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Atelophobia: Choice #2

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61429441][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/614295/61429441.png[/img][/url][/center] [i][font=sylfaen][size=4] It was almost over, whatever this was. His mind wandered over the past trials, and scenes that they all had been shown. The last one had caused him to question his original perceptions of the two. This place had thrown him for a loop, but at least it was coming to an end, one way or another. It was time to face the last trial. Hopefully it all turned out well.[/i] [center][b] Picked Aichmophobia the fear of SHARP OBJECTS [i]Choice 1[/i][/b][/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/ZJW6LKO.png[/img]e[nextcol] Quartz was.. still not feeling well. He had apparently picked the right choice. [i]"Not afraid of the future are we?"[/i]. Normally not.. no.. but he definetly was unsure. Reflecting how he had treated Dayity. While she definetly would be too weak hearted for this place.. he wished her optimism was here. He had denied her that.. or just allowed it. But never supported her really. Finding it more adoring in a silly way then admiration. How a fool he was. He had resisted temptation yet.. he had not yet redeemed himself. He.. had to try to make it up.. maybe this was punishment. He looked to the Ringmaster. His cruel optimism was almost as if laughing at his miserable state. Quartz was sitting on the floor, wings low and looking exhausted. He didn't want to hear it. growth? He had seen how he was.. what growth is there when you fell? Ignoring the concerned looks of bystanders, he was subjected to seeing the new information being presented through the orb. [/columns] --------------- [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/pkwakp6.png[/img][nextcol] Quartz had not realized he had almost curled into a ball during the footage. His mind had been comparing everything shown to his own situation. He couldn't help it. He felt guilty. He.. wondered if either of the two had regret. Regret of not approaching it differently. Not seeing what the other valued. quartz couldn't.. decide anymore with whom he identified more with. He had been on the side of the Wildclaw.. but wasn't he like the Fae too? Valueing his own truths more? Denying what the other wished for? He pinched the bridge between his eyes, shifting his goggles. snap out of it.. that was the rational thought. Not to be consumed by all that could.. still be a ruse. Even while it felt real. Too real. The pain in his chest felt too real. Heh.. maybe he was so selfish even with the act to compare this drama he was witnessing to himself. He let out a shaky breath. Gotta.. focus on what to do. Even while it was unknown. [/columns] [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/yhHGg40.png[/img][nextcol] To see him still not give up halfway was.. slightly inspiring. Despite the downfall.. , fall from grace, he was dedicated to be the best he could be.. right? The last image shocked him though. what.. He frowned. The image was gone and the silence remained. His mind was buzzing with a bad feeling. What has the guy done? What.. what has he seen that made him so dedicated to act.. differently? Quartz looke dat the options. He had.. gone to the supposed evil last time.. found a truth he had ignored. So it seemed fitting to.. follow the good lead but see the potential downfall. He.. was also a bit imperfect himself right? Maybe he deserved to see... [/columns] [center][u][b]Quartz picks Atelophobia [/b][/u][/center] ---------------------- [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/pYl4Loa.png[/img][nextcol] Somehow the distortions didn't really.. unease him. What did unease him is how he almost felt ironically fitting with his surroundings. He wasn't the most gorgious dragon himself. Firey eyes contrasted his white ghostly look and bright pink runes covered his cheek and limbs. There was no 'aestethic' he could be put into. He wasn't threathening but most dragons did find his stare unnerving sometimes. He walks past each door. pressing the buttons calmly to watch the clips. It was time to try and find a correct one. Quartz was.. surprisingly not nervous. He found this all to be more sad. The first was.. wasn't it running from imperfection? He sighed. Well that was not what he was doing now... So he looked to the second door. that.. just seemed like torture. To give up your own influence.. to let others decide your fate.. How could anyone feel satisfied with that? A thought occured to him though.. maybe it was seeking punishment. Seeking approval. Seeking confirmation if you did wrong or right. But that is what the Fae chose. Not the Wildclaw. Quartz looked to the third one. That.. seemed very symbolic. Didn't the wildclaw also say he was gonna make sure she would not hurt anyone? This rotting figure seemed to represent him.. Trying to make sure nobody would come there.. or he was there to watch her crumble on the fragility. Time was fragile.. wich couldn't be stopped. Quartz sighed and opened door 3.[/columns] [center][u][b]Quartz picks choice 3..