Alex gave Aine a glance he'd been afraid that the situation would pressure her Aine had problems with stuff like that and coddling her would only make it worse
"i found one of the cards from the game"
he placed it on the table and eyed the dice
"""JUST ROLL THE DICE WILL YOU"""
"huh did you say something"
"no" ............
Erm ok he picked up the dice and let them roll to the table top half heatedly
"6 and a 2 so 8" Alaizabel sounded excited
he moved the little blue and black clad character to the 8th square BELIEVE
he picked up the card
"with a touch change how one feels"....... "whats that mean ??"

Alaizabel mulled it over, "I don't know. I guess it does what it says on the tin. The more you believe the more it works-".

There was a tiny chime. Alaizabel cast around for the source. On the board, the tiny abacus with translucent beads had changed. On the row of yellow beads, one had slid to the other side, and was now glowing faintly. "What... what does that mean?" she asked to no one in particular, flicking through the rule book. "Ah, belief points. It says, "Believe to win, believe to lose.".". She bit her lip, "I guess it means you can only win by believing, but when you believe you can lose as well? So I have one belief point now. Apate, your go.".

She looked at Alex, noticing he hadn't touched anyone yet, and wondered what might happen.

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Guys can you please check the OOC before making your next post, I've written a little plot detail that everyone needs to be aware of.
OOC --> http://www.roleplaygateway.com/the-make-believe-game-players-wanted-t18877.html

"Well, la-di-da," grumbled Apate, glancing at Alaizabel and picking up the dice. Shaking them quickly and dropping them on the table, she gave them a disinterested look. "Seven-six-and four."

Grabbing one of the figures- one in a white dress or shift or something, she wasn't really paying attention- she moved it the number of spaces alloted and drew the card.

"Here. You read it," she grumbled, tossing it at Alaizabel.

"Beware card" Alaizabel read out, "Seeing is believing. And so maybe believing is seeing. To choose not to believe may be to choose not to see. And everyone knows spiders cause more terror when you don't know where they are.". Alaizabel put the card back onto the pile. Apate shrugged.

"It's like the game knows just how to get to you," Alaizabel thought to herself. She realised it was her go again. She rolled the dice. Three. Moving her figure forward, she landed on a Behold square, the others of course being Beware, Become and Believe. "Behold," she began, "Hallways and doorways and passages and more-ways.". She put the card down, ponderous. She got up.
"I think... I think it wants us to go look.".

She opened the door and went into the reception hall. She gasped. Whereas before the stairs had led from the floor above to this one, they now continued down into a basement, with candles lighting the way. She looked up and a strange walkway was suspended from the ceiling. She went to look in the dining room and there were three doors in the back wall. Running back to the others she grinned, "Come on, let's go explore.".

And the others followed, John thinking hard about what his card had meant to him, and the others, Alex, afraid to hold Aine's hand for fear of what might happen, Apate, totally nonplussed about the whole thing, with an utterly entranced Alaizabel dashing into the main staircase, and heading down instead of up. Lanterns lit the way down, and the sounds of running water and clanking machinery drifted up from the clammy depths.

"What does it mean to become what is feared, does it mean what I fear, what the others fear, or just actualy turning into something that is actualy scary," John thought to himself. The house seemed to just disappear to him, he was so focused on his thoughts that he tripped on the stairs, falling down and nearly taking everyone with him. John stopped just a few stepps from everyone else who were farther down the stairs than he. He picked him self up, and brushed off the dust and cobwebs. He reached up to his head, and he felt dampness,he was bleeding. "I'm fine," he said faintly. He steadied him self and he heard something, something he didn't hear before. It was like a small childs voice, but darker more ominous. It was saying a rhyme in a singsong voice. "One frightful night, the dead came out to fight, and the living took flight, on that dreadfuly frightfull night, One frightful night, the dead came out to fight, and the living took... It kept repeating. "Do you guys hear that?" asked John but from the looks he was getting from the others they were not.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," mumbled Aine, very quickly, a few steps away from hyperventilating. "I wanna go home. Apate, let's go home. Please, please, because......"

Her eyes squeezed shut. "He's coming back for me. Oh, my god, I knew it, he's coming back for me, isn't he? I tried so hard, so, so hard, and he's going to come back, and I didn't do enough, did I?"

