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Sasha Floyd

blessed by nephthys, goddess of air

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a character in “Gods Among Us: Reborn”, as played by faceclaim

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FULL NAME: Sasha Julian Floyd
BLESSED BY: Nephthys
BIRTHDAY: October 31st, a Scorpio
GENDER: Non-Binary [he/them pronouns]
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
AGE: Nineteen years old
HOMETOWN: Cardiff, Wales
ETHNICITY: Welsh (can speak Welsh)
MAJOR: International Law
HEX: #B1CCCE

likes.
- bubblegum pop at full volume
- old horror films and classic movies
- perfectly brewed tea, only Welsh brew
- their family dog, Guinevere
- heavy rain or heavy snow
- thrift shopping
- following a vegan diet
- gardening for vegetables and herbs
- yoga and meditation
- cooking for hours on end
- old, fluffy cats
- ballroom dancing
- dark chocolate candies
- strong Welsh whisky
- travelling the world

dislikes.
- hot weather and blaring sunshine
- romantic comedies
- American country music
- coffee of any kind, or American tea
- they are lactose intolerant
- not a big fan of any kind of exercise
- cigarettes (his grandfather always reeked of them)
- gender normativity and heteronormativity
- bigots they had to go to school with
- staying in one place for too long
- cheap American alcohol
- taking the numerous calls from their parents
- fish and chips, even when they weren't vegan
- looking at old photos
- staying inside for too long

strengths.
Sasha is mostly fearless, due to many nights watching
lots of horror films old and new. They also can find at least
one thing to relate to others, as they know what it's like to
be on the outside. They have gotten decent at fighting,
considering that they were quite the target of bullying at
their all boys academy. They are intelligent and witty,
or at least they consider themselves to be. And Sasha can always
find something to do - or someone to bother, so they are hardly
ever bored.

weaknesses.
Sasha can never stop running his mouth, even when it ends
in an ass-kicking. They found it easy to find the right buttons to
push
, which wasn't good for someone who liked to have friends
around. They have their own sensitivities, especially towards
their identity being questioned or trashed on. They are wildly insecure,
which is hidden by their bravado most of the time. They are secretive
when it comes to their personal life and anything they hold dear, so
they don't have much in terms of close friends. Thought they hate to
be alone, and would rather be in bad company than no
company at all.
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a u r a.
The person that Sasha is today is not the person that they once were. Before Wales and finding family with the Floyds, they were a scared little boy from an orphanage. Their parents, the people that were supposed to love them most, had abandoned them. This stuck with them for some time, locking him in a staunch fear of being abandoned. They watched every word they said and every thing they did, worried that anything they would do would make their parents take them back. Even with assurance from their new parents that they loved them, even now there is still a feeling in the back of their mind that one day they would still end up alone.

But once Sasha started to hit puberty, a new person blossomed from the unsure and shy orphan. Their parents had never kept anything from them, so they started to explore gender identity. They never felt quite comfortable as a boy, but they felt that being a girl wasn't quite right either. They were most comfortable with an in between, and chose to become Sasha. They could hide their former self inside of this persona and be whoever they wanted to be, and that made them feel powerful. Sasha was a mouthy one, sure, but they were fearless. They started to find causes to care about, and really fell headfirst into this new identity. Being this person meant that they could be as flamboyant as they wanted, and passionate about anything and everything. Sasha was the person to walk right into a debate with arguments flying. They didn't care whether they were loved or hated, so long as they were noticed. It's hard to abandon someone when they're never out of your mind.

There was still another person hidden within the barrier of Sasha. They held all of Sasha's secrets and flaws. They were a highly jealous person, in relationships and just for people who had healthy family dynamics. They knew the world as the fortunate, and the unfortunate, and they always watched with envy for the fortunate. And while Sasha craved those relationships to fend off the abandonment issues, they usually rejected the ones they fell for, unable to commit to a relationship and breaking their own heart instead. So Sasha is flawed, what human isn't? Everyone pretends to be better than they truly are, and Sasha does the same.



b l e s s e d.
Sasha has been blessed by NEPHTHYS, goddess of air.

As a host, they have blessed them with LEVITATION. They can cause oneself, subjects, or objects to float in the air unassisted, allowing them to seamlessly float in the air and prevent their body or the object from making contact with the ground below. This usually happens uncontrollably when they are put under high stress. It's not very long, and usually they are unable to control the length of time, it just stops and they fall to the ground.

There is also WIND CONTROL. They are able to shape and manipulate wind, the movement of air relative to the surface of the planet. They have difficulty creating wind, usually resorting to wind and breezes naturally occurring. The easiest use of the wind is walking on the air, since it gets an added boost from their levitating ability. Using a breeze to walk rather than pulling themselves straight from the ground is easier for them, thought they still have to concentrate to keep themselves up.

They can also enhance the skills they already have. They can enhance their hearing through amplification of the air molecule vibrations. They can enhance their touch by reading the air and feeling any disturbances. They can enhanced their smell by detecting a scent that goes into the air. They can only enhance one of these things at a time, and it takes practice. Eventually Sasha will be able to enhance their speed from reducing air resistance and using air pressure for propulsion, and even strength for using air pressure for harder strikes, but that is still out of their reach.

The final ability they've noticed is atmospheric adaption, their lungs are now able to filter out any toxic or non-gaseous substances. There is a limit to how much they can filter out, if they are bombarded with the substance it would still be too much for them.



s t o r y.
The story of Sasha Julian Floyd begins in a New York Orphanage. The unknown mother left her baby on the footsteps and made sure that one of the orphanage workers took the baby inside. The first few years of Sasha's life was unmemorable, until Siobhan and Aled Floyd found their own adventure on the footsteps of the orphanage.

Siobhan and Aled were avid travellers, using their love of research to explore new cultures and countries that were much different than Wales. But they were brought to a halt as they landed in New York and found a little orphan to pour all of their love into. They decided to adopt Sasha and retire from their research travelling to settle in Wales. They took over research at the University of Wales and sent off their own students to explore the world. They started to explore the world of parenting with a scared American child who only knew what the 'right' words were to say to please them. They decided to open Sasha's mind to a new world in a small country. New foods, a bedroom for themselves, old films they would watch on their old leather couch, and a cute puppy to grow older with.

Their childhood was considerably good; the Floyds were good people that Sasha loved quickly. With that love came the fear that one day they would do something that would make them fly Sasha back to the states and back to the orphanage. They were a "perfect child", as much as they could be. The Floyds were very hippy-like and one with the Earth, so they never kept anything from them. There was incense all around the house, they did yoga and meditation every day, and even discussed marijuana and other psychedelics that they wanted Sasha to do safely if they were ever interested. Siobhan was the one to introduce them to gender identity. She told them that they could be whoever they wanted to be, and Siobhan and Aled would always love them no matter who they were.

Sasha dove head first into their search for identity right as puberty hit. The in between of male and female made them feel like that was who they really were, and adopted a new name: Sasha. They kept the name from their biological mother as their middle name, only because they did not want to lose that one connection with her. But as they became more comfortable with who they were, there were plenty of people who weren't. Sasha started going to an all-boys academy and the boys were not kind to him. This was a new world for them as well: a world of loneliness unless they wanted to be subjected to slurs and insults that stabbed right in their heart. Right when they were blossoming into their true self, it felt like everyone around them was dragging them back into their shell.

In secondary school, they decided that they would fight back, not only for themselves but for others like them that couldn't fight back. Fighting for lgbt+ group at school turned into fighting the very people that bullied them. They tried not to fight, but remaining silent while bullies made their life a living hell was no longer working. Their parents tried to keep them in line, talk them through conflict resolution strategies and avoiding punishment when possible, but Sasha was exploding out of their shell and they were not going to go back. They fought for themselves and for other victims of bullying. It was frustrating when they were the one being punished by the school for fighting when their bullies would receive little. The faculty was just as bigoted as the people that were sending them home with black eyes.

It only became less hostile as it neared the end of secondary school. Sasha was trying to research more about their biological parents, and found a school in New York with an international law degree near where the orphanage was. They were ready to leave Wales for the foreseeable future, and into a new world of America. They were sure that they could find acceptance in New York, and could explore their identity even more. They managed to keep the fights to a minimum before graduation, and their parents flew with them to help them settle into Lindenwood. They found a campus lgbt+ organization, made a few friends like them, and was adjusting well to New York. Then they went out for the first time, crawling through New York city bars and slipping Sasha alcohol since they weren't old enough in this country. When they were on the way home, a man got on the subway and started staring at Sasha and their friends. They made comments under their breath, glaring over until Sasha, emboldened with liquid courage, stood up and asked the man what his problem was.

"People like you." It was the main thing Sasha remembered before the man swung at them. It was a one-sided fight mostly, from what their friends said, but Sasha didn't remember much of anything after the man hit their head. Blurred images of being pulled off the subway and tugged home, arguments on whether or not they should take Sasha to the hospital since they're underage here, and mainly pounding in their head. It crushed their image of what New York was supposed to be, but they never backed down. They were just, more careful, pretending that they weren't bothered and that this wasn't the same as the academy back home. Sasha threw themselves into their studies and the lgbt+ organization, fighting only on campus where they felt comfortable in their safety.

The Egyptian trip that was offered at the end of their sophomore year was a chance to travel like their parents did, and to find friends outside of their safe space, which they hadn't done much of since the accident at the end of freshman year. And surely they could handle a month an Egypt, bigots or not.


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created by user faceclaim for Gods Among Us: Reborn

So begins...

Sasha Floyd's Story

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Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen
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Tarren Havenfield
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Trevor Price
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Kayden Hallows
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Two days. It had been two days since the group of students from LindenWood, had found themselves leaving the comforts of what was considered to be their new home back in New York. All while being led by their Professor. Who, by all means knew what he was doing, well, for the most part. There were times where his assistant, Kayden, would have to step in and lead the otherwise clueless bunch. Was indeed a sight to see as a small Irish woman led a brigade of International students, and their clueless and often time scatter brained British Professor. To say getting around the airports wasn't easy, well, you can only imagine. But now the group found themselves in what would be considered their new home for the next month, the Dusit Thani LakeView Hotel, in Cairo, Egypt.

Currently, the hot sun of Egypt had been beating down overhead, onto the small group of travelers, nearly exhausted from the full day of exploring. The first day was spent exploring the city itself, the food, the culture, the people, and a few landmarks such as the Abdeen Palace and the Khan el-Khalili bizaar that were in the capitol.

Arguably though, today’s activities were perhaps the most exciting and nearly everyone was looking forward to it. The day began with a short bus ride to the outskirts of Cairo in Giza, where the students were allowed to explore one of the seven wonders of the world. The Pyramids of Giza. The impressive structures were a breathtaking sight and it wouldn’t have been complete without a lengthy lecture from Professor Price. They had already spent about four hours at the site before the sun had just begun to set in the Western horizon. Most of the group would have thought the day would’ve been called quits there. Seeing as the sun was beginning to set, and it was best advised to settle indoors after that. Since the group first arrived, they had been told countless times by locals to be wary after the sun goes down. Local tales had been spread about the group in the oncoming two days, even if Tarren and even Eden had thought that they were nothing more than old lore and stories told, especially to scare off tourists. The less trouble they caused, the better.

But, as their luck would have it, Professor Price had a different idea.

Tarren knew that the moment Professor Price just simply mentioned the field trip to Egypt, that things weren't going to end well. Tarren had never been out of the country before aside from a few trips back home to Brisbane for their mother. Other than that, Ren had never been to a place with endless seas of sand, and blazing suns, it was a stark contrast in culture to what they knew for the better half of twenty-plus years. But they figured that they might as well go, especially due to some pushing from Price, and some of their friends in the days that followed. While the prospect of earning a few more credits and offers after going on the trip was originally the only thing that ultimately made them go, knowing that some of their friends truly wanted them along was enough of a push. And so they made their decision.

The first few days were rather, uneventful if Ren was being honest. Not much of anything happened except for small travel, and touring some of the surrounding cities. Not that it wasn't interesting or boring, it just wasn't exactly what they had been expecting. It was now the second day and the sun had already started to slowly go down, as well as the majority of the tourists were beginning to head back to the buses and leave for the night. Tarren had stayed back amongst the group and waited for news on what they would be doing.

The buses began to fill, leading the tourists back to the capital, Price instead had the group stay behind as he wanted to see one last thing before they headed back. His request was met with unsurprisingly, unanimous protest - after all they had been trekking nearly all day, not to mention whatever the man had in mind was definitely not on the itinerary. It wasn’t until about a half hour after they had been wandering aimlessly around the desert that it was obvious they were more than a little lost.

It was only when Price told them all to follow him and that they weren't exactly done just yet, much to the vocal dismay of the others. While everyone was getting either burned or complaining of the heat, Tarren had welcomed the sun. They oddly dressed with a jacket and shorts, with plenty of sun screen applied, of course. With sunglasses in hand, they had no reasons for complaining, at least not now. They figured in the morning they would feel the aftermath of the Egyptian sun that shone down on them mercilessly for hours. But for now, feeling that familiar sun here, like it was back in Brisbane.

Tarren looked to some of their friends for a moment, giving them a don't ask me look, before they walked up alongside Price and Hallows. "Excuse me, Professor?" Tarren started, but only received a poor excuse of an answer in the form of a shoulder shrug and mumbling. Seeing as the two co-leads were busy looking over the map. Tarren turned back to look at the others, shrugging their own shoulders before continuing to walk up alongside the Professor and his assistant. "Don't mean to....intrude, but, the others and I were wondering where we're actually going? The sun is setting, so shouldn't we be headed back already?" Tarren questioned casually.

The other two mumbled about themselves a bit more, before Kayden turned around partially to face Tarren, giving them a bright smile, "We'll be going back in just a bit. The Professor just wants to trekk on a bit more, and then we'll be heading back. Promise." Kayden looked back, as Trevor exclaimed to himself and headed off in the direction he was facing. Kayden and Tarren exchanged glances between each other, and then the group, before gesturing for the others to follow their wayward Professor.

The group had been led further past the Pyramid of Menkaure to the Queen’s Pyramids, a set of three Pyramids that were smaller in comparison to the others each built for a famous Egyptian Queen. Long gone were the signs placed conveniently for the tourists, it was beginning to look like mountains upon mountains of sand dunes awaiting them when the ground suddenly dipped down into a small ravine. Trevor skidded to an abrupt stop at the sudden dip in the ground and his eyes lit up. ”Fascinating...” he mumbled under his breath lowering his map as he looked at the ruins.

