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Sorry about the late response, guys ^.^' Yesterday was crazy.
Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers: It looks like there is some interest in other classes as well. You can always switch when the RP starts, or he can switch if she gets bored :P
Skymin: Alright, sounds good!
TornZero: I'm sorry, but your SU is declined. The RP sample and SU aren't quite where I want for players coming into the RP.
Raikiri: You are reserved.
First Snow: I'm very sorry, but I have to decline your SU. It overall isn't quite cleanly written enough, your character's physical description isn't very detailed, and his history doesn't fit in with the "world" the RP is taking place in.
No, it's fine. :D Personally, I believe it could use some work.
Edit: After reading all the other SUs, I have a few ideas in my head. I have decided to work my SU from scratch, so can you reserve me a spot if possible? However, I would like to discuss an idea, that may or may not seem inappropriate. (I am thinking about using Lust and wonder what my limits are with it, if you give me the okay.)
Very Interesting RP, I love the idea of it, just my cup of tea. I'll be reserving a spot (if one is available) My SU is now up :3 Please tell me if anything needs to be changed.
SU:
Name: Joshua David Mist
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Josh has long auburn hair that stretches down to just below chin level, its strangly glossy and people usually mistake this for lack of washing, but it's just his natural hair. He has slightly large green eyes, unfortunately they can quite often be bloodshot due to Josh staying up later than he should have or perhaps even crying. His ears are of average size and are usually found tucked behind his hair so you most likely won't see them anyway. His lips are full and pink however not so full that they stick out, he has a smallish nose with a slight upturn which hes constantly pushing down with his hand in a futile attempt to straighten it. He stands at the normal height for his age, if anything he's a bit taller than some others but thats about it. He has fairly large hands with a matching set of fingers and his shoe size is twelve. He wears a white shirt with black overcoat long overcoat (the latter of which stretches down to his knees) as for pants he wears slightly baggy blue denim jeans, held up by a black leather belt, on his feet he wears black strapped trainers.
Personality: (this section is completely optional and I would encourage people to ignore this… a character's personality will be made clear during the story, and I will be looking at your RP sample to learn how you write) Interesting idea... I'll leave it blank.
History: A rainy day... drops of water fall from the sky and form puddles like they always have, like they always will. Josh sits on a wall, unprotected from the rains waters. He always believed the rain was Arceus' tears, this belief had been stronger lately. Other then now, when the war was destroying the world, had he seen such heavy and unrelenting rain in Sunnyshore city. Josh had been born in twinleaf town sixteen years earlier to a loving mother and horrible father, from a young age he watched his Mother get bruttaly beaten by his father, the Mother thought her son couldn't see this cruelty, she was wrong, so so wrong. Joshs mother was a kind and considerate woman, she loved her son and her greatest wish was for his happiness alone, and that he wouldn't turn out like his father. Josh was at first afraid of his father, he didn't want to be anywhere near him, his father wasn't bothered he didn't want anything to do with Josh anyway. However as Josh got older as his father became more and more aggresive to his Mother and Joshs fear began to become more and more like hatred every passing day, he did have a single solice though, Josh was a demi-genius his mind had the potential to reach levels of maximum basic human potential and this allowed Josh to lose himself in study, in fact he began to enjoy school more than home, his only concerns being his classmates lesser understanding of topics and the boring ramblings of the teachers. Years went by and Josh was eventually fifteen. His hatred for his father was strong then, he despised the man more than humanly possible he wanted nothing more than the mans untimely demise. Every day he would beat his Mother and every day Josh would take his frail injured Mother and help her with basic household tasks, cooking, cleaning, Josh would be with his Mother as often as possible to prevent further mistreatment being inflicted on her. However one night, one dreadful night, the rain could be heard tapping on the roof and Josh life was about to change drastically. The door slammed open. Josh was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for dinner, creamed chicken and garlic sauce with side salad, his mothers favourite, Mother herself sat at the kitchen table reading a magazine. Shouts were heard from the hallway, "Wheresh my dinneer?!?" It was Joshs father, drunk as he often was. Josh despised him so much. The Father entered the kitchen and saw the mother sitting down, so began the beginning of the end. The father shouted countless drunk ramblings while the mother tried to calm him down. Josh had never seen her so frightened and never seen him so angry in front of him. Suddenly the mothers eyes widened and she started to beg, Josh stopped what he was doing to see what was so terrifying, she would often cry, but never beg. Josh didn't have to look far. His father was raising a gun and holding it loosely in his hand.