The nightmare that had first haunted her years and years ago flashed through her mind once again, the way it had for ages. Her, just a little girl in the basement, playing with her favorite battered model cars, all child-like and innocent, and the shadows solidifying, forming a teenage boy with a vicious smirk. He was darkness, looking perfectly normal, and at the same time looking like a fanged demon. He had bent down and kissed her roughly, the fangs she had thought had only flickered across his face cutting into her lips, filling her mouth with salty blood. When she'd woken up, she'd bitten her own lips, but the dream had always haunted. It had played a crucial role in the development of her personality, even- she had decided to be a part of the darkness instead of being the one attacked by it.

And, now a million thoughts swirled in her head, telling her that maybe she hadn't quite cut it, and he was back for her.

"He's coming for me," she added, laughing bitterly.

"Aine" Alex reached out and stopped looking down at his hand inch's away from her he needed to hold her to chase away the demons from her mind its how it all started all those years ago he remembered when they were kids her nightmares and the time she had lost it the time when she got the knife and everyone around her were enemy's and then he had gone to her and as she slashed at him leaving the knifes bloody mark on his arm he held her and she had come back to him that day was the first time in his mind that he knew he loved her that they were meant to be.
"Aine look at me"
he held up his arm showing the nasty scar
"as long as im here you will be ok, remember my promise nothing will get you it has to deal with me first"
she seemed to focus a little
"i promised you when we were kids nothing has changed ok"
it wasnt working she seem to be lost then smiling at him she reached out
"ALEX.........."
her finger brushed against his before he could pull away a spark clicked between them and from deep with in everyones mind came a voice

""with a touch change how one feels let the negative become the positive let the pain be joy and the love be HATE!!!!"

Alaizabel stopped, turning round to look up the stairs at everyone. John looked terrified, Apate was staring at John as if he was a demon, and Aine looked about to lash out at Alex, who was staring in horror at his own hand. She heard the voice inside her head, and made the connection. "Alex," she called out, "Don't touch anyone else. Stand still.". She looked at John. His card had said to become what people feared. So why didn't he seem any different to her?

"John. What's up? What are you afraid of?". She walked up the stairs to him. He was covering his face with his hands. She pulled them away. "John, look at me. Tell me what's happening."

"The voices, they taunt me, I hear them... what if there is nothing after this life... what if we are destined to nothingness..." he seemed to quake. John looked at Alaizable. His face was odd, it wasn't sad looking or happy or anything. He looked at his hands, they where gone. Nothing was there, nothing. The voices had changed tunes now. There is no God, there is no heaven, for even a sod, no love, no hope, nothing to prove, only the void.

"No!" Alaizabel said, gripping his wrists, "We are all destined to be something, and no matter what happens after death, you're here now. You're real NOW and that's what matters. The void cannot touch us so long as we breathe and laugh and hope. This world is solid and it's impossible to believe otherwise. Me and the others, and you, all exist because how can we not? How can we believe in nothing? It is easier to believe in something, in existence, in life. Look," she gripped his wrists, "The game would have you believe you are nothing but I can feel you, your skin and the warmness of life. And I believe I can see your skin.".

It did seem that some form was coming back, but as soon as she let go the invisibility continued to spread. "John, BELIEVE", she said, grabbing his shoulders.

In the room above, a small figure, clad in bright red and gold, crouched by the board, her blue-green eyes and fanged teeth glinting. And she smiled as Alaizabel's belief points went up another notch, whilst John's extinguished. "What a predicament," a clear, girlish voice chimed, "That to survive you must risk another void. Believe, and make-believe will get you. Don't believe, and the void will get you. Time to choose..." Dawn said to herself, before skittering back to the wall, jumping as if to climb up it like a lizard, and vanished in a plume of red smoke.