Nowhere did it list the presence of a tomb or a current excavation taking place. To anyone else, this place might not have existed. So, how in the hell, did they manage to find it? Nevermind go in the right direction to possibly stumble upon something? This immediately didn't sit right with Tarren, nor Kayden. But Trevor, he seemed all too excited. A little bit too much, if they were being honest. The two women shared another look at each other, before walking up alongside the Professor. "Trevor?" Kayden began, folding her hands before she continued, "Don't you think it'd be best if we started to head back? Come back in the morning, and when we're not all exhausted? And...you know...Sunlight?" she questioned, gently tapping Trevor on the shoulder.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he looked up finally at the two, ”It would, but we don't have time for that! We want to be able to say we explored it first, don't we? Besides-" the Professor turned fully around to look at the full group of students, ”We go in and explore, just a bit. And I'll give you all passing grades for this class, and even more so, we can take the rest of this trip easy afterwards. We just have to take a little peak inside the tombs first." he grinned.

Trevor gestured for the group to join him by the edge of the slope, and looked down once more into the ravine. At the bottom of the crevice, set a massive entrance to some sort of temple that was half buried in the sand. The place looked like it was just a breeze away from toppling over. Threatening statues of Pharaohs were in the front staring menacingly down at them, almost as if they were guarding whatever was hidden away inside the tombs. The sight made Tarren’s stomach turn with that all too familiar sense of adrenaline. But the rational part of their brain flickered for a moment. There was no way that something like this had sat here for this long without being discovered. With all the tourists, explorers, and locals poking around the desert? There was no way this place had been undiscovered. Right?

Tarren looked at the others, then back at Trevor, "I have to agree with Kayden, Sir. We can come back tomorrow. We'll have more time, and natural lighting to explore the tombs. Besides, who says this hasn't been explored yet-" Trevor lifted his hand, ”Want a promised passing grade, or not, Havenfield?" he questioned, eyebrows raised before a grin formed on his face. ”Whoever wants to come along, make haste. But for those who wish to remain outside, feel free. We'll just take a peak, and be done with it, ya?" He didn’t really wait for much of an answer from the others, as he had already began to carefully move down the edge of the ravine. Taking just a moment to beckon for everyone to follow him. Before disapearing further down.

Kayden gave a wary glance to the students, “We have to go after him don’t we?” Kayden paused, then looked back to the direction of which Trevor left. “We have to go after him.” She said more to herself than the others, and slowly she began after him, sliding down the slope. A few rocks scattering down from the impact of her feet. The audible crack of rocks clattering below.

Professor Price reached the base of the ravine just in front of Kayden, and whoever else was behind her. Placing his hands on his hips as he gazed at the towering Pharaoh statues to the dark cave of an entrance. “Professor none of us really think this is a good idea we-” Tarren's face paled slightly as they watched him slip off his backpack and crouch down. Quickly beginning to dig through it furiously until he retrieved a torch.

He tapped it on his knee a few times before the faint light flickered on. “You, you can’t be serious.” Kayden mumbled out as a look of disapointment appeared on her face. Even for her, with all of the years she knew Trevor, even this was a bit much for him. Trevor just returned her gaze with a small glint in his eyes. He quickly stood up, brushing sand off of his pants. Brandishing the flashlight in his hands. ”I know this might seem a bit insane to some of you but
Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you
?” The briefest smile flashed across his face, before turning to look at the old entrance of the ruins. “I’m not forcing any of you to follow me, in fact, by all means stay out here. I’ll just have a brief look inside
” He trailed off, as he gazed back at the entrance. “But, for anyone who would like to join, I won’t stop you either.” and with that, Trevor made his way into the entrance of the tombs, and whatever it was that awaited inside...

Thoughts wracked around Tarren's mind as they thought to themself for a moment. If something was truly down there, and if they were a part of a possible large discovery, it could possibly end up with some way of helping their situation back home. If this came with some sort of financial pay, well, Ren could feel a slight nagging feeling in the back of their head. Something telling them not to. But at the same time, they had no real choice.

Going against their better judgement, Tarren shifted through their own backpack that they had with them, quickly retrieving their own flashlight and turning it on, exposing some of the smaller details of the entrance as they took a few steps forwards in the direction the professor went off in. "Well, I for one say that we need to get him back, but...As long as we don't come across any more scorpions or centipedes, I know I'll be fine." Tarren said with a large grin, "But I doubt that'll be the case..." they shuddered, thinking about the scorpions they already came across. While, in reality, Ren was both terrified and excited for what could possibly be ahead, even if what was about to come could be a mistake. What was the harm in snooping around for a little while, right? And obviously, retrieving Professor Price...




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Character Portrait: Charlie Addams Character Portrait: Tarren Havenfield Character Portrait: Adam Barrett Character Portrait: Annette Ryeo Character Portrait: Soledad De Leon Character Portrait: Romeo Viljoen
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It was easy at first, playing it cool. Soledad was used to other’s watching her, judging her. It’s not like she made it any easier for herself. People had been making their assumptions about her long before she ever stopped trying. Impulse control wasn’t something she wasn’t ever taught well anyways.

In an ideal world she’d been able to continue the facade, though she barely lasted through check in before she was sitting in Adam’s lap. Charlie could pretend she was in her own world but Soledad knew she was just as uncomfortably aware about the other at all times. Her friends all gave her the similar look of dismay. At this point it was just expected but it wasn’t anything short of disastrous.

Then room assignments were given. Sol had immediately tensed, looking at Adam for his reaction. Sometimes she didn’t know if he just played dumb, it was difficult to believe someone as smart as he was could have the emotional intelligence of a thumbtack. If she hadn’t been flushed with a murderous rage, she might have taken delight in the look of horror on Charlie’s expression at the same moment.

And just like that karma reared her ugly head, pairing Soledad and Nancy together. She could have sworn the room went quiet for a moment, looking to Soledad for her reaction. It would seem this trip would be taking every opportunity to test her limits. Well - it’s like her mother always taught her. If you’re going to make a scene, wait until after you can steal all the mini toiletries.

Soledad had made sure to linger in Adam and Charlie’s room as long as possible, leaving evidence of herself everywhere from strands of her hair in the bathroom to her sock she tucked between Charlie’s bed and nightstand. By the time she made it to her room Nancy was already asleep with the lights off. Obviously she turned back on the lights so that she could get ready for bed. Just like Nancy to just expect Sol to tiptoe around her.

It felt like this trip was filled with just about every sort of confrontation she’d been avoiding all year. Even with Adam rooming with Charlie and the ugly step sister in the next room, the main thing stressing Soledad was having to explain to Romeo why and how she was so close with the rando on their trip. It was accidental at first but after seeing how Romeo and Ten developed animosity, it was really for Sasha’s protection to keep the two apart. Luckily Sasha was friends with enough people on the trip who already hated Sol so it hadn’t been as difficult as she thought - at least so far.

The next few day Charlie did all the work keeping her distance, which of course Sol took her own amusement in how Charlie seemed to look everywhere but at her and Adam. She usually suckered Romeo into taking some pictures of her, though he was much more interested in the academic side of things than she was. Somehow managing to bounce around her mangled web, by the end of the third day of visiting the pyramids she was ready to return to the hotel. She exchanged a look with Ten as Professor Price went into a spiel about breaking into the tomb and making their mark on history, as if to say ‘That’s some white people shit.’

Her parents had already said this shit would happen. That’s exactly what happened in the Mummy and they never let her forget it from the moment she told them about the trip. Unsurprisingly, Tarren Eden Nova and Charlie all followed. Sol smiled. It was a shame to be losing Nova but if that was the price to pay to be rid of the other’s then she was willing to pay that cost.

“All right, fine
, but you better turn that passing mark into an A.” Romeo said from beside her. Sol looked over to him with eyes wide, already shaking her head when he turned to her to whisper “Bitch, if I die, you better mummify me in silk
. But leave the face, people need to see the face.”

“What - no!” Soledad called out after him. “Goddamnit.”

Now she had to go after him, she couldn’t let him be the only minority going into a perilous scenario. That was literally the recipe for death in every horror movie between 1992 and 2003. She huffed as she followed after Romeo, stopping short and peering over the ravine.

“Adam,” Soledad looked back to him with a pleading expression. “Go first in case I fall.”




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A lot of the flight had been a blur, Sasha and Rahmi splitting an edible before their flight. When they arrived, she had almost forgot she spoke Arabic and watched as their professors fumbled through interactions bleary eyed. They griped when they were matched with Cassidy but at that point Rahmi was ready to just pass out. By the time they woke up Cassidy would already be gone, it was basically like having the room to herself - so far at least.

Admittedly even with her Arabic, she still sometimes struggled with small dialect differences. She was enjoying being immersed in her people’s culture. It was a bit amusing to watch Yousof fumble with his basic Arabic. To be fair most of Rahmi’s basic knowledge came from their parents lecturing her, which Yousof had the fortune of mostly dodging.

She’d promised her following that she’d take some tiktoks on the trip, luckily Sasha and Ten were game. Rahmi even managed to loop Nancy into a couple, though she wasn’t as shameless in front of the camera as the rest of them. Against everyone’s wishes and her parent’s explicit orders, Rahmi had smuggled some carts she would pass between whoever raised a brow her way.

By the time the sun was setting, Rahmi was so enraptured by the grandeur of their surroundings she was barely even listening when Professor Price began some frantic monologue.

“I know this might seem a bit insane to some of you but
Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you
?” The bizarre statement caught her attention, Rahmi looking over to Sasha with a bewildered expression.

“Why would he even mention the waiver’s right now?” Rahmi let out a small laugh, looking back to Nancy for some sort or affirmation. She lowered her tone to a whisper. “Like - I get informing us of the risk but just weird way to say it. Right?”

She looked over to Yousof, noticing he was recording and seemed a bit too giddy about the situation. If their parents knew what they were doing right now, they would smack them over the head. Though, usually if her parents were against it that meant it would be fun. She walked over behind Ethan as he shone the light down, peering into the ravine.

“Oh that’s not so bad.” Rahmi said off hand before calling out, glancing at Sol out of the corner of her eye. “Charlie - you make it down alright?”

Smiling to herself, she looked back to Sasha and Nancy giving them a shrug. She’d have to talk to Yousof about getting their story straight to make sure their parents never found out, but it was too tempting an opportunity to pass up. Pushing pass Soledad, she began to lower herself giving Nancy and Sasha another reassuring glance before disappearing into the ravine.

“Oh shit,” She said once she reached the base of the ravine reaching the others, looking around in bewilderment as she hit her cart coming to stand beside Charlie.

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He wasn't sure how long the class had been touring Egypt. Though Professor Price advertised the trip as adventure and exploration, they spent the last two days shuffled from one tourist destination to another. Abdeen Palace, Khan el-Khalili, and whichever restaurants spoke English. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Yousof felt more invested in his games than the Egyptologist's lecture. That seemed to be the story of his journey. He played Genshin Impact in the United States, Animal Crossing (New Leaf because he simply couldn't abandon his old town) on the plane, and he started playing Pokemon Go the moment they landed. He had to send gifts to his friends, natch. He was lucky that they had time for him to snag a SIM card at the airport.

When he told his family about Egypt he had been met with a mixture of annoyance and elation. His parents were unhappy that he and Rahmi were delaying their graduation. In their words "we left thirty years ago and now you want to go back?" One of their younger sisters joked that they were returning to the motherland and had him promise to bring back a rock for her. She loved collecting rocks minerals of every kind, but foreign ones were especially exotic. He recalled her asking for a specific kind but the name escaped him. Probably because he was busy shoving clothes into his bag.

Eh, I'll grab one on the way back, he shrugged, nearly walking into Tarren as they asked Hawthorne where they were headed. He'd been looking back and forth between the buildings and his phone because the best way to enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime trip was to draft every second of it.

Tour guide who starts banging walls to recreate Indiana Jones.
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Egyptian TV store named Serqet City.


He didn’t like any of those.

"You're thousands of miles away and all you can do is stare at your phone?!" He was sure his high school history teacher would be malding at the thought.

It didn’t matter much given that he was losing signal quickly.

They were far from their bus and even farther from civilization. Sand seeped into his boots with each step, only stopping when the group hit a ravine. Even before looking, he pulled out his phone to photograph the partially buried temple. There was no way that anyone could have found this place before, much less a tour group. The professor must have known something. And if he didn't, then perhaps there was another reason they found their way to this place. Either way, curiosity bubbled in Yousof's mind. He fixated on their menacing gaze; there was challenge in their eyes, beckoning him to enter.

Price must have agreed because the older male turned towards the class to announce his fascination with the ruins before hiking down the ravine.

”I know this might seem a bit insane to some of you but
Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you
?"

Now that Yousof thought about it, signing waivers was a rather strange ask for an educational trip. He tapped the record button, videoing the entrance before them (along with close ups of Rahmi, Tarren, Kayden, Hawthorne, Lenny, and finally Sol).

"I’m not forcing any of you to follow me, in fact, by all means stay out here. I’ll just have a brief look inside
But, for anyone who would like to join, I won’t stop you either.”

He turned his phone over to Fletcher with a smirk.

”C'moooon Fletch it's my last year here!” he announced, "you can't tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious about what's down there. It'll be like Indiana Jones or The Mummy, just watch!"

Yousof, did of course, neglect to mention any possibilities of traps, raiders, or ancient monsters, but he figured that they would be in no danger of that.

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"Mam, sut ydw i'n mynd i fwynhau'r daith os ydych chi'n dal i fy ffonio?"“Mum, how am I going to enjoy the trip if you keep calling me?” The exasperated string of Welsh came from Sasha right before their bus ride to the outskirts of Cairo, flagging yet another call from their worried mother.

Siobhan had started calling Sasha more after their accident last year, but it was going on incessantly and Sasha had ideas of feigning bad phone reception to keep her at bay. She was the main reason he was going on the trip anyway, wanting Sasha to explore the world just as she had when she was in college. Going to New York was enough of a culture shock, and landing in Egypt was no different. Sasha wasn’t a fan of the overwhelming heat, but the hotel was fancy and they had a few friends joining them on the trip. Sasha had even persuaded Sol into one more thrift day before they left New York, so they had plenty of light, airy clothing to wear while swimming in the sandy oasis known as Cairo. And though Sasha was usually uncomfortable with flights, Rahmi had split an edible with them and they were on cloud nine before they even hit the cloud.

Even Sasha had to admit that The Pyramids of Giza were a sight that everyone should see at least once in their life. It was a wonder of the world, and that was even more true in person. Though Sasha would have preferred not to spend so long at the site, even if it’s a wonder of the world. They had probably sweated through their layers of deodorant and sunscreen, but didn’t want to bring a backpack so the only things available to them were anything that fit in their small satchel between the vegan bars Sasha brought for snacks and their cell phone. And a clear lip gloss to keep their lips smooth, that was non-negotiable. Thankfully he had remembered a canteen as well, because there wasn’t much water anywhere else that wasn’t up-charged for tourists.