Josh didn't think twice, he had been an onlonger... no longer. He grabbed his fathers and pushed the elbow in the wrong direction until it broke, there was a scream of pain and the gun fell. That should have been enough, the worst had been stopped... but Josh wanted more, his hatred for his "father" was overwhelming, he gripped the knife in his hand tightly gripped his fathers broken arm cruely hard. He spun his father around and smahed his head with the knives hilt. He then gripped the knife and plunged it deep into his fathers stomach. His mother was still screaming now, begging Josh to stop, but it was too late. Josh wrenched back the knife and let his fathers body limply fall to the ground, Joshs father was dead. Josh smiled for a second reveling in a feeling of satisfied hate then his face shifted he looked at his mothers tears and he looked at his bloodstained knife. He looked at his fathers limp body. There was a clang of metal as Josh dropped the knife then fell to his knees. He burst out crying immediately, not from remorse but of fear of the reprecautions of his actions, of anger at his fathers forcing of Joshs own hand, but even still ever so slightly, he cried of relief, some sick twisted and dark side of him felt that this was right, that somehow he had done the right thing, that the hatred he felt was good, he hated others then he felt twangs of pain and hatred towards everyone he had ever met, even his mother, he knew then something wasn't right, he loved his mother more than anything and could never hate her, he was sick, very sick.
Joshua David Mist was found guilty of murder a week later but was instead sentenced to a year of solitary confinement in the Sunnyshore home for the mentally unstable due to his age and a plea of insanity. The pills they gave him helped but they only did so much, they told him that if he took them for long enough the feelings would go away he had a mental issue they said. A troubled past had caused a deep-seated capacity to hate. The pills weakened it and Josh would be given a perscription paper to use at any Pokemon center or Pokemart in order to keep supplied. Josh proved receptive to this treatment so it was the best option. He walked out of the facility a year later and sat down on a wall, it was raining, but he didn't care. Josh had never seen such torrential rain in Sunnyshore but Arceus had every right to cry that day. Josh looked at his hand and an orb of green energy sparked to life in it, he wasn't shocked by this, in fact he had almost expected it, this strange power this energy, it had been appearing like this for about a month, whenever he tried to tell the on duty doctors they'd just smile at him and give him more pills, what was it? A gift from Arceus himself? A curse from an evil pokemon? Or was Josh really just that insane? He didn't know. However what he did know is that his Mother didn't need to know about it. So as the cab pulled up outside the facility and a familiar smiling face stepped out the energy in Joshs hands dispersed. Without saying a word Joshs Mother hugged him tight, Josh could see she had been crying as her makeup had been running. Before anything could be said, after releasing Josh, his Mother pulled two things out of her jacket pockets and placed them in Joshs hands. One object was a plain red pokeball, it felt heavy with the weight of the pokemon inside it, the other item was a sealed letter, well previously sealed wax letter, the wax seal used to seal the letter bore still clung to the top leaf,two letters, H A, adorned it. Hope Academy his Mother said, he had recieved an invitation a week earlier and she wanted his conformation before she agreed to anything.
A new start? Josh thought. The perfect oppurtunity to leave all this behind him and forget about this hatred he felt. Sold. Josh smiled and handed the letter back to his Mother. "When do I leave?" He said.
Negative Trait: Hatred
Power: Auric Manipulation (The ability to wield and manipulate ones life-force and use it to form different methods of defense, small things at first, waves of energy and maybe a small shield however this will develop)
Schedule: Homeroom (this is when the teacher will take attendance and read the daily announcements) 1st period: Core 3 2nd period: Latin Lunch 3rd period: History/Mythology 4th period: Battling 101
Pokemon: A Litwick named Haze
RP example:
Spoiler:
The death post of Mandel the Leafeon from the RP "War between Pokemon & Humans" If this isn't acceptable I'll post another or maybe make something on the spot.
Mandel Sunnyshore City Aeroplane
As Mandel sat in the plane he thought of everything that had happened to him so far, what had been said, what hadn't and what could never be said again.
Mandel closed his eyes and thought back over his friends and everything they said.
He remebered when he washed up on the shore of Canalave... the tangela.
"The PR could use someone like you..."
Khufu when he enroled for the PR.