[/b][/u][/center]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64532706][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/645328/64532706_350.png[/img][/url] Torpor was frustrated, tired, and feeling a little crazed at the moment he arrived back in the room. The room was his prison he had decided- just like the cages on the stage. He must have done something to deserve this imprisonment peppered with mental and emotional torture. Just what had he done? Torpor watched the scene play out in the crystal ball and it made the longing for his own mate so strong it hurt physically. He hoped she was safe. He missed her so much. He longed for her voice, even if it was just ghostly hallucinations as before. It would do him good to focus on her instead of this crazed prison. He turned from the stage with every intention of going to curl up at the back of the room and dream of her when it happened again. This time he knew he wasn't dreaming when he felt the wind buffeting him from above. "Love reaches you no matter where you are. Stay strong by holding on to that connection. I am always here for you." Torpor looked everywhere but only found darkness. The wind had gone with the voice, but he was certain that he had felt it. Torpor stated into the darkness with longing. He wanted so badly to see her. To go back to the days before this place. But the ghostly presence of Her deemed that he should stay strong and continue through the darkness. He would do this, for her. By the time Torpor approached the stage once more the wheel had spun down to his next fate. The choice was easy- he knew he was imperfect but he was OK with that, as was the dragoness who loved him. He could prevail through this challenge by holding on to their love. [center](Choice #2)[/center]

[center]With the most recent clues, Pip's mind was slowly being made. He wasn't [i]totally[/i] confident, but felt good enough that by the time the final day came, he would be ready. Probably. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/18351416][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/183515/18351416_350.png[/img][/url] He was also fairly confident in his choice of which fear to face next. Imperfection was nothing to fear, in his mind. Everyone was, and it wasn't that a big deal. Meanwhile, sharp objects... while they didn't rate high on his fear scale, they were something to take seriously. Thinking about all he had witnessed over the past week, he decided to go with the fear that was something he actually... y'know, kind of feared. If this was his last time doing this, he felt he should do it one hundred percent! That's how he found himself in front of the three doors. The first, something that looks like it was pulled right out of a sci-fi horror flick. The second, a fairly dangerous obstacle course. The third... a mixed bag of either possible, absurd pain, or a kind of cool experience! He quickly threw out the idea of actually going through the first door. Nothing in there screamed "Good news, the key lies within!" to him, and he didn't dare risk either unleashing a monstrous creature on himself, or possibly hurting said creature instead. So... like many times before, he found himself debating between two doors. They both seemed like good examples of facing your fears of sharp objects, just in different ways. The second door gave you a possible defense against whatever tried to harm you, while the third door didn't... however, the third door offered a much less deadly trial [s](probably)[/s]. ... Well, when you laid it out like that, it didn't seem like too hard a choice. [b](Pip has chosen Aichmophobia: Choice 3.)[/b][/center]

Aichmophobia: choice 3

Ahh dang, time really got away from me today D: Zuzaamir picks Aichmophobia #1.

[center][b][size=6][color=blue]DAY EIGHT[/color][/size][/b][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/C1qsnVfX/fancy-divider-260.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]_____[/color]Relief at having finally gotten through the last challenge is causing a storm of many different emotions in all the attendees as you get back to the hall. You’re not quite sure what you’re feeling, but you’re hoping that you have a chance soon to sit down and examine everything. But for now, your host is already stepping up and waving his cane at the orb above the stage. [color=transparent]_____[/color]“You have gotten through the trials! Let us see which of you made a good final choice before we move on to the final part of our game, hmm?” [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [columns][b]Sharp Objects 1:[/b] @Easte @Kaimon @Soulthreads [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Vaguely remembering a scene like this in a movie you'd seen once, you're a bit reluctant. However, at least in this room there isn't an actual person that you would have to search through for the key. And you'd rather take your chances here than the walking armory or the chance of being a permanent canvas. The door locks behind you when you walk through, and you bravely hurry over to the table and grab the first object that comes to hand. A deep breath later, and you're cutting open the pod from top to bottom... only to have all the breath knocked out of you as something comes hurtling through the opening you've created. As the screen goes black, you realize you'll never take another breath again as the creature attempts to burrow inside you.