He saw his hands again as Alaizabel grabbed his hands. This sparked a small fire in his heart, a glimmer of hope. His mind raced, fanning the flames. His thought tossed back to the old bible on his nightstand. As if to try and stamp out the flames, the voices in his head grew louder. He almost lost the glimmer of hope as he began to receded into him self, but over taken by some outside force he began to say something. It started as a whisper but grew in strength each time he repeated it. "Hollowed be you name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and give us this day our daily bread, lead us not into temptation but deliver us from EVIL...." John began to chant the prayer over again, and soon the voices began to quiet down. He got up, his body returning to normal. "You hear that, take my body, do what you wish, but you can't have my soul, I don't fear you, I believe... I believe indeed," he shouted at house.

"Alex....."

Aine trailed off, blinking a bit. There was a sudden blankness, overtaking her eyes, and a slightly dreamy, stupid smile crossed her lips. When she next spoke, her voice was childish and soft, lilting- really, she sounded like a ditzy little girl, but her words were enough to make blood run cold.

"I think I might have to kill you. Isn't that funny, Alex?" she chuckled, straightening up, then blinking reproachfully at John and Alaizabel. "Why are you yelling? There's nothing wrong....Not for me, anyway."

Adding confidentially to Alex, "I think the darkness is coming back for me, see, and I could prove myself by killing you. You don't mind, do you? It's not too much of a problem? I'll see if I can make it up to you, once he takes me away."

It was odd- the silly, slightly ditzy aura around her, and the talk of murder coming so easily from her mouth. She, herself, wasn't particularly sure what was going on. "Nothing can deliver us from evil, silly.......But, he's coming soon, I think, so, Alex, if you don't mind....."

Alex looked at Aine the smile on her lips the glow in her eyes no this wasn't Aine
"Aine please don't do this your stronger than this stupid place fight it Aine fight it"
her smile faded returned and faded again
he grabbed her shoulder moved his hands down to hers and grasped them fully

"""A choice is made between to of the same
a coin has both sides but both sides arnt the same
Behold see what isn't said but what is in their head"""

"i choose you Aine despite any Faults and past problems i choose you now let me see what isn't said but what is inside your head"

with that a cloak of light entwined around them both and they were gone

Alaizabel blinked. "That's not supposed to happen." she said, worried. Apate seemed better now John was back to normal. The machinery sounds from below were still as loud. "I guess the scenery of the house stays the same until it's changed, but in terms of what each player becomes or can do, we can over come it...".

"Anyway, John, it's your go," she said, leading the other three back to the room. She sat at the kitchen table, wondering where the other two had gone. "I wonder what a more-way is..." she pondered to herself.

John picked up the dice and rolled. They landed on a 4 and a 3 to a make a total of 7. John picked up his figure, and moved it down seven spaces. He landed on a believe space, and picked up a card. He read it aloud.

If seeing is believeing, let darkness be light, and light be darkness
Reality, fiction, and not seeing believeing.

"I can see where this is going," John said returning the card to the discard pile.

Alaizabel pulled a face, "what do you mean?" she asked, confused. "Anyway we need to check out the house. With all the extra doors and rooms and portals and stuff we're bound to find where Alex and Aine are".

A few seconds later and Alaizabel was running down the metal stairs into the new basement. Hollow blue light lit the way down, and the clank of machinery grew so loud it was necessary to shout to be heard. The stairs ended abruptly on a platform that ran round the edge of the massive cavern, and every so often through the cogs and clanking pistons. Looking up, she saw huge pillars of steel, greased with oil, pumping up and down, or sometimes spinning, leading up to the floor above. "But where does it lead? There's nothing in the reception hall that would be controlled by all this... unless."

She turned to John, her eyes wide, "A more-way! A place that leads to somewhere it shouldn't. That's one of them, up there. This room leads to another room that isn't actually above it. We need to find a more-way that will lead us to Alex and Aine, and I think it'll be...".

She ran back upstairs, pondering and calculating, without realising anything that was happening to John. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, a silent boom rippled across the room. Alaizabel gripped the bannister. "What was that?" she said, tensing, and looking around. She heard a slight creaking, felt suddenly light-headed and woozy. Her stomach began to feel odd. She noticed with a start that the curtains in the reception hall were lifting up, moving towards the ceiling. There was the tinkling of crystal as a small crystal box lifted up, lid as well. She noticed her bracelet floating around her wrist, felt her hair lift away from her neck. Her mouth formed a small o as she realised what was happening.