"This is a war and we take it seriously..."
Mandels father, Kaleb.
"Thats my boy... that my strong brave little boy..."
Penelope.
"Well if you don't know than why are you fighting mister Mandel?"
Abe.
"Mandel... don't turn out like me..."
Lydia.
"...well, you probably won't understand, but I miss the old you; the funny, stupid you. The one who ended up making all of those silly, heroic actions which were only half useful. That Leafeon that would make me smile by just being himself..."
Rumble.
"Hey, pal. If you want to save them so much, allow me to show my good willed attitude!"
Sky Ace.
"You're scared. You're a burden to them. Nothing else. Don't get so cocky just because you evolved right now. I know everything."
Celebi.
"I already told you Mandel... your like a son to me... and what kind of Mother would let her son die... if she could take his place..."
Mandel opened his eyes.
So much had happened, he'd met so many pokemon who had affected him in so many different ways, they helped him to grow stronger and to understand just what it means to be a part of something bigger than himself. Its funny... how a war that destroyed so many lives could in the end give someone a whole new perspective on themselves.
Mandel lay back in his seat, what happened after this was over, if they won... then everyone would go their seperate ways and Mandel would be alone again and if they lost... well they lost, thats it they're dead. This battle would be Mandels last adventure with his friends...but what choice was there, death or alone again. It wasn't much of a decision.
Mandel looked out the window and saw at least fifty men and one of their war machines approaching th airport, this wasn't good, they were still a few miles down and he could warn the others before... wait.
This was another way... he looked outside, the plane would need cover to get away safely. He could be that cover. He would die but they would live on. So either everyone dies, he lives his life alone or he dies and everyone lives hapilly ever after. He looked at the satchel, he was sure Lydia would take care of him. So the choice was now his to make, his life was in his own hands. He just had no idea what to do with it. Oh who was he kidding the best option was staring him in the face.
He searched around the plane and found a scrap of paper and a pen he had learned to read the human language pretty well on his travels and was able to write a small note.
***
Dear friends,
I regret to say that I will not be joining you any further on this journey, I would however like to personally thank you all.
Thanks to you and the countless others I have met, I have been able to experience life outside my own little bubble that I was contained in for the most of my life.
I truly regret leaving you like this... there is so much I want to say to you that I can't express on a sheet of paper. I will always remember you even as I go past this world if I have some shred of a soul that continues on to the world beyond that shred will be filled with the memories of the times we shared
Rumble, though we didn't always see eye to eye I understand you better than I'm sure most people do, I see through that layer of hate to the shred of kindness within, win this war for us.
Abe, though I'm not sure where you are or if this letter will reach you, I'd like to thank you for steering me on the right path, it was your encouragement that helped me pull away from the darkness that almost consumed me, continue to fight and be the good person you are, do not dwell on the past... please.
Lydia... what can I say that you don't already know? You are the one thing that has kept me going through this war... I'm sorry that I have to leave like this, but its probably better this way, its best if you, if all of you forget about me and live your lives. I've always loved you and I know you loved me to, just not in the same way. I wish you and Wade all of my best wishes as you raise your children together. As a last request however, I ask that you take care of the small child in this satchel. His name is Gilbert, but you may call him as you wish and he is the last thing I leave to remind you of me. Goodbye my friend.
I now sign off this letter and enclose it with the child with which I leave in my steed.
I will never forget any of you, Goodbye...
*Tear stains dot around the bottom of the letter.*
***
Mandel wiped his eyes and placed the letter in the stachel with Gilbert. The humans were still a few miles down the road and it seemed he was the only one who had noticed them.
"I'll be back soon" Mandel murmured as he left the plane.
***
Mandel approached the humans and stood before them they laughed at him and one aimed his gun towards him. Mandel quickly killed the man with an iron tail.
Suddenly all of the men began to open fire on Mandel, the bullets grazed and hit him in his limbs. Mandel kept fighting. He kept killing and killing suddenly the man on the war machine fired a rocket at the plane and destroyed it in a burst of flames. Mandel looked open mouthed as he saw the plane go up in a massive explosion. Gilbert was in there. A bullet suddenly hit Mandel in the spine.
"AAARRGGH!" Mandel fell to the ground in agony tears rolling down his face.
"Gilbert!!! NOOO!" Another human shot Mandel.
The laughed mocking him.
Mandel body became shadow as shot after shot was driven into him.
