IT HAS BEEN SO AWFUL
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You’d think they’d invest in strong connections given that literally everyone uses it
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Yo who’s free
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Tae and Lenore are free
I have no clue what I’m doing with them but they are free
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Lenore is in the group that was taken
Tae wasn’t
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Mani x len Convo?
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Oo I’m so down
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let me have Amani- approach her hold up
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im trying to create a new thread here on the forums for character development (kinda like personal slides) so everything is in one place and everyone can edit their own post/character but it’s not working
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Done but it will take some time :)
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i want inessa
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Take her!!! Yes!!!
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Also messages you!!
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These banners 
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Right?! They’re so stunning
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okay guys I’m trying to think of everything that happened to the students who were “missing” and I’ll post it here shortly
can’t leave you all hanging like that
sorry if you’re already working on something, you can decide if they remember this or not and add it or not
could be one of those “something triggered the memory moment” later on and then you can add it
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For Nessa
Inessa wakes up alone in the ballroom, the chandeliers overhead glow dimly. It looks like something out of an old fairy tale - so elegant but then she notices that she is not alone, there are a few people in golden masks. But no one is moving. The entire ballroom is frozen mid-motion as if time itself has stopped. Glasses are mid-spill, unmoving lips but the music lingers in the air. And then someone speaks - it comes from the largest figure in the room: a man in black and gold, standing at the top of the staircase. His mask has no mouth. “Every leader must make a choice.” Inessa can move, but no one else can. She walks through the frozen ballroom and could recognize some of the faces behind the masks. What she will later realize it’s that those were all the faces of the students who wake up in the room with her.
Then, the voice speaks again.
“Only one may leave. The others will not remember. But you must decide—who stays behind?”
Inessa is given a choice. If she picks one person to take with her, the rest will be left behind, erased from memory. If she refuses she stays instead.
But the moment she tries to ask why, the masked figure disappears and the ballroom begins to collapse. The chandeliers crash down, the walls crack and the masked students begin to blur.
She has seconds to decide. Who does she save? And did the choice even matter?
She remembers some parts of it but doesn’t remember what happened after she made her choice - if she did.
What she can remember:
- The ballroom and the golden masks. The feeling that it was real, but also… not
- The man in black and gold, ge felt important.. wrong
- The choice. Did she pick someone? Did she hesitate?
- The sensation of time breaking.
She may remember some of it, maybe all of it, she may remember it the moment she wakes up in that room with Miles or she will remember it the next time she sees someone wearing gold or a grand ballroom
- Choose someone
- Hesitate
- Refuse
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For Vinz
Vinnie wakes up in the courtyard, bathed in the glow of a blood-red moon. It is cold outside, wind sharp. Around him towering statues of people stand frozen in place. At first, it looks like a graveyard, rows upon rows of statues, but then he looks closer and sees that some of them aren’t just statues. They are people he knows. Like Inessa he will later realize those are his friends who went missing with him and who woke up in the room with him.
Their faces are locked in expressions of fear, despair, pleading. Their hands outstretched, as if reaching for him as if they are calling his name. And then, a voice speaks. “Do you know what happens to those who hesitate?”
A figure steps forward from the shadows - a hooded man, faceless and his voice is smooth but cold. He gestures to the statues and then places a heavy dagger in his hand.
“They are not gone. They are waiting. Choose one to free.”
For the first time, Vinnie notices that one of the statues is different. Unlike the others, which are gray stone this one is half-flesh, half-stone as if still alive but slowly fading. And the more he looks, the more he feels like he should know who they are. Someone important. Someone he should save. But then the hooded figure steps aside, revealing an hourglass and the sand is already running out. If Vinnie hesitates they all remain statues but if he picks someone too quickly he might choose wrong.
But the weight of the dagger in his hand tells him something else - saving one means destroying another. The moment Vinnie makes his decision the ground trembles. If he chooses someone the statue he picks cracks open, revealing the person gasping for air but the rest shatter completely. If he doesn’t choose, he watches them all turn to dust as the hourglass runs out.
Either way, the hooded figure steps forward and presses a hand to Vinnie’s chest. A symbol burns there for a split second before vanishing. “Remember this feeling.” The entire world tilts and he wakes up.
What he could remember from the trial:
- The courtyard of statues their faces and the way they looked at him
- The dagger in his hand
- The hourglass running out
- The one person he saved or the fact that he saved no one.
- The symbol that burned on his chest. He can’t quite recall its shape, but he feels it still lives under his skin.
He may remember some of it, maybe all of it, he may remember it the moment he wakes up in that room with Miles or he will remember it the next time he sees an hourglass, hears sand slipping through glass or goes to the graveyard.
- Choose someone
- Hesitate
- Refuse
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For Lenore
When Lenore opens her eyes she is standing in a vast, endless library. Bookshelves stretch toward the sky, impossibly high, stacked with ancient tomes, handwritten journals and forbidden books. The only light comes from candles, ofc. It smells of books ink, and dried flowers. For a moment it feels comforting - a place where she belongs. But then, she hears it - a soft rhythmic ticking. When she turns there’s a grand hourglass in the center of the room. The sand inside is black and it’s running out.