The view of the buses coming to rescue them was a welcoming sight. There was only so much to do at the pyramids, and Sasha wanted to try out the bars in Cairo at some point with the fake ID they bought before the trip; the drinking laws in Egypt were just as dumb as they were in America. They were dreaming of their cold hotel room when Price told them they were going to stay longer. Sasha pushed their aviators up into their hair to brush back their bangs, and give a glare worthy of being taunted with going back to the hotel only to have to spend more time in the unforgiving heat.

”Is there a reason we’re not trusting the locals and getting the fuck out of here?” Sasha protested once the professor told them to hang around. Professor Price was definitely not at the top of their list for professors they wanted to teach them, but they needed a history credit and this was the only class their advisor could squeeze Sasha into. He wasn’t exactly a man Sasha trusted, considering how scatterbrained he was and had the assistant leading most of their activities. And while his tone was full of sarcasm and bravado, Sasha was wise enough to believe the locals, there was always some truth to the tall tales and they didn’t want to find out what truths were hiding in the Pyramids.

The sun dipped lower and lower and Sasha’s hopes of getting back on an air-conditioned bus in the near future dropped just as quickly. He noticed the tourist signs becoming less frequent, and Sasha had sand in places he didn’t know sand could get to. They were sure of one thing: Price had no idea where he was leading them. The ruins in front of them surprised the entire group, and it caused the little faith Sasha had in their professor to extinguish entirely. But, the prospect of a passing grade in a class they needed to graduate just by standing here for a bit longer was not something Sasha would pass up.

”I’m going to need that offer in writing,” Sasha scoffed mainly to themselves, and found themselves wandering over to the edge of the ravine. The statues of the pharaohs immediately caught their eye, and genuine curiosity started to form. It didn’t take much persuasion from Price or his assistant for Sasha to follow behind her, eyes glued to the statues. It seemed that most of their trip-mates felt the same, as almost half the group had wandered down into the ravine before Sasha started making their way down mainly after Sol and Rahmi had gotten there.

Sol and Adam were back on good terms, Sasha assumed, so they’d spent most of their time on the trip with one of the others. But as they walked up to the statue to the left, they peaked over their shoulder at Sol and teased, ”You think he’ll come to life and fall in love with me? I think I could be his sexy mistress.”

He was examining it further when Price got out his flashlight and expressed his deep need to go inside. Sasha had never seen him look this passionate in class, it was almost unsettling how willing he was to wander into his death. Sasha’s eyes drew up to the ceiling of the little breezeway, wondering if it would even hold for the group to get in and out. Sasha wasn’t personally moved by ‘being a part of history’, but they weren’t going to chicken out and stay behind, that was for sure.

”There were waivers?” Sasha asks, only somewhat serious; it didn’t look like the professor heard them anyway. They were still trying to get their mother off the phone and didn’t read any of it, but they were pretty sure they slapped on a signature before passing it back. ”Fuck it, my mum and dad can just adopt again if I die,” Sasha quips before ducking behind the professor and the others already delving into the tombs.

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Before arriving in Egypt a series of choices Adam made had complicated a number of his relationships. It wouldn't have been as big of an issue if it didn't concern a few participants in their trip to Egypt. If it didn't he would've been able to delay addressing the issue until he returned. Unfortunately for him that wasn't the case.

The issue began as most issues do between couples, a fight. What was said between Adam and Sol for the two to break up? He didn't remember and maybe that was the bigger problem. The two have had issues before and had worked through them in the past. Rather than working things out again between them this time Adam had found comfort with another, Charlie.

Charlie was like a carefree pixie that fluttered into Adam's life. Things were less complicated with her, she was like a breath of fresh air. Whenever he was having issues he could escape by spending time with her. He felt wanted and grew to enjoy the feelings he had when he was with her. It started innocently enough but eventually grew into something more, something intimate.

If he had chosen to end his relationship with Sol and pursued one with Charlie maybe things would be simpler. They had just broken things off, the timing was right, but that's not what he did. While he enjoyed spending time with Charlie, Adam and Sol shared good times too. They may bicker and fight regularly but there was history between them, they knew each other better. Charlie could help him escape life while Sol helped him struggle through it.

Adam didn't want either of them out of his life, they were both important to him. It was selfish of him, he knew better but he didn't know what to do. Ignoring the situation didn't make things better, in fact it made it worst, but he didn't want to hurt either of them. Maybe he could figure out the perfect solution to their problem but he wasn't having any luck with that. He didn't want to admit it but this was probably a problem he couldn't solve.

Now he was in Egypt with both of them. His relationship with Sol was on the mend but he could still sense hostility directed from her to Charlie. Adam tried to intervene whenever he could but whenever he did it seemed to make matters worst between him and Sol. Incidents like that continued to occur between them.

One recent incident was due to Adam and Charlie sharing a room at the Lakeview Hotel. Sol was noticeably annoyed, especially after Adam didn't seem to be concerned over it. Adam thought it would be a good chance to talk to Charlie, to try and make the situation between them more bearable. He waited in the hotel room to talk to Charlie but she didn't arrive until the last minute before curfew. It was probably because Sol had chosen to spend some time with Adam in his room earlier. They shared a small greeting before she went to bed. Apparently she didn't want to talk about their situation either.

Aside from interpersonal issues their trip to Egypt had been mostly uneventful. They visited most tourist sites in the area and had become acquainted with the locals and the food. Charlie had been avoiding contact which Adam appreciated. When they talk he would rather it be in private between just the two of them, he didn't want things to escalate due to outside interference.

As the sun was setting, time to return to the hotel, Professor Price insisted on journeying further. Adam didn't particularly mind staying out later but the group had heard rumors about strange events occurring after dark. Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing to do but Adam thought there would still be enough time to back out of any strange shenanigans before they occur.

When the group stumbled on a presumably undiscovered tomb Professor Price insisted on searching it despite the protest of others in their group. Adam thought it was also a stupid idea but didn't voice his opinion, there was already enough people doing that. When Price suggested giving all of them passing grades Adam chuckled under his breath, he didn't need a handout but maybe some of the other students did. Adam didn't know and he didn't care.

Against the opinions of others Price ventured down into the tomb and disappeared from the groups sight. Adam sighed and was preparing to go back with any students that would join him until he heard the others talk. Most of them had already ventured down into the ravine but he could still see Sol by the entrance. She turned to him and asked, "Adam, go in first in case I fall."

Adam sighed, unwilling at first because he didn't want to get dragged into Price's 'exploration'. That was until he heard Ethan say to Sol, "Come on, Don't be pathetic Sol, we both know he's gonna let you be the one that gets hurt if shit goes south." There was some animosity between the two but Adam begrudgingly also saw Ethan as somewhat of an equal.

He ignored Ethan's blatant barb and looked down the ravine. Turning towards Sol he said, "Keep close, don't want to lose you in there." Before she answered Adam jumped down and slid to one of the wider and flatter areas below. Adam began to test the ground beneath him, stomping on it several times before he was happy with its stability. He looked up and spread his arms motioning for Sol to jump down and said, "It's moderately safe."

As he stood there, arms wide open, he heard people talking further in the tomb. Sol had followed soon after and the two ventured forward, seeing numerous statues in front of the tomb. Sasha, one of Sol's friends, had mentioned them, saying, "You think he’ll come to life and fall in love with me? I think I could be his sexy mistress." Adam didn't doubt that but he didn't think complimenting him would do him any favors with Sol, or with Sasha for that matter.

When they had caught up to Price and the other students who had already entered the tomb, he heard Price talk about cementing their names in history because of this discovery. This intrigued Adam slightly but in order for them to be remembered at least one of them would have to survive. Adam would rather not enter but it didn't look like he really had a choice, if he wanted to stay in the good graces of Sol. If he had to go in he would at least try to ensure the safety of those in his immediate vicinity but he wouldn't stick his neck out for everyone in their group.

Adam looked around the group and saw several people he would rather not die and others who he didn't have too much of a concern for. As some of the people followed Price, Adam turned towards Sol and said, "Last chance. I'm not fond of dying and I rather not go in there but . . . your call." Adam waited for her response as he casually played with his lighter.


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It wasn't that Lenny wasn't interested in Egypt. The culture interested her, there was no reason why it shouldn't. Even the locations they saw at first were beautiful and strange, but soon became boring to Lenny, whose main draw from this trip was the prospect of seeing the local species of lizards in their native habitat. Which she was currently more focused on than the seemingly endless trek. The pyramids were just of passing interest. Instead she spent most of her time either scoping the rocky terrain at her feet or with binoculars held up to her face in search of rock-dwelling lizards basking in the sun. There were many scorpions, a few thousand beetles, but so far she hadn't managed to catch anything larger. Perhaps that was for the best, she wasn't sure if her travelling companions would appreciate her waving these creatures around in their faces.

If one were to examine Lenny closely they would see that she was in fact growing rapidly bored with this adventure - sure, it was fun at first. The initial misadventure through the airport had been a chaotic mess sure, but the hotel was nice and comfortable. She had spent the first hour of her time sorting through her luggage, mostly an assortment of absurdly strange clothing choices that seemed more fit for a night out than for sightseeing. But if Lenny was going to be walking through any sort of populated area she was going to damn well dress to impress.

Though her current choice seemed to be less than ideal. Drawing in a thousand mosquitos to her bare arms. She had settled on a black sleeveless mock turtleneck. Paired with a very unbelievably breathable pair of acid wash shorts. She had forgone her usual tendency to wear platformed shoes, because of all the mistakes in the world that one probably would have made her the most miserable with how much walking they were doing. No, she'd simply thrown on a dusty pair of old sneakers instead and called it a day.

By the time they'd gone through the whole tourist spiel she'd become incredibly sick of both the heat and the dust. Plus the day was drawing to a close and quite frankly she just wanted to be curled up in her bed back at the hotel. It seemed though that the professor had another idea. Lenny didn't speak up to argue though, that wasn't her job, she was simply there to see the sights. Besides, she had only come because a few of her friends were also on the trip, and quite frankly she had needed a mental break from the heavy workload she'd taken upon herself. This was supposed to be a vacation for her, albeit an educational one.

Lenny hadn't been paying much attention to where they were going or why it wasn't back towards the busses where the other tourists had begun to filter onto and away. At this point following blindly seemed to be the best course of action, despite the stupidity of it. But she was nothing if not ready for things to go wrong at any moment - this was just another in a series of life's misfortunate events. She paused with the others, listening in as they each raised their concerns. Lenny laughed under her breath, she couldn't help it. The good ol' Cordova confidence had begun to kick in, sweeping away the bone deep exhaustion from the long walk.

"Well, we'll pass in one way or another at least." She quipped, cracking the knuckles of each hand. Before following those that had already made their decision. She had no time to wait. While the professors promise of a passing grade for potentially grave danger didn't sit well with her, she couldn't deny that she felt thrilled at the idea of exploring somewhere that had never been explored before. This truly was her chance to mark her name in the annals of history and she was certainly not gonna let it pass her by.

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For Nancy, the flight to Egypt had been nightmarish. She'd spent the majority of it crying in the airplane restroom, running the tap to muffle the sound of her panic-induced sobs. Hyperawareness of her environment's inescapability gripped her from lift off until touch down, and even her dreams were riddled with plane-related anxieties. Following visions of crashes and hijackings and a slow sinking into a middle-of-nowhere ocean; she would wake up gasping, and then the gasping would fail to cease. Following almost every awakening, she'd have to sneak off once again to the airplane restroom. By the time they landed in Cairo, the routine had become clockwork, only for them to disembark, and return Nancy to a state of unsureness.

But at least she was on solid ground, now, and she could reassure herself that the worst part of the trip was behind her. Until the trip home, anyway. Nancy tried not to think about it, but it loomed in the distance, like a storm cloud on the horizon, or a dark figure lingering at the edge of her periphery. Her inability to live in the moment was disappointing, but she had adapted to her wanton worrying somewhat; enough to push the presence further into the edge of her gaze. It was still there, that dread, but it looked slightly thinner now. Scrawnier. The days leading up to the flight home would feed it, but today, Nancy vowed to starve it best she could.

Not to mention, she had bigger, more immediate things to worry about. The silence in the room following the announcement of Nancy's roommate had spoken for itself, as did the stone that formed immediately in the pit of her stomach. It felt like a cruel joke, and though she wasn't used to such wickedly fateful experiences, considering her recent plane-related trauma, it felt like overkill.

Thankfully, the first night, Nancy had barely seen Sol. Going to sleep, she had wondered if perhaps Sol had opted to hide away in a friend's room rather than spend any time in close quarters. Still, she'd left a lamp lit by the door, so that Sol would be able to find her way around if she did find her way back to the room. A lamp Sol promptly had ignored, turning the overhead light on and forcing Nancy awake once more. As she listened to Sol make herself comfortable, Nancy stifled her yawn and her frustration, and instead waited in silence for her roommate to go to sleep herself. All the while, Nancy stewed in the dread of what would undoubtedly be similarly uncomfortable nights ahead.

Upon reuniting with her friends, however, her spirits had returned to her somewhat. she was not athletic in the slightest, but the ache in her legs after hours of walking was oddly pleasant for Nancy. Usually 'different' frightened her, but the distance from her parents had provided a strange sort of ease, and, geography aside, she'd never felt further from them than she did right now. The familiarity of her friends had kept her steady- and, for the time they had thus far been in Egypt, Nancy had come to the realisation that their presence wielded far more inherent comfort than the familiarity of home. As such, in their company, and for all her physical tiredness, there was a lightness to her steps, and the curious glimmer hadn't left her eyes since the class had first began their exploration.

That is, until now, when she gazed down at the cavernous expanse before them, and her intrigue turned into incredulity.

"We go in and explore, just a bit. And I'll give you all passing grades for this class, and even more so, we can take the rest of this trip easy afterwards. We just have to take a little peak inside the tombs first."

Nancy did not blame her professor for his excitement- such a thing was to be expected, even if she did not share his passion for uncovering the resting places of dead royalty. However, a frown formed on her face as Trevor continued on with his enticing offer of good grades. A bolder student might have called the man out on his manipulations, and pointed out the abuse of power- but Nancy was never one to be described as bold, and so instead, she forced her resentment flat, and turned her focus onto the reactions of her friends.

She immediately met Rahmi's gaze, and the pair exchanged looks of trepidation.

“Why would he even mention the waiver’s right now? Like - I get informing us of the risk but just weird way to say it. Right?"

Nancy shrugged, "I mean, he is a weird dude. It's not exactly out of left field." She grinned in faux-enthusiasm, "And if I die here, I don't have to fly home, so..."