"It won't end like this..." he murmered to himself as the shadows began to spread to the ground, creating a massive ring which encircled all the soldiers, the plane and most of sunnyshore city, became encased in a sphere of darkness.
"IT WONT END LIKE THIS!!!!!!!" Mandel screamed at the top of his voice as the darkness burst into a glow of bright white and Green light.
Mandels body seperated into thousands of tiny vibrant green leaves that swirled around a massive tornado encircling all the guards. Mandels eyes had a pale green glow as they somehow shone brightly on each individual leaf.
Mandel had harnessed the true power of Celebi.
Time travel.
The events that just past rewinded and the planes flames settled as it reformed itself. The leaves cut into the men and sliced true the metal of the war machine causing their life to disapear into a void in time. The light faded and it was like nothing had happened.
Mandel reformed lying down on his side, blood seeping from the wounds in his back.
Mandel lifted his head to look at the plane, he had saved it, Mandels life flashed before his eyes as they closed. The humans life had been taken from their body leaving nothing but husks. Mandel began to cry as tears ran down his face. He opened his eyes and saw a blinding light inside it stood his mother, father, Jazz and Celebi. Mandel walked towards them as his body let out a final sigh, the light engulfed his body as Mandel passed on.
Mandels body lay lifeless on the ground as his departed soul sent a final message to his friends.
He searched the world and found them all.
Rumble, Lydia everyone.
"Goodbye my friends, I'll never forget any of you."
Mandel was dead, his body lay with a smile on its face and his withered leaves had turned green once more.
Saturated Hue: You are accepted. The only thing I need you to change is your character's power. Either let your character be able to control weather, or the land. Not both.
Aura Rift: You are accepted.
Skymin: You are accepted, but you need to choose a language from the list :P Either English, Latin or Spanish.
TiTaN.JuStIn: Sorry to hear that. Hope to see you around! :)
Actually, I've got another project going on and it's probably for the best if I don't join this. So I withdraw my application :3 Thanks anyways, hope it'll be a good RP! I'll read it.
雷影 イチロ: You are accepted, but please be careful with your sentence structure.
Aura Rift: I closed sign ups for students, so we can start as soon as the last reservations get in! I still need teachers, if anyone's willing. I'll make sure they're still involved, trust me, but people shouldn't sign up for them unless they know they can stay on top of it. I don't want to have to kill off many teachers :P
Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers: Ah... And I was looking forward to your character, too. Thanks and see you around!
I'm still in this. I haven't been able to work on a SU due to my exams though ;~; I'll try to make one ASAP... not sure if it'll be good though. I'll try my best.
Here's my teacher SU. If I have time, I'll do the student as well. If not, I'll figure that means I wouldn't have time to RP two characters anyway. ^^'
Name: Miss Sophia Elman Gender: Female Age: 28
Appearance: Sophia is built with a fairly straight body shape, a bit slender if anything, and stands about 5'7" or 5'8", though she often wears heels that let her stand a little bit taller. Her skin is somewhat golden, her features and brown eyes both unassuming. She wears little makeup. Her honey brown hair (though in years past her mother would always call it "more honey than brown," much to her young daughter's embarrassment) is usually held up with a hair clip or in a messy bun from which strands sometimes escape over the course of a day. She dresses simply but nicely, a fitting top usually with a skirt, otherwise khaki or dress pants. While neat and well-kept, none of her clothing is in any way expensive. Her appearance generally seems collected and in order, though her left arm is always a little stiff.
Personality: Will be completed at some point if I have time.
History: Born and raised in Fuchsia City, Kanto, Sophia was the final addition to a family of five. She had two brothers, one her elder by five years and the other by four, making her the baby of the family. Their financial situation wasn't always the best; her father drifted between jobs in the poor economy and her mother tried to work when possible while raising three young children. One of her parents was usually working, sometimes neither and occasionally both, leaving Sophia in the care of her brothers as necessary once they were old enough. Sophia never thought much of it; it was all she had ever known and thus just the way things were. Her parents, though in and out at varying hours with whatever jobs they happened to hold at the time, did their best to be as loving as they could toward their children. Over time, the young Sophia and her brothers befriended an older man who lived next door, a teacher at the local high school, who became a good friend of the family.
