room. But as Khufris worked his way around the crowds, the exit simply seemed to get further and further away. It was as if the room was shrinking. The crowds weren't growing any smaller, however, and before long it was impossible to avoid being touched and bumped into repeatedly. Still, the Skydancer tried to press on, increasingly desperate to escape, until he felt himself collapsing from fatigue just as the lights went out... ------------------------------------- ...or at least that's what he saw happening to the Khufris on the screen when the lights came back on. What he had seen had felt so real, though. Had he really passed out? This game had been going on for so long now that he truly was starting to feel the strain of all the challenges he'd been faced with. He could feel a nasty headache coming on, and it took everything he had to pull himself back together and focus. Once again, the ringmaster started playing more scenes from the prisoners' past. It was clear that they had been in love once, but something- perhaps whatever had caused the male to become so monstrous?- had come between them. But as Khufris looked back and forth between the movie and the prisoners, as clouded as his mind was, one thing was becoming clear. Yes, the two had had a falling out of some sort, but that was no crime. "I hope you have something more to show us than this," Khufris grumbled, clutching at his head. "Because otherwise I don't see how I can pass judgement on either of these two." The ringmaster didn't seem to care and simply gave his wheel another spin. As much as Khufris wanted to back out of this game, there didn't seem to be any way out. He didn't feel up for dealing with ghosts right now, so he'd go through [b]the door marked "astraphobia"[/b] instead. Maybe whatever he found in there would help clear his head. ------------------------------- The Skydancer found himself in a wide open field, and already he realized he had erred. The atmosphere was absolutely oppressive, and it was doing his headache no favors. Still, compared to where he had been before, it gave him a brief chance to catch his breath before he heard a horrifying ruckus behind him. Turning around, he saw that a twister was coming his way, and it was bringing lightning and thunder with it. Wind and Lightning magic together? One would have been bad enough. Together they seemed almost nightmarish. Khufris knew he couldn't stay out in the open. He had to get away from this thing, and fast. Unfortunately, once again none of his options seemed all that appealing. He saw a barn nearby, but he knew it would just get torn to pieces by the twister. Then there was a ditch with a tunnel going under the road at the edge of the field, but even though it looked big enough for him to hide in, he feared it probably wouldn't be enough to keep him from getting sucked up by the winds. That only left the strange cart sitting on the road next to the barn. It vaguely reminded Khufris of some of the inventions back in the clan's laboratories. He had heard about a cart that could move under some strange magical power, and this one looked like it could take some punishment. The only problem was that Khufris didn't know how to drive a truck! Well, he'd have to learn quickly. In a flash, the Skydancer magicked open the door of the truck and crawled on inside. It seemed to be suited for a dragon to operate, and by some small miracle the keys were already in the ignition. Frantically, he started to fumble about with the controls. "Okay, set the stick like this..." Khufris muttered to himself. "Push this foot pedal to go, this one to not go... use this wheel to turn- not so different from the airship, actually-" He glanced out the window. The tornado would be upon him any second now. "Oh Arcanist, save me! Go, go, go!" Slamming down the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Skydancer began to speed down the bumpy road. Would he get away in time? [b](Choice 2)[/b]

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1dgwdc3wz15yjps/firetop.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64117519][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=64117519&skin=19180&apparel=34615,34618,22170,6267,6705,21022,27204,770,35520,15135,36163,12191,36168,36173&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/3ov5hj1ydbonnao/firemid.png[/img][/center] [color=#d84915]Aha! Success once again! Maalik actually managed to tie himself in a knot this time. Soon he was muttering curses as he glowered at his own body, which had betrayed him. He'd tolerated the touching, but he wouldn't tolerate any more from his peers just to untie him. At least it was quieter here. He watched the reels, listening to the ringmaster. The words hardly registered, however. Not at first. His own clue was once again reminding him of what he already thought. He found