As Nancy watched Rahmi descend into the ravine, her concern collided with the lingering of Trevor's words: Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? Fame wasn't something Nancy had ever aspired towards, and yet, the question gripped her. Her family appeared, uninvited, in her mind. Disappointment and resentment were ingrained into their faces, and they each held their doctorate.

Nancy watched as more students began to trickle in after her eager professor, following the man into the darkness. The temple loomed, steadfast and foreboding, and Nancy stared at it, thinking of doctorates.

"You can't tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious about what's down there. It'll be like Indiana Jones or The Mummy, just watch!"

She sighed resolutely, before following Rahmi down the hillside. As she passed Yousef, she shot him a teasing smile, "I hope you know that you're the Jonathan in that scenario."

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Tarren and Eden shared one more mutual glance at each other before they both began to make their way into the chamber's entrance. Ren almost jumped out of their skin as they felt a hand suddenly grab them by the shoulder, looking back to see Alex. Eden looked at the two and gave a small nod as he continued on ahead, "Yeah, bud?" they asked, an eyebrow quirked upward at their cousin. Alex paused for a moment, "I'm gonna hang back out here with some of the others, you go on ahead yeah?" Alex gave a small smile. Tarren simply shrugged in response, "Okay. If we all die of some ancient curse in there, my ghost is gonna come back and haunt your ass." Tarren joked, before turning back and entering the chamber of the tomb. They shone their flashlight against the walls and pillars, the inside being far larger than they would have anticipated, or expected. It seemed to be more of an outdoor courtyard, than a normal entryway of a tomb. But, they didn't know much about Egyptian culture to be completely sure.

By the time that Tarren had caught up with the others, they were more towards the middle of the group, silently walking beside Nova and a few of the others. "Wonder how long it'll take for us to get lost in here, before the professor realizes?" Ren whispered to Nova. Eden leaned towards them as a smirk spread across his face, "I give about fifteen minutes before we're all possessed by some ancient dieties or something. Or get eaten alive by giant, mutated spiders." he joked. Tarren tolled their eyes at his response, The day we get possessed, I'll hope that they'll use my body to beat your ass for jynxing it." Ren joked in return, gently pushing him.

The group collectively continued onwards, further into the entryway. Originally they were able to walk shoulder to shoulder, but the longer they walked, eventually the halls became thin enough to have to walk in single file. Professor Price and Kayden were somewhere up ahead, before another large room opened up ahead of them. There was ancient texts and images covering the stone carved walls, whatever was chisled into the old stone was barely telligble, even if someone knew how to read it. They were long since faded, and just barely able to be seen with the use of flashlighs and other means.

Tarren and a few others broke off from the main group, and so did some of the others, but staid in the same chamber they were in. As they walked along, looking at the carvings in the wall, Tarren suddenly shot out their right hand, pushing back whoever was next to them. They anchored their feet into place as they looked down at their feet, just barely a few inches to their right, the earth had long since opened up, creating what could only be described as a sinkhole in the ground. "Best to watch where your feet go, mate." Ren rattled off, their eyes glancing back to the wall. "Hey Professor?" they called out, looking up at a large mural along the large wall in the chamber they were in. Trevor turned to look away from the current wall he was looking at, clearly trying to translate whatever text was carved in, Yes, Havenfield?" he asked as he slowly made his way over, being careful of where he walked.

"What do you think is?" Tarren shone their torch against the wall. The mural along the wall was faded, but enough could be made out after a few minutes of study. Trevor's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the entirety of the wall, using the flashlights of a few students to help illuminate the full image. "Well, I'm no ancient philosopher but...My best guess? Would be some old battle that took place thousands of years ago. See-" he began, pointing at one end of the wall, "That right there, is Set. Egyptain God of Chaos and Storms. What it appears to be, is a long told story of him and the others Gods of old engaging in some ancient battle." his hands tracing the images to the other end of the stone. "And that, is Horus. God of the Sky. And of course, the others-" he gestured to all of the other drawings of Anubis, Osiris, Sobek, and many of the others and their armies led under their control. "But I don't remember reading of some battle like this. As it looks like the Gods are fighting among themselves even, not just against Set?" Eden chimed in.

Price smiled and nodded at Eden, "Very good, Mr. Montgomery. Very good observation indeed." Trevor said a bit enthusiastically. "I'll need to take some notes of this down for later...Interesting indeed. But, they were always known for their stories, and if this indeed an undiscovered tomb? Who knows what stories and battles are told within these very walls!" Trevor giggled excitedly, jotting more notes down into his notebook. Tarren and Eden exchanged a look as they shrugged their shoulders. He's officially lost his plot, the look said.

Kayden finally wiggled through the group that had formed around the others, looking up at the mural, "This is all well and good, Trevor. Really. But, We've gone further than we initially said. And even I feel like now would be a good time to turn back and head to the hotel. Get some sleep and come back tomorrow?" Trevor turned his head to look over at her, "Yes, but-", he started once more. "But I just...I got a feeling. We just go a little longer, and I just know there's something worth pressing on for." he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Kayden and some of the students are rolled their eyes and groaned in sync at the answer they were all give. "You're impossible..." Kayden huffed under her breath as she looked at him. Trevor simply shrugged, before begining to walk again, headed into another chamber as he scrawled more notes into his notepad.

Tarren exchanged a look with Kayden, and some of the others, shrugging their shoulders once "Someone's gotta get him...Mother fucker..." Tarren groaned, throwing their head back for a moment, before walking after Trevor, and into another chamber up ahead. It wasn't much longer after Tarren had walked in after Price, that there was a blood curdeling scream that rang out from their direction. Eden didn't waste anytime and ran into the next chamber to see what had happened. "What? What happened, Ren??" he questioned as he found them frozen a few steps ahead. They took a few deep breaths before turning to look at their friend, "It was the biggest fucking, mother fucking fucker fuck that I have ever seen in my life-" they started, before shuddering. A large grin formed on Eden's face, before a loud bellowing laugh escaped his lips. "You know, the bigger they are, less threatening, right?" he chuckled. "I'm serious, you asshole! It ran across my foot and everything. I fucking hate them, and you know that. I don't get how you like them so much." they said with another shudder.

"Well, like most things in life, Ren? You warm up to them over time." he said with a shrug. Tarren shot him a glare, "Only way I'd warm up to them, is if a flame thrower was involved." they bit back. Eden chuckled, and wrapped his arm around Tarren's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll stay right next to ya, so no more scary creepy crawlies scare ya."Eden teased as they continued onward, looking for their wayward professor. Who, now seemed to be nowhere in sight. They both could have sworn he was standing right there, alongside Kayden. But the moment they had looked at each other, and then back ahead of them, further in the chamber, they were gone. This wasn't good.





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Sol could recognize the initial reluctance in Adam’s expression when he asked her to help her down. Admittedly it was enough to cause her hesitation, glancing back down the ravine and reconsidering following Romeo. Ethan had begun to rummage in his bag, if he was going down she supposed Romeo’s chances at least statistically improved.

"Come on," Ethan said, turning on his flashlight. "Don't be pathetic, Sol, we both know he's gonna let you be the one that gets hurt if shit goes south."

Sol’s eyes narrowed, considering reaching out and pushing Ethan into the ravine while he was crouching over - though only for a moment. She huffed with annoyance, though she wasn’t sure if it was directed towards Ethan or the reminder that she couldn’t attempt to murder him.

“Mm, well we both know I don’t need him to protect me - so how about you keep your little comments to yourself before I lose my impulse control.” Sol tilted her head, giving Ethan an empty smile. Rahmi had stepped forward in between them, calling to Charlie down below before heading down. There were few moments that Rahmi missed to make Sol feel uncomfortable. Sol rolled her eyes, glancing back to Adam who’s initial hesitations seemed to have subsided.

"Keep close, don't want to lose you in there." Adam said to her before jumping down, a slow smile spreading across her face. It was little things - no literally just the bare minimum was enough to make her melt. She looked over to the other’s with a smug grin, realizing who all was left. She sneered at Nancy’s proximity, eyes drifting to the towering figure beside her.

Though Cass had always been the most discrete of her flings, she was less concerned about Adam learning about them than she was Ten. She locked eyes with him briefly, that familiar heat fluttering in her chest. Suddenly aware of Ten standing nearby, Sol looked over to her, noticing she was distressed. It didn’t take much to deduce the why - though Ten didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about it and Adam was already gesturing for Sol to jump down.

She moved to jump, her body tensing. It wasn’t that she didn’t know Adam would catch her, she just forgot that it took trust to take the leap. Suddenly aware of all the people gathering behind her, she slid herself down as much as possible before jumping down. He caught her easily, she expected nothing less. She let out a heavy breath of relief, smiling a bit. Others could criticize her and Adam’s relationship as much as they wanted but at least she knew what to expect from him.

Sasha had followed behind them, Sol could feel their hair tickle her shoulder as they leaned forward and joked about being a mistress to one of the pharaoh statues. Sol giggled, looking over her shoulder back at him. “Babe, bar too low. You’re a queen.”

"Last chance. I'm not fond of dying and I rather not go in there but . . . your call." Adam waited for her response as he casually played with his lighter. Sol rolled her eyes, reaching up to push his hair back, her fingers lingering as they trailed down his neck.

“Don’t worry, papi - we’re too sexy to die.” Sol gave his face a gentle pat, though her palm still made a soft smacking noise against his cheek.

She looked around for Romeo, who seemed to still be in the front of the group. Ten had ambled towards the group, Sol recognizing the look of dismay on her expression. She reached out, wrapping an arm around Ten’s narrow shoulders walking together in step for a moment. It was apparent Ten didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room and Sol wasn’t about to try to open that wound.

“Picture this, we miss our flight home but that’s okay because we’ve met foreign business tycoons who want to fly us to Paris. We think they're gross but we go anyways because we know they’re all talk.” Sol started, hoping to distract Ten by encouraging her to continue the hypothetical.

The further they walked into the tomb, the more obstructed the path became making it difficult for light to travel through the passage. Naturally those who had been better prepared with lights had been the first to go in, though someone in the back seemed to have turned on the flashlight on her phone. Sol wanted to save her battery for photos so she quickened her pace in an attempt to catch up with the others.

As the passage widened into a chamber, the others filled in behind her. Up ahead Ren called a warning about the floor, flashing a torch on what appeared to be a sinkhole. She could distantly make out Eden and Professor Price voices, but she was hardly interested. I mean here they where in a presumably untouched tomb and they wanted to act like they were explorers of the unknown all of a sudden.

Rolling her eyes, Sol pulled out her phone, turning on the video with flash panning the room. She was in it now, might as well play into the trope of the dumb asses foolish enough to let themselves into a sealed tomb. Turning the camera back onto herself, she adjusted her hair before leaning back into Sasha and Ten making sure to get the mural in the background.

“Just look cute, TenTen can cut it all in post and we’ll make cute tiktok and probably go to Egyptian prison.” Sol posed into the camera as she spoke, handing her phone off to Sasha since he had longer arms to reach out and make sure they were all in the shot. As they moved the angles around, Cassidy’s face appeared behind them in the corner of the shot.

“Oop!” Sol said, immediately grabbing the phone from Sasha before Ten used the moment to lash out on Cassidy on film. Laughing, she grabbed ahold of Ten’s arm as if to tell her. ‘Girl, I know.’

Still filming, Sol stepped forward beside Adam turning the camera onto them. To her dismay, he had never been the sort to indulge her much in public displays of affection - though that didn’t stop her from trying. She grabbed ahold of his chin with her free hand, manicured nails scratching at his beard as one would a pet as she kissed a trail from the corner of his lips to his ear. Others had began to move out of the chamber ahead of them, Sol turning the camera back forward as she followed.

“The fuck was that?” Sol’s head snapped forward as she jumped. A muffled scream Sol recognized as Tarren’s from up ahead startled her. She turned the camera back on herself and others briefly to catch their reactions.

While every bit of her had the instinct to leave at that moment, she debated only for a few moments before curiosity drove her forward. Her gaze on the screen of her phone as they walked forward, she didn’t notice when it opened into the next chamber immediately running into a figure blocking the entrance. Small hands grabbed her arms, catching Sol before she could fall over. All she needed to see was that flash of red hair, immediately pushing Charlie off of her and stepping backwards into yet another figure.

“Jesus fucking christ-” Sol turned to see Fletcher standing behind her, staring at her like a doe in headlights.

“Can you two back the fuck up?” She looked between Charlie and Fletcher, her eyes narrowed into slits.

“I know you have the social skills of a ferret,” Sol looked Fletcher up and down, pointing with mild disgust. “but you should not be in this close proximity of someone who does not give a fuck about you.

“As for you -” Sol turned back to Charlie, suddenly remembering that she was recording. “I would rather be curb stomped than to ever be touched by you again. Oh - and please wipe your fucking hands they’re somehow cold and clammy despite us being in the middle of a literal desert and it’s disgusting.”





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As much as Rahmi felt uneasy about their scenario, she couldn’t help but to find it exhilarating. The mural had retained it’s integrity over centuries, it was hard not to marvel at their work. She reached out to touch the drawings, hesitating before making contact. It would be criminal if this masterpiece were to be damaged not after all these years because of her curiosity.

Afraid that flash would further damage the paint, she opted out of taking any photos instead doing her best to commit the colors and shapes to memory. She listened vaguely to Eden and Professor Price’s conversation, intrigued by the story. Admittedly Rahmi didn’t know much about Egyptian gods beyond names and domains. The stories were so convoluted it was hard to keep up sometimes.

She glanced back to see if Ten had caught up, catching a glimpse of her beside Sol. Rahmi shook her head. She never really understood how or why Ten remained friends with Soledad - though she didn’t hold it against Ten. She did however hold it against Adam a little bit. Rahmi rolled her eyes as she witnessed Sol unleash an assault of kisses onto Adam while pointing the camera at them.

“Ugh, so cringe.” Rahmi said to Charlie, laughing a little under her breath. Drifting as the other’s pushed in, she didn’t realize she lost Charlie until she heard a distant scream. Looking around, she could spot Nancy and Ten were still behind her. A flash of red movement caught her eye, Rahmi following behind Sol and the others as they headed in the same direction.

“Can you two back the fuck up?” Rahmi could recognize Sol’s acidic tone, pushing forward but it was already too late. Fletcher and Charlie both were already shrinking in their own shadow. She opened her mouth to speak, Soledad already turning on Fletcher before back to Charlie.