Too late, she covered her head with her hands as she was pulled, or rather fell, towards the ceiling. She landed, almost on her neck, upon the ceiling, and a splintering wave of agony in her leg sent her near delirious with agony. She fought unconsciousness as the floor loomed beneathe her, heavy furniture hurtling towards the ceiling, heavy chairs and ornaments crashing around her. "John!" she yelled, looking for him. She dived out of the way to avoid a small coffee table and gasped as the pain in her leg followed her.

Silence. The cacophony had stopped. Gravity was now acting via the ceiling. A mess of chairs, tables and ornaments littered the white paper of the ceiling. She looked at her leg and realised she had fallen on the chandelier. Glass stuck out of her leg, glinting red. She leant forward and tenderly touched the largest piece. Tears sprung to her eyes. "John... I have to find John... John? John are you here?" she cried, hardly daring to stand up left gravity switch back again. She crawled forward gingerly, dragging the injured leg. She hoped he was ok. And Apate, where was she?

John knew a reverse was coming, but he didn't expect it this way. He grabbed the banister of the stairs, but he wasn't strong enough to hold up his wieght with just his finger tips. He quickly lost his grip and plumeted onto the ceiling of the basement. He tucked and rolled, ovoiding any injuries that were serious. John made his way to the now hole in the "floor" where the stairs exited the basement. He looked down and saw a trail of blood.

John grabbed the side, and slowly lowered himself down to the ceiling. He saw Alaizabel crawling with the blood coming from her leg. John hurried to her over shatered debris and other mangled objects that didnt' survive the fall. John heard her cries. "I'm here Alaizabel, over here, are you okay?" he responded. John got to her, and knelt next to her

Alex floated in the darkness around him strange objects seemed to fall just out of reach and sight he felt the blackness wrap around him as though it was alive blocking all vision for a few seconds he realized he wasn't afraid this place was peaceful was he dead?
he let a slow breath escape from him lungs and watched the mist from his mouth hang in the air for just a little to long then slowly float away sliding through the air like a serpent
"Aine" he said gently
no answer a warm blast of air unfolded underneath him making his long hair blow about his face
turning into it looking down he saw a pool of light coming closer.
his eyes were half open sleepy like as he floor cushioned his slow decent no pain no feeling nothing numb all over
slowly the light spread and the once falling objects came to a stop touching down around him doors tables chair he recognized them one by one and then a bed and then on to the bed Aine but not her as he knew her now it was Aine from years back when they first met small long black hair in to braids Aine when she was 7
he still couldn't move and everything was gray slightly out of proportion
"Aine" he wisped as the darkness wrapped around him once more

Alaizabel's face flooded with relief when she saw him, "My leg, it's got tons of glass in it. Nothing too major but I can't take the glass out until I have something to bandage it with. We need to get to the kitchen, to the board. Aine needs to roll. We need to find her-". But first they needed to get to the kitchen and fix her leg. She stood up using her good leg, leaning on John, "Help me over to the stairs. If we jump high enough we can grab hold of the banister on the second floor balcony, and from there climb onto the underneath of the stairs and balcony. Since the kitchen door is right behind the stairs and balcony there's only a few feet between the ceiling and the lip of the frame. We can climb into the kitchen that way. And since it's using mostly my arms I should be ok."

John wrapped his arm around Alaizabel, his arm under her arms. John carefully moved the two to where Alaizabel said. "Ladies first," he said jokingly. He grabbed Alaizabel by the waist, and lifted her up to the banister. As soon as Alaizabel was on the bottom of the stairs, John piled up some debris,and used it to get him self closer. With a good grip, he hefted him self up to the banister and up to where Alaizabel was sitting, waiting for him.

John helped her up as he finished brushing himself off. "Okay, now to the next part of our great quest for bandaids," John smirked, trying to lighten the mood. The kitchen was a mess. The Fridge had tipped over in the fall and all sorts of foods were every where. The oven and stove had come off the wall and were bairly connected to the gas lines.

John let Alaizabel go for a second while he rumaged through the medicen cabnet. He pulled the gauz and medical tape out as well as a pair of those pincers old people use to pluck their eyebrows. "Okay, let's see how bad it is," John said as he had Alaizabel sit on a chair he turned right side up.