[/columns] [columns][b]Sharp Objects 2:[/b] No One [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Knowing you don't want to be possibly eaten by an alien or become a living work of art, you figure you'll take the second door. At least in there you'll have armor and a weapon in case something goes wrong. Stepping through, you keep close to the wall as you wiggle into the outfit and hold your sword in your hand. Hoping that they're saluting a hero, you hold your sword up in a return salute... only to hear a clanking cacophony as all the figures spring to life. For a brief second you dare to hope they're only going to bow, until the thought is shattered by all of them stepping off the pedestals and heading your way. Knowing there's no way out, you try valiantly to fight them off... but the fade shows the last futile swipes of your weapon at creatures that feel no pain and you're very glad when the scene ends completely.[/columns] [columns][b]Sharp Objects 3:[/b] @Aviander @Eeree @SolarSam [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Figuring your best bet is to avoid sharp things that could actually kill you, your choice is easy. While it may not be fun to be strapped down in a chair and needled for a while, it won't be fatal. As you step through the door, the artist grins widely and gestures you to his chair. With some hesitation, you settle yourself and hold out your arm. Braced for pain, you're actually pleasantly surprised when the needles - while providing an unusual prickling sensation with some warmth - don't actually hurt badly at all. With quick, practiced movements, the tattoo artist draws a beautifully intricate key on the inside of your lower arm. Once it's done, you see both the door and the key start glowing brightly. Once you get up to make your exit, a large hand stops you for a moment and a deep, gravelly voice tells you, "Villains often lock things away from view until it's far too late. Pay attention to those who hide things for no good reason that you can see."[/columns] ----- [columns][b]Imperfection 1:[/b] @sockmonkeygerald [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Absolutely no way no how are you going to subject yourself to the scrutiny and possible change in room two, and the thought of dealing with yet another raging river make you feel distinctly uncomfortable as well. Giving in to the only option left, you open the door and step out into the scene. None of the figures actually turn toward you - opting instead to keep lurching around - but you can feel their attention somehow. They let you make your way carefully to the house and trellis, and your hopes start to rise... until the first piece of wood breaks under your hand. The worst case scenario has happened, and you're just very, very glad your expression is hidden at scene fade as you are swarmed by the disgusting creatures you were trying to escape.[/columns] [columns][b]Imperfection 2:[/b] @BirdsDontTalk @ClockworkEclipse @FishingNet @Piccalily0510 @RemanLT @RisenWolf @Self @ShadeytheDragon @Tues @WolfTrickster [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Getting violated by walking corpses or falling prey to another river or its guardian definitely seem like the worst options. While you know you have your flaws, you're determined that you won't let the fear of other people's opinions frighten you or make you change. Stepping through the doorway in a decisive manner, you make your way across the stage to stand in front of the judges. Your expression, you hope, shows none of the swirling emotions inside of you. The judges confer for several minutes, and you find yourself tensing up in anticipation of rejection... until the cards that are held up show that you have passed their scrutiny. Grateful, you go to step down and head for the exit, when the judges again hold up cards. Instead of new scores, the white boards read "Just because others think you are flawed does not make you worthless. Don't let yourself be a victim to the opinions of others, and remember that even those who seem flawed on the outside can be worth more than those who present only perfection to the world." Keeping the thought in mind, you hastily head toward the door.[/columns] [columns][b]Imperfection 3:[/b] @Crystalitar [nextcol][color=transparent]___[/color][nextcol]Being outnumbered by horrors does not seem like your idea of fun. Neither does the idea of just walking into a situation that you have zero control over. At least with the last door, you have your own abilities to rely upon and only one thing to get around. With that in mind, you open the door and pause far enough away from the bridge that you aren't noticed but you can still get a good look. You analyze the pacing of the creature, and once you have the timing down you start at a sprint toward the bridge. You handily get past the guardian... but the instant your foot lands hard upon the shining road to your escape, it shatters like spun sugar. Its pieces, and you, end up falling into the river and being bashed against the rocks along the way. You're just starting to appear nearly as battered and broken as the guardian you evaded when the scene mercifully goes blank.[/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MBZrRq5.