While she wanted to intervene, more than anything Rahmi wanted Charlie to put Sol in her place. She knew that probably wasn’t going to happen though so instead she elbowed Adam hard, gesturing for him to ’Control his bitch’

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Once Sasha stumbled into the tombs behind everyone that had got in so far, they realized quickly that not bringing a flashlight was a poor idea. But aside from the incessant phone calls from their mother and a few photos snapped with their friends at the pyramids, their phone battery seemed to be up to the task of being their flashlight. In the beginning, when the halls were narrowing and felt like they were caving in on Sasha, it was a pinpoint for regret to grow. But once they reached a big room, Sasha broke out from the little follow the leader they’d made and a sense of exploration overtook him. This may be the only they’d see Egyptian hieroglyphics so close, and though Sasha wasn’t really that interested in the history, seeing something that was meant to be secret fueled their adrenaline easily.

The walls were covered in images Sasha didn’t recognize. Really the only reason they came down here was getting a passing grade in a class they never paid attention to, not to check out carvings on a wall. It was still interesting, Sasha had to admit. As the professor was rattling off, they remembered one of the goddesses Nephthys. He wasn’t quite sure why she had been remembered, but his eyes locked on her image the moment he recognized her. The goddess of air, and the death experience. It distracted them enough to where they were just catching the end of Price’s rambling, and even he wasn’t familiar with the images they were witnessing.

As they were about to walk up and touch one of the unknown batches of hieroglyphs, Sol passed off her phone and had Sasha hold the phone out for them and Ten. Sasha hadn’t really met Ten before the trip, but they had a policy where if Sol was friends with someone, they would at least try to play nice. Sasha also had a funny habit of befriending those Sol wasn’t friends with: them and Tarren had bonded quickly while living together, and they occasionally chatted with Charlie about New York and other little things - though they tried to keep their friendship with Charlie to a minimum when they knew all of the drama between Sol and Charlie. Apparently there was drama between Ten and Cassidy as well, as Sol quickly snatched her phone back and turned to Ten and Adam. Sasha willfully ignored the public display of affection between Sol and Adam; they couldn’t tell if it was a power move or Sol genuinely wanted his affection at that time. From all the times they’ve broken up, with Sasha playing the cheer up squad, they really couldn’t tell what made Sol run back to him. He was one of the hottest on the trip, Sasha could give him that.

Sasha was torn from his thoughts by a scream from one of their classmates. It sounded familiar, someone he knew pretty well. Sasha wanted to go after Tarren to see what was going on, but they were stopped by Sol’s sudden freak out. They weren’t particularly close with Charlie, but Fletcher they considered more of a friend and they wanted to pull Sol out of the rampage she was about to go on against the two of them. It went against their better nature of fueling the fire, but they didn’t want to fuel anything in a tomb that could crush on them at any moment. They grabbed Sol’s hand, turning her attention to Sasha. ”Easy darling. I don’t want to die down here unless I get to shag a pharaoh first so why don’t we find a way out before that cooky fucking professor gets us trapped here,” Sasha tried to improve her mood the only way they really knew how, through stupid jokes. But the slight shaking in their hands proved that the adrenaline wouldn’t cover the fear that started to creep in.

Still, the fear couldn’t push back the worry that Ren was in trouble. Sasha really didn’t care about people&/ safety and well-being - unless it was in the small circle of people that they truly cared about. Sol and Ren had made their seats in that circle. While Sol was here and had Adam to protect her from trouble, Sasha didn’t know who Tarren was with and if she was safe; after a scream like that, it would be hard to believe. ”If Ren’s trying to scare us I’m going to kick their ass,” Sasha mumbled as they continued forward trying to find their roommate. The threat was empty, it was the only way Sasha knew how to convey their worries to others.

Sasha finally caught up to Tarren, who was with Eden. Thankfully, it looked like whatever caused her to scream wasn’t there anymore, and the two were bickering between each other about whatever it was. ”Screaming in an unknown tomb where we may be trapped forever and die is not really what I want to hear, Ren.” Sasha scolded playfully as they ran up to the two of them. Sasha had been too involved in Sol drama to see them wander off, but they assumed it was after Professor Price. Tarren seemed to have a good relationship with the professor, as did Eden. Unfortunately, the only thing Price probably ever thought about with Sasha is how to get them to pass so they wouldn’t have to take another class with them again. ”You know it might be better to stay in a big group. If some god comes to life to demand a sacrifice I’m not saving either one of you,” Sasha added with a scoff, though they really did not want to wander aimlessly around this tomb. It only made the fear climb higher, even if he was in safe company.

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The first chamber was surprisingly big. Looking at the walls closely he could see inscriptions everywhere. If this indeed wasn’t discovered, this was going to be a world of new information. It was pitch dark inside. Romeo figured the Sun must have set by now. Their torches weren’t exactly industrial strength, but it was helping that they all seemed to have some form of light. He could only coordinate with his own light and the lights he saw coming from the others.
He kept looking at the walls as though he was going to recognise anything. In the soft light he found he ran into Cassidy. ”Hey Cass, isn’t it weird that this place is so big? I mean, in the pyramids I could not walk fully upright, let alone you. But here
” He paused, pointing his phone upwards. ”Here we don’t even come quite close to the ceiling.”

Romeo put his hand on the wall. The writing was so weak, he could barely feel the grooves of the hieroglyphs.
He had overheard Cassidy trying to talk to Annette. ”You know, you shouldn’t bother trying to talk to Annette. God knows she won’t see any other reason than her own.” Regardless of the situation, communication with the grudge should be limited for everyone. He continued. ” I mean, it’s not like you were the one cheating, so the only thing people can blame you for is being stupid enough to not recognise you’re being two-timed.”
There were people to spend your time on, and then there were others. For Romeo, Annette lead the second group.

He saw a bunch of lights pointing at a wall on the other side of the chamber. Not one to miss out, he made his way over to hear the last part of the explanation. He heard the giggling of his professor and shook his head. ”He can’t be the most qualified to lead us down here
can he?” he asked in a soft whisper to no one in particular. Before he could question the professor if the discovery itself was not enough for now, the man had already moved on to the next chamber. ”This is not the amazing race, you know?” he shouted after him.

He turned around to look for Sol. He saw her quickly enough, naturally looking more at selfie opportunities than around the none-discovered ancient building they just walked into. As he walked over to her, she grabbed Adam’s chin and started planting kisses on his face. Romeo sidled up to them. ”Oh please dear, we’ve been here for like 10 minutes. The time to eat each other for sustenance will come later.”

Romeo made some pictures of the ‘battle image’ when he heard one of the girls shouting in the next room. Not terribly eager to put himself in harms way, he made a slow walk to the next chamber. He walked behind a curly head of hair, which even in the dark he recognised as Rahmi. Sol was not far in front of them, and by the sound of it, she wasn’t particularly trying to make new friends.
While Sasha was out rescuing Sol from her ordeal, Romeo turned to Fletcher. He looked at him with compassionate eyes, trying to give him some well meant advise. ”Come on, we’re in a dark scary tomb. There really is no need to push, give the lady some space, will you?”

Without waiting he walked on to the front group, passing people left and right when they didn’t appear to be moving much. ”Look Professor, it’s been nice and all, but should we not head back? People are getting agitated back there.” He finally caught up with Eden, Ren and Nova.
When Nova mentioned it, he noticed the professor and Kayden were not even in sight. ”Weren’t they ahead of us?” Romeo walked closer to the wall and leaned against it. ”So
what now, we wait for them here?”

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Sol rolled her eyes before reaching out to push back Adam's hair, her fingers lingering as they trailed down his neck. She then said, "Don’t worry, papi. We’re too sexy to die." She then gave his face a 'gentle' smack, the noise resounding later due to the acoustics of their surroundings.

Adam shook his head and sighed as they travelled further into the tomb. A number of students had already begun preparing sources of light, using torches and their phones. Adam didn't see the need to prepare one for himself yet, as they were traveling as a group, but he was prepared to make a makeshift torch with some lighter fluid in his bag if necessary.

He had also prepared other items in his backpack, on the off chance anything peculiar occurred during their misadventures in Egypt. Basic necessities, such as food and water, and some basic survival items, such as his lighter and a pocket knife. As his mother said, always have protection.

After following the group for a while, they reached a spacious chamber with carvings and an assortment of art covering the walls. Adam was observing the carvings and text on the walls, trying to make sense of whatever was recorded there.

While preoccupied by his observations a hand suddenly pushed back. The sudden movement surprised Adam and he instinctively tried to balance himself, the hand helped steady him as well. He was about to question the person but when he looked down he noticed that he was just about to fall into a sinkhole. When he looked up he saw his savior was Ren, who then said, "Best to watch where your feet go, mate."

Adam then pushed his hair back and scratched the back of his neck before saying, "Thanks, mate. I'll do that." He was slightly embarrassed that he had just nearly fallen to his death because of a moment of carelessness but he was very thankful towards Ren for their assistance. They weren't the closest of friends, to even call them friends would be a stretch, but they would frequently workout and hangout so there was a slight bond between them.

His eyes followed after Ren, watching them talk to Price and listening to their conversation. When they begun to talk about a supposed war between the gods Adam became interested. He didn't remember such a war occurring in Egyptian mythos he recalled. If this was true and they were the first to discover this lost piece of history their group would indeed be remembered.

When Price began to rattle off and name each and every god he saw on the mural Adam slowly began to lose interest. He looked around and saw Sol taking selfies and vlogging their experience inside the tomb. She seemed to be content to be doing that with her friends, Ten and Sasha, so Adam chose to continue looking at the various things recorded on the wall.

One image that caught his eye was a picture of the moon god, Khonsu. He wasn't as well known as his counterpart, Ra the sun god, which made sense since the sun is very vital to most if not all cultures. Adam understood this but he didn't feel much affinity towards the sun or its aspects. It was too garish, bold, and obnoxious. Adam much preferred its counterpart the moon. While viewed as merely a reflection of the sun and its glory he believed the moon to be as important and unique. It was the greatest light in the darkness of night.

While distracted in thought Adam was approached by Sol, her camera still filming. She grabbed ahold of his chin with her free hand, manicured nails scratching at his beard as one would a pet as she kissed a trail from the corner of his lips to his ear. Adam wasn't the biggest fan of public displays of affection but he would indulge Sol every now and then, he had to try and keep her happy. Adam held the small of Sol's back and kissed her softly on her lips after she finished, saying, "Later." There were a few eyes on them and a few comments but Adam tried to not pay attention to any of them.

Their small moment of bliss was interrupted by screams further in the tomb. Adam recognized the screams to be from Ren and after them saving him earlier, Adam rushed forward to see what happened. He rushed past Charlie and Fletcher in the narrow passage barely before arriving to where Ren and Eden were. "It was the biggest fucking, mother fucking fucker fuck that I have ever seen in my life." Confused but glad that nothing bad seemed to have happened, Adam looked around and saw the culprit for Ren's screams, a large scorpion.

Taken aback, Adam was about to question Ren being afraid of a scorpion when she comes from a continent with much worst wildlife, until he heard Sol's voice behind him and she didn't sound pleased. Leaving Ren and Eden to continue their conversation among themselves, Adam turned back towards the narrow passage he was just in.

When he arrived he was just behind Charlie and Fletcher, hearing Sol berate them. Adam walked in front of them, motioning for Sol to calm down but she ignored him, even when he was next to her and Rahmi. Turning towards Fletcher she said, "I know you have the social skills of a ferret but you should not be in this close proximity of someone who does not give a fuck about you." Adam wasn't really close to Fletcher and he agreed with Sol's sentiment but he thought it was slightly excessive to talk to him like that. Poor guy didn't do anything.

With her camera still in her hand, Sol turned towards Charlie and said, "As for you . . . I would rather be curb stomped than to ever be touched by you again. Oh and please wipe your fucking hands they’re somehow cold and clammy despite us being in the middle of a literal desert and it’s disgusting." Charlie and Adam have history, history Sol would rather erase than acknowledge. Her attitude towards Charlie annoyed Adam but he tried to keep it as civil between them as possible, failing most of the time. He understood he had hurt Sol but he didn't think Charlie was to blame, it wasn't her fault their relationship was as fucked up as it was.

He sighed and rubbed his right temple with his hand, trying to suppress his frustration as much as possible. A slight pain on his side drew his attention towards Rahmi, who was gesturing towards him to 'control' Sol. Adam sighed again, knowing he should do something but not wanting to make a scene. However after consideration he thought he should at least voice his disapproval of Sol's actions. When Sasha said, "Easy darling. I don’t want to die down here unless I get to shag a pharaoh first so why don’t we find a way out before that cooky fucking professor gets us trapped here," Adam was thankful that someone else was trying to help.

He gave Rahmi a slight nod before walking right next to Sol, placing his right arm on her right shoulder pulling her closer to him in an embrace. He then slightly bent his head towards her ear while caressing her shoulder and said, "I understand you're upset but I do not think right now, in this fucking tomb, is the right time to start or address previous shit." Before she could respond Adam placed a finger in front of Sol's lips, gesturing for her to remain silent. "You've said more than enough already and you are beginning to try my patience."

Adam then released his grip on Sol and walked a few steps in front of her before turning back towards her. "We will talk later," he said with his face and eyes conveying frustration and tiredness. He then turned towards Charlie and Fletcher, ignoring any further comments from Sol and others.

Walking towards Charlie and Fletcher, Adam smiled and tried to seem as apologetic as he could. Giving the two a slight bow he then said to Fletcher, "Apologies for Sol, she may not seem it most of the times but she is a much better person than she outwardly conveys."

He then walked closer to Charlie, leaning forward he whispered to her, "I'm sorry for everything that has happened between you and Sol. You're not responsible for any of this. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have involved you in this but . . . I can't say I regret it. I don't." There was a slight longing in his eyes when he said that but he tried to hide it. "When we get out of here why don't we both have a long talk about this . . . I wanted to since we got paired but you seemed hesitant. If you don't want to that's fine too." Adam stood their patiently, awaiting Charlie's response.


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Lenny didn’t fear the dark, nor the bugs, not even the threat of certain death really got to her. There was something undeniably fun about this strange little detour. A flickering pulse of excitement running through her veins. Yet her hands shook. She tried to wipe away the sweat that had gathered across her forehead but the wetness came back anew. They were walking pretty far in, and she couldn’t stop herself from internally panicking at the tighter sections, where they could no longer walk shoulder to shoulder. What was this? Lenny didn’t scare easy - as far as she thought anyway. But had she truly ever faced anything like this before? No, this was a wild unknown.

When they reached the open chamber she let out a gasping breath, feeling the constriction of her chest loosening. She could focus now, without the strange feelings that invaded her. She found herself wishing she hadn’t tagged along. The bravado she always confidently wore was wearing thin. They were lost in some ancient tomb; possibly undiscovered, so the chances of anyone looking for them were slim to none.

She distracted herself by nearing the mural, hovering her hand carefully over the lines. She dared not touch it, in fear of harming this ancient piece of art. But she could definitely see why this would be so exciting for the professor. This was history right here, and they were seeing it for the very first time.