A voice whispers behind her ear, “One of these books holds the answer. The others will take something from you. Choose wisely.” On a table before her five books are laid out, all very different.
- A leather-bound tome with a golden lock sealed shut.
- A journal written in a language she does not recognize, but feels like she should
- A book with her own name on the cover (but she has never written it)
- A fragile, crumbling manuscript that smells like the flowers she presses
- An empty book, waiting to be written
The hourglass continues to drain. If she hesitates, the candles flicker, and the library begins to change. The bookshelves twist and rearrange themselves, sealing her inside a maze of knowledge. Lenore is running out of time.
Does she trust her instincts? Or does she overthink, paralyzed by the pressure of choosing correctly?
If she picks the wrong book: The knowledge she sought slips away. She forgets something - a memory, a skill, a piece of herself. She walks out knowing less than she did before.
If she refuses to choose: The library never lets her go. She wanders for what feels like days, forgetting why she’s even there - until she wakes up in that room with Miles.
If she picks correctly: The book opens itself, revealing something she was never meant to know. A glimpse into the school’s secrets, something the staff would never reveal willingly. But now that she knows it is she safer? Or in more danger?
Regardless of the choice, the trial ends when the last grain of sand falls. The library collapses into darkness and she wakes up.
What she could remember from the trial:
- The endless library, the books, the ticking hourglass
- The feeling of pressure - choosing knowledge at a cost
- The lingering question: Did she pick the right one? And if she did what did she learn about the school? (this she will not remember)
She may remember some of it, maybe all of it, she may remember it the moment she wakes up in that room with Miles or she will remember it the next time she journals or reads her own name.
- Wrong one
- Picks correctly
- Refuse
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For Amani
When Amani blinks she is no longer standing where she was. The scent of expensive perfume and candle wax fills the air. The floor beneath her heels is polished marble. The distant sound of music and laughter echoes through the room yet she sees no orchestra, no guests, no party… She is standing in the middle of a grand ballroom - a hauntingly beautiful place, draped in deep red velvet, lined with chandeliers. But she is not alone. Around her figures stand perfectly still, their faces hidden behind masks, their postures poised as if waiting. They wear the fine clothing of nobility and then she realizes those are her friends, other students.
At the far end of the ballroom, a massive, ornate mirror. A voice, soft and familiar yet unplaceable, whispers: “You have always played the game. Let’s see if you can win it.”
Amani steps forward, drawn toward the mirror. But the moment she does the figures move - so elegant, fluid, like dancers in a masquerade and they begin to circle her, whispering about her. As she looks into the mirror, she does not see herself, she sees every version of her that has ever existed - The perfect student, poised at a podium, delivering a flawless speech. The manipulative girl, a smirk on her lips as she pulls invisible strings. The loving daughter, laughing at home, soft and unguarded. The cold and untouchable queen, watching others from behind a glass wall. And then, the voice gives her a choice. “Choose the mask you will wear for the rest of your life.” One of the figures steps forward, holding out a single mask and she knows once she puts it on, she cannot take it off.
If Amani takes the mask without question, she accepts the game. The moment it touches her face the ballroom shatters into darkness and she has a feeling she lost a part of herself but she should be proud of herself for not hesitating.
If Amani refuses the masked figures attack. They claw at her, whispering every name she has ever been called and the only way to escape is to rip off one of their masks. When she does she sees her own face beneath.
If Amani smashes the mirror the illusion collapses. She wakes up, breathless, the sound of shattering glass echoing in her mind but the feeling of being watched never leaves her.
Regardless of her choice, Amani wakes up in that hidden room with the others.
What she can remember:
- The grand ballroom. The masked figures and them whispering about her
- The mirror and the versions of herself
- The mask she had to choose or refused to wear
She may remember some of it, maybe all of it, she may remember it the moment she wakes up in that room with Miles or she will remember it the next time someone says her name.
- Take it
- Smash the mirror
- Refuse
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For Dom
Dominic is standing in a place that should not exist. The walls are lined with old, twisted bookshelves, their spines cracked and titles faded beyond recognition. The ceiling is low and the only light comes from the rows of dimly glowing candles but they don’t cast a shadow. There is something familiar about the space. It resembles the lower levels of the library, the ones filled with forgotten texts and things best left undisturbed. But the air here is heavy.
At the center of the room there is a stone altar and chained around it are six students. Their faces are eerily still, their wrists and ankles are bound by iron shackles, but their eyes are open… Watching. Not blinking. One of those students in Lenore.
In front of him, balanced perfectly on a pedestal is a blade. A deep, inhuman voice echoes through the chamber.
“You understand the nature of power, Dominic.”
“You have always understood the cost.”
“Now, prove you are ready.”
He looks around at his frozen friends.
“One of them must be eliminated.”
“Only one.”
“Or you don’t leave.”