himself paying close attention to the two contestants, their actions and behaviors. Then the new words hit. Pay attention to the paths of others. Well, he was glad they were swapping notes. The reel only gave him more questions, and gave him misgivings about this new facet to the drama before him. Would the next fears reveal what had happened? He tilted his head at the two choices. Ghosts, or storms? Well, thunder and lightning, but still. A storm is a storm. Was this perhaps a hint for what is to come? The drama of a storm, a death? Is the form a dead drake? He didn't know. He [i]did[/i] know one thing, however. "Ghosts? Really? I'd say they aren't real if it weren't for the blue Pearlcatcher apparently haunting the Observatory's halls..." He wondered if the specter would reveal more about his own ghost problems as well as a clue. It might be worth it... "...I don't even have a fear of storms. I love the weather~!" It seems he had his choice. One unknown that might be real had won out over the crashing thunder and the flashing bolts of lightning. He'd tames storms before, but never had he truly seen a ghost. [center][b][size=5][color=#d84915]You have chosen: Phasmophobia [/size][/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/d0ti69zj1k3iq9w/firefull.png[/img][/center] [color=#d84915]Maalik cannot help but freeze, silent as he stares at the scene before him. If this wasn't a horror movie setting, he didn't know what was. He finds himself coiling tighter and tighter as he weighs his options. "Well, that shed looks well armed. Even if the door's not intact. There might be something of use there... I just don't exactly know what works against specters. Salt, pure iron, holy water... which deity would need to bless it for it to even work?" The shed is a no. Even if it's appealing to his scientific mind, he doesn't want to risk his own life for results. He'd rather watch another unfortunate soul scramble with the weapons shack. However, as he looks at the graveyard, he [i]knows[/i] that isn't a way out. "No. Not on my life, or their afterlives for that matter. I have nothing to ward them off if they turn hostile, and I doubt strong-arming my way through will do anything aside from upsetting the whole lot. Disturbing their mausoleum wouldn't help either. That's just [i]asking[/i] to be possessed right there." He turned back to the house, his coiled body as tight as it's ever been. He's ready to bolt for it. Close the eyes and charge through the door. Hope for the best. Hope the ghosts are too busy to care about the house. Hope avoiding the shack will keep them from feeling threatened and keep him out of their sights. "They're busy. I won't go and disturb them, and I won't threaten them by arming myself. I can simply go inside and look for the exit. They seem to really want inside that mausoleum, after all. Must have a goal. Either way... it isn't the house." Maalik takes a few more moments to take his deep breaths, closing his eyes. No ghosts here. No unknowns. Nope. He was just going into an abandoned house to find an exit! That's all! With that thought in mind, he launches for the door to the house, hoping he can keep fooling himself long enough to make it out of this accursed place. [center][b][size=5][color=#d84915]You have chosen: Path #1 - The House of Dread[/size][/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/mf5adycppkhgcpr/firebottom.png[/img][/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60982939][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/609830/60982939_350.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/2360rrbawqe4flt/lightningmid.png[/img] The twins watched themselves get carried easily over the crowd, and when they reached the door, they gave each other smiles and a hug. [color=darkcyan]"We did it sis, we did it!"[/color] Misa giggled at how excited her twin looked, and she shook her head in amusement when they turned and looked at the screen. When the short film ended, Misa turned her head to look at the two dragons in the cages- although she couldn't look at the male for long. [color=orangered]"I feel sorry for him. But we still don't know how he got to be like that."[/color] She whispered to her brother, who nodded. When the choices were revealed, both of them didn't even have to ask one another which option they would choose. Both dealt with spirits on a daily basis, so really, it was a no-brainer for them. They walked in unison through the door and looked around the haunting scene with interest. [color=orangered]"I say we go towards the graveyard."[/color] Misa decided. Miso nodded. Fighting spirits didn't seem like a wise decision to him, and those broken bricks of the house did [i]not[/i] look promising. The two slowly moved towards the graveyard, feeling almost like the place was holding it's breath. [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/2360rrbawqe4flt/lightningmid.