She’d never had much interest in myth. She preferred the type of history that was easily explainable - gods weren’t exactly in that wheelhouse for her. She’d barely been paying any attention to the others when she heard the scream. Her blood ran cold, skin crawling as she swung around. Turning away from the mural and back towards the group. She felt frozen to the spot - but her feet seemed to have other ideas as she quickly followed behind the others. She caught sight of Rahmi, pushing to stand just behind her.

She caught the tail end of Sol’s bitchfest and rolled her eyes - of all the times to do this? Really?

“This feels like the start of a horror movie.”

Rahmi suppressed a laugh, her lips turning upwards into a wicked grin. Lowering her voice to make sure Sol couldn’t hear, she turned towards Lenny as she spoke. “Honestly love that for us, if nothing else but because who else among us would be the first to go beside the one that just threw a fit?”

“God, right? I can’t imagine any monsters passing Sol up after that.” She laughed, the slight tinge of fear receding at last. She glanced at Fletcher as he approached, watching him lean against Rahmi. Lenny offered him a small smile, though she was unsure if he saw or not. “Don’t let her get to you okay, she’s not worth it.” She spoke up. Rahmi pat his head reassuringly, nodding her head to emphasize Lenny’s words of encouragement.

“Anyways,” She glanced towards the others, dropping the whisper and adopting a normal volume.

“We’re probably just freaking out for nothing, I bet Kayden and the Professor just went ahead of us a bit, he was awfully excited about exploring. Shouldn't we start looking for them?” Before they get even further


“Honestly?” Rahmi looked around warily, “I don’t really think poking around for them will do any good. Maybe we should just head back and hope they do the same?” Lenny considered this for a moment. They could definitely do that, rather than risking their lives going further in.

“Yeah,” Lenny rubbed the back of her neck, “Maybe we should try and call for help?” If they called for help would anyone even be able to do so? Even explaining where they were and how they got there seemed like an impossible task. Plus, if her cell service was shitty out here she doubted she was the only one.

Rahmi pulled out her phone. Her battery was low, she’d brought an additional battery but she wasn’t getting any service. Looking back to the others who seemed to all be gathering in the next chamber, she looked over to Lenny with a grimace. As the two who had been in their dorm the longest out of most of the others, they’d often default into the role of problem solvers - but there didn’t seem to be many smart ways out beyond don’t go in the sealed tomb in the first place.

“I dunno, let’s see what these idiots are saying before we lose any more of them though.” Rahmi wrapped an arm around Fletch’s shoulders, giving him a squeeze to keep him close. “What if we make them all hold hands, maybe then we can all learn to play nice - huh?”

“Oof, good luck, we’d probably have an easier time using handcuffs.” Lenny found that visual particularly hilarious, grinning suddenly. Rahmi was right though, they needed to catch up with the group before they all wound up MIA or worse. She motioned ahead of herself, as if to say lets get this show on the road. And hope to whatever god is out there we don't all wind up dead.

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Nancy did not feel rage often. Even when anger struck her, she had mastered the art of silence; she suffocated the flame in her own complacency. Her inability to act prompted even more resentment towards herself, but it was in good company, and every time such an event occurred, she merely tucked away among all the other objects of self-criticism that stood stacked in her mind. Another source of frustration for her to chide herself for later.

Such was the occasion now, as Sol bludgeoned Fletcher with unwarranted cruelty. Nancy had built up quite a resistance to the woman's verbal brutalities, but she could not say the same for her friend. More so, Fletcher had never done anything to hurt Sol, and, as Nancy had peered through the dark, even the collision was Sol's own fault.

“I know you have the social skills of a ferret, but you should not be in this close proximity of someone who does not give a fuck about you.”

She wanted to bite back, to return the gesture, but instead, as always, she retreated into herself. Her lips parted as if to speak, but any words she had to share died before leaving her tongue. A coward, until the end.

She felt Romeo brush past her in the dark, and for a moment, she hoped that he might have the courage that she did not. Of course, he was a friend of Sol's, but he was no stranger to kindness, nor to boldness. Nancy watched as he approached Fletcher, and, with his words, her hope sank, stonelike, in her chest.

"Come on, we’re in a dark scary tomb. There really is no need to push, give the lady some space, will you?”

She was shocked by the rage that bubbled again in her chest. It seared her, acidic and internal, like indigestion. It felt hypocritical, but for whatever reason, Romeo's words were especially frustrating. That shift of blame, that complicity to cruelty... it felt familiar, and reminded her of home in a way she did not ever want Romeo to do so.

And then there was Adam. She is a much better person than she outwardly conveys. Nancy had never understood that logic, and yet it was employed so often that sometimes she wondered if she was just as ignorant as her family insisted. What did it matter, how much 'better' Sol was deep down, if what was on the surface was so dedicated to hurting?

She breathed, tempering the burning. She had been too slow once more, and there was no point, and no chance, of her saying anything now. This memory would fit in nicely among her aforementioned collections of regret.

Navigating her way through the dark, she inserted herself between Fletcher and Charlie, reaching over to squeeze their hands reassuringly. "Are you guys okay?"

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Host of Anubis | Song | outfit | #575772
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Oh and she hits like ecstasy
Comes up and bangs the sense out of me
It's wrong but surely worse to leave
She hits like ecstasy
So free up the cheaper seats
Here comes a Greek tragedy
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By the time that most of the others entered the chamber that Tarren and Eden were in, they had been mostly calmed down. It was only when Nova asked where the professor and Kayden were, that they turned to look at the others. Tarren honestly didn't have an answer to that question. Ren had been so close behind them and had even seen them seconds prior before being scared by that damn scorpion. But right before that happened, they remembered seeing both Kayden and Trevor looking at a wall further down the chamber. Which, had caught their attention as odd.

The moment that Tarren heard Sol start going off on the others, they were going to shut her down, this really wasn't the time for one of her damned outbursts. But Eden grabbed Ren by the arm, stopping them as Ren was given a knowing look by their friend. Looking off to see Adam trying to deesculate the situation. Which, was honestly impressive enough for the guy, all things considered. Instead, Tarren reached down and grabbed the flashlight from the ground that they had dropped, and walked over towards the wall that Trevor and Kayden had been looking at.

Some old text was engraved into the stone, right above it was a large portrait of Anubis, God of Death and Embalming. From what Tarren remembered, he was also the son of Set and Nephthys, and brother of Osiris. At least, in some versions of the mythos anyway. Ren at least knew that for every Egyptian mythos, there were at least five other versions that were different. Their eyes trailed over the wall and text, trying to get some idea of what it all meant, when another figure was engraved into the wall. "Any idea what this one is, History Boy?" they teased, looking to their side to see Eden.

There was a brief pause before he replied. Apparently it was Serqet, Goddess of Scorpions. Tarren chuckled a bit before looking up at Eden, "Sounds like your kinda lady." Ren jabbed Eden in the shoulder, before they continued walking again, their fingers gliding over the wall as their eyes examined further. But the further they looked, and more of the ancient texts, the more it left Ren confused. Not because they couldn't comprehend what was being told, but because there was no possible or physical way for Kayden and Trevor to have left. This chamber was a bit smaller than the previous two they had been through. It was wider sure, but it came to an end at a large wall. There wasn't any hidden doors or drop offs. There wasn't any crevice or anything for them to have passed through when the group got distracted. So...Where the hell did they go?

It was only then that Tarren noticed it, a low, soft-pitched ringing sound. It started innocently enough in their right ear, before it slowly started in their left ear as well. Ren initially thought that it was due to them simply being tired and having been out all day long but, this wasn't the normal ringing people could hear. It just...Didn't feel natural. Ren pinched the bridge of their nose, hoping to ease the tension and pressure building in their head, and even attempted to turn around to ask the others if anyone else was feeling off, but they were all doing the same thing. Looking slightly disointated and confused, pinching the bridge of their nose or rubbing their temples. Anything to help relieve the pressure. And that was when it finally happened. Tarren felt fine one moment, and then the next they were light-headed, and unconciousness swept over them as everything went dark and then silent.

Tarren didn't know how long it had been, but they finally found themself stirring from their sleep, or whatever it was that overtook them. Their head was just as fuzzy as it was when they had fainted, or, whatever it was that happened. But the more they looked around as they sat up, their head began to clear once more. The ringing finally coming to an end about a minute after Ren had woken up. After blinking a few times, they realized that they could see without the need of a torch. Looking about whatever kind of room they were in, there was a small crevice in the corner of the wall, allowing light to filter in. At first, that brought some relief to Tarren, but after they thought about it, panic and anxiety began to fill them. Why was there sunlight already coming through? Had they passed out and spent the entire night in the tomb? But surely someone would have come to wake them up and check on them, right?

And that's when it hit them. Ren slowly looked around the room they were in. This was an entirely different chamber than the one they were in the last time. This one was much smaller, but it still retained the same style of engravings and imagery across the walls. Tarren looked around and found their backpack only a few feet away, and immediately scrambled over to get it, looking through it to make sure everything was still there. Thank god, everything was still there. Even their torch. Which, was odd to say the very least. Another thing finally came to mind, were they alone? Tarren looked around more, finally taking in their surroundings fully. The chamber was entirely empty, aside from the four walls and roughly twenty feet in total in this chamber. And...another form was lying on the ground.

It took Tarren a few moments to realize who it was. Soledad De Leon. Of course it would be her. Out of all people, it was her. Why wouldn't fate or whatever it was, be so cruel. A look of worry flashed across Tarren's face for a moment as Sol was still unmoving. But sighed, as they could hear breathing that wasn't their own, and made their way over to the woman, who seemed to be finally coming to as she stirred awake. Tarren stayed back a few feet from her, crouching down in a none threatening manner, both hands raised up slightly infront of them, "Okay look, before you accuse me of anything, I didn't do any of this. I just woke up less than two minutes ago and...I have no idea what happened." Tarren started, looking around the room a bit before looking back at Sol, "I don't know what's going on but...Looks like we're both stuck together....And I'm not any happier about it than you are...But I suppose things could always be worse." Tarren said as they got to their feet.

Finally retrieving the torch from their backpack, and flicked the light on to help get a better view of their surroundings. After a few minutes of silently examining the chamber they were in, their suspicions had been confirmed. There was no entry or exit way from where they currently were and there seemed of being no sign of anyone else around, or even a trace of anyone else having been there. Tarren finally looked back at Sol, eyeing her over once to make sure she was truly okay, at least physically. "...You doing okay?" their tone was sincere with the way they asked, even to the point of where genuine concern could be seen on their face and in their eyes. No matter how seemingly cold and outwardly unfriendly Tarren was to most people, they were above all, someone who wanted to make sure others were okay. Even if things weren't always perfect between them, and if they always bickered and argued, Tarren wasn't above showing some concern for her. Especially in a situation like this.





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Nancy's words cut deep, so much so that Yousof had to stop himself from clutching his chest in pain. It hurt only marginally less than if she'd called him Jake Johnson.

“Aye! I’ll have you know Jonathan saved them in the end!” he shouted after, though she’d long passed him.

He puffed his cheeks for a second before letting out a breath and walking ahead. Most of the group followed after their professor with Tarren and Eden leading the charge. Cassidy and Romeo followed after, soon caught up by Ethan, Ten, Nova, and the 'it' couple of Lindenwood University. The others trailed behind, seemingly apprehensive of what lay ahead of them.

He didn't blame them either. Not everyone had the adventurer's spirit stupidity.

Yousof ran his fingers over the images carved into the walls, stopping short of a long-haired woman with bare feet, long arms, and well, a frog’s head. Heqet, goddess of fertility. Along with Sobek, she represented fertility but unlike Sobek, she was a frog which was an infinitely funnier and more memorable animal. Not that Lenny would agree considering she had equal love for all creatures unconventionally cute.

It seemed that they had a deity for everything in ancient Egypt. Time had eroded the hieroglyphs so other than the vague etchings of another, nobody would know what they meant. Still, he snapped a picture of the carvings before reverting back to flashlight mode. The path had neither lighting nor railing. There were no directional signs nor benches for weary tourists. Instead it narrowed with every turn. The air reeked of must and decay, affirming the lack of human interference and thus, possibility that something unknown resided in the tomb.

Maybe they would uncover lost treasure or a pharaoh's remains. Were ancient gods on the table? The each of them could be something found on the walls or a deity of their own choosing. Hm, the only hitch might be that somebody already did that with the Greek gods. In his younger years he'd taken to assigning different roles to his friends whether they were Harry Potter houses, game characters, or superheroes. Fitting everyone into neat, little categories comforted him as a teenager and amused him in college.

Fletch could be Bastet, Lenny could be Sobek (obviously), Rahmi could be Isis, and I could be-

"Oh shit." Yousof managed to stop himself before becoming the second domino to Sol's wrath, but not before scraping against the wall beside him.

Her words were brief, but venomous enough to leave him astonished. There was a novel cruelty in her verbal lashings, a creativity not seen outside of online circles. The empathetic side of him wanted to comfort Fletcher (as good friends do), but the sudden ringing in his ear forced him stop and clutch the side of his head. Above him, Horus's eyes seemed to follow his movements, a ghost of a bird filling his mind before he blacked out.

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The moment he regained consciousness, he glanced around, one-quarter aching but three-quarters panicked.

Oh god, oh fuck. Oh god, oh fuck.

What if this was it? Was this how things would end? Lost and broken? Furiously grasping at the ground, he crawled around the stone floor for what felt like hours (thirty seconds) before finally breathing a sigh of relief as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Good his phone was still in working order.

Bringing up the light on his phone, Yousof began surveying the chamber. They were definitely still in a tomb, but where in the tomb was the question. Much like the path over here, the room lacked any lights, directional signs, or tour guides. Instead he saw dried vines, sandy floors, stone walls.

"Oh, hey Ethan," he let out a weak wave as he saw the other man slowly waking up. "Good to see you alive."

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It’s not like Sol expected anyone to come to her defense, she neither needed nor warranted their help. She was used to other’s apologizing for her or trying to defuse her like she was some ticking time bomb. Romeo usually could handle her expertly but it seemed like he was letting others take the lead so he could LARP as some adventurer. Sasha just attempted to placate her, only annoying Sol further. She opened her mouth to speak when Adam pulled her in, Sol immediately melting against him.

"I understand you're upset but I do not think right now, in this fucking tomb, is the right time to start or address previous shit." Her lower lip jut out in a pout, mostly annoyed that he had a point. Before she could think of a response he pressed a finger against her lips. "You've said more than enough already and you are beginning to try my patience."

A complicated knot began to develop in her chest. How could disappointment be so cutting? The worst part was it only made her want him more. He released her, frustration evident on his expression as he added over his shoulder a gruff, "We will talk later.”