Once she was old enough, Sophia was enrolled in school, toward which she was more or less indifferent. It was something to do and at least something that might be valuable and could help her family, so she put some effort into it but never had any intention of going beyond high school. By the time she reached high school, both of her brothers had graduated or dropped out and joined the military, considering it their only option. Sophia was at a loss, left to face high school on her own and realizing for the first time that she didn't know what, if anything, she'd be able to do when she graduated, a goal she had been determined to achieve. She might have completely lost hope if it hadn't been for her old neighbor and now one of her teachers, who recognized some sort of spark in her and spurred her to keep going, mentoring her along the way. With this encouragement, Sophia began working to her full potential, pouring her all into her education. After graduating from high school with the best grades she could manage and working odd jobs as possible, since it was hard enough for her parents to find jobs, let alone a teenage student, she managed to get into Celadon University with much help from scholarships, financial aid, loans, and her mentor's recommendations. Her most constant companion in Celadon was a Pidgeotto named Eustace, loaned to her by her mentor for travel, protection, and companionship while she was away from home; the Pokémon also carried letters back and forth between the two cities. Continuing to work whenever possible to earn the money for school, Sophia soon earned her teaching certification.
Worldwide violence continued to escalate while Sophia was in school, eventually claiming the lives of both of her brothers: one while she was still in high school and the other shortly after she began college. Travel was difficult due to war, so Sophia was only able to travel home to Fuchsia once to visit her parents, having just completed the college program. It was as pleasant a visit as it could be, considering the circumstances, until Sophia bid her parents farewell and prepared to return to Celadon, where she had found work on and off as a tutor and substitute teacher. She never knew which army or guerrilla band it was that attacked Fuchsia that day, but within a few short moments she lost the remainder of her family and barely came away herself, with a bullet in her left arm. Sophia was devastated. She and many others fled the city, and while her arm was treated and the bullet removed, she has never had full use of it since. Among the fleeing refugees she met a friend of her mentor, whom she learned had also died in the attack. He'd had no living relatives and had willed what he had to her. There was no going back to Fuchsia City then, even if Sophia had wanted to, and the circumstances of the day meant that wills were essentially void. However, her mentor's friend, who had left Fuchsia before the attack and had been in the area of Celadon, had been entrusted with her mentor's other Pokémon, which he was to give to Sophia. She had just left to visit her family, and the friend, having finished his other business after missing her, had returned to Fuchsia a few days previously and had not yet seen her mentor to return the Pokémon. He gave her Teka the Chansey then and there, fulfilling his promise to his friend.
Grieving over her lost family, friend, and home, Sophia went back to Celadon, where she spent the next few years learning to live on. Over that time, she began to train with her two Pokémon, Eustace evolving into a Pidgeot during that time. She also learned to use a gun at the insistence of her mentor's friend, with whom she has kept in touch in the wake of losing everyone she truly knew and loved. She continued working as a sub, tutor, and part-time teacher for a semester when possible, slowly paying off her ever remaining college debt. She couldn't find a full-time position until she was interviewed for and then offered the job of Latin and History/Mythology teacher at Hope High School by the government, which had found her through Celadon University. On accepting the position, she packed her belongings and moved to Sinnoh to begin again.
Schedule:
Homeroom
1st period: Free/Prep period
2nd period: Latin
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology
4th period: Free/Prep period
Pokémon:
Eustace, a male Pidgeot
Teka, a female Chansey
RP Sample: From The Uprising: Liberating the Katsu Region.
Spoiler:
Audrey clung to the walls of the alleys as they walked, not so much because she was being sneaky again but more in order to keep out of the rain. Although she kept anything and everything in the black hole by her hip she called a messenger bag, preparation was not her strong suit, and despite its gargantuan size, the bag would not have held an umbrella even if she had thought to bring one.
Rainwater splashed up against the hem of Audrey's sundress as her foot accidentally found its way into a puddle. She skipped quickly out of it and back into the not-quite-shelter at the side of a building. The streetlights were on, but anyone could tell they weren't well cared for any more. A scattering of them weren't even lit, not that they should have been on any normal day. It was only midmorning, after all, but the rainclouds made it seem almost like night -- hardly a normal day.
Of course, a handful of young people wandering the streets of a practically abandoned city wasn't all that normal, either. Chris, Greg, and Beo took up positions on either sides of a side door of warehouse thirty-two, all three of them drawing guns from hidden holsters. Slowly, Chris lifted his free hand into the air. He glanced around the group, meeting their eyes. Audrey blinked in response as he looked her way. One by one, his fingers fell into a fist in a silent countdown. Three... two... one...