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]_____[/color]Tsking slightly, the ringmaster gazes at all of you intently. “Still a few who didn’t catch on to our clues. Ah, well. You still have a chance to be saved. There is one more challenge to get through… and that is deciding which of our captives needs to be unmade so that the horrors you have experienced will not happen to others… or to you in reality, should you choose wrongly.” [color=transparent]_____[/color]Murmurings and restless shifting cause a rustling in the crowd, but that is ignored by the figure striding back and forth across the stage. For once his mobile face is nearly blank… only a slight, mixed expression of worry and hope crosses his features for a brief moment. Voice intense, he stops utterly still at the center, just in front of the captives on trial, and makes a point to look at each of you in turn. [color=transparent]_____[/color]“You know what happened. One of these creatures is responsible for death, destruction, mayhem, and horror. The other is a victim of the most heartbreaking kind. Now is the time to sort through everything you have learned and point your finger at the guilty party. If you choose correctly, you go back to your lives. A little shaken maybe, but in possession of new truths and a feeling of accomplishment.” He pauses briefly, giving a sad smile that actually seems sincere. “I truly hope that you choose correctly. Because if you do not, then the villain lives and you are all trapped here as their new prey.” [color=transparent]_____[/color]He opens his mouth as if to say something else, but then shakes his head. One last wave of his cane and a podium appears. There are two buttons on it: one holds the image of the small, delicate female and the other shows the form of the mutilated male. How are you going to pick the villain? Which one are you going to condemn? [color=transparent]_____[/color]No big deal if you choose the wrong one, right? I mean, it’s just a game, isn’t it? You hope, anyway. [columns][center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/606325/60632478.png[/img][/center] [nextcol][center]Time to bet your life. Which one are you going to choose?[/center] [nextcol][center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/587525/58752445.png[/img][/center][/columns]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64532706][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/645328/64532706_350.png[/img][/url] Torpor knows that both are guilty here- it takes two to tango as his mate so often remarks. What the real question before him is who has caused the most harm? He knows love can be misguided and cause dragons to do strange things, but often what they feel I'd not really love but infatuation or passion. The fae was certainly manipulative and hiding something. Just as the abomination would not walk away from a bad thing and that may have lead yo something terrible. So who to blame here when they both allowed things to spiral out of hand? Torpor was irritated with the delima. Hr wanted to smack both of them for causing this and sitting them all with the Fool's crazed trials. Then again the Fool was the one causing this too. Strange how you could not choose him as the guilty party. Tail swishing in anger and frustration, Torpor decided to work with the known elements. The abomination may have done something. But we know that the Fae was manipulating and hiding things. Torpor didn't like when dragons did that. His mate hated it even more. She would have clawed the Fae's delicate pretty face for her treatment of the former fiancé. The thought made him smile. Well, decision made then. The Fae is guiltiest of the two parties.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/18351416][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/183515/18351416_350.png[/img][/url] This was it. The final choice was ready to be made... ... but was Pip ready to make it? Throughout the "game", he had been lucky enough to gain a few pieces of advice after making the right choices: [i]"You're very brave to face ugliness like me. Maybe you also know that beauty has a dangerous edge as well."[/i] [i]"The victim in an ugly scene can sometimes be misconstrued. Look for the little clues in all the chaos."[/i] [i]"The feeling of love does not make a villain any less dangerous... sometimes the love they feel isn't for you, it's for themselves. And sometimes the love they feel warps and fuels them even more."[/i] [i]"Not afraid of the future, are we? Very very good. But villains are often afraid of the passage of time... because what they hold most dear may not be there in the future."[/i] [i]"Villains often lock things away from view until it's far too late. Pay attention to those who hide things for no good reason that you can see."[/i] Not only did he gain those clues, but the group was allowed to witness various scenes featuring the two creatures... scenes that wove together a very troubling story. A couple in love, or at least... one was. The other seemed to have drifted, whether it had been a slow process, or one that didn't take long at all... perhaps they never truly loved the other. A series of terrible incidents that seemed to point to one of the two being, if not horrifically cruel, then at the very least very cold and calculated. And then, there was even their first interaction with the group... one gave a strong warning, while the other just offered an appearance of fragility...... With all of these pieces coming together, Pip knew what to do. Maybe he hadn't gathered enough clues, or was reading the situation all wrong, but... from what was laid out in his mind, it seemed that everything pointed to one individual in particular. It was time to act as jury. Stepping forward to the podium, Pip reached out and pressed the button of the guilty party. [b](Pip has chosen the female.)[/b][/center]