Sol looked over to Ten with a pained expression, “Do you think I have to psychoanalyze why that just turned me on? Or can we both just agree that it was hot?”

As much as she hated to admit it, Soledad responded better to a firm hand. Too often people would try to pacify her, or manipulate her. Sometimes she played along, she liked people thinking she was dumber than she really was - made it easier to catch them when she needed to. With Adam however, things were always so straightforward. In his own way he did make her a better person, though it was usually one step forward two steps back. Any calm Adam might have managed to sow was engulfed in a fiery rage as he closed the distance between him and Charlie.

Sol felt her stomach lurch as he leaned in towards her. A shadow passed over her face. What always hurt the most wasn’t Adam’s complete ability to do the thing that would make her the most insecure she could possibly be . No, what hurt the most was the reminder that no matter what Adam never thought about Sol before he would do the very thing that would hurt her. Her emotions were always an afterthought.

She bit her lip in thought, looking around at the others hoping no one had noticed the shift in her demeanor. Ethan quirked an eyebrow her way as he walked past. It was the only glance of concern cast her way and all she could do was roll her eyes, uncomfortable with admitting anything but infallible confidence.

“I’m so over this,” She mumbled to herself, turning back towards the mural room.

If she wanted to be everyone’s villain, she’d have just gone home. Romeo was more interested in being on some National Geographic shit, and Sasha ran off the moment they heard Ren’s little squeal. Besides if she left without warning maybe she could worry them a little bit into thinking she’d gotten lost or died - that would hopefully teach them to leave her by herself.

Turning back to push past the others, she couldn’t see much - but Cassidy was hard to miss. She paused as she moved past him, suggestively brushing against him just enough that it’d appear to be an accident to someone else. Apparently Adam wasn’t ever going to sever his old ties. They were on a break then, they were on a break now. There was nothing stopping him, so why should anything stop her?

“My bad,” She said as she bumped her hip against Cassidy, her smirk making it apparent it was not an accident. Adjusting herself so that Cass’s large frame blocked her from the others, she twirled a strand of her hair flirtatiously.

“Sorry we haven’t talked,” Sol bit her bottom lip. “Things are . . . complicated.”

Cassidy already knew the details, it was the same circumstances they’d been repeating since her freshman year - though Ten did exacerbate the tension. She wasn’t sure why they never moved past late night link ups. He should have been the perfect guy but he was always someone she came back to between who she thought was the real deal - Adam. Cassidy was smart, sexy and emotionally available. If she was being honest that was probably exactly what kept her away. He was safe, and Soledad rarely played it safe.

“Do you want to maybe sneak out together tomorrow? Make a day of it?” She said with a wink, discretely tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

‘Snap me’ She mouthed silently before turning back towards the mural room. Now that the room was empty, it seemed much larger. Using the flash of her phone, she carefully walked back through the room. A rock skittered in the corner, Sol turning to look but instead her light falling on the design of a hideous creature. She tilted her head to the side, stepping in a bit closer. It was obvious it had been designed to be something that stoke fear when you looked at it, but she somehow found it comforting.

When she stepped forward, a ringing began in her ear. At first she ignored it, but the ringing only got louder until she keeled over everything going black.

It was unclear how much time had passed when she began to stir again, her eyes adjusting. Bleary eyed, she pushed herself upright blinking rapidly trying to take in her surroundings all at once. Crouching just a few feet away Tarren was approaching her. Her lips were moving but Sol was still out of it, their words just background noise.

“What are you doing?” Sol mumbled, more out of confusion as to why Tarren was crouching than anything else. One hand went to her head as she tried to shake herself awake. Ren had pulled out her torch bathing them in the fire light.

"...You doing okay?" Tarren asked her, Sol nodded as she pushed herself upright and finally taking a look at their surroundings. There didn’t seem to be anyone else, none of this looked familiar. She closed her eyes massaging her temples, trying to recall her last lucid moments.

All she could remember was the illustration of that strange being, walking towards it then - nothing. She looked around again, there was no sign of the mural anywhere though there were new markings on the wall. Tarren had been way ahead at the front of the group - how was it that they were the ones stuck here together?

“Hello?” Sol called out to anyone else that might be nearby, listening for a moment before looking back at Tarren with concern. “What do you remember last?”


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Eden had been standing beside Tarren, observing the carving in the wall when he was asked what it was. With a grin he turned to his friend, “Well
.That’d be Serqet. Egyptian Goddess of Scorpions.” Eden managed to notice the look on Tarren’s face as they looked around, clearly wondering where Kayden and Trevor must have gone off too. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, they have to be around here somewhere-” Eden managed to catch himself, as a sudden pain slowly began to shoot through his skull. Applying pressure to the arch of his nose as he attempted to get rid of the sudden building pressure. His hand rested against the wall as his vision began to blur.

He wasn’t exactly sure how long he had been out for, but Eden finally began to wake up, blinking slowly as he laid wherever he was. With a soft groan, he managed to will himself to turn onto his side, rubbing the arch of his nose once more, noticing how the pain was nearly all gone. Eden blinked a few more times, noticing how some light was filtering in from a small crack in the wall, but it was far too out of reach for him. Wait, sunlight? How long was he
.Where even was he?

Eden quickly got to his feet, dusting himself off as he looked around, in hopes of finding anything around him in the room. Thankfully, there was someone else in the chamber with him. It took him a moment to realize who it was, and gave them a gentle smile as they finally began to wake up. “Morning, sunshine.” Eden teased softly, his eyes landing on Sasha with a somewhat worried expression, “You okay?”

Waking up next to Eden Montgomery was something that would only happen in Sasha’s dreams. They couldn’t remember how they’d gotten to be alone with the other student; they’d been in the midst of the group separating into different areas and Sasha was more or less on their own until a loud ringing filled their ears and a pressure built in their head until they could no longer cling to consciousness. Eden’s words were slightly muffled as Sasha slowly pulled themselves from the floor and brushed off their clothes. His white tank top was now dirty, along with the rest of his clothes, but at least he wasn’t alone. After stretching their arms high above their head to rid of any stiffness, Sasha shrugged. “Well, I’m stuck in a tomb with no exit in sight after losing consciousness, but yeah, sure, I’m okay,” Sasha answered with a snort, looking around the area they were in.

As he looked up, he noticed the daylight creeping in from a tiny hole in the ceiling. Daylight? The sun was setting when they entered the tomb. So they were separated and it was hours later than when they originally entered. Sasha had to wonder if the others were still in the tomb as well. Maybe they were playing a prank on Sasha and Eden for some unknown reason. Sasha didn’t really know Eden that well, aside from his friendship with Tarren. But he seemed just as perplexed about their situation. “So
 should we look for an exit then? Or at least find the others?” Sasha asked, considering the room they were in currently was bare and offered nothing but more sand to stare at.

Eden couldn’t help but snort at Sasha’s reply. They were just as sarcastic as he’d expected from someone who was so close to Tarren. Someone had to be anyway. Eden simply offered a shrug once Sasha asked what to do. Eden looked through his pockets for his phone as he thought for a moment.

“Well, first we should at least try to look for a way out
If there is any..” his voice went soft, looking down at the ground for a moment before flipping his phone’s flashlight on, seeing as he still had 76% left, he’d be fine for a little while. His eyes scanned over the markings on the wall, his fingertips gently trailing over them as he walked. Trying to see if he recognized anything. “...What do you last remember? Before...Before passing out?” he asked calmly

Sasha sighed, closing their eyes to think back. It only made him snort again, since the last memories were of all the drama stirred around Sol before they all went off in their separate ways. Once they had split off, that’s where it went fuzzy. “I don’t remember. Just
 all of us split off and then I ended up with you,” Sasha admitted as they looked over to Eden. He was carefully tracing on the wall markings, trying to find a way out. Sasha studied the light coming from the ceiling. It was far enough away that neither of them would be able to climb to it and try to break it free.

They groaned, jogging down one end of the room only to find a dead end. “This is probably Price’s wet dream, an Egyptian tomb engulfing him so he can read hieroglyphics for the rest of his life,” Sasha grumbled, folding their arms over their chest and looking at the markings Eden was looking at. “You think anyone’s ever found this place before us?” Sasha asks, reaching out to trace his finger along the markings.

Eden slowly nodded as Sasha recounted what they remembered, which was about the same as he remembered. “Yeah...I remember a pain in my head, and then...Just blacked out. Next thing I knew well, woke up here...And here you were.” he chuckled softly.

Looking back over as Sasha asked what he thought of everything. There was a brief pause before he shrugged again. “Fuck if I know, man. I know some things from Egyptian history and culture but, not as much as some...Like Trevor.” he chuckled again, “That man’s gotta be losing his mind over this shit. I never exactly understood such a high interest in this shit.” Eden shrugged, looking back at the wall.

“And beats me. A huge temple in the middle of the desert like this? Someone has had to have found this place before...If not, I’ll...I don’t know, eat my own foot?” Eden rolled his shoulders. Looking back at Sasha, eyeing them for a moment, “You sure you’re good?” his eyebrows furrowed as he questioned Sasha. While he didn’t exactly know the kid all that well as Tarren did, he still cared enough. Seeing how much they meant to Tarren, only made Eden feel more responsible than he already did. “-But, we’ll find a way out of here. Or Ren will kill me.”

Sasha chuckled with Eden as he mentioned how excited the professor probably was at this moment. Eden wasn’t as eccentric as their history professor, but he was still a bit odd. That seemed to be just the type of people Sasha gravitated to. They also gravitated to people that could read them well. He must have noticed Sasha’s quick frustration with the markings and felt the need to ask. “How can I be okay? I told that nut job that the locals warned us about staying out where we don’t belong. And look what’s happened now,” Sasha answered in a more irritated tone. They could only imagine what that freak professor was doing now. Hell, he could be the one orchestrating the kids getting split up to cover more areas of the tomb.

But there was no reason to be this upset, and Sasha took a deep breath, relaxing their shoulders. There was the true reason he was easily put on edge, the red hair and green eyes he was trying to escape from on this trip, but he didn’t want to think about her when he needed to get out of here alive. “Ren would bring me back to life just to kill me again,” Sasha replies with a smirk, turning and leaning against the markings. “Well if I die here, at least I'll have a handsome man to keep me company. Thanks Eden,” Sasha adds a tease, slowly sliding down the wall. He leaned his head back against the wall, letting out another sigh of frustration.

Eden chuckled and nodded, “Ren would probably take your body and beat me with it, just to bring us both back, and do it again
” he joked softly in return, before letting out his own sigh as he knew it wasn’t the best and needed to start thinking more clearly. Clearing his throat in an attempt at clearing up some of the awkwardness he could feel.

Slowly, he sat down next to Sasha, his back also pressed against the wall as he looked around as he remained sitting. “We’ll get out of, somehow. We both have people waiting for us on the other side of...well, wherever we are. And I’d be damned if I let us die here.” he gave Sasha a gentle smile, gently patting them on the shoulder. “You will get out of here, I promise you that.”

Eden was a good guy, Sasha could tell that just from their brief meetings. But they were running out of options. It felt like there was something living within these walls that wanted to separate them and toy with them. That’s why they weren’t able to leave this room until it wanted Eden and Sasha to be separated too. Still, Sasha looked over to the side of the tomb neither of them had investigated, and it looked like there was a hallway that led off into other parts of the tomb. “Hey, was that hallway always there?” Sasha asked. They swore that the room didn’t have any openings, but there was definitely something here. He didn’t know how far down it went, but it was better to follow the pathway instead of staying inside of a room they didn’t know how to get out of.

Eden’s eyes managed to follow Sasha’s to the other side of the room, and his eyebrows furrowed together tightly in confusion. Before Sasha even asked, Eden was on his feet, eyes locked on the passageway that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Looking back at Sasha, Eden swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, “...And you’re sure you want to attempt that?” he questioned, hand gestured towards the passageway that appeared from seemingly nowhere.

“Weren’t you the one just saying we were getting out of here?” Sasha asked teasingly, walking up to the opening of the hallway and looking down as far as they could. There weren’t any obvious dead ends, from what Sasha could see, but it got darker the farther back it went and they would need the flashlight to see further. It was odd that this room in particular had a crackle of light from the ceiling, but the hallway had nothing to illuminate it naturally.

Sasha looked over his shoulder at Eden, a boyish grin spreading on his face. “I’ll hold your hand if you’re scared,” Sasha added another taunt, even holding out their hand as a joke. A randomly appearing hallway was not the weirdest thing that had happened to them, so it was worth a simple exploration even if it lead back to this room again.

Eden blinked in Sasha’s direction, “Yeah BUT. A magically appearing hallways is not something that even I would consider
”[/color his voice trailed off at the end, awkwardly tucking one of his hands into a pocket. What else did they have to lose at this point? If it meant getting out of...well, wherever here was, it was worth it.

[color=#9D948D]“Fine, you drive a hard bargain.”
Eden responded, grabbing Sasha’s hand as he in front of them, and took his phone back out with his other hand, and shone the flashlight down the hallway ahead of them. “Welp...If my face gets eaten, I’m suing you-” he teased.

Sasha raised their eyebrows, waiting for Eden to make his choice. It was almost humorous watching the man that was searching every inch of the room they were in suddenly go all nervous because an opening magically appeared in front of them. It didn’t exactly make Sasha comfortable either, but this wouldn’t be the first time they made it through an uncomfortable situation and it was better than just sitting in the room waiting for someone else. For all they knew, all of their classmates had already made it out and weren’t going to come back for them. Maybe this was the only way out.

Eden’s hand was warm as it slipped into Sasha’s hand, and they intertwined their fingers with Eden’s so they could tug the man behind them into the passageway. Sasha gave Eden a look as he mentioned suing if his face was eaten off, and rolled their eyes. “Come on darling, even a monster would spare a pretty face like yours,” Sasha teased back. They checked their own phone and there was at least enough battery to have a temporary flashlight. Sasha turned it on and scanned the walls, looking for another opening or anything that would help them.




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The longer the hallway drew on, the darker it became around the two of them. The only illumination came from Eden’s flashlight and Sasha’s phone that would be dying soon. Sasha had to wonder how far they’d walked since the room they’d woken up in, until they thought Eden had gone quiet. As they turned to look for the room, the other student was gone, not a trace of where he’d gone. How Sasha hadn’t noticed the footsteps disappearing beside them, or the absence of Eden’s flashlight, was beyond them. This stupid tomb had already messed with his mind once, he wouldn’t be surprised if it did it again. ”Eden you dick, you weren’t supposed to get lost too,” Sasha grumbled. He couldn’t see the room’s light anymore, it was just darkness on both sides. It was easier to head in the same direction that they had been going in, so Sasha trudged forward.