"Aaaaaand... FIRE!"
Audrey pivoted, her gun pointing into the face of the PXS member nearest her. "Sorry. Bye bye!" Her finger jerked the trigger back, and the gun went off with a loud blast. She turned away, not able to watch the person slump to the ground, dead. The floor of the gym was slick with blood between the bodies that were scattered across it. A few of them -- the new Uprising -- got to their feet, almost as bloody as those that didn't.
A flash of lightning burst across the sky, and Audrey shook her head suddenly, clearing away cobwebs of painful memories. Rain was beginning to dampen less and soak more from her wait in it, and the side entrance to the warehouse had become a gaping black hole. Most of the others were already through. Audrey followed unhappily. It had just been a kick against a door, not a gunshot, and she'd probably have to get used to hearing those again soon. Being on missions again... she loved it and hated it at the same time. She had to focus less on the hating it. It didn't help that the memories had been churning in her head all morning.
"You come with me," a voice ordered. Which one was this? Beo. She'd have to remember all the new names, too. She would. It had been easy enough the first time. This time, she wasn't going to lose them. Audrey nodded determinedly, following Beo out of the warehouse she had now realized was empty. She'd done this before. She'd do it again.
The door to warehouse thirty-three met the same fate as its neighbor. Beo ran in, Audrey and another boy whose name she had yet to learn close on his heels. They were met by their own reflections. Rows upon rows of mirrors filled the warehouse, lining the walls and creating passages that seemed to lead nowhere. "Nothing," Beo muttered. Within seconds, however, an inhuman call Audrey had never heard before came from somewhere in the warehouse. "What was that?" Beo asked sharply. Without warning, a mirror shattered and an odd Pokémon came charging out of the hole it had created. Shards of glass danced against the cement floor as Beo sent out his Charizard to meet it. Before either Pokémon could attack, two others came through the hole the first had made. "Hey guys, I'll take care of this big one. You two each take one of the smaller ones!" Beo shouted, then launched into battle.
"You got it," Audrey said, pulling a Poké Ball from her messenger bag. Her Riolu appeared on the ground in front of one of the little bladed Pokémon. The Pokémon -- Pawniard, it seemed to be called -- rushed him, its red head bent down with blade forward. "Luce! Agility!" The Riolu darted off, dashing out of the Pawniard's line of attack.
"It must be a Steel-type!" she heard the other boy say. All the better for her, then -- Luce was a Fighting-type. Luce waited, three of his four paws on the ground as the Pawniard skidded to a halt and turned toward him to charge again, this time slashing with iron claws.
"Luce, use Force Palm!" Luce raced forward, but at the last minute used Agility again instead, dodging out of the way of the Pawniard's Metal Claw. The Riolu changed direction and chased after his opponent. His palm slapped against the Pawniard's red helmet. Green light blasted forward from Luce's paw and completely enveloped the Pawniard, which tumbled backward head over heels. It shook its head groggily. Hm, that worked better than she'd first thought it would. Oh well, she wasn't going to complain about that. Luce was already running at the Pokémon when she yelled for him to finish the fight. "All right, Luce, you got this!" Green light flashed again as Luce repeated the move, effectively ending the battle.
The Pawniard lay at the base of a mirror which was now divided by several large cracks. They converged at the Pokémon's impact point. Luce hardly awarded his defeated foe a glance before walking almost disdainfully back to Audrey, who bent down to pat her Pokémon on the head and give him a "good job" in congratulation. Luce swatted at her hand a few times before folding his arms and enduring the treatment with a highly displeased look on his face. The others had also completed their battles, and all three of the foreign Pokémon were senseless on the ground.
"Hey Beo, are we done here?" the boy Audrey didn't know asked. He had a cut on his shoulder, and mirror shards flashed from his hair in what light there was. Audrey stood, taking a few steps toward the maze of mirrors, the lights from her shoes reflecting off their surfaces. Those farther from where they stood were still in tact, but other than that, there appeared to be nothing to see. Just someone's idea of a clever use for a warehouse, maybe. Whatever the case, it was a far cry from the corridors and cells she had known three years before.
"It doesn't look anything like the parts of PXS I've seen," she said aloud. "I don't think this is what we're looking for."