Everyone is waiting.
If Dominic chooses one student the shackles of the remaining vanish. The chosen does not scream, does not move, they simply cease to exist as if they had never been there. The shadows retreat, and Dominic wakes up feeling in that room with Miles, lighter, colder.
If Dominic refuses to choose, the shadows around him shift. The candles begin to go out one by one. The trapped students’ expressions change and panic starts to set in. And then, one by one, they begin to disappear. Not in an instant, but slowly and he watches, unable to stop it. He wakes with a metallic taste in his mouth.
If Dominic tries to fight the trial, breaking the altar or the blade the students remain chained, their bodies still, but their eyes start bleeding black. The unseen force in the room turns on him. When he wakes, his hands are shaking, and his wrists ache as if they had been bound.
What Dom can remember:
- The room hidden deep beneath the school
- The blade and the choice
- A sacrifice. A price that had to be paid
- The knowledge that, whether he chose or not, he did exactly what the trial wanted
He may remember some of it, maybe all of it, he may remember it the moment he wakes up in that room with Miles or he will remember it the next time he sees a dungeon, someone says “Only one”, or someone trusts him with something.
- Choose someone else
- Fight the trial
- Refuse
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For Oggy
Agastya does not remember arriving here - one moment, he was walking through the halls of the college, the next he was standing in an empty lecture hall, one he had never seen before. The rows of desks stretched endlessly, the massive windows were covered in layers of dust, allowing only faint slivers of moonlight to seep in. At the front of the room sat a desk and upon it a single leather bound book.
The moment Agastya steps closer, the pages turn on their own. His name is written across the top of the first page in his own handwriting. Beneath it a passage begins to appear… not written by him, but about him.
“A boy once stood at the edge of life, staring death in the face and decided to cut away his own suffering. But what if the story had been different?”
His blood runs cold. The words continue to form, ink bleeding onto the page.
“What if another had taken his place?”
“What if it had been given to someone else?”
“Would he still be here?”
He flips the pages… This is his story. It’s recounting every moment, every decision, every painful choice he’s ever made. And then new words appear: “Tonight, you will rewrite fate. Erase a name and they will suffer in your place.”
Agastya’s heart hammers in his chest. At the bottom of the page, four names emerge. He recognizes every one of them. Six students. The meaning is clear - Choose or be chosen.
If Agastya writes a name, the ink seeps into the page as if devouring itself. The person appears in front of him, waking up gasping for breath, their body wracked with sudden pain. Agastya, however, starts feeling lighter - before waking up in the room with Miles.
If Agastya refuses to write, the book closes on its own. The ink shifts, forming his own name at the bottom of the page. The room darkens and then his body seizes, a sharp, familiar agony. When he wakes, his body aches for a second.
If Agastya tries to destroy the book, it fights back. The pages turn rapidly, the ink bleeding off the parchment. His own words begin to suffocate him. When he wakes, his voice is hoarse for a second, his hands trembling.
What he can remember:
- The lecture hall that did not exist
- The book that knew his story
- The choice he had to make
He may remember some of it, maybe all of it, he may remember it the moment he wakes up in that room with Miles or he will remember it the next time he writes his name or names of other students.
- Choose someone else
- Destroy the book
- Refuse
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For Arya
Arya woke in a pitch black chamber, the kind where sound died before it could echo. The only illumination came from thin, shifting symbols that glowed faintly on the walls. Then she heard it. A voice. No, voices. She wasn’t alone.
Ahead of her, suspended in the air by invisible forces, were six other students. Their breathing was ragged, their eyes covered and at her feet lay a book, its pages fluttering as if caught in the wind. The text within was an ever shifting cipher, a puzzle meant to be solved. A sentence at the top of the page solidified before her eyes:
“One will leave. The others will remain.”
Her task is clear. The room demands a choice. Arya steps forward, her pulse steady. She recognizes what this is. A test of judgment. A test of worth. She looks up at her friends. None of them speak. None of them beg. She has not been given a reason. No explanation. No logic puzzle to solve. Just her. And the choice. She knows what it means. Whoever’s name she writes will leave this room. The others… she doesn’t know what will happen to them.
If Arya writes a name, the book closes. The hall vanishes. She wakes with the weight of her decision.
If Arya refuses to write, the ink rises from the page, reshaping into her own name. The book slams shut. And when she wakes, she knows she was not meant to leave that room at all.
**If Arya tries to outthink the test by choosing herself, refusing to choose, or writing multiple names the ink drips from the pages, searing into her hands. She wakes with a mark on her palm a name she does not recognize… it disappears when she leaves that room Miles is in.
What Arya can remember:
- The endless hall
- The silent figures of her friends
- The open book and the weight of a single name
She may remember some of it, maybe all of it, she may remember it the moment she wakes up in that room with Miles or she will remember it the next time she needs to write someones name, or her own.
- Choose someone else
- Try to outthink it
- Refuses
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There are now polls for you, just out of curiosity :)
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damn went dark with Dom
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oh damn
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