Time was lost in this endless hallway Sasha found themselves in. They had no idea what time it was when he found himself in the room with Eden, and this hallway seemed to drag on into eternity. The flashlight illuminating a small circle around Sasha would be gone once his phone hit zero, which wasn’t long. They needed to find a new light source, or more preferably, a way out. Even to see someone else’s face again would be a miracle. ”Alright everyone
 the joke’s not fucking funny anymore, you can come out,” Sasha called out into the void, their voice sounding more panicked than they meant to sound. Thinking that this was just some prank made up by the other students was the more optimistic take on the situation, otherwise it would seem that they left Sasha down here to wander endlessly until starvation or dehydration took him out.

And the room was getting
 smaller? It wasn’t noticeable at first, but Sasha definitely remembered having plenty of space between themselves and Eden, and now he could barely stretch his arms out, and the ceiling was inches from their head where before it was out of reach. What the hell is up with this freaky tomb? Sasha thought to himself as he kept moving forward, becoming more aware of how much the space was tightening around them. If their heart rate wasn’t accelerated before, it was practically thumping out of their chest now. Sasha had never been good with small spaces; it mainly came from being shoved into lockers while they were in school, and faint memories of being locked in closets at the orphanage when anyone was misbehaving. Enclosed spaces always felt like a punishment, and Sasha’s legs felt like jelly as they forced themselves to keep moving, dropping down into a crouch and eventually onto their hands and knees to even move through the space. Sasha didn’t understand why they kept going through the small tunnel, maybe just to cling onto a barely flickering hope that there would be some hole out to the world above the sand again. And once he saw Professor Price again, he was getting a piece of Sasha’s mind. Maybe a punch to the face too, if that wouldn’t get Sasha expelled.

There was no hole, but a dull blue amulet hanging from a gold chain. It was slightly stuck into a crack in the wall, and the tunnel narrowed so much that Sasha could only extend their arm as far as they could to try and reach it. Their fingers could barely take hold, but with a little maneuvering and luck, Sasha got a firm grasp and pulled it away from the wall. It was made of a beautiful stone, almost too nice to be down here out in the open. The stone face had hieroglyphics etched into it, but otherwise was a normal looking amulet. Sasha hung it around his neck, hoping to get more information from the locals once he could escape this hellhole.

But the moment the gold chain touched their neck, the stone started to glow and Sasha was hit with a sudden dizziness. They backed away, enough to where they could lean back against the wall and sit there for a moment. All of his limbs felt heavy, but there was a numbness in his mind that only came from one substance: alcohol. Sasha was drunk somehow. ”Oh my god
 I’m fucking drunk!” Sasha hiccuped, giggling to himself. Something in the properties of the amulet had given Sasha the feeling they would usually only get out of a night of bar crawling. They weren’t even sure they could get off of the ground, slumping further against the wall and descending into more drunken giggles.

Sasha.

An unfamiliar female voice called out to Sasha. It sounded so far and so close at the same time. Whose voice was that? And how did they know Sasha’s name? As the voice called out to them, a gentle wind started to pick up, and knocked Sasha back to the floor as they tried to stumble up to their feet. The air had been stale and unmoving the entire time they were down here, but somehow it picked up now. It was cool and refreshing on Sasha’s body that had been slowly heating up down in the tombs. ”Sorry, disembodied voice, the wind says no.” Sasha called out into the darkness, though he still tried to move forward, getting to a point in the hallway where it started to open up again and they could actually get up on their feet.

Come to me, child.

Sasha froze there for a moment, caught in the warmth of the voice as it slightly changed. Was this
 his biological mother? There was no possible way she was coincidentally in Egypt, and had followed a random group of college students down an undiscovered tomb, but their mind was filled with a certainty that this was their mother’s voice. It didn’t add up, he’d never heard her voice before, but in this state of mind there was nothing else Sasha was going to believe. Sasha couldn’t believe he was hearing things, he didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to believe that their mother was standing right there inside the darkness, and all they had to do was follow her into it and meet her for the first time. ”Mum? I’m coming, okay? Please wait for me?” Sasha’s words were slurred as they stumbled forward again, reaching out into the darkness.

Sasha was slammed back to the ground as the winds picked up, forcing them off their feet. The winds were working against Sasha, trying to keep him just out of reach. They gritted their teeth and pushed forward, ignoring the feelings of nausea and the way the room spun as they moved ahead. Sasha closed their eyes for a moment, but it only made the spinning worse and they crumpled completely onto the floor. The winds were growing and Sasha couldn’t fight them in this state. They rolled onto their back, staring at the ceiling. It was no longer a sandy tomb ceiling, but a sky full of stars that reminded Sasha of New York. That was where she was, New York. That was where Sasha was supposed to be, not in this strange tomb where impossible things were happening.

Don’t stop now, keep going Sasha.

There was something wrong. His birth mother wouldn’t know his name. She had no idea who the child she’d given up was now. But they still clung to the idea that this was her. It gave Sasha enough strength to drag their body forward against the harsh winds, grunting as they put all of their energy into just getting one hand in front of the other. ”Don’t leave me again! I’m almost there!” Sasha cried out desperately. The winds were crushing him back into the ground but adrenaline was starting to course through their body and propelled them to a room where the winds stopped. There was a light shining down in the middle of the room like a spotlight, and when Sasha stepped in the middle of the light’s circle, they realized there were several more openings in the room that led to other parts of the tomb.

There also came loud voices from every room, flooding into Sasha’s mind and causing them to slam their hands on their ears. It was so loud and all the voices overlapped one another, making it hard to determine what they were saying and which opening to use. These were much more familiar voices, sounding like their family, their friends. One opening sounded like Ren calling for him to follow them out of the tomb. Another was Sol, telling him that she wasn’t going to wait much longer for him. There was Eden, wondering where he’d gone and offering his hand just like Sasha had. Even Charlie, who hadn’t spoken to him in months, was saying that the rest of the group had gotten out. All of them were leaving him, and he didn’t know who to follow out. It was all too much, and Sasha’s legs gave out and sent him right back to the floor. They pulled their knees to their chest and covered their ears even tighter.

Sasha prayed for something, anything, to save him from being left again and dying alone in the tomb. As if the gods were answering his desperate thoughts, the voices stopped, and just one came from the opening Sasha had just come out of, loud and clear.

Breathe, you’re almost there. I’m right here with you, alright?

This time, the voice was no longer too far for Sasha to know who it was. The figure appeared from the first opening, and they swore that this is what their biological mother would look like in Sasha’s dreams about her. Some of the features fit into the Egyptian world more than the city of New York, but the warmth and care radiated from her like Sasha always imagined it would. She moved forward, and kneeled down in front of Sasha, wiping tears from his eyes that he didn’t know he’d even split. ”Mum, you’re here,” Sasha whimpered, reaching out and clinging to her the moment she was close. Warm arms wrapped around their body, holding them close like only a mother could, remind Sasha of Siobhan’s hugs. But all too soon they pulled away and the warm hands cupped Sasha’s face. The woman was smiling at him, brushing his hair away from his face.

You are a strong one. Stop your crying, child, there is no reason to be sad.

She reached down and touched the amulet’s surface, and all at once the dizzying, drunken feeling that had settled into Sasha’s body vanished even with the necklace still on, but it stopped glowing again. The figure in front of him was not his mother, and the realization made his heart sink. ”Who are you, then? Why are you being so nice to me?” Sasha asked. The figure stood up without answering, turning her back to Sasha and towards the opening again.

We’ll meet again, Sasha. Go find your friends.

Sasha immediately moved as the voice spoke one final time, feeling their body wasn’t their own as they got up and walked back to the same opening as before. They didn’t know who, or what, this voice was. The only thing that Sasha knew at this moment was that this was the one that would get him out alive. There was still wind blowing fiercely from the opening, and Sasha tried to wipe away any of the remaining tear tracks on him face in case they did find someone again. When they entered the windy tunnel, they felt the immediate urge to run. They ran as fast as their feet would take them, and instead of the wind working against them like last time, it helped him run faster and farther. The tunnel wasn’t narrowing like before, in fact, it was getting wider and lighter. Sasha ran faster, the amulet gently jumping on their chest as their lungs heaved for air. They weren’t going to stop until they physically couldn’t run any farther, but they hadn’t expected to run into someone and slammed into that person as they finally ran out of the tunnel they’d been stuck in since losing Eden.

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This life is imperfect
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I want the right to fuck it up
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Just like everybody else
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Eden had been walking beside Sasha for what felt like for hours. Sure there was silent breaks between the two every now and then, but the prolonged silence that befell them for the past five minutes was begining to eat away at him, "Hey, Sasha, I-" he started, but stopped when he realized he was alone. "Sash...?" he asked. Eden spun around a few times, flashlight still in his hand. "Okay, joke's not funny anymore. Sasha...buddy?" he called out.

When there was no reply, Eden continued to press onward, hoping that maybe he just walked too far ahead of Sasha. But as Eden continued to walk, it felt like he became more and more lost the longer he continued walking. Which sure as hell didn't help his already steadily climbing anxiety. As he continued on, he heard what sounded like scattering footsteps behind him, and once he turned around, there was nothing. Eden shrugged it off, maybe it was just rats. Right?

Turning back around, there was now a door, instead of the hallway that was just there moments before. Eden's eyebrows furrowed, and with a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped through. In front of him was a large chamber. That was entirely empty, aside from something that was in the middle of the room. He raised an eyebrow as he enroached whatever it was. It was only when he was about fifteen feet away from it, that he realized. It was some sort of creature. An odd, thick, black fur covered most of the creatures body, there was tusks, but also fangs protruding from its face. As he looked over it more closely, it may had resembled a boar, but the rest of the creature didn't make any sense. Its front legs were hooves, but the back end, appeared more of paws with claws. He didn't even know what he was looking at anymore. And the face, well, Eden didn't even want to guess. It all just felt and looked wrong. Like this shouldn't, no, couldn't be a part of nature.

But he realized, the creature didn't move. He thought once he got close enough, it'd get up and possibly attack. But it was entirely still. As Eden stepped closer, it was still breathing. With heavy, labored breathing. Eden kept enough space between him and the beast, that if it was merely asleep, he could try to get away. But, as he examined the face once more, he noticed that one of its eyes were in fact open. Looking at him. He blinked, and it blinked back in return. The two continued to stare the other down for a few minutes before a soft voice rumbled in the back of Eden's mind, You must help it. the voice spoke.

"Hello? Who's there?" he questioned aloud. Looking for whoever spoke up. Fear not, child. I'm only here to help. the voice said again. It was only then that Eden realized it was a woman's voice. The voice was soft, somewhat distant, but she sounded kind. Gentle. "Okay, but who are you?" he questioned again. That doesn't matter at this moment, dear Eden. But you must help this creature. It's in pain and needs help. the voice said calmly. There was a small notion of worry in the voice's tone. Eden was able to understand that much.

"Okay, random voice in my head. How am I supposed to do that exactly?" he questioned, looking around. It's in a state of paralysis. You need to be able to cure the venom from within." the voice further explained. Eden looked around the room once again, "And how am I supposed to do that-" he started, but that was when he noticed it.

Up on a small outcrop of stone in the chamber's wall, was something that sparkled. Eden figured there was no harm in exploring things. He walked up and after a bit of initial struggle, he was able to pull himself up enough to reach for the object. After hopping back down, he saw that it was vial of some kind, with a strange liquid. He stared at it for a moment before looking back at the creature, "With this? he questioned. There was silence once again. "Of course you put me on hold.." he muttered.

Eden walked over to the beast, and with one hand he opened it's mouth. But upon further inspection, realized it was more of a pointed end of the vial. Realizing it was a syringe. he braced himself, placing the pointed tip to the creature's side, and injected the strange liquid into the creature. There were a few minutes of silence, before there was the faintest bit of movement, as the creature began to twitch.

Eden pulled himself away, and watched in awe as it got to its...feet? The creature was much larger than Eden expected, but it nearly looked at him, bowed its head and walked away from him with no more than a small huff of air breathed his way. Eden watched as part of the stone wall opened up, the creature walked through, and the wall closed once more.

He looked around anxiously. "Okay, I did it. Now what?" he questioned. I knew you could do it. Now, use the key and go. the voice said. "What key?" silence was all he got back. He looked back at the vial in his hand, and noticed a small metal key was within. Smashing the glass vial on the ground, he retrieved the key, upon doing so, he noticed another door on the opposite wall. Upon unlocking it, he stepped forward. What lied ahead were stairs.

"If I die...I'm gonna come back and haunt Price's ass." he muttered. Further and further Eden progressed down the stairs. Using his phone's flashlight as he did so. His feet finally hit solid ground once more, and as he looked around, Eden realized where he was. It was a rather small corridoor. The walls, upon inspection, weren't stone unlike before. It took him a moment, to realize they were actually bones. The more he looked, there were various bones and skulls that made up the walls. "Oh for fuck's sake..." he muttered.

Eden pressed forward, keeping his eye for something. Possibly a way out. But each turn he made, down a different hallway, seemed to lead to more hallways and passages that veered off to nowhere. Looking at his phone, 54%. "For fuck sake..." he cursed. He doubted he'd have enough to get out from wherever he was.

As he continued on, Eden finally heard it. Footsteps from behind him. "Sasha?" he called out. Shining the dimlight as he looked. But as he focused on it, he realized there was no possible way that was Sasha. Or even human. These footsteps were all too large. Too heavy. Sounded more like four limbs hitting the floor than two. Eden instantly turned back around and started sprinting down the way he came from. Trying to distance himself.

Left. Right. A dead end. The cycle repeated itself more times than he could count. And everytime, it sounded like whatever was following him, was picking up more speed. All Eden could do was hope ad pray he'd find some exit or place to hide. He just needed to get away from whatever it was.

His lungs felt like they were on fire as he continued to run. He thought he'd exhaust himself before he got away. And he'd be at the mercy of whatever gave chase after him. It felt like another five minutes of running at a constant pace that he saw it. A single door at the end of the current hallway he just pushed himself into. Slamming into the wall as he scrambled back to his feet. One foot infront of the other. He paced himself. He was so close, but the creature behind him sounded closer. As if it was right behind his ear. Breathing down his neck.

Eden reached out forward for the door, it immediately swing open as his hand applied pressure, and he fell through the doorway. Falling over his own feet as he didn't hear anything from behind him. It was only then that Eden realized, when he fell through the door, he crashed into something. He blinked as he tried to regain his breath, looking down he realized what it was.

"Oh holy fucking shit-" he groaned, wrapping his arms around the familiar form of Sasha. After a minute, Eden finally found the strength to sit up. "Where the fuck have you been?"