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Lisbeth suddenly noticed that several other boards didn't look to safe to stand on, either. They would have to pick their way over there very carefully. She didn't know how Raj could have possibly made it over there with falling through; but then, the little boy was lighter than the rest of them, and what wasn't very safe for them to step on, was a bit safer for Raj.
 
Carefully, slowly, Lisbeth tested the board in front of her. It was safe. After nearly falling through the floor once, she wasn't going to take anymore chances. She called to Raj, and then listened for a reply.
 
It isn't up to me. I was thinking of letting Raj get in deadly peril, and bringing Vissarion back to save him in the nick of time; but I've been waiting for _other_ players--like the originator of this thread?--to do something.
 
ooc: Sorry guys. I was busy writing, as I need 2000 words a day..


Ivan, being light on his feet, made it to the door first and wrenched it open.

The door fell open. And on the other side was a deep, black shadow. It looked like a pit, but when Ivan touched it with his foot, it was solid.
"Weird," he mumbled, and stepped into the room.

The scence changed as soon as he entered. Instead of dark, he was standing on a warm, grassy hill, overlooking a still like.

"What the-" he looked back, but the opening was gone. There was a man walking toward him.

"Bram," was all he could say. He choked out the words, tears rising to his eyes. This was the place he'd dreamed about. Was he home at last?

OOC: Just so you know, when you walk into this room, you end up in a fantasy, getting the one thing you truly want.
 
ooc: YAY!

Raj looked at all the candies with delight...tasting them on his tongue. Sonali or Mom would have screamed at him for being dirty, but he was in heaven.

taht was until he felt something behind him...
 
Lisbeth had followed close behind Ivan. She stepped into the room as well. She gasped at what she saw. Her villiage, before it had been destroyed. Her freinds and family were all about her, going about their daily chores. Suddenly, she noticed a small person running towards her. A small dirty face with bright eyes stared up at her. The grubby hands needed a washing badly. He had playing in the mud, again. "Rush?" she whispered.
The little boy, who was no more than six, said, "Lizzy, Mom wants you to help me get washed up for supper!"
"Mom?" Lisbeth said. "Where is she?"
"What do you mean, where is she? She's at the house, silly Lizzy!"
 
"You're dead," mumbled Ivan, "I killed you. I'm...sorry. You were in pain...I'm sorry." Apologizing would do no good. The empty words tumbled from his mouth.
"I forgive you," Bram said, and took his hand. Ivan wept for the first time in years.
 
Lisbeth sighed. She could not explain what had happened to the little boy. Rush was only six, and didn't understand much about anything. Was this even real? Or was something teasing her, causing her to think it was real, so it could suddenly plung her back into reality again? Rush tugged at her hand.
"Come on!" the little boy said.
Lisbeth followed the little boy.

Meanwhile, Darron was hesitant to follow the others into the room. He waited outsdie for a moment, before taking a deep breath, and stepping inside.
 
"But I shot you!" said Ivan
"No,"
"Yes. I've still got the gun!" He waved the useless pistol, "It's empty, the last shot was yours!"
Bram laughed suddenly, unhumanly.
"You silly man," he said, "Don't you know that death can be avoided?"
 
OOC: If it would be useful to any of you to have the demon-hunter Vissarion show up at some point like the cavalry, you have my authorization. I myself have hesitated to bring him back on stage, because (besides simply reducing activity overall while my Dad was ill) I didn't want to be contradicting any plans any of you were carefully building up. I've had roleplays ruined on me by players eager to contradict others, and I don't wish to be the same as they. It's what I spoof in the Monologues thread.
 
Suddenly, she stopped. "Mother?" she whispered. What sort of person would mock her in this way? Her mother, her brother, her family, all of the people around her, were dead. If they were, how was it that they were standing here before her? Was it a dream? The girl flung herself, sobbing, into her mother's arms.
 
Behind Bram stood a little girl. She held Bram's shirt, and looked at him. She said nothing, just stared.
"Your daughter." Ivan choked the words out, crying harder now.
"She wants you to know she forgive you."
This was to much...this couldn't be real. With an inhuman cry, he threw his arms around Bram. I don't care if this isn't real. I don't care.

When they broke apart, Bram's eyes were wet as well. Ivan was to preoccupied to notice the black shadow behind him.
 
Rush tugged at Lisbeth's skirt, in much the same fashion that Raj had done. Raj was so like Rush that it had startled Lisbeth at first. "You have to help me wash up, Lisbeth!"

When Darron had stepped into the room, he had found himself standing in another room, one that he had not stood in for a long while. An old woman and a girl, about ten years old, sat by a fire. The girl was playing a violin. But as soon as he entered, the girl looked up, and the violin dropped from her hands.
"Darron?"
 
The three girls entered the room.
"Mom? Dad? is that you," having never seen her parents, Meridia wasn't sure, but they were exactle how she imagined them.
"Sion!" Veragoe cried and lifted her son in her arms, how could this be? He's dead, she thought, but paid no more attension to it..
"Mom," three boys, of various ages, ran toward Jade and embraced her, but this didn't seem right to her...her third son was dead.
"This isnt..." she said as she noticed that Verra and Meridia weren't there. "This really isnt right."
 
Darron looked confusedly at the little girl. "Kate?" he said.
The girl jumped to her feet. "It is you!" she cried, jumping up and flinging herself into the boy's arms.
Darron put his arms around his little sister. This couldn't be happening. He hadn't seen her since, since forever.... And the old woman by the fireplace; his grandmother, whom he thought that he would never see again.
 
"Momm! Gosh is that how you greet your son?"
Jade didn't know what to do. On the one hand she wanted to embrace the son she lost...and yet she knew better. This room created illusions. And she wasn't buying it.
She banged on the walls to see if anyone heard her, and then when that failed she tried something else.
"Qao Kao mahtule, este` brou degan trall!"
All of a sudden she saw Meridia and Veragoe as well as the others. But they were in a haze. She couldn't touch them, only repeat the Sacred Language she had spoken. Eventually Meridia was able to see her.
"Where are we?" Meridia asked.
"This room gives illusions. And I believe the more you want tohave it, the harder it is to get you out of it...what was yours?"
"My parents...and no it wasn't Vonn or Zerice, just who I'd thought they'd be. What about you?
"Ziek and the other two," she shrugged, "I knew it was too good to be true..." She looked at Verra the haze around her was the thickest, "Sion I bet..."
Meridia nodded in agreement.
 
"Kate, I thought you were lost!"
"I was lost, for a while, but then, a girl named Lisbeth found me..... I was saying with her..."
Darron stared in shock. This was more than he could bear. Had had also been responsible for the death of his most beloved little sister? But, she hadn't been counted among the dead, had she?
 
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