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60982938][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/609830/60982938_350.png[/img][/url] (Sorry it's so short today, didn't have much time. Payment is being sent now!) [/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/44285331][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/442854/44285331_350.png[/img][/url][/center] ------ [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/tTXXN7C.png[/img][nextcol] While Quartz was walking towards the stage, a nagging feeling began to creep into his mind. Didn't the.. third option actually fit more? One that acted as part of the IMPORTANT piece to blend in. Like the fae had done with the science techs? During that thought, Quartz bummed against a drunken dragon. And that then ended up in a fight. Quartz realized how this was the fail condition but honestly didn't care or was unnerved. Just heavily annoyed at reckognizing his mistake and was honestly not bothered at all by the looks. He was actually ready for a fight because his frustration kinda got pushed. He slammed the bucket on the dragon's head and was about to attempts to create a sleep spell before losing conciousness suddenly. [/columns] ------- [Columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/Jez25z2.png[/img][nextcol] Fortitude his behind! He was cursing and grumbling at the stupid choice he made at what should have been so easy! He let his confidence get the better and judged way too soon. Quartz demanded an answer from some other participants and directly waltzed off at hearing the two required tips, getting some rude frowns and glares cast on him. Scopophobia his ***. [/columns] [Columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/EOaxxND.png[/img][nextcol] Ugh. He looked to the cages and saw the behaviours of the captives. When the Fae caught on, she tried to play victim. Get a reaction out of him. But he only stared back with his displeased scowl. So she focused on others. When he looked at the Wildclaw.. well it's true that Quartz has no similair experience of someone like that in the clan. There were some robots.. plague dealers.. vampires even. But not many half abomination half robot. Quartz had crossed his arms and was sitting in a very akward tangled position to watch the next flashback reel. He was getting annoyed at the plot. Predictable. The only unpredictable part was actually why the little Fae was doing it all. So far to even turn their victim to a monster. Quartz almost guessed there would be another plot twist and they could call the Ringmaster the villain. Hah! He shook his head. Gotta focus Quartz. Two wrong.. two correct. He was learning and he knew his pitfalls now. [/columns] [Columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/pkwakp6.png[/img][nextcol] He looked at the two options while the Ringmaster spoke. But for the first time his breath halted. [i]"We all know that our lovers are doomed to fall into the vortex of hate…"[/i] What? Was he talking generally or the lovers on the stage? Definetly the stage after thinking of it again but... it sounded almost like a warning how things can escalate.. He would.. never allow that to happen with Dayity... and did the Ringmaster really think nobody had figured it out already? Or.. is there more? Well.. there was a bit more ofcourse. Thee two coins were circling in front of him. He had picked two villains and two good guys so far... so he figured to do a good guy one. The Thunder and Lightning one.[/columns] [center][b][u]Asthraphobia[/u][/b][/center] -------- [Columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/rt4DHk7.png[/img][nextcol] Quartz directly sheltered his eyes from the lightning and lowered his ears by the loud noises. Oh. A storm. One of the few things that Quartz ACTUALLY didn't like. He had a frail and long body, not build to withstand quick throwing around by windspeeds. He looked around quickly. A more stressfull situation here. He had mostly avoided those as apparently some other trials had time constrained tests. Quick quick, go by the options mentally! Barn was simple. But also trusted? The car was.. travel. And the sewers were unknown. Quick quiiick, he clutched his head. Darn, he got caught off guard with this situation. Okey okey, so the good guy. The wildclaw had been curious and had traveled to discover something unknown. So. The sewer? Undertaking something without knowing the result? Finding a bad secret? AAAAA! Quartz had no time to ponder the possible good teachings. He also wanted to acknowledge his doubt about maybe picking the car? It was traveling away from danger? A thunderclap behind him made him jump and skoot into the sewers. He would.. take his changes to be bitten by rats.* [/columns] [center][u][b]Choice 3[/